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ESQUIRE KOREA JUNE 2023: HWANG HYUNJIN ☆

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. 

Hey😊 Could I please request smut with Hyunjin, in which he has a curvy/thick girlfriend and he really appreciates her curves and her bum 🤭❤️

Oh of course because I love Hyunjin smut and I love writing about curvy ladies 🥰

I hope this satisfies ☺️❤️

SMUT WARNING

“Damn baby,” You hear Hyunjin give a satisfied sigh from behind you as he approaches, “You’re wearing these damn tights again,” He tsk’s at you.

He says that about all the tights you wear, every time. Although honestly speaking, these specific tights do grip onto your curves like a second skin.

His hands glide over your ass as he presses himself against you, forcing you to lean onto the kitchen counter you’re making some lunch on.

"Jinnie…" You whisper shyly, moving the ingredients to the side to accommodate your body on the surface.

"C'mon baby, you know I love your pretty, full ass,” He says in a feathery voice, big hands groping your ass in handfuls.

“I-I know, but it's broad daylight,” You try to object, failing the moment he presses his crotch against your ass and you feel the hints of arousal twitching against you, and a breathy giggle slips from your mouth.

“So?” He asks, hips digging into yours and grinding mercilessly.

“Ch-Chan, th-the members,” You continue to protest, voice growing more panicked with each passing second because Hyunjin’s long cock is growing, getting harder and harder as he continues to grind against you, your hands gripping the counter for balance.

In a swift, fast motion, your tights and panties are pulled down to your mid-thighs, and Hyunjin lets out a satisfied sigh the moment his hands are able to touch you with no restrictions. One hand finds its place on your inner thigh, fingertips trailing feather-lightly up your skin.

With your legs still pressed together, he’s unable to reach the exquisite destination he’s so thirsty for, so while you still try to keep your cool, accepting that a horny Hyunjin is an inexorable Hyunjin, he leans forward, fingers trailing up your waist, gripping harshly when he’s close to your ear with his lips, “Let them hear, baby. You’re mine, they should know that.”

A breathy moan leaves your mouth at his words, his dirty talking your kryptonite and before you can tell him that you two could at least go to the bedroom, he hooks his foot around your ankle and in one tap, your legs are split apart almost a meter and the cool air instantly hits your already warm and eager pussy.

“Hyunjin!” You scold him, failing at sounding assertive because the moment your legs were split apart, Hyunjin fell to his knees behind you, his hands holding your ass in a firm grip.

“Shh, baby, just pretend I’m not here,” He says softly, voice still calm and collected despite being right by your exposed, throbbing pussy, “I just have to taste you.”

The protest is on the tip of your tongue, about to ask him to please rather take you to the bedroom because you can hear Han’s laugh from the living room, not very far away from the kitchen.

The protest is there, but as soon as Hyunjin’s full, soft, hungry lips place a wet kiss on your throbbing clit, all that manages to slip is a whispered desperate ‘fuck’.

His thick tongue drags between your folds, only one broad stripe but you feel his content sigh from your sweet taste against your skin.

“You always taste so sweet baby,” He murmurs against your folds, the movement of his lips teasing your clit.

You have to try your best to keep your moans in whenever Hyunjin eats you out, fuck, this man knows exactly how to give pleasure, lips so hungry and tongue so eager he eats you out as if you’re his favorite ice cream, tasting every inch your wetness reaches and further.

Your arm reaches behind you, taking hold of his head and digging his face deeper, just the way he likes it - he loves when you take control like that.

His groan vibrates against your skin, a sensation that causes your eyes to flutter shut, briefly forgetting that you need to keep an eye out in case someone enters sight.

A few more licks and sucks and not only is your pussy throbbing with the need to let go, your ability to object to Hyunjin is as forgotten as the lunch you were preparing and when he stands up, you almost whine at the loss of his warm, silky, slithering tongue against you.

“Hyunjin, maybe we shou-,” You begin, about to offer to fuck in the room at least where you could cover up the sudden leave by feeling sick or something.

But Hyunjin’s long, hard dick suddenly slides in between your folds, tapping against your clit just enough to make you needy all over again, forgetting how to reason.

“C'mon baby, let me fuck you right here,” Hyunjin says suggestively, still sliding his beautiful cock against you, “I know you want it.”

Your needy moan isn't enough for him, and neither is the arching of your back and pressing out of your ass against his cock.

“Tell me you want it,” He instructs, tapping his cock against your clit, “Tell me.”

“I want it,” You blurt out, “I need it, please Hyunjinnie.”

“Ahw I love it when you beg me,” He says in a honey-drenched voice, finally lining himself up with your eager hole.

He holds your sides, sinking you down onto him and you physically cover your mouth with your hand, a moan threatening to leak out.

You’re already stretched out - he fucked you this morning, so he slips in quite easily, but his length is something you’ll never get used to, his tip reaching deeply against your cervix when he’s fully nestled inside.

He begins to snap his hips into you, anyone listening would undoubtedly know he’s fucking you right there in the kitchen, shameless and too pussy-hungry to care.

His hands grip your waist, your curves have always been his favorite, the way your skin feels so full and soft in his hands, his fucking weakness is the way your ass jiggles with each bang.

You drop your head onto the counter, allowing the satisfying and full feeling of Hyunjin to fill you up, his thrusts constantly nudging against that spongy, sensitive spot inside you.

“You’re still swollen, angel,” He says desperately, “Still. Fucking. Tight,” He says with each thrust, a whimper dropping after his last word.

“Hyunnie,” You whimper, your pussy sensitive and fucking close already, “I’m close already.”

“Just let me fuck this thick ass, please,” He says breathily, “Cum, but please let me fuck you.”

Fuck, all Hyunjin ever needs to do is ask with that pretty little needy voice of his and you’re a goner, the knot in your core about to snap.

“I’m gonna cum, Hyune,” you whisper, muscles clenching tight and your thick thighs beginning to shake, “Please make me cum.”

Hyunjin fucks harder into you, just the way you like it, pushing you over the edge when his nails dig into your hips and his moans sound louder, getting out of control.

“Oh baby,” He breathes, hips stuttering as he bursts inside of you, shallow thrusts pumping his cum out for the second time today.

A small kiss is placed on your shoulder and Hyunjin pulls out, pulling up your tights for you and lifting you to stand upright, which poses to be difficult when exhaustion creeps in.

“Y/N, you done with lunch yet?” Han’s voice suddenly breaks into the kitchen and both you and Hyunjin whip around to face him, messy hair and swollen lips giving you away instantly.

Han scrunches his nose, disgust evident on his face, “Gross, did you guys fuck in here?”

“Fuck off, Han,” Hyunjin scoffs, but the teasing grin he gives you the moment Han leaves with a dramatic sigh only means one thing - he’s not done yet.

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.”

The Sweetest Struggle

synopsis: up early with your toddler, Satoru endures the sweet struggle of letting you sleep in a little longer - much to his daughter's chagrin.

tags: MDNI, pure domestic bliss, fluff, satoru gojo loooves his wife and daughter, no plot just fluff <3

6:00 a.m. in the Gojo household, and despite the fact that the sun was only just barely winking upon the horizon, two voices could be heard above the slowly awakening crickets and early birds.

Uncoordinated clapping - palms only just barely meeting and with scarcely any force behind them - accompanied whispered words, stifled yawns, and breathless chuckles.

"Oh, c'mon, princess... you're just handing the applause out now, I didn't even do anything."

Satoru complained softly down to the child in his arms - his daughter, just shy of a year old - making no effort to hold back the smile that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

In response, she babbled happily, complete nonsense spilling from her lips as she squirmed with delight, gazing up at her father with wide, shining eyes - as if he had hung the moon and stars just for her.

He adored that look, not just because it made him feel like the luckiest man in the world, but because he was certain, beyond even a shadow of a doubt, that she had learned it from the way he looked at you.

And speaking of you -

"Mamamamama..."

The little one droned on, her baby babbles fading into that familiar word she was so very fond of using. Satoru couldn't really blame her though; not with the way your whole face lit up whenever you heard it. If he were in possession of such a power, he was certain he'd abuse it too.

"Yeah, yeah..."

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pinched at his daughter's soft, sleep-warmed cheek, trying to draw her attention away from the brief glimpse she had gotten of you still fast asleep in bed as he'd quietly shut the door on his way past after scooping her from her crib.

"Let my wife sleep, you precious little leech."

His tone was pure adoration even if his words teased.

After all, he'd be lying if he said he didn't get where his little girl was coming from.

The sight of you in bed that morning, all wrapped up in the thin covers you'd only recently swapped the winter set out for, hair mussed and expression oh so peaceful, had made it almost impossible to leave once he'd heard the telltale sound of shuffling coming from the monitor he'd moved from your bedside table to his the night before.

His baby girl was an early riser, after all, always up at the crack of dawn, bright-eyed and ready to go... much to her parents' exhaustion...

But there was no way he’d let you be the one to get up with her again for the sixth time that week — not after all those mornings he’d missed, slipping out to work before the sun had even shown its face.

Not to mention how small you’d looked in that big bed of yours, the one meant for two...

Yeah. He really couldn’t blame his daughter.

In fact, he probably wanted to wake you up even more than she did - he just had more self control...

Marginally.

"C'mon sweetheart."

He murmured, adjusting the 11-month-old on his hip as he started to prepare breakfast for her, eggs already out and on the counter, rice cooker humming beside them, and pan warming up on the stove.

"Lets make you something to eat, hmm? We can go see Mama after."

And when he looked down to check his little girl's reaction, only to be greeted by the sight of her adorable smile - the one she had inherited from you - he felt his heart swell with adoration.

So, if he just so happened to wake you up a little bit earlier than he'd planned...

Well, who could blame him?

After all, the little girl on his hip was far too persuasive to resist.

thinking about dad! seungmin who's always early to pick your child up from preschool. he's waiting at the gate silently, shifting his weight on his feet as he checks his watch every few seconds expecting it to miraculously turn to 12:30.

the guard at the gate stares at him amusedly as he does so. the keen father observes other parents coming after a while and breathes out a sigh of relief when he finally hears a bell ring in a distance. he's first in line to peek in through the bars of the white gate, eyes scanning the crowd looking for his daughter.

suddenly, he hears a shriek and his eyes fall to a little girl with rosy cheeks, big bright eyes that could light up an entire room and two lopsided pigtails running towards him. seungmin laughs heartily as the gate opens, releasing a couple dozen children smiling and laughing at the sight of their parents or siblings. he crouches down as he opens his arms wide for his little girl. she jumps onto him, little arms wrapping themselves around his neck and her face buried in his chest. she looks up and seungmin's eyes soften at the way your daughter looks at her father with utter love and adoration. she grabs his face and pulls him down before planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

seungmin returns the action by peppering her faces with kisses before she giggles loudly.

"daaa shtop it." she says shoving his face away with her tiny hands. he twirls her pigtails with his fingers, pouting at his failed attempt at making his daughter's hair.

"it's okay, uncle felix said they look cute this way. but can you please make me a coconut tree tomorrow?" the little girl jumps, shaking her hands excitedly at the thought of her father making her a pigtail so she could show it off at school.

seungmin holds his chin in his hand as if deep in thought.

"hmmm. i dont know? can i?"

"oh please pretty pretty please please pleeaaase." your daughter gives her father the biggest puppy eyes she could muster as he kisses her nose.

"of course you can sweetheart. i'll be happy to."

the little girl gives her father a little dance of joy at that. "thank you." she whispers.

seungmin stands up and guides her hand into his before laughing at how it didn't quite fit. his entire palm could probably fit in both her hands in them. instead he holds out his pinky for her to grab onto. she pulls him with her as she runs towards the car. happily grinning at the sight of her father being dragged away by her, seungmin takes a moment to admire her two missing front teeth and the the sparkle in her eyes.

he wouldn't change a thing.

“When the moon came down”

written and illustrated by Feridun Oral

O Captain, My Captain.

A/N: It sure has been a while. I'm non-binary now. Feel like compared to those fic writers that disappear for years and come back saying 'sorry I was in prison' that coming out as NB isn't all that big. This is a request from anonymous:

'Can you please do a Captain Flint X Reader where he spent the night with the reader on his ship(If you can add smut, that'll be great!! But If you're not comfy with it I understand!! <333) and when he's having a meeting with his crew the reader just woke up and is trying to find him, so she's just wearing a translucent robe and when she opened the door with Flint and His crew she was embarrassed and Flint's crew was all flustered and stuff.

IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! IF YOURE ABLE TO MAKE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! MWA 💋

I love Captain Flint ;>'

Sorry its so short. I am well out of practice.

Words: 1683

Warnings: Smut. Porn. Lemon. Whatever you want to call it.

His hands were warm, leaving trails of lightning in their wake as they roamed the expanse of your bare skin. He grabbed and pulled at your soft flesh as his tongue swirled around your clit expertly. The sounds he was pulling from you were filth as he moved to tease your entrance with a single digit. Slowly, torturously so, he slid inside your cunt with ease. You groaned and bucked your hips, a wordless demand for more. He chuckled lowly at your impatience and placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.

"So needy." He growled, the sound low in his throat. He added another finger, stretching you just a little further as he began pumping them in and out of you. Your breathy moans were music to his ears and his cock twitched at the sound but despite his wavering self-control, he remained focussed on the task at hand. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he sucked the bud into his mouth and gently licked it with small flicks of his wicked tongue. Your back arched as he curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside you just right. For a moment, among all the sensations, your eyes scrunched closed and you swore you could see stars. He didn't stop but he didn't speed up his movements either leaving you just short of that tantalising peak.

"Ple-Please, Captain. I need more. I need-" Before you finished that sentence his pace quickened, knowing exactly what you needed. His tongue firmly lapped at you applying just the right amount of pressure. His fingers curled upwards and thrust in and out at a ruinous pace which your breathing quickly matched. You gasped, a hand coming to grip his hair. Time stood still, the feeling of your climax washing over you in powerful waves. His pace never slowed, his mouth continuing its patterns pushing you deeper into the pleasure. He moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through you. Your back arched and his eyes found yours as you convulsed. The bastard smirked, knowing he was the only one that could bring you to the brink so violently. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he began to slow, bringing you back to reality with gentle touches to your body, the soft flesh tingling with the aftermath. Your eyelids grew heavy as he cleaned you up lazily with his mouth but you wanted to make him feel the way you did. You moved a hand to grab his thick cock as he crawled his way over you.

"You're tired." He blinked at you, eyes much softer than they were before. "You don't have to return the favour." You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but despite your tiredness, if you didn't have him right now you might just explode. Grabbing him tightly, you stroked up and down his length, brushing your thumb over the tip as you squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you undid the last of his self-control. The darkness in his eyes pinned you in place, the softness replaced with a charged gaze. "You're sure?" His voice was clipped. A nod from you was all it took as he grabbed your hands roughly and pinned them above you with a single hand, the other gripped your jaw as he kissed you. It was desperate and you could taste yourself on his lips, tongue darting out as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He lined himself up and slammed into you, filling you up in one thrust. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back at the sudden intrusion. Leaving you no time to process, he started bucking his hips into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your whines filling the Captain's quarters. He moved his mouth to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, biting down hard as the speed and harshness of his thrusts increased.

You could feel him letting go of all control, for once letting himself drown in you, not fearing if he would break you. His thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming ruthlessly into just the right spot over and over again. "Touch yourself." He growled into your ear, releasing your hands. You obeyed him, fingers deftly circling your own clit as he watched, sweat beading on his forehead. "Thats it. You take me so well." The praise made waves of hot pleasure run through you as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder pushing him even deeper and you let out an involuntary scream as your vision turned white. A hand came to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds as he fucked you into the bed. You came. Violently. Your whole body shook and you couldn't suck in breath fast enough as his thrusts became sloppy. You dragged your nails down his back. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, the exquisite pain of your scratches, your screams against his palm, all of it brought him over the edge with his own guttural moans. You felt him twitching inside you as you came down from your high. Your breaths were fast and you continued to shake lightly as he pulled out of your still sensitive cunt, falling into the bed beside you. A few moments pass, both of you catching your breath before he pulls you into his chest.

The exhaustion chased away the remaining pulses of your orgasm as you bury your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you, checking to see that you were alright. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

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Sounds of the seagulls screeching outside the ship ripped you from your peaceful slumber. You let out a moan as you stretched, your body aching deliciously after last nights events. They came flooding back to you as you smiled blissfully to yourself, rolling over to find… nothing. You awoke alone. The bed was cold meaning he must've left long before you woke. You sat up, the pang of hurt making your chest tight. The cabin was empty. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood, quickly realising that the next few days may be a little sore. A white robe hung from one of the hooks near the door and you quickly threw it on to search for your Captain. The crew were on shore leave and shouldn't be back until the early afternoon. So where was he?

Pulling open the door, you tiptoed through the short wooden halls in search of some fruit for breakfast. The smell of the sea mixed with gunpowder as you passed storage barrels and cannons. The ship was empty as expected. Turning a corner, you could hear someone behind the door to the small dining area. Thinking it was Flint, you threw open the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Something about leaving a lady in his bed to wake alone and how he should make it up to you in some way. Yes, that would do nicely.

Those thoughts stopped as soon as the door opened. He wasn't alone. The crew were here. All of them.

The heads of every man on the ship turned to look at the intrusion, each of them at the table with their Captain stood at the head. They stared at you and suddenly you were acutely aware of the translucent white robe you had thrown on in a hurry to see him. Billy is the first to avert his eyes, face going bright red. Gates opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it as he looks between James and you. The air turns hot around you. Or is that your face? Looking into his eyes you quickly slam the door, embarrassed at the thought of those men seeing you almost naked. You hear him grumble something to the crew like 'You act as though you have never seen a woman before' as footsteps approach. You begin to turn and leave, deciding to return to his quarters and pretend that it did not just happen. Maybe if you were quiet and still enough, you would cease to exist, the wooden floors of the ship opening up to eat you whole. Or you could throw yourself off the side and just take a big gulp of the sea-

The door opens and closes, Flint coming to stand beside you. Your cheeks are bright red, your arms trying to cover your body. You look up at him, barely meeting his ocean coloured eyes. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you. Its like a blanket on you because of the size. It is warm and smells just like him bringing some comfort.

"I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't think the crew would be back until the afternoon and-" You start babbling, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "Its half past two" He cut you off. You blink up at him. Your brows furrow as you stare at his clothed chest, thoughts flooding your skull. You had slept through the morning. What time HAD you gone to bed? It must've been late by the time you fell asleep. That's why he wasn't there when you woke. He had let you rest. A hand tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him. His eyes look your body up and down, undressing you even though you wore so little. He wets his lips. "There isn't any need to apologise, I think that given the marks on your neck they know who you belong to." He looks away for a moment. "If not, what I'm about to do to you will ensure they get the message." He smirks, eyes returning to bore into your own. Your mouth suddenly runs dry, which is odd given that his words had the complete opposite effect between your thighs. Unable to form words, you simply nodded up at him earning a hungry kiss as he pulled you towards the captains quarters.

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

Game of Hearts || C.S

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