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rᥲ𝗍ᥱძ ᥱ ᥕᥲrᥒіᥒg ⠀ׂㅤ established relationship, use of crude language, edging, overstimulation, fingering. ᥕ᥆rძ ᥴ᥆ᥙᥒ𝗍 ⠀ׂㅤ1k ᥒ᥆𝗍ᥱs ⠀ׂㅤcopying or translation for this fic isn't accepted. the character/s in this writing is a work of fiction, it doesn't connect to how the individual will act in real life.

it was too late, no, too early for you to be awake. the clock on the nightstand showed a light 4:02 am, and the apartment was in silence except for the faint hum of the a/c. the room should have been quiet too, with you tucked into hyunjin’s side the way you always were, hair messy and breath even.

but you weren't asleep.

not when hyunjin’s long fingers were buried knuckle deep inside you, curling just right, rubbing againt that gspot that made your thighs shake and your voice ache.

“hyunnie— ahh—” your voice cracked, not in that typically low way you talk to him, but in something high and breathless, each whine trembling out of you like you were barely holding on. your hand clutched at the sheet, twisting the fabric, useless against your ethreal boyfriend next to you.

hyunjin, sprawled half over you, nose pressed to yourcheek, didn’t seem to be in any rush. he hummed like he was painting, soft and patient, lips brushing over your soft skin. every few moments, he pressed a kiss. just below your eye, along the bone of your cheekbone, at the edge of your jaw, like he was soothing you.

“shhh,” hyunjin whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “don’t fight it. just let me.”

but you couldn’t just let him. your body was held too tight, thighs shuddering around hyunjin's arm, your chest rising and falling. you knew you were doomed the moment his thumb found your clit, pressing, but not circling.

“p-please,” you gasped, your voice breaking. “please, hyunnie, i— ahh—” your hips bucked helplessly, trying to chase the feeling, but hyunjin’s free hand pressed firm against your stomach, keeping you pinned to the mattress.

the cruelest part was how pretty hyunjin looked while doing it. his hair fell forward, tickling your temple, his lashes low, his lips pink from kissing too much. he didn’t look like someone who had been working you open for nearly an hour, pulling you to the edge over and over again. he looked angelic, serene.

“you sound so pretty like this,” hyunjin murmured, tilting his head to nip your cheek before soothing it with another kiss. “so sweet.”

you whimpered, eyes screwed shut. your hands found the pillow besides your head, gripping the fabric.

hyunjin curled his fingers again, deliberately, watching you arch off the bed, legs trembling so hard, hyunjin was a little concerned. his nose stayed pressed to your skin, his lips moving, marking you with little open-mouthed kisses.

“you gonna cry for me, muse?” hyunjin asked, and it wasn’t really a question. you already were. your lashes were wet, cheeks flushed, a few tears clinging to your skin that hyunjin kissed away with aching sweetness.

“c-can’t—” you sobbed, your body jerking when hyunjin slowed down, easing the rhythm, pulling you away from that edge once more. you groaned, gripping at hyunjin's wrist, trying to grind up but hyunjin just tutted, holding you still with his free hand.

“you can,” hyunjin whispered against your ear, voice as soft as the kisses he pressed. “you can, baby. i’ve got you. just a little longer.”

you groaned, the sound caught between frustration and need. your thighs were trembling again, every muscle tight, your body aching for more, more, more. you hated it, how good it felt, how badly you wanted the relief hyunjin wouldn’t give yet.

every thrust of those long fingers was deliberate, designed to drive you mad, pulling sounds out of you he didn’t know you could make. your voice went high and shaky, breaking into sobs when hyunjin deliberately slowed down again.

“hyunnie, i c-can’t— please, let me—”

hyunjin tilted his head, kissed the corner of your mouth. “not yet, angel. you’ll cum when i say so.”

the words broke something inside you, your hips stuttering, a loud, helpless cry breaking out. your thighs were clamping down around hyunjin’s arm, shaking uncontrollably, your whole body pleading for release.

hyunjin just kissed you again, soft, his nose brushing your tear tracked cheek. “you’re so beautiful like this. in my bed, cunt soaking wet.”

it went on like that, minutes stretching unbearably long. you getting right at the edge, pulled back down, getting up again until you were sobbing openly, your voice raw from crying. hyunjin never paused, never stopped peppering your face with kisses, his whispers so gentle you almost forgot you were on earth.

finally, when you were shaking so hard you could barely breathe, hyunjin gave in. he shifted, pressed his body closer, his lips finding your ear.

“alright, baby,” he whispered. “cum for me, hm?”

the words were all it took. you let go, body arching as your release hit you like an impact to your chest. you cried out, loud, hyunjin gently placing a palm over your lips as your thighs clamped tight around his arm. your voice was gone, high and choked.

hyunjin didn’t stop kissing you through it. his lips were everywhere, murmuring praise between each kiss. “that’s it. that’s my pretty girl. let go, i’ve got you.”

your body convulsed, tears spilling again, until you finally sunk back into the bed, completely done for tonight. your chest was heaving, skin damp with sweat, your thighs still twitching weakly around his arm.

hyunjin eased his fingers out carefully, kissed away the tears still clinging to your face, and brushed your bangs back with a soft, lazy hand.

“you did so well,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to your cheek. “so, so well for me.”

you could barely answer, just a sleepy little hum, leaning into hyunjin’s mouth as if you couldn’t live without it. and maybe you couldn't.

hyunjin smiled softly, curling himself fully around you, pulling the blanket up over you both. his nose found its place against your cheek again, warm and gentle.

the room was quiet again, except for the sound of your uneven breaths, still coming down from your orgasm. and hyunjin stayed there, kissing you through the high, whispering gentle words as you drifted between sleep and consciousness.

you felt something hard press against your thigh.

hyunjin smiled.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗍ᥲgᥣіs𝗍 : @lavenoreern | @jijisuung | @stronglychanbiased | @svmvcc

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: chan x fem!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, smut

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: cussing, thigh riding, established relationship, implied fingering and penetration, chan being dominant then soft in 0.5 seconds

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.1k

𝐑𝐐 𝐁𝐘: this story has been brought by the author.

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: this is a complete work of fiction, nothing interpreted in the fic is how the person acts or talks.

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒: @chrisssiren for the dividers!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: on my knees for silver chan, yes please. lmk if u guys are down for a part two!

it was earlier that day when you noticed the silver in his hair. at first, you didn't know what to say. it was new, utterly new. the way it framed his face, hugged his neck, it was too much. you didn't know if you wanted to tug hard enough to elect that moan you always ached to hear or run your fingers through it to mess it up.

either works for you, as long as you get to touch it.

so when he sat down that day on the couch, phone in hand, concentrating, your fingers ran through his silver strands. he paused for a second, shifted, then relaxed, sighing into the bliss of your touch. you smirked faintly.

you were gonna have fun with this.

dinner had been… normal. too normal. you had sat across the table like you didn't just play with chan's hair earlier, eating quietly, adding your own thoughts in here and there, smiling whenever chan looked at you — which only made chan more suspicious.b

by the time he was back in his room, hoodie on, hair damp from a quick shower, chan thought maybe it had just been you being, well, you.

until his door opened again.

you didn’t knock. you just wandered in, hands in the pockets of your hoodie, eyes fixed on chan like he’d been waiting for the right moment all night.

“thought you’d be asleep,” chan said, not even looking up from his laptop, his fingers typing something on the keyboard while his other elbow rested on the table, his index pressed to his temple.

“nope,” you replied easily, already coming up behind him. your fingers found chan’s hair again — warm from the shower, softer now — and began combing through it slowly, gently. “still growing it out?”

chan let out a soft sigh. “you’ve got a thing for this or something?”

you only hummed, leaning down so close chan could feel your breath against his ear. then — without warning — you swung a leg over, settling yourself in chan’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“y/n–” but whatever protest chan had was swallowed when your hands slid into his hair again, tilting his head back just enough for your lips to find the side of chan’s neck. the first kiss was slow, lingering — more testing than anything. the second was firmer, your smirk curling against chan’s skin.

“you didn’t answer me earlier,” you murmured between kisses, your voice dipping low. “do the fans like it?” chan’s hands found your waist automatically, not sure whether to push you away or hold you there. his pulse betrayed him either way.

your lips ghosted over his jawline, his smirk widening. “guess i’ll find out myself.”

chan’s eyes stayed glued to the screen, jaw tight as he tried to type through the distraction.

“y/n–” another kiss.

“stop, i’m–” another kiss, this one closer to the jaw.

“i’m working–” you didn’t even bother replying this time. you just kept going, lips pressed against chan’s skin, hands in his hair like you owned it.

“baby–“ something in chan’s voice finally got you to halt — just enough to make you hesitate. and that’s when chan moved.

his hand came up, catching your jaw firmly, pulling your face back until your eyes locked. chan’s grip was rough, in control, his thumb pressing just enough to still your smirk.

“what the fuck is your problem?” chan’s tone was low, slow, almost dangerous. your breath hitched, a flicker of heat breaking through your eyes. “i’m working,” chan repeated, leaning in just close enough for you to feel his breath, “and you’re fuckin' with me.” you swallowed, hands frozen on chan’s shoulders now.

chan’s lips twitched — not a smile, but something more dominant. “if you're so eager for it, use it.” the silence that followed was heavy.

you sink down onto chan’s thigh, letting the heat between you press against him, hips tilting lazily at first. his hand rests on your waist, grounding you, but the warmth and weight of him beneath you is enough to make your breath hitch. every subtle movement drags a soft groan from your lips, the friction too much, teasing.

his hand leaves your jaw, intertwining fingers, and he watches you with hooded eyes, a low hum vibrating through his chest. you tilt your hips in slow circles, teasing both of you. you know his patience varies. you can feel the slow burn building, each roll against him making your lips part, every small friction sending shivers racing down your spine. your nails dig lightly into his shoulders, grounding yourself, and chan’s low, approving hum grows into a breathy laugh.

“feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, chest pressing lightly against yours. your hips move faster, rolling harder, teasing, testing. he groans, voice cracking, and the sound alone drives you higher, faster. you grind down harder, almost frantic, nails scratching his skin, moans filling the dark room, hips rolling desperately against his thigh.

chan’s hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush to him, whispering encouragement and low praises, his deep voice wrapping around you like heat. his hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheek as he leans down to kiss the top of your head.you’re riding him, trembling, gasping, shivering — soft and frantic all at once. he presses his forehead to yours, groaning low in his chest, hand sliding down to your hip to steady you. his voice is soft next, your chan slipping out.

"love you so much, my love.”

you almost cry.

he smiles, pulling back gently. “you like my hair, baby?" you don't even have to answer, you just whimper softly and he knows he's got his answer from that. he hums, hand coming up to trace your jaw as you bucked up faster, desperate for that relief only chan can give you. he watched, the way your thighs parted around his thigh, the way your hands gripped his shoulder, your collarbones jutting out perfectly and bending with some movements. you were art.

he cursed under his breath, hand reaching down to cup your pussy through your panties. "you want it?”

you stare at him like he's your math teacher giving you a weeks worth of homework, panting softly. “is that even a fucking question?”

he snorts lightly, slapping your thigh. “just for that smart ass answer, you're not getting my fingers or getting fucked by this cock before you come undone on my thigh.” he leaned back against his chair, hands on your waist softly. gently.

“get to work.”

you were gonna fucking strangle him.

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