#dr hwang

Hwang In-Chan x male!reader

18+ content ahead ! || Soft Dom Hwang In-chan, Yearning, Mutual Pining, Emotional Sex, Praise Kink, Oral Fixation, Frottage, Rimming, Fingering, Overstimulation, Teasing, Confession During Sex, Creampie, Aftercare, First Time, Desperate Touching, Whimpering, Light Power Play, Soft Dirty Talk, Gentle Jealousy, Handjobs, Sensory Detail, Messy, Intimate

You’ve known Hwang In-chan long enough to recognize the signs. The careful distance. The way his eyes linger when he thinks no one’s looking. The quiet little breath he holds every time you stand too close. He’s never said it. You’ve never pushed. But it’s there—threading every look, brushing every touch, burning under every silence.

Tonight, it’s different.

You’re in his apartment after a long day. Takeout containers sit abandoned on the coffee table, half a beer left untouched. The room glows warm from the standing lamp in the corner, casting golden light over the bookshelves and his rumpled sweater.

He’s sitting on the couch, quiet. Distant.

"You okay?" you ask, leaning forward.

He doesn’t answer right away. Then: "I’m trying not to ruin this."

"Ruin what?"

His eyes flick toward you, soft and wrecked. "Us. This. Whatever this is."

"In-chan," you say gently, "look at me."

He does, slowly. Like he’s bracing for heartbreak.

You shift closer, knee brushing his. "You’re not gonna ruin anything."

The look in his eyes breaks. He grabs your face like he can’t help it and kisses you—rough at first, then shaky, like he’s afraid he’ll wake up.

You kiss him back, deepening it. Your fingers tangle in his hair. He makes a sound when you tug gently—part gasp, part groan.

When you straddle his lap, he stills like he can’t believe it’s happening.

"Tell me to stop," you murmur.

He shakes his head, breathless. "Don’t. Please."

Clothes come off slowly, reverently. In-chan peels off his sweater, then his shirt, baring his pale chest to the warm lamplight. You slide your own shirt over your head and unbutton your jeans, shimmying them down to your knees—but you leave your underwear on. You’re hard beneath the fabric, and he’s staring like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

He runs his hands up your chest like he’s memorizing every inch. You kiss your way down his throat, then lower—past his ribs, his belly, until he’s bare beneath you, cock flushed and twitching against his stomach.

You look up at him. "Can I taste you?"

He bites his lip and nods, cheeks red. "Y-yeah. Please."

You start slow, dragging your tongue up the inside of his thigh, letting your teeth scrape gently. He hisses through his teeth. You kiss up to his hip, then down again, licking a wet path toward the base of his cock but never touching it directly. He’s squirming already, hands gripping the couch cushion like he doesn’t trust himself.

Finally, you take the head of his cock into your mouth and suck—firm and slow.

He moans. Loudly.

His hand flies to your hair, not pushing, just holding, grounding himself. You sink lower, taking more of him in, your tongue curling along the underside. You set a rhythm, slow and hungry, like you’re savoring every inch. You bob your head, cheeks hollowing, letting your spit drip down his shaft.

"F-fuck," he gasps. "You feel so good—don’t stop."

You hum around him and he jolts, his hips jerking. You pull back just enough to mouth at the head, licking lazy circles around the tip. He’s panting, pink in the face, thighs trembling.

"You’re gonna make me—ah, I’m close—"

But you pull off, letting your breath fan over his wet skin, and he groans in protest.

You crawl back up and kiss him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. He groans into your mouth, pulling you close.

"You're evil."

"You love it."

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, I do."

Your cocks brush together—his bare and slick, yours still trapped inside your damp briefs. The friction is dizzying.

You grind down against him slowly, teasingly. His hands grip your hips, helping you find a rhythm.

"Oh my god," he pants. "Feels so good—"

You lean down to kiss him again, mouths open, messy. His hips lift to meet yours, your bodies rocking together like you’ve done this a hundred times.

The friction builds. It’s clumsy and hot, your soaked briefs dragging across his slick cock, the head rubbing right against your length.

"You’re gonna make me come like this," he whines.

"Me too. Don’t stop."

You rut together, faster now, both of you panting, your moans tangled between kisses. Then it happens—In-chan shudders beneath you, crying out your name, his release smearing between your stomachs. You follow, grinding through it, cock twitching as you spill inside your underwear.

You collapse against his chest, both of you breathless.

But In-chan doesn’t let go.

He shifts to press you back into the couch cushions, settling between your thighs. Your briefs are sticky now, clinging to your skin, and his eyes darken as he cups you through them, rubbing soft, lazy circles.

You arch into his touch with a strangled moan.

"Still hard?" he whispers, lips brushing yours.

"Can you blame me?"

He grins against your mouth and keeps rubbing, his palm firm and knowing.

"You’re so fucking hot like this."

You push into his hand, whining softly.

"Take me," you whisper. "I want you inside."

His breath hitches. He sits back on his heels, finally tugging your soaked briefs down your thighs and off.

He shifts lower, kissing your inner thighs before spreading you open again.

He presses his mouth to your hole and moans, tongue flicking and circling until you're trembling, gripping the couch.

"Please—fuck—"

"You want it?"

"Yes, In-chan, please—need you."

He slicks himself up, fingers shaking a little as he lines himself up.

"Let me know if it’s too much, okay?"

You nod. "Just fuck me."

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. You gasp at the stretch, at the way he fills you so completely. He kisses your neck, your jaw, your shoulder—anything he can reach—whispering your name like a promise.

He begins to move, and the room fills with the wet sound of skin meeting skin, your breathy moans, and his choked groans.

His hand slides back to your cock, stroking you in time with his thrusts.

"You feel so good," he pants. "So perfect—tight, warm—fuck."

He hits deep, and your whole body arches.

"Ah—In-chan, I—I’m close—"

"Me too," he groans. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

Your orgasm rips through you like lightning, your body shaking, his name breaking on your lips as you spill across your stomach. He follows, slamming in deep and groaning as he fills you.

You’re both breathless, bodies tangled, sweat-soaked and spent.

He doesn’t move right away. Just lowers his forehead to yours and breathes.

You let your fingers run up his back. He shivers.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he whispers. "That was... everything."

Later, he cleans you up with a warm towel, pressing soft kisses to your chest and thighs.

He helps you into one of his shirts and pulls you onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around both of you.

His arms stay locked around your waist, like he’s afraid to let go.

"Hey," you whisper, turning in his arms. "I’m not going anywhere."

He smiles against your temple.

"Good."

You fall asleep with his chest pressed to your back.

@inchans

A/N: Kinda nervous about posting this. There’s like no content for this show at all in general but like idk. Anyway, no one asked for this, I just wanted to post it bc I love Dr. Hwang.

•Toddler regressor, so he typically regresses around 2-4, maybe a little older or younger some days.

•He’s not open about his regression to most people, but he’s definitely not ashamed of it. He’d just rather not have a bunch of people know about it, as it isn’t anyone’s business, though there are a couple people who know about it.

•Absolutely loves painting, drawing, and coloring. He’s a little artist and is always so proud of his work. He’ll run to his caregiver with the biggest smile on his face, excitedly showing them what he created.

•Most of his regression time is actually spent making different types of art pieces. It’s very relaxing for him, and he enjoys it a lot.

•He’s super calm when he’s regressed, he’s kind of quiet too. He’s low energy and likes doing simple, easy things that bring him peace and help put his mind at ease.

•He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, his regression age seems older than what it actually is. He uses proper sentences and “big” words, or more so words that are big for his age. He doesn’t baby talk either and his voice stays exactly the same.

•Loves bedtime and taking naps. He can be very sleepy, typically after work days, so when he regresses on those days, he’s always going to bed early.

•He’s actually very good at self regulation and self soothing. He never has tantrums or outbursts, as he’s able to calm himself down before that happens. The main ways he’ll calm himself are by taking deep breaths, rocking back and forth a little, or on some occasions, mainly when he’s really upset and nothing else is working, he’ll start sucking his thumb to calm down.

•While he doesn’t have temper tantrums or anything like that, he will cry when he’s feeling upset. He can be a little emotional at times, so he will let himself cry when he needs to.

•He finds it super important that the room is quiet when he’s painting, however if someone asks him what his picture is, his face will light up and he’ll explain with so much excitement and detail about it. Though, after that, he needs almost complete silence, besides from the soft music that he’ll sometimes have playing in the background.

•When he’s in a more younger headspace, he really likes finger painting. He kinda makes a mess with it, getting some paint on his clothes and on the floor, but he does help clean up when he’s done.

•He’s not super dependent on people, he can do things himself. Though, he does have days where he can be a bit clingy and follow his caregiver around.

•Like mentioned before, he loves soft and calming music when he paints. Though, he also really enjoys it when he’s going to bed, he’ll always have a quiet lullaby playing while he’s sleeping.

•Despite not regressing into babyspace (except on like super, super rare occasions maybe) he really likes mobiles. He likes watching the little things on it slowly spin around while a lullaby plays, which quickly puts him to sleep.

•He doesn’t take criticism about his art well. If he gets criticized in anyway, he gets really upset to the point where he’s holding back tears.

•He drinks a lot of warm drinks, like coffee, tea, and sometimes milk. He typically uses a bottle, but he also does use a mug too, mainly when he’s in between headspaces.

Caregiver! In-chan Headcanons

•So, he’s obviously well experienced and knowledgeable on age regression, he’s literally a therapist, so he’s very good at understanding it.

•He is such a patient caregiver. He’s very good at helping his little cope with feelings and emotions, helping them find ways to deal with angry/frustration that doesn’t involve having any outbursts or tantrums.

•In-chan loves joining in with his little whenever they’re doing something, especially if they’re coloring or painting. He loves anything to do with art.

•He’ll also teach his little how to paint too! It almost always ends in his regressor not taking it super seriously and just doing random paint lines of the canvas, but In-chan still praises them for doing such a good job and admires their work.

•He does best with regressors that are more calm, since he’s typically a very calm and relaxed person, but he’s able to get along with and care for any type of little. Even if they’re the exact opposite of him and are super loud and hyper.

•He’s always making sure his little knows how much he loves them. He’s such a sweet caregiver, he’s always letting them know how special and amazing they are.

•In-chan is very good at explaining things to his regressor and helping them understand. For example, if he told them no to something, he’ll go into detail as to why and making sure they understand.

Newborn Regressor! In-chan Moodboard

Regressor! In-chan w/ Caregiver! Han-saem

Summary: Han-saem comes home from work to see In-chan regressed. Han-saem is aware of his regression, but he isn’t exactly sure how to actually care for him.

Contains: Age regression, bottles, pacifiers, stuffed animals.

Not proofread.