#hanopium

His breath fans on your skin. Warm. Teeth dig into the curve of your neck, his palms soothing the dip of your waist.

“Hyune…” you hitch at the sting of his canines sinking deeper into the flesh, pushing his shoulders in a poor attempt of creating some brief distance.

To knock some sense into him.

“Should we be doing this here–,” you blurt out, wet lashes fluttering to shake the water off them. The boys had just moved inside, leaving you and Hyunjin on your own, giving him the opportunity to pounce on what was his.

That is, you.

Hyunjin's lips press against the mark swelling red, plump lips gliding to your collarbone in light pampers. He hushes your whines, drinking where water had splashed on the smooth skin. “Who cares?”

You huff.

Who cares?

He should. Considering that no one is aware of this thing you two have going on — especially after they each promised to keep their dicks tucked in their pants, only for Hyunjin to break the oath the second you decided to look at him with those pleading eyes. How could a man refuse such an offer? You did this to him.

“They won't know if you keep it down,” his gaze drifts, meeting yours amidst the heat of his tongue grazing the curve of your breast. He grins, cocky. “Can you at least do that?”

Your eyes roll, pinching his arm with a flush creeping up your neck. He winces, kicking the bottom of the pool to lift himself up. “Don't be stupid… if they catch us then–”

“Then what?” he interrupts, tone challenging. “They find out that you're mine? Good, they were starting to piss me off.” he says and you blink, a question dying in your throat when he steps closer, forcing a proximity where his forehead bumps into yours. “Don't tell me you haven't noticed?” He hooks a finger around the loop attaching your bottom, watching the confidence in your body morph into compliance the closer he gets to taking what he's been craving all night. “You're denser than I thought.”

“What–”

“I thought,” he says, blown out pupils staring right into yours. “That you would be able to tell when a man wants to fuck you…” his palms stroke your thighs, parting them further. 

“When he wants to keep you wide open for him.” Hyunjin guides you towards the edge of the pool with his words and your back curves to the shape of it. “Making you arch for him… hand pressed to your spine.”

You yelp when he abruptly pivots you, maneuvering your body with practiced ease. His mouth makes contact with your ear, voice unbearably hot in a whisper, “Bending you over to split your tiny cunt on his cock. Dripping and cum oozing out after he's done.”

“Hyunjin…” you beg, fingers clamping down on the hard border.

“That's how they look at you,” his hand runs lower, teasing the edge of your bikini. “Don't you think it's my right to take you right now, right here. Let them find out, I don’t give a fuck.” He doesn't wait for a definite answer, because your silence speaks louder than simple words, quietly offering yourself to him just how he loves it. “Hm, that's what I thought.” he coos, hand finally gliding underneath the bottom. His fingers find your slit, drawing the cutest gasp from your throat.

“Easy now,” he inches lower, feeling the dampness that isn’t from the ripples crashing against your bodies. Cursing under his breath, he rolls his middle finger over your clit. Teasing, tempting you to whine into the movement. You do, shamefully so, encouraging him to do more. Give you more.

Insatiable.

He holds a laugh, lips wrapping onto your earlobe while his other hand holds your jaw tight, urging soft sighs from you. “Come on, show me how badly you want it,” his words goad you, meek hands gripping his arm, diving him deeper towards your heat. He hums in approval when your hand snakes above his, showing him the spot of your desire.

Hyunjin spreads your folds with two fingers, movement fluid against your wetness. He wastes no time in giving you what you're begging him for, hearing the plates in the kitchen clank and chairs scraping. There's scarcely any time left before you're interrupted. “Arch for me,” he instructs. You obey, perking your rear onto him, grinding onto his erection. He sucks in a breath, the intrusion of his fingers has you biting your bottom lip, two thick digits rubbing against your walls in slick ease. “God,” he slaps a palm over your mouth, muffling your growing moans as he hits the spot that melts the rigidity in your body.

“Hyunjin…” you mumble onto his skin, thighs wrapping themselves around him. He licks your flesh, the sweat cracking at your back sweet on his tongue, sucking the area just above the strap of your bikini. Paying you no mind, the water engulfs the otherwise loud squelches of his fingers ramming inside of your pussy. “Hyun–,” you try to warn, a knot coiling embarrassingly fast. Every simple touch is enough to have your stomach contracting, muscles spasming, beginning to tremble underneath him.

He notices, attention perked. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles and it sends you to the edge. Biting onto his thumb, he pushes it past your lips, amused with the drool that spills past the bruised tissues. “You good?” The smirk is evident in his tone.

You wish you had the strength to punch the smugness out of him. However, he flips you to face him and his dark expression folds you. Heart squeezing almost immediately. The strain in his swim shorts brushes your knee, leg purposely grinding on him. He groans, forehead creasing into a pleasured frown. He brings you closer, nose ghosting on yours, “Open.”

You do. God, you do.

Lips parting just for him, a high pitched noise leaves him, tongue darting out to dance with yours. Obscene. The kiss is lewd and full of need. Throwing your arms around his neck, his fingers entangle in your wet hair, pinning you to the edge of the pool. He takes what he wants, rolling his pants to free himself, he eggs your bottom to the side. “Don't make a sound,” he warns, grinning into the kiss, “–unless you want everyone to know about our dirty secret.”

There's nothing delicate in the way he steadies your hips, grasping you with a barely controlled touch as he forces you down on his cock. Fully bottoming out in one go, stretched beyond limit in a wet burn. Your cry is swallowed by his searing mouth, sharing your moans with your tongues. You're hardly kissing back, mouth wide and open for him to use while he jerks his hips towards you, tip probing at your cervix from how big he is. “s' big…” you sob, tears swelling up your eyes.

Hyunjin gentles you, pampering kisses alongside your cheek, a deep contrast to the harsh pace of his cock into your poor pussy. “Baby don't cry…” he soothes. An act. Mockery hidden underneath the sweet words he reassures you with, great satisfaction filling him the second your teeth bite into his shoulder, trying your best to keep quiet. How endearing.

The door cracks open, a voice emerging from it. “Hey guys, dinner's ready–,” Felix informs, pausing as he realises the strange proximity between you two. “What's going on?” he asks and you freeze. Big eyes lifting to meet Hyunjin's in a panicked daze, ears flushed. Hyunjin blinks, way too slowly for someone in his current position, muscle nudging at the inside of his cheek.

Cock still pulsating inside of your cunt.

He doesn't bother to pull out, merely opting to cradle your cheek in fake concern. “She had something in her eye. I was blowing it out, look at her poor tears.” he says, smiling wide and innocently. “Isn't that right, yn-ah?”

“Huh–” your vision drifts to Felix who is staring, then back to Hyunjin's unbothered expression, involuntarily clenching on him as he decides to pinch your sensitive nub, face contorting to one of brief pleasure before you can catch yourself. “Yes!” you hitch. “My lashes flew into my eye… we'll come soon– ah…” the last syllable fades into a distant moan, praying that Felix doesn't pick up on what is going on underwater.

“Right…” he replies, nodding in a skeptical glance but he doesn't push further. “Hurry up or it'll run cold.” The door clicks shut and you exhale. A huge one, an expression of displeasure washing over you as you hit an amused Hyunjin.

“Are you serious–?!” you scold and he shrugs.

“With what?” he jokes, rolling his hips into yours. “This?”

“Hyunjin, fuck– don't do that again…” you hope to sound threatening. You really do but it's futile, the sentence comes off as a plea. A plea that opposes the threat.

“It sure seemed like you liked it though,” he replies, bumping your clit. “You were clenching down on me like crazy. Think I couldn't feel you getting wetter?” he tilts his head, lifting your chin in a search for your abashed expression. “Don't act coy now, let's finish this upstairs yeah?”

Where he's got you to himself. Uninterrupted.

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