#junhan x reader

«Can I get up, now?»

«Not yet.»

«Not yet? But it's been hours! I don't want to lay here for the whole day.»

«It's been only ten minutes. Are you not trusting me?»

«I trust you! It's just so boring laying here...»

«Once I've finished, you'll appreciate my new masterpiece. You'll turn prettier than ever.»

«If you say so...»

You puffed and looked at the mirror in front of you. You were laying on your bed, your right hip exposed, surrounded by different bottles of body paint, and your boyfriend over you, with a brush full of ink on his hand. You started to feel unsure about this idea.

What are you thinking? Turning me prettier... you're so naive.

Hyeongjun knows what you've been through. He witnessed you crying in front of the mirror, trembling and completely unable to dress yourself up because of your body. He knows about the diets you took, trying to get even a little skinnier than before. But he must have noticed something else. He noticed something in you when he kept repeating that, despite everything, he would have loved you; he made this promise, this stupid promise of making you prettier. And now you were on the bed, letting him painting your skin.

Hyeongjun's hand caressed your hip, tracing the stretch marks on it. It was his way to calm you down a little. His fingers stretched a little part of your skin. You felt the brush's tip running on it; the paint was cold. The brush was making circles and curves, no broken lines and edges.

You focused on Hyeongjun's face on the mirror. His long hair was covering his profile and his eyes but you knew he was concentrated in that moment. You saw him painting sometimes and how seriously he takes his crafts, even if the painting turns out being just a bunch of flowers. You lifted your head up, or at least you tried. It was difficult moving while surrounded by bottles of body paint around. You wouldn't have turned your room into a colored mess after all.

You searched for Hyeongjun's sight. His eyes seemed focused on your skin. You couldn't see the painting he was making. His tattooed hand was stretching your skin. Judging from what you could have seen, it would have take a lot of time. You rested your head and sighed.

«Is there any problem?» Hyeongjun asked, keeping his head down on your skin.

«It will take a lot of time, am I right?»

«Less than you can imagine.»

«It doesn't look like it. It's not like you choose the easiest or best part of my skin to paint anyway...»

Hyeongjun stopped painting. You noticed it by not feeling his hand on him anymore and leaving your body. He left the bed and kneeled on the floor, his face close to yours. The serious face was substituted by a smiley one.

«You don't trust me, uh?»

You hesitated.

«Be honest, Y/N.»

You looked away from him. «It's not that, I just think you didn't choose the best "canvas". There were better options, so to speak.»

Hyeongjun came closer to you. «There weren't any better options. That part of yours is perfect.»

«I don't think so.» You murmured.

You two stayed silent for a moment. Hyeongjun sighed.

«I'll give you something to lift your trust in me.» He gave you a peck kiss on your lips. You felt a warm feeling in your chest. You know this sensation too well. It was the same one you got when he confessed his love for you, when he gave you the first hug and his first kiss. And it was the same one when he made a promise, maybe they the stupidest promise he could have come up with, by gifting you a bouquet of marigolds: a promise of protection. What protection and from what was a complete mystery, and yet you felt so loved when he did it.

You didn't say anything but your sight was changed. There was something in your eyes that was telling Hyeongjun that you were trusting him. He didn't need to ask more. He got up, ready to start where he interrupted.

«You'll be the prettiest painting I'll ever do.»

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Your legs were dizzy when Hyeongjun told you he finished. You couldn't move for a while. That gave the time for Hyeongjun to put all the bottles full of body paint away from the bed.

«See, I was right when I said that he would have taken a lot. My instinct was right.» You whined.

«It was worth it. You're so beautiful now.»

«What if you let me decide if I turned beautiful or not? I'm the "canvas", no?»

«And I'm the artist and I can tell you that you turned pretty.»

You rolled back your eyes. «Hyeongjun, is there any artist who ever thought of their art pieces everything else except "masterpieces"?»

«The honest ones know when they mess up. I didn't. Look at the mirror, if you're still unsure.»

You got up from the bed, reached the mirror and turned your painted hip at it. Your eyes widened. All your stretch marks were covered by marigolds. They weren't drawn in the usual style Hyeongjun uses for his drawings, those marigolds were almost realistic. Now there was a reason for all that time spent.

These flowers...No, I can't believe it. These flowers, you...you remembered that promise!

You looked at him. Hyeongjun was smiling proudly.

«So, was I right? I wanted to give you a reminder as my first painting on your skin but I can paint your favorite flowers on your left hip next.»

You felt tears coming on your face.

«Hyeongjun, you...you were right! These marigolds are beautiful. They look so pretty here, I don't know what to say!»

You opened your arms, asking for a hug. Hyeongjun just came at you and hugged you, his arms on your shoulders, his body carefully placed over yours, making sure the fresh paint wouldn't get on his clothes. You placed your arms on his shoulders, your face buried on them. The promise he made to you was making more sense now: no matter the time and no matter how, Hyeongjun would have to protect you from all the bad thoughts on your mind, from all the moments when your self esteem would have dropped or lost trust in him. He would have stayed to fulfill that promise, no matter how your body was.

«I needed that reminder, thank you.» You sobbed.

«And?»

«And you were right, I'm prettier than before. Your skills are incredible.»

Hyeongjun hugged you tighter. Your face stayed buried on his shoulders.

«You're my favorite painter now.» You murmured.

Hyeongjun made one of his breathy laughs. «Am I really this good?»

«You are. No other painter will make me feel loved as much as you.»

He rubbed his hands on your shoulders.

«I'm your canvas, Hyeongjun. Will you paint me every time you can?»

«Of course, love.» Hyeongjun reached your ear.

Using your boyfriend's laptop was something that had been negotiated a while back. He works all day and you don't have the money for your own laptop. He let you download a game on it and you like to play it while he's at work and you're home. Today didn't go as usual though.

You're not one to snoop. You trust Hyeongjun. He's never made you question him even once. However… when you open his laptop, you're face-to-face with what he's been up to. He left his laptop on his bed this morning, which in itself was odd. He always left it neatly placed on his desk. He must've had a long night… and that he did.

You were looking at a porn website pulled up, still on a video that has played halfway through. He never cleared his tabs. Now again, you're not one to snoop, but when you were put in this situation, it's impossible not to look a little deeper. You play the video, watching to see what he's into. Maybe you could use this info. Maybe Hyeongjun would enjoy a little surprise even.

In the video, there's a male tied up and on his knees. He's got a ball gag in his mouth and a vibrator stuffed in a sleeve, pressed against his cock. The girl is sitting up behind him, yelling degrading things to him while landing harsh slaps onto his ass. You smiled at having just uncovered possibly the most embarrassing information you could get on someone.

Without an ounce of shame, you click on the search tab, looking at his previous searches form a long list. “male masochism, femdom, shibari, hentai, knife play” the list was long. Some searches were expected, like hentai, yet others were much more interesting. Who knew your man was into knife play? He suits it though. For a while, you did your research. You studied up until you felt confident in these subjects and then you formed a plan.

“Hey sweetie, I'm back!” Hyeongjun chirps and closes the front door behind him. You mischievously saunter into the living room with a ton of ribbon in your hands. Hyeongjun looks confusedly at you, raising a brow and tilting his head. “Sweetie?” He asked, his voice tender and loving as it's always been. You can't help but smile with all the excitement you're feeling.

“Hi baby,” you said, snaking around him and taking his hands. He'd already kicked off his shoes and tossed his bag away. You pulled his hands behind his back, wrapping the ribbon around his wrists. “What are you doing love?” He asked, his voice already slightly cracking. His ears flushed red, not just from confusion, but from arousal.

You leaned in, kissing the shell of his ear and whispering, “you didn't close out your browser tabs last night baby,” “Shit-” he gasped, flushing a deeper shade of red and looking down. He was embarrassed, but his dick didn't care. His pants began tenting immediately and you didn't miss it. You tugged the ribbon tighter and tied a pretty bow on his arms.

“Now get on the floor,” you demanded. Hyeongjun didn't wait. He was on the ground at the speed of light. He looked ashamed and embarrassed— absolutely perfect. “I can't believe my boyfriend has been so fucking gross this entire time,” you said, snickering and lightly kicking his side. He didn't respond. Instead, he looked down at his knees and let out a small whimper.

“Look at me Hyeongjun!” You demanded his attention, crossing his arms until you had his undivided attention. You smiled once he obliged and began to strip. Each piece of clothing dropped to the ground was a reward and a punishment all at once. Hyeongjun's eyes were wide, basically bulging out of his skull. He bit his lip, quietly whining with need.

You pushed him forward gently and straddled his back. Your pussy was warm and damp against his upper back. “You don't mind me using you at all, do you Hyeongjun?” You asked, grabbing his hair and rubbing yourself against him. “A-ahh- fuck!” You groaned loudly. You found a good angle where his flexed shoulder blade was rubbing your clit perfectly. “I don't mind at all,” he muttered, his voice muffled by the restricting position he was in.

His cock was almost painfully squished between his own thighs, but he didn't dare speak up. The friction was too good. Each of your movements made his hips move slightly too. “You're a good fuck toy Jun” you panted, threading your fingers in the long hair down his neck and tugging painfully tight. Hyeongjun groaned, his dick throbbing between his thighs. “There we go… so close,” you choked out, gripping harder onto his scalp.

He was whining in a mix of pain and pleasure. The ribbons were silky, but still tied so tightly they dug into his flesh. He could barely breathe from the way he was bent in half as you rode him. “Baby…” he whimpered, his eyes unable to see anything but his pathetic dick sitting between his thighs and twitching. “Fuck-!” You gasped, all movement ceasing as your muscle contracted up. Hyeongjun's eyes widened, knowing exactly what that little gasp meant.

“Did you… did you cum on my back?” He asked quietly, cock throbbing as he felt your pussy throb and soak his shoulder blade. His voice was breathy and surprised her also very, very hopeful.

“Yeah…,” you panted, finally getting off of him. You licked up his shoulder blade, collecting the slightly tangy flavored fluid from his back and pulled his head back to kiss him. He moaned, tasting the familiar taste of your pussy on his tongue mixed with your saliva. You pulled away, smiling proudly.

"And if you wanna get off too, you're gonna have to find a way to do it with your arms behind your back, because I'm not untying you until you've came,” “But-!” Hyeongjun whined, pouting and looking at you through his pretty cat eyes. “No buts!” You quickly cut him off. Strict is what he needed. You walked over and threw a pillow at him.

He looked ashamed, perfectly ashamed, as he straddled the pillow and began humping it like a dog in heat. He looked so terribly embarrassed. You smiled and walked over with your phone, opening the camera. “Smile for me, pretty boy,” you cooed and snapped a picture with the flash, capturing his glossy, hazy gaze. “You're so fucking mean!” Hyeongjun weakly whined, still messily humping the pillow.

"Awww, you poor thing. Maybe you shouldn't have been such a disgusting pervert,” you said, placing your foot over his wet, red-tipped dick. He whimpered as you carefully put on more and more pressure, eventually hurting him and making him yelp.

“S-stop! I'm- I'm gonna cum!” He squealed, shaking slightly as you squished his cock between your foot and the pillow. It hurt so good. The pain made him want to cum right then and there.

“Do it,” you said, snickering teasingly. You pressed record and the flash from your phone illuminated the degrading position he was in.

“Cum for me, I wanna record it,” you said. Hyeongjun couldn't take it anymore. This was so humiliating and painful, he finally gave in and came all over your foot and the pillow, spurting out ropes of his warm seed. His hips jerked forward, trying to bury himself deeper.

THE summer blazing heat left you sweating even under the shade. And thoughts of a cold ice cold lemonade kept bothering you. Despite all this, summer was still your favorite season of the year.

“There you are. My mom made us fresh lemonade, its sweet.”

Infront of you stood, Junhan. At the age of 16, seeing each other only as best friends was nothing more. You both held a special connection since 4 years old and it never changed.

“Wow, you really read my mind! Thank you!”

A soft giggle escaped from your lips as you drank the juice. Junhan sat down next to you underneath the cool shaded tree, setting his drink aside. He couldn’t help but admire your beauty. His heart wanted you and no one else.

“I… like you.”

“huh?”

Before you could utter a single word, a soft feeling was placed onto your lips—

BOOM.

Something ginormous had been dropped by your upstair neighbor. Your heart pounded like nuts. It was currently 9:03 am and still had 20 minutes to get ready. The sun was already peeking through your blue curtains.

Strong scent of coffee filled your apartment as the toaster ding, letting you know breakfast was ready. You sat on the chair slowly eating trying to fight the sleepiness that called you back to bed.

After changing and taking care of your hygiene, you slide your shoes on grabbing the door keys and your sweet electric guitar. Opening the door, Junhan stood there quitely.

“What the fuck! Jeez, you scared the shit out of me Junhan!”

“Well…I was about to knock. Sorry.”

He grabbed your electric guitar so it would not fall and break into a million pieces. After thanking him, you both head out for band pratice! Since both of you were practically inseparable, both of you decided to be in a band together.

Junhan was the first to play the electric guitar, he looked really cool so you decided to copy him. When he asked why you decided to switch piano to electric guitar…it became awkward. So you gave a lame excuse in return.

Drums and the sound of distant keyboard was a sign you both arrive. Gunil, O.de, Gaon, Jooyeon and Jungsun were really early or you both were just extremely late.

“There you guys are! Finally!”

“Do you know how weird it is playing without you both?”

“Nope. Sorry. So what is the song first?”

“Strawberry cake, then ICU.”

After three hours of hard long work everyone went their separate ways. While you and Junhan sticked together.

“want to go too a bar?”

“you know i love drinking. Yes.”

The buzzing sound at the bar was quite loud that day. Many people were cheering and enjoy their drinks. And soon, that was going to be the both of you. Drink after drink after drink. The beer and alcohol fully confusmed your mind and body. Neither of you could properly function at this point.

Barely making it back to your apartment, Junhan immediately flopped onto the couch. The light was to bright for the both of you, so you shut it off. Then you sat down on the floor trying not to puke or do anything embarrassing. No sound was made. Until Junhan drunk self decided to yap.

“Remember whenwe were 16?”

“hm? Yeah?”

“When I handed you lemonade from my mom..”

“Wait i dreamed about this today…”

“Really? Then what happened?”

Even if Junhan head was swimming in alcohol, he was still able to remember that day well. Why? Because that day changed everything.

”I dreamt you confessed…but that’s silly.”

Junhan furrows his eyebrows together creasing his forehead. He lowered his head looking at you. It left a dent in his chest, to think you did not remember their first kiss.

“Silly? You think I did not confess? Or even shared our first kiss together?”

“duh, of course not. It’s just a memory. I know you, Juhan.”

“apparently not…because i really do like you. And that confession 5 years ago was real.”

“Oh okay—wait. I remember now…did you just confess? Again?”

You turned your head up looking at your drunk best friend. His eyelids almost giving up on him, but he still has a bit of strength in him. Shifting closer to your body, he gave a soft yet firm kiss on you lips. Just like when you were both 16. Then he passed out holding your hand.

It all felt like a movie. Did he just kiss you? Will you both be able to remember this night? Either way, you held onto this moment just before drifting into your own world.

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Junhan woke up smiling at your sleepy face. the relief of finally getting it out made all his stress fade away.

“ugh my head. Never doing drinking games with you.”

Junhan laughed lightly getting you water.

“would you like to be my girlfriend…?”

“oh shit. We did kiss last night.”

“is that a no?”

“hmm, yeah. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Junhan pulled you in for a soft kiss as you both finally moved on from just being best friends.

“I love you so bad… It hurts to see you love others so freely. You're supposed to be mine,” Hyeongjun’s voice got sharper and more agonizing. His brows were furrowed and his jaw clenches tight as he carefully removes the knife from your throat.

“Do I need to kill you to show you I'm serious? I don't wanna see you with any fucking body but me!” He pointed the knife at you, slowly and strictly stalking around you. Ropes tied you to the dining table chair. The hardwood floors underneath creaked with each step Hyeongjun took. He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Tears streamed down his cheeks. You realized then that he was really hurting inside, and it hurt you to look at.

“Hyeongjun— no,” you softly replied. You couldn't move to comfort him or to even escape. Your hands were zip tied behind your back and your ankles were connected to the legs of the wooden chair. You should be scared, but seeing your boyfriend's heart break like this makes you feel bad.

“You know,” Hyeongjun says, wiping his eyes and placing the knife on your lap. “I really thought you loved me,” he said coldly. His time switched from sad and broken to angry and cold.

“I need to teach my little fugitive a lesson,” he said, adding on. He sat on the bed, facing you. You hadn't done anything. Hyeongjun simply saw you enjoying your time with a friend, confiding in them and being generally affectionate like one does with friends. He couldn't stand it though. What he saw was replacement; he saw you being distrustful of him and choosing someone over him. It was sickening to him and nauseating. He wanted nothing more than to kill that guy! He refrained though.

“You want that? For me to remind you who it is you really belong to— who you should really trust?” Hyeongjun's voice dropped lower, whispering and dark. He was losing his mind and you could see it in his eyes. You saw the pain, the anger, the betrayal that stemmed from nothing. He hated something completely made up in his head. He slid his hand up your thigh, looking into your eyes for permission to keep going. He was rough, he was insane, but he was never forceful.

“Yes… please Hyeongjun,” you breathily whispered out, giving him the permission to keep going. Hyeongjun smiled darkly, leaning forward and kissing your lips. He was slow and tender. Every touch of his was incredibly possessive. He hated when anyone did as much as looked your way. He squeezed your thigh. When he felt the cold metal knife still sitting in your lap, he picked it back up, tossing it on the bed.

“You're mine aren't you, little runaway?” He whispered, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek. You could feel his breath in your face. He was mad at you, but loved you so deeply it drove him insane. You didn't do anything, but even being friendly with someone you'd known forever registered to him as you wanting to run away, to leave him. So when you ‘strayed’, he held on tighter.

“I'd never leave you babe, you know this.” You reassured him. You saw a slight break in his eyes, a crack in his fierce, angry, demeanor. He needed to hear that. You heard him choke back tears as his lip quivered. He leaned in, latching his lips into your neck and gripping your thighs with his hands. His fingers dug into your flesh as he claimed you. He nipped and bit down on your neck, sucking a dark mark on you to make sure you were visibly taken.

“You couldn't leave me if you wanted to,” Hyeongjun whispered, smiling maniacally against your neck with your skin still between his teeth. His grip on you was deathly, causing your thighs to tense and hurt worse. He pulled back, smiling at you proudly and undoing your shorts, pulling them to your ankles. He couldn't take them off all the way without releasing your zip tied ankles. He left on your top and walked to the other side of the room, getting your vibrator out of your dresser. He walked back over with a smile, twirling the vibrator around once in his hand.

“Spread for me, free spirit,” he commanded, still stuck on the idea that you were unfaithful. He knew it wasn't real, but the ache in his gut wasn't satisfied just yet. You spread your legs as he instructed. You couldn't spread far because of your bound ankles, but you did your best.

“Good baby, thank you,” Hyeongjun smiled proudly and spread your lips with his fingers, tracing a finger up your slit. His finger pressed firmly on your clit and he watched you jerk and react with a smile. You looked up at him. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips were slightly parted. He sat on the bed again comfortably and placed the vibrator between your legs and pressed it between your plush pussy lips, directly to your clit. He groaned and swallowed watching your pussy kiss the vibrator. He didn't turn it on just yet.

“You know…” Hyeongjun started, his voice vulnerable and almost sad. He pressed the vibrator firmly to your clit. “I hope he dies… tragically.” He said honestly, letting out a sigh. He started the vibrator, holding it to your pussy as he poured out his feelings.

“I tried to be friends with him once actually.” He looked up at you, confessing to a secret mission he went on to assure you were loyal. It was disgustingly pathetic, the way he weaved himself into all of your relationships, all aspects of your life. “He hates me now, but I genuinely did nothing,” Hyeongjun states and by his confused tone of voice, you could tell he was being genuine.

“The only thing I did was tell him I was in love with you. He said he was too. Then after weeks of being decent friends, he started ignoring me and giving me passive aggressive looks. He was still exactly the same towards you though,” Hyeongjun can feel his blood boil with hatred for the man. He pulled the speed of the vibrator, making you whimper and moan. Seeing you so pleased and feeling so good kept him calm.

“He wants you,” Hyeongjun's voice cracked angrily. He couldn’t stand the idea of you just letting this other than hit on you, even if you didn't feel the same way. “I'd kill him myself if I could,” Hyeongjun pushed your legs together so your thighs would hold the vibrator in place. He stood up and leaned over you, kissing your lips again. “You know you're mine though baby, don't you?” He whispered against your lips. His eyes glaring into yours. His forehead rested against yours as he asked, seeking your reassurance.

“Yes Hyeongjun, I'm yours. I don't want anyone else,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed him back. Your voice was soft and certain. It was enough to calm the raging storm in Hyeongjun's burning soul. He smiled softly at you. Happy with your response, he pressed the button again, speeding up the vibrator.

You whined in pleasure from the added speed of the vibrator. Hyeongjun's attitude started slipping from angry and possessive to something more calm and loving. He pet your thighs, squishing and caressing them. He kneeled down before you, kissing up your thighs and leaving love bites. He sucked a particularly painful spot on your thigh, leaving a bruise in its place. He smiled seeing you visibly marked. It was like tattooing his name all over you or putting a tag on you that said you belonged to him.

Hyeongjun stood up, undoing his pants and pushing them down. He stepped out of them and stood over you, his dick level with your face. “Are you gonna be good and apologize for talking to another man?” Hyeongjun asked, caressing your cheek with his hands. He pressed his tip to your lips.

You hummed and nodded, responding exactly how he wanted. You loved when he used you like this and took out his insecurities on you. “Alright then baby, open up for me,” Hyeongjun whispered and moved his hand up to your scalp, threading his fingers in your hair and gripping. You whimpered, feeling the vibrator work your clit while Hyeongjun pushed his tip to your lips again, more firmly and demanding this time. You parted your lips, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his tip. You hummed in pleasure, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his spine. He leaned his head back, whining as his body shuttered with pleasure.

“God, I love your mouth babe,” Hyeongjun growled. No one ever saw this side of him but you. He never shared his feelings and rarely even talked, but you got to experience him fully. You got to see parts of him more vulnerable than just a naked body.

He shivered as he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth. He took slow, deep breaths, choking back moans as he felt your warm, wet mouth envelope him. You suctioned your tongue to the underside of his shaft and hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in a little more. His hands trembled in your hair, loosening weakly as he whimpered in pleasure. “Fuck… I love you so much,” He yelled out, squeezing his eyes shut and groaned, pushing deeper until he bottomed out completely in your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. His cock was long and on the thinner side, matching the rest of his body perfectly.

You whimpered and Hyeongjun twitched again. He moved his hands to the back of the chair, supporting himself as he started thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth. He was shivering from the sheer pleasure of fucking your mouth. “Doing good baby… keep that up…” he whispered, voice shaky and weak. You sucked him a little harder and he groaned loudly. He reached down with a shaky hand, hoping the vibrator to its full speed now. “I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth,” he growled, pushing the vibrator firmly to your clit and adjusting it to where you feel it best.

You shivered, moaning over Hyeongjun's cock and he whined, thrusting faster as he held the vibrator. He started rubbing your clit with it in little firm circles. Your slick made it move with ease, gliding and glistening when the light hit. Hyeongjun whimpered at the sight. His face was flushed and glistening too but with sweat.

By the way you were moving, Hyeongjun could tell you were getting close. You always got squirmy and whiny when you were feeling excessively good. Your little whimpers felt like shocks of heaven gracing him. This only encouraged him to speed up, thrusting faster into your mouth. He pressed harder with the vibrator too.

“Come on baby…” Hyeongjun panted and whimpered. His body was jerky and his thrusts weren't very rhythmic as he approached his orgasm. Your throat clenches him, swallowing his precum. The sensation makes him shiver and whine. “God, baby… please… cum for me,” He begged and whined, thrusting as fast and hard as his weak, shaky legs were capable of.

His words and the vibrator were stimulating enough to send you over into pleasure. Your throat clenched his cock tightly and you gagged. Your pussy throbbed and your entire body convulsed. When you gagged, it finished off Hyeongjun. He pulled his cock out, stroking it a few times and holding it while he spurted out ropes of cum that covered your lips, your chin, and dropped onto your chest.

The black shirt you had on contrasted the cum drizzling down onto it. Hyeongjun turned off the vibrator, licking it and tossing it onto the bed. He leaned in and kissed you, tasting the mix of your fluids together. His kiss was captivating and possessive. He loved you— deeply, scarily. And you loved him back.

“You love me? Only me?” Junhan whispered, his voice was vulnerable and quiet. He looked lovingly into your eyes. “Of course I do, you idiot!” you smiled and kissed him again. He smiled and kissed you back affectionately. He pulls away and grabs the knife off of the bed. He carefully cuts away the zip ties, brushing his thumbs over the small marks they left on your skin.

“Was about to call it a night”, you replied, leaning into Hyeongjun a little.

“I put the kettle on”, Hyeongjun said, kissed your cheek and pulled away.

You shut down your devices and followed him to the kitchen.

“This one okay?” Hyeongjun called out, holding two mugs and a pack of tea you had stocked up on just yesterday.

“Perfect”, you replied, making your way around the space to find honey and oat milk.

Soon enough, you sat on the living room couch, holding a mug of tea in one hand and Hyeongjun’s delicate fingers in the other. Every now and then, you had to let go to stir your drink, and Hyeongjun would use the opportunity to do the same.

With a few sips left in your mug, you reached out to Hyeongjun and pushed a few strands of hair behind his ear. He turned his eyes from the series neither of you were paying attention on to you. His gaze was weighted with sleepiness, and you cupped his cheek gently.

“Tired?” you asked.

Hyeongjun gulped down the last of his drink before giving you a small nod and leaning back into your touch.

“Let’s get you to bed”, you said, took his mug from him and got up to bring it to the sink.

You both were silent while you got changed, washed your faces and brushed your teeth. Afterwards, you met in the bedroom, crawled under the covers and snuggled up in each other’s arms. You rested your head on Hyeongjun’s shoulder, able to hear his heartbeat and the slow pace of his breaths.

“Any plans for tomorrow, bunny?” you whispered into the fabric of Hyeongjun’s t-shirt.

“Stay like this all morning and get up at noon?” Hyeongjun mumbled against your hair. You tilted your head to kiss him before wishing him sweet dreams and allowing his steady heartbeat lead you to the next morning.

Lucky for him, his hobby gives him the perfect excuse to keep finding new reasons to come back and see you.

“Did you forget something?”

Hyeongjun slows his footsteps, letting his gaze to linger upon you a little longer. It’s why he’s here, after all. At home, he has all the supplies he needs - he was here just three days ago.

“I, uh… I finished my sketchpad.” He rubs the back of his neck, noticing a playful twitch at the corner of your mouth.

“Already?” You lean over the counter, intertwining fingers. “Or did you just miss me?”

A quiet, flustered laugh escapes Hyeongjun’s lips as he momentarily looks down, unable to control his reaction to your teasing. He knows you’re completely aware of his attraction to you… but how can he tell if you feel even the slightest spark in return?

He head towards the shelves, reaching for a fresh sketchpad, plus a new set of charcoal pencils, because he can never have too many of those.

When he’s back at the counter, the heat hits him instantly. As always, the closeness to you comes with side effects: dizziness, warm twisting in his stomach, quickening pulse. His gaze, drawn to the way your shirt curves over your appetising chest, slows as if he’s just taken a drag from a joint.

The sharp clicking of keys snaps him out of it. Your fingers must be flying over the keyboard, but to him, everything moves in slow motion.

Don’t stare at her hands, he tells himself, don’t stare at her hands, don’t st—

“Well, well,” you grin brightly. “It’s your birthday today!”

Hyeongjun’s head snaps up.

“What… How did you know?”

“Your customer account,” you explain briefly. The curl on your lips turns more conspiratorial as you continue: “This means… you get a special birthday discount.”

Hyeongjun’s expression shifts, something between amusement and uncertainty.

“I didn’t know that was a thing here.”

It’s not. But for him it is.

“It is now,” you chirp, tilting your head flirtatiously. “You get half off any product you want, or… a special mystery bonus from me. Your choice.”

And though you play it off like nothing, the effect on Hyeongjun is immediate, causing his palms to grow warm against the counter surface. His eyes can’t decide whether to hold your bright gaze or rest on the sly curve of your mouth.

There’s a challenge in your stare… and he wants to accept it so bad. It feels like it’s meant for him.

“I… uhm—” He swallows, running his tongue along his lips. “I’ll go with the special… mystery bonus.”

Your smile widens, yet your eyes briefly flicker away… are you suddenly nervous? Like him?

“Good pick, birthday boy.” You slide the bag with his purchase.

“Hyeongjun,” he murmurs with the corners of his mouth still twitching.

You nod, the smile not leaving your face either. Then, leaning close enough that your words are for him alone, you whisper:

“Wait for me outside. I’ll meet you in twenty minutes.”

So he does.

The seconds stretch unbearably for him, but when you step out, he’s still there - leaning casually against the wall with hands in his pockets so he can look composed… because he’s not composed at all.

You tilt your head towards the narrow staircase that’s right beside the store entrance. One simple follow me slips from your mouth as a faint grin tugs at it.

With no hesitation, he follows you.

You reach a door at the top. After you unlock it, ushering him insde he finds out your apartment is small and modest with warm light and many art posters. Before he can take in more than just a glimpse of your space, though, you close the gap between you. Your hands grab onto his collar and like that - your lips are on his; firm and sweet.

Everything around him melts. Before he can even process the rush in your eyes or the eagerness of your mouth, he’s pressed against the mattress of your bed - pants left on the floor along with your own.

You kiss him again with just as much fire, biting on his bottom lip as you force your hips moving. Hyeongjun gasps at the thrill of your wet panties brushing against his hard cock, and you swallow the helpless sound with delight.

Insistently, your mouth deepens the moment further, and as a result his grip tightens on your lower waist, so harshly like it’s getting hard to breathe under your touch.

When you straighten to catch your breath, your eyes meet; there’s astonishment glinting in his gaze as it lingers upon your figure which is resting so naturally on top of him, as if you’ve done this before.

You take his hand, lifting it gently to your face. His tattoos have always intrigued you but this is the first time you get to admire them up close. They’re subtle, not too bold, not too many, just enough to catch your eye and highlight the rough elegance of his long, slender fingers.

“Your hands are so sexy,” you murmur, tracing the inside of his palm with your tongue. The soft, wet glide makes his lips part in surprise. You do it again, savouring the thrill that runs through him. “Your fingers too… I’d like to find out how they feel.”

You press an erotic smooch to his skin before dragging upwards, your tongue swirling lazily around one of his fingers before you draw it into your mouth.

Hyeongjun exhales a shaky laugh, but his eyes are darkening as his fingertip slides onto your wet tongue.

“I like yours too,” he whispers, feeling thin layer of saliva trickling down his hand. “And your lips…god—“

His breathing picks up from the various sensations - the gentle sucking of your lips, the grinding motions of your body that cause more oozing pre-cum… the pretty sight of you finding simple pleasure from his taste. They all clash inside him like warm waves, one after another.

You invite a second finger, hollowing cheeks to suck slowly. That pulls a small moan out of him; the erotic sound doubles the warmth inside your core.

Hyeongjun’s other hand reaches for your chest, slipping beneath your shirt to feel more of you. His grip is greedier than you expect, but immensely exciting. It has you mewling around his fingers before detaching sloppily.

Shifting to the side, you lower your mouth to his dick.

The moment Hyeongjun sees the change in your position, he knows exactly what his next move should be. His hand pulls your panties to the side and his fingers slide against your entrance.

There’s so much heat, so much slickness… it makes him bite down on his lip, struggling to contain the moan that’s threatening to escape.

As you finally envelop him with your mouth, his fingers continue teasing, dragging back and forth between your slippery folds.

Soon enough, he can’t hold back anymore - he moans lowly, his stomach tensing as you force yourself down to his base.

You stretch the moment by waiting a few seconds before returning to his tip, magnifying the sensation through soft sucking.

The sounds escaping you both multiply in no time, making the air around you hot and heavy with lust.

“Fuck—“ Hyeongjun breathes, voice getting rougher as you swirl your tongue around him. In return, he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them just right.

Immediately, you clench, your mouth falling open with a gasp. “Fuck— yes!”

Too overwhelmed, you can’t take him back into your mouth right away, but your hand tightens lightly around him, stroking him in deliberate tugs. In the meantime his fingers glide deeper, making your voice tremble as he massages your walls.

“Oh, God!” Your uneven breathing blends with the wet sounds of his hand as it matches the speed of your slick grip. “They feel so nice… I knew your fingers would feel amazing.”

Hyeongjun’s hips unintentionally buck up again, eyes shutting tight as he tries to chase your fist. “Please, fuck— keep going…”

For a moment it’s like his desperation spills over, shifting his actions from cautious to rougher and unrestrained. His fingers start pumping deeper and faster, finding that special spot inside you that makes your stomach tighten from pleasure.

And your body gives you away completely… showing just how badly you’ve been wanting him.

A whimper falls from your tongue as your hips roll toward his hand, and not a single minute after - your frame twitches from a dizzying climax.

Hyeongjun’s lips separate in awe as he watches you twitch from the sensation, savouring the way your pussy clenches around his fingers, hot and strong… the arousal coating his knuckles.

When he pulls out, the urge to taste you is unbearable. He rests his shiny fingertips on his tongue; at first, looking hesitant. But then, his mouth closes, his eyes locked on yours as you follow his actions.

“Go ahead,” you encourage him with a little smile. “See how I taste.”

The moment your arousal spreads across his flat tongue, Hyeongjun’s lashes flutter and a small humm of satisfaction escapes his chest. It’s everything he’s imagined, everything he’s craved… the sweetness, the salt, the warmth.

One he opens his eyes, he looks slightly stunned, but more than that - addicted.

He drags his fingers through his lips slowly, glancing at them as though this brief moment could’ve been a product of his imagination. Then, when he looks back up at you, he realises you’ve grabbed a condom.

You tear the wrapper with ease, then slide the rubber over his length with nice, practiced strokes until he’s properly covered. You don’t miss out on the way his chest rises harshly in anticipation.

“Want you to fill it up for me, birthday boy.” you chuckle teasingly as you straddle him, already guiding him to your entrance.

Then, you sink down - a single, slow motion that has your slick walls stretching to welcome him.

Hyeongjun’s hands grasp onto your hips as he lets out a strangled moan, his head pressing back against the pillow.

“Holy fuck—“ his voice is full of emotion and something close to disbelief. “You feel… you feel so… unreal—fuck!”

Settled fully onto his lap, you’ve began to freely roll your hips, enjoying every inch of him. The thrill has your core immediately heating up again - and his too; his grip on your sides grows harsher, almost bruising.

Meeting his dazed eyes, you lean forward, brushing your lips against his ear.

“Happy birthday.” You whisper, breathy and warm.

Then, you precisely snap your hips down, again and again, filling the room with ragged moans and the sounds of your bodies colliding with each bounce.

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! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed