louder.
pairing: roommate!artist!hyunjin x reader
smut.
warnings. rough sex.
word count: 1.4k
hwang hyunjin. you met through a mutual friend while struggling to pay your rent on your own. hyunjin had been looking for a place to stay as well, so he moved in.
you had been a bit skeptical of the idea of roommates at first. after so many horror stories of untidy roommates, ones who didn’t clean their dishes and trashed the house, or played loud music late at night. ones who would bring girls over to sleep with.
after some convincing, however, you let him stay. and surprisingly, you couldn’t find many flaws in him.
he always cleaned up after himself. always tucked away in his room, working on his paintings, never making any noise at all. he never bothered you besides the occasional movie night.
if anything, you wished that he would bother you a little bit more. you knew nearly nothing about him besides his artwork and the dance classes that he took every thursday.
you began to start more conversations with hyunjin. it started as little things, asking about how his day went, what art project he had been working on recently, the strange drink in the fridge.
as you spent more time trying to get to know him, the more you noticed about him. his soft smile, big lips, the small mole under his eye, his hands running through his hair while he talked about something he was passionate about.
all of it gave you butterflies, but you pushed your feelings down in embarrassment. you barely knew him— what if he had a girlfriend?
the thought bothered you. what if he had a girlfriend the whole time? is that why he didn’t talk to you often?
you needed to move on from the crush, quickly.
spending less and less time at home, you avoided hyunjin successfully, speaking to him less than you had at the start.
every time you saw him looking ethereal outside of his room, his hair tied up as he cooked and offered you food, you denied, left, and distracted yourself with another hookup.
one night you had gotten home early, pouting and plopping down on your shared living room couch. you were disappointed, getting walked in on with the guy by his girlfriend that you had no clue about.
too upset to look for another person, you came home and hoped that hyunjin wasn’t going to leave his room.
reaching for the remote, you turned on a shuffled movie.
about halfway through, your shoulders tensed as you heard a door creak open.
he’d ignore you. he needed to use the bathroom is all, right?
despite your mental chants for him to leave you alone, there was a tapping on your shoulder.
you turned around, teeth clenched as the pretty boy glowed from the colors of the screen.
“you’re here, finally. can i show you something?”
reluctantly, you nodded, turning off the tv and followed him into his room.
you gasped, not having seen it in months. it was now full of artwork. the one that stood out however, was a portrait of you on his desk.
he watched your eyes linger on it. “i made it for you. it’s almost your birthday.”
“i know everything about you, darling.” your breath hitched, hating the nickname. but you also loved it a little too much.
before you could process his words, he hit you with another bullet. “and you're so perfect."
you weren’t stupid, you knew that he was flirting with you. “don’t you have a girlfriend?”
embarrassment hit you almost immediately. perhaps you were too caught up in the worst of the situation.
“who told you that?” he questioned further, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the situation.
“i don’t have a girlfriend, i barely have any friends,” he tried to explain, “all i do is sit in this room and draw.”
the two of you shared a moment of silence, staring at the drawing as you processed the awkward situation.
“so i’ve been avoiding you for nothing?”
“i knew you were avoiding me!” “was it that obvious?“
your heart banged against your chest as he made eye contact with you.
the air in the room felt stuffy and hot. you both knew what was going to happen next, so you closed your eyes and waited for it to happen.
his hand met the side of your face and his lips gently touched yours.
after a few seconds, he pulled away just enough to speak against your lips, “is this okay?”
you pulled him in again after a nod, and he smiled against your lips. his hand ran through your hair, your bodies flushed together.
but you were still frustrated. from hyunjin not making a move sooner, for being wrong and stupid, from the failed hookup.
you didn’t want to exchange cute little kisses. you wanted to fuck him.
that’s exactly what you said as you pulled away once more. “just fuck me.”
you stared up at him with determination in your eyes as his gentle smile grew into a slight smirk. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted you to say that.”
“i’m on birth control. do anything you want to me. i can take it.”
his demeanor changed almost immediately. hyunjin threw you onto his bed, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, sucking and kissing every area down to your collarbones.
“please,” you whined, your hands starting to roam down his back.
"sweetheart, i have to mark you. how else is everyone gonna know you're mine?" he let out a low chuckle against your bruised neck and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together.
he pulled away to tug at the hem of your shirt. you lifted yourself up and he threw it above your head and onto the floor. he did the same with your bra, staring down at your chest with dark eyes.
"god, you have no idea how amazing you look, do you?"
you broke eye contact, feeling shy at the compliment.
to make you feel better about being exposed, he removed his own shirt, diving back in.
you moaned and tugged at his hair as he sucked and played with your breasts, taking a nipple lightly between his teeth.
he swirled his tongue around it and looked right at you, refusing to break eye contact.
they weren’t the same eyes that offered you lunch when he saw you. these eyes were heavy with lust and sin, looking at you hungrily as if he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life.
you throbbed at the sight, trying to pull him off of you, “i need you now hyunjin. please.”
he pulled away with a pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting him to your breast.
“say it again.” he hovered above you, waiting for you to beg for him.
“please hyunjin, i need you inside of me.” he didn’t wait a second longer before tearing your shorts and panties off as well as his boxers.
he sank in with little warning, groaning as he barely let you adjust. instead, hyunjin grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, roughly pounding into you already. "i want you to tell me you love me as i fuck you into this mattress."
your mouth fell open as you felt him increase his pace, “i love you, hyunjin.”
the mattress slammed against the wall from the force of his thrusts as you repeated the words until they were an incoherent stream of moans.
his fingers reached down to rub circles on your clit, making your eyes roll back with pleasure as you clawed at his back.
“good girl,” he grunted, “good fucking girl, doing so good for me, letting me fuck you senseless.”
you were a drooling mess, begging for him without knowing what you were begging for anymore.
“louder. i want you to scream my name. i want the neighbors to know how bad i’m ruining you.”
your nails dug harder into his back, “hyunjin! i’m gonna cum!”
your words gave him encouragement to speed up even more. the bed hitting the wall and squeaking combined with your screams— there couldn’t be a single neighbor who didn’t know what was going on.
you could tell that he was close too by the way he fell silent, chasing his release. you rolled your hips up, orgasm washing over you as you came around him.
he followed right after you, letting out strained curses as he filled you up. you both rode out your highs together, your breathing in sync with eachother and drunk with pleasure.
hyunjin waited until you both caught your breath before slowly pulling out.
“let’s get you cleaned up.”