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#hyungwon imagine
jooberry · 1 year
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title : middle of the night 
next part : part II
pairing :  hyungwon x female reader 
genre : smut, friends with benefits, idol!au
word count : 3,5k 
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It’s raining heavily outside. Raindrops crash against the windows in loud cracks, thunder reverberates menacingly, and trees sway and vibrate along with the wind. You were supposed to spend the night catching up on some work stuff, but your attention keeps coming back to the strings of lights cutting through the sky, on the violent rumbling shaking the city. You usually find comfort in the melody of rain knocking on glass, but tonight it makes you restless. Thunder reminds you of Hyungwon now – you’ve first met on a thunderous night like this one, and the memory of this makes you crave his presence every time. You reminisce about how he had told you that you were too old to be afraid of thunderstorms but had still stayed up with you all night. 
You’d lived through countless thunderstorms before meeting him, and you had a pretty solid routine to ease your mind on a night like this one; a good jazz record, noise-canceling headphones, your favorite cup of tea, and a cozy sweater had always seemed enough for you to get by until today. Today, you feel like something is missing. Hyungwon not being there to share his questionable music taste, to listen to you ramble on and on about your favorite books feels odd...almost sad. Him not being there to make you lose yourself in his touch feels so foreign. 
It dawns on you that you could text Hyungwon, ask him to come and hold you through the night – he was there, you knew that because he had posted about this coffee place he loved earlier today – but something, the distant murmur of a feeling that you have yet to identify is making you think twice about doing that. Hyungwon was the one to reach out every time, and it felt better that way; you liked the idea of him thinking about you, missing you, and having to bend to your schedule. Disturbing this fragile balance would be an admission of missing his presence and you don’t feel yet ready to let him know that – even though, there is no way he doesn’t know that you cherish those moments with him. 
Of course, Hyungwon knows. It’s so obvious. Everything from the way you’re always playing so hard to get, to the way you fold at the slightest of his touch screams that you’re enjoying those moments with him. There is no point in playing those games and putting up those facades when the truth always comes out when your bodies collide. You reach for your phone, but to your surprise, he has already beat you to the chase.  
HW, 01:37 
I know you’re afraid of thunderstorms   I’m coming to save you  
You can’t help a smile, the kind of those you always try so hard to hide in front of him – the distant murmur of unidentified emotions was progressively becoming louder in your mind recently. At first, there was nothing, just an unescapable attraction that you hadn’t tried to suppress, then it became a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach every time Hyungwon showed up at your door, and now it felt like a fire – a beautiful and comforting thing, but also something dangerous and impossible to control. You know better than to play with fire, yet here you are, expecting not to get burned.  
You, 01:41 
I’m waiting for you then 
You get up, taking the headphones off your ears. You were listening to one of Hyungwon’s songs anyway – one of those where you couldn’t help but ask yourself what it was all about. Was it only a fragment of his twisted imagination? You? Someone else? You had thought about asking him about it, but there was simply no way to ask him this question without bringing up a bigger issue that you want nothing to do with. It would either mean overexaggerating your importance in his life and thus exposing some sort of delusion he would have no choice but to squash and thus breaking something in you – or exposing yourself to the revelation that you were just one of many girls who had found your way into Hyungwon’s bed, and thus breaking something in you; and who could tell if what was broken today could be recovered later?  
Well, Hyungwon‘s songs were explicitly talking about love, and whatever was between you and him was not love, you knew that much. There was lust and desire, a whole lot of it, and possibly appreciation, some form of friendship, but love? That was ridiculous. As you set to fix your appearance before he arrives, you let your mind wander on a question that is making your heart beat a thousand times per second: what will you do if you’re not the only one? What could have led you to believe that you could have been the only one? You were obviously not the only one sensitive to Hyungwon‘s charm. If you were ready to compromise a job and shit ton of money over a night with him, what were others willing to sacrifice? The realization is terrifying, and by the time you’re done getting ready, all that you can feel is bewilderment. While you were originally wearing the sweater he had forgotten the last time Hyungwon was at your place, you ended up throwing it in the pile of dirty laundry.  
You only have time to get the kettle going before your doorbell rings twice. Sighing, you make your way to the door to open it, and without surprise, it’s him. All the upheaval you were feeling towards him disappears when you see how drenched he is, and how he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles at you in an oddly cute way. You watch him take off his beanie, before ruffling his equally sodden hair. Hyungwon‘s jacket is dripping water on the floor, but he casually takes it off before shoving it into your clothes dryer.  
“You didn’t have to come,” you say, as he bends down to take off his shoes. You can see his body shivering slightly from the cold, as he rubs his hands together to warm them.  
“I was nearby” Hyungwon replies, following you into the living room area. “I only got caught in the rain when I got off the car, don’t worry” he smiles again, checking something on his phone, before putting it away on the coffee table. You always ask that of him every time he comes, and it’s funny that he’s been here enough times already to have picked up this habit. 
“You were at the studio?” you ask, not able to shake off the fact that you want to know what Hyungwon‘s doing when he’s not working and he’s not with you.  
“Yes” he replies, running his hand through his hair “I spent the day trying to finish that one song, but nothing came. I ran out of ideas”Hyungwon crashes on the couch next to you, grabbing a cushion before closing his eyes. 
“Is that why you wanted to come?” you ask, scooting closer to him so you can play with his still-damp hair. He doesn’t reply, and for a moment, you think he has fallen asleep.  
“No. I just wanted to see you”Hyungwon says, relaxing into your touch. You hum at his response, and it hits you then: you will never have any insight into his day-to-day life. You’re bound to take his word for it and believe whatever he tells you. For all you know, he could have spent the day with another woman, and you’d be none the wiser. 
“Am I supposed to believe that?” you ask, massaging his shoulders. He chuckles, turning his head towards you. 
“Why not?”Hyungwon asks, massaging your thigh.
“We both know that’s a lie” you whisper, straddling his lap. You’ve made a mistake by introducing this topic, and the only way to get him to forget about it is to give him what he really came for. You pull on his hair to make him tilt his head back and kiss him. Hyungwon kisses back immediately, grabbing you by the waist to press your body tighter against his.  
You can feel the fire you were picturing in your mind earlier burn your skin, and your whole body ignites. It’s been countless days since the last time you’ve seen Hyungwon, and it’s not until he touched you again that you realize how much you had missed this. His cute and chill attitude was only a façade because in no time he has you on your knees and ordered you to suck him off. You’re happy to follow his orders, relieved that he chose to get rid of his frustration rather than entertain your silly little feelings. You make quick work of his jeans, which he kicks under the small stone table in front of your couch, and immediately back to your task. Your eyes meet as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, but it’s not enough – Hyungwon  grabs your hair and presses your head on his cock so deep you can feel him in your throat. You barely have time to adjust to his size and he starts rocking his hips against your mouth, you can barely breathe and your eyes feel with tears. 
He lets you go as you moan, and he falls back groaning against the couch. You go back for him, and this time he doesn’t have to do anything; you’re chasing the feeling so hard he hits the back of your throat every time. Hyungwon grips your hair a little softer this time and orders you to look at him. Once again, you follow his order, looking at him through teary eyes full of adoration, while he completely devours you with his gaze. His desire is so deep, so dark, that you can’t help but fear for what he’s going to do to you this time – he always manages to do the craziest things to you, to bring you places you didn’t even know your body could go. But tonight, Hyungwon has no time to play. He’s annoyed and frustrated, and your body is the perfect outlet to vent all those emotions. He gets up and throws you where he used to sit on the couch, then drags your shorts along with your underwear down to your ankles. He doesn’t even bother taking them off your body and plunges right into you. You gasp at the intrusion, your vision blurred by the sudden rush of pleasure; the grip Hyungwon has on your neck is painful and breathing is a little hard but coupled with the way he’s already fucking you so hard, it feels so good.  
You’re lost in his eyes, as your mind gets cloudier and cloudier, and the pleasure gets too much, too soon, and that apart from your hand over his, from your nails against his chest, there’s nothing you can do. Hyungwon starts asking you how good he feels, how deep you can feel him, how much of a good girl you are – and it drives him absolutely insane when you do this, when you try to speak but can only form high-pitched moans and incoherent cries. It drives him insane how deep your voice gets the harder he goes; he lives for this. Hyungwon feels you clenching around him, and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, fast-charging the orgasm that was building up in the pit of your stomach for a while. It only takes a few minutes for you to gush all over the couch and on his face with a loud scream; body shaking uncontrollably off the couch – he’s pushed out of you but immediately comes back to pin you down and starts eating you out. 
You’re way too sensitive for this, but Hyungwon doesn’t care, his strength is enough to lock you in place as he gives your body way more than it can handle.   Your head is buzzing, and you can’t focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. The pleasure is consuming and overwhelming, and yet you keep craving more, you make sure that his head is pressed against your core as hard as possible, which prompts him to insert two of his fingers inside of you and to start pumping. It’s enough to push you over the edge once more. This time you’re gushing so hard you can feel some of it spill on your face, and even with his two strong hands pinning you down, you’re shaking off the couch. When you look down at Hyungwon, the lower half of his face is covered in your juices, as well as the tip of his hair.  
“Please” you start begging, but you barely manage to open your mouth that he’s back between your legs, devouring you so hard you’re fighting for your life to push him off you. You’re screaming and pushing back against him so hard, but Hyungwon remains unmovable, and with the fatal dance of his tongue and fingers, you’re overwhelmed by pleasure yet again. He manages to grab your legs before they give up on you and put them on his shoulders, you’re begging again – voice weak and tears filling your eyes, but he whispers a quick “shh” and slowly slides inside of you. 
The moan that escapes from his lips is so beautiful, so deep, you can’t help but bite into your hand to muffle your screams. You want to hear him, only him. His pace is fast and punishing, but you want to hear and see him, no matter how hard it is. Hyungwon bends down and kisses you for the first time tonight and you can taste all of yourself on his tongue, on every part of his mouth, and just the thought of it drives you absolutely insane. You push a strand of black hair away from his face, as your gaze is lost in his; half-lidded eyes too afraid to look away, to lose the beauty of his face when he looks at you like this – like he absolutely hates every single thing about you, like he wants to destroy you. You want to be destroyed, though, so you grab one of his hands and place it around your neck.  
“Faster” you beg, which makes him smile wickedly. Hyungwon closes his hand around your throat and picks up his pace. Your mouth forms a perfect o, and keeping your eyes open becomes impossible. You can feel him so deep it feels like he’s all up in your guts; you can’t suppress your moans anymore, and neither do you want to. He must know how good he makes you feel. “Faster” you repeat, even though you already can’t handle his current pace.  
“You’re such a fucking slut” Hyungwon spits with a wicked grin, pressing his palm harder against your windpipe. “Begging for more of my cock when you can’t even handle this much” you put your hand over his, mirroring the smile on his face. Hyungwon keeps going, pressing his forehead against yours.  
He’s caught off guard when you close your other hand around his throat, before ordering through batted breaths “I said faster.”Hyungwon chuckles, pushing your legs further onto the leather, he reaches deeper inside of you and starts fucking you even harder than before. You scream, so hard it resonates through the entire living room, and probably through the entire apartment as well. Had the floor not been yours, neighbors would have probably been knocking on your door and calling the cops by now, trying to save you from whoever was trying to hurt you. They wouldn’t know this was exactly what you wanted, being brought to this place where pleasure and pain met to form one overwhelming sensation – something you couldn’t help but crave each time you were laying with him. Your breath was stuck in your throat, and your body was right on edge, ready to fall headfirst into the most crushing orgasm since that last time in his studio. Just then, Hyungwon reaches down and starts rubbing on your clit, giving you just what you needed to sink for good. 
This time there’s a deafening silence, during which your body is limp, unable to move except for your nails digging hard into his hand and his neck. You feel out of time and space, unable to think or to stand on your own. Hyungwon picks you up and makes his way to your bedroom, where he drops you on the bed before sinking two of his fingers back inside of you. You moan at the burning sensation, before gushing all over the sheets only after a few thrusts. He plunges right back, and resumes his fast, deep, punishing pace from before; you’re nothing more than a ragdoll at this point, submitted to the extreme violence of his desire without being able to push back against it – not that you wanted to. You couldn’t look at anything other than him, and how he was so focused on making you cum over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore; until all that was left was pain. 
When you start to shake uncontrollably again, Hyungwon flips you on your back and dives right back, fucking so deep and hard that your body is sinking into the mattress – he has to push you against the headboard because you keep running from him. It’s overwhelming, him inside of you, his groans mixing with your screams, his hands slapping your cheeks, his heart beating against your skin; too much at the same time. You have no idea of how long you were doing this at this point, but you just wanted to take what he was giving you. Hyungwon grips your hair, forcing your head back against his chest, before grabbing your neck with his other hand. By the way he was breathing, you could tell that his end was close and that he was giving you everything he had left. Your arms gave up on you though, and you fall back on the sheets, but instead of picking you up, he lays on top of you.  
Hyungwon nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin before stopping after a few more thrusts. You feel him coming and grab his hand, as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. The moan he lets out is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard from him, it sent shivers down your spine, and you moan as he slowly fills you up. You try to turn over to lay on your back, but Hyungwon pushes your arm and starts kissing your neck and your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while – you couldn’t tell how long, but you were slowly drifting in and out of sleep when he finally got up. You finally turned over just as he’s back in the bedroom, holding a glass of water and towel in each hand. He puts the glass on your bedside table before kneeling before you on the bed. It’s the first time Hyungwon is cleaning you up, and it feels oddly intimate yet incredibly awkward; you grab the glass when he exits the room again, hugging your knees against your chest.  
To be fair, Hyungwon has never come inside of you like that before – even though the contraception topic had been dealt with early on in your relationship. But what really bothers you is why you grabbed his hand earlier? It had felt so wholesome, so warm that you could almost think that it was lovemaking and not fucking. He startles you out of your thoughts when he comes back and slips under the sheets next to you.  
“You okay?” Hyungwon asks, bringing you against his chest. His heart was still beating relatively fast, but so is yours so you don’t think too much of it. You hum in response, awkwardly holding your empty glass as if you were afraid of moving. You stay like that for a while, listening in on each other’s breathing without a move. You thought you could just fall asleep like this and rest until he had to go in the early morning, but his voice broke the silence.  
“I was being serious, you know. I really wanted to see you tonight” Hyungwon starts, putting his head on yours. “The thunderstorm reminded me of you” 
“Forget about that, I was just joking around” you sigh, running the tip of your nails along his skin. “You don’t have to justify yourself” Hyungwon furrows his brows, puzzled at your reaction, but he lets you talk nonetheless. “This was never meant to be more than just sex, so let it be just that...let’s not complicate things”  
Hyungwon purses his lips and pretends to ignore the complex mix of emotions clouding his mind at your words and plays along. You look up at him, and he fakes a faint smile; when you nuzzle your head back in his chest, he starts playing with your hair, nursing you to sleep. When your breathing finally slows down, he sneaks out of your bed and puts on his clothes before disappearing without a word.  
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blu-joons · 1 year
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When Your Niece/Nephew Calls Him Uncle ~ Monsta X Reaction
Shownu:
A small hand tapping against his leg made Hyunwoo turn around, glancing down to see your nephew staring back up at him. “Are you alright buddy?” Hyunwoo asked, kneeling down to be at your nephew’s height.
Your nephew hummed as he extended his arm out to him, “Uncle Hyunwoo, can you open my sweet packet for me please?”
“Of course,” Hyunwoo told him, taking the sweet packet and tearing it open before handing it back to your nephew and watching him run away. As Hyunwoo stood back he was surprised to see you smiling back at him.
“Uncle Hyunwoo,” you sniggered, “that’s a new title for you.”
It took a moment for Hyunwoo to realise as he let go of a sigh, “it didn’t even register with me that he called me Uncle Hyunwoo, it just felt natural to say.”
“That’s a good thing,” you assured him, resting your hand against Hyunwoo’s arm. “I wonder if he’s going to keep calling you that now?”
“Maybe the sweets were a test,” Hyunwoo jokingly suggested, “to see how I’d respond.”
“Knowing Y/N/N, it wouldn’t surprise me.”
Minhyuk:
A loud laugh came from Minhyuk as your niece screamed to go higher whilst he pushed her on the swing. “Uncle Minhyuk, let me go higher!” She yelled out, only to realise Minhyuk was no longer behind her.
You were stood just to the side, looking anxiously between the two of them. “What did you just call me?” Minhyuk asked her.
“Uncle Minhyuk,” she whispered, feeling the swing slow down without Minhyuk helping it to move. “Did I do something wrong?” She then asked, worried by the look of surprise that was etched on Minhyuk’s face.
“No,” he quickly assured her, “you just shocked me, that’s all.”
Your niece’s smile turned up once again after Minhyuk smiled across at her. “You’re my favourite uncle because you make me laugh so much.”
“I’m already your favourite uncle?” Minhyuk asked her in surprise, “that was the easiest job that I’ve ever had in my life Y/N/N.”
“Is he better than me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “or is Auntie Y/N your favourite?”
“No way, Uncle Minhyuk is way better.”
Kihyun:
You just managed to catch your nephew as he ran over to you to show you one of the drawings that he had done. “Is it a family portrait?” You questioned, struggling to make out what everything was on the paper.
Your nephew nodded as Kihyun took a look too, “it’s me and you, and Uncle Kihyun too when we went to the cinema last week.”
“I see,” you murmured, nervous to look at Kihyun beside you after your nephew’s sudden admission. “Since when has Kihyun been your Uncle Kihyun?” You asked as Kihyun remained quiet right beside you.
“Since now,” he excitedly chuckled, “he’s our family, isn’t he?”
You looked to Kihyun as he finally cleared his throat. “Of course I’m your family Y/N/N, I can be your Uncle Kihyun if that’s really what you want me to be.”
“Yeah,” your nephew cheered, beginning to talk you both through his drawing, unaware of your eyes meeting behind him talking together.
“Are you alright with being uncle?” You whispered, not wanting Kihyun to feel forced at all.
“I’m over the moon to be his uncle.”
Hyungwon:
There was a look of surprise on Hyungwon’s face as soon as your niece spoke to him, unsure if he’d misheard. “What did you just say?” Hyungwon asked your niece, wanting to check what he’d heard for definite.
Your niece ran back up to Hyungwon after beginning to walk away. “I told you to come and play Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated.
“Uncle Hyungwon?” He quizzed, looking between your niece and then back across to you. “Don’t you mean Hyungwon?” He added, running his hand through his hair as he struggled to know what to say to her.
“Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated again, “are you deaf or something?”
You struggled to hold back your laughter as your niece jokingly snapped across at Hyungwon. “She’s got a point, she’s said it plenty of times for you to hear.”
“I’m just surprised,” Hyungwon told you both, “am I going to have to get used to being Uncle Hyungwon from now on?”
“Yeah,” your niece excitedly told him, “you’re too nice to just be Hyungwon to me now.”
“Well, it’s an honour to be uncle.”
Jooheon:
A puzzled expression formed on your nephew’s face as he read through the birthday card that you had written for him. “Why does it just say from Auntie Y/N and Jooheon?” He enquired, “not Uncle Jooheon?”
Jooheon knelt down beside him as he read through the card once again, “that’s because that’s who I am, Jooheon, aren’t I?”
“Why not Uncle Jooheon though?” Your nephew then challenged, leaving Jooheon speechless. “If you’re going out with my auntie then doesn’t that make you my uncle? I can’t just call you Jooheon, can I?”
“You want me to be your uncle?” Jooheon asked, “are you sure?”
Your nephew nodded in reply as Jooheon looked to you for a little bit of help. “I think it makes perfect sense, I should’ve written Uncle Jooheon on your card.”
“It’s all Auntie Y/N’s fault, don’t you think Y/N/N?” Jooheon added, unable to stop himself from berating you alongside your nephew.
“You two are a terrible team,” you scolded, “the worst uncle and nephew in the whole world.”
“We’re the best team in the world!”
I.M:
He hovered behind you as the two of you entered your family home, greeted by noise straight away. “Y/N/N,” you called out to your niece as you watched her running around, deciding to quickly catch her attention.
Straight away she ran over to you both, leaping into Changkyun’s arms. “Auntie Y/N! Hi Uncle Changkyun!” She yelled out.
“Uncle?” Changkyun asked her in surprise, staring at her with a smile on his face as she innocently looked back across to him. “Am I uncle Changkyun now all of a sudden?” He then quizzed to make sure he heard.
“Yeah, you’re uncle,” she explained, “just like Auntie Y/N is auntie.”
Changkyun’s nervous eyes looked to you as your head nodded back at him. “Do you want to be Uncle Changkyun?” You asked him, worried that he was panicked.
“Of course,” he quickly responded, hearing the giggles of your niece right beside him, “I would absolutely love to be your uncle Y/N/N.”
“Uncle Changkyun,” she repeated, “don’t you think that that sounds super cool Auntie Y/N?”
“I think that it sounds the coolest.”
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seungkwansphd · 2 years
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good news, bad news
pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 5.4K summary: everyone else is dead wrong about you and hyungwon. it’s definitely just sex because there’s no feelings involved whatsoever and you’re going to prove it, especially to yourself. genre/themes: smut with some angsty(?) feelings, reader is a hyperindependent jerk, slight dom!Hyungwon, slight brat!reader, enemies2lovers, fwb2lovers, college au, frat au, 18+ adults only plz.
a/n: moving this over from parttimestan. follow up to ‘bad news, good news’ but it can def be read alone
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“Hyung-Hyungwon!” you cried as he sucked hard on your clit. You instinctively tried to push him away, but he kept his arms firmly hooked around your thighs and continued his onslaught until your eyes were watering. “No-, I can’t, please!” you gasped, legs shaking before you gushed against his chin. Hyungwon pulled back, lips glistening, and arched an eyebrow at you.
“Did I say you could cum?” he asked sternly.
“No, but you-” you started to speak.
“But I? Not only are you talking back, but you also want to blame your lack of restraint on me?” he cut you off, brow furrowing.
“Sorry,” you pouted, glancing away nervously.
    Hyungwon’s grip on your thighs tightens and he smirks before announcing that you’ll try again. Your heart simultaneously rises and sinks. On the one hand, you love having Hyungwon’s lips on you, but on the other hand you really don’t know how much more of this your poor clit can take.
“You’re a menace,” you grumble as he dives back in. Your thighs immediately close around his ears and the struggle ensues again.
“This is ridiculous,” you complained a while later. You had tried to get up, but your legs still seemed to be made of jelly.
“Sorry I’m so good at eating you out,” Hyungwon apologizes sarcastically. You roll your eyes. It’s been a few weeks of hooking up and his cockiness doesn’t seem to be wearing off even a little.
“I can’t fucking stand you!” you exclaim. It’s a lie of course.
“Likewise,” he raises his eyebrows at you.
    You narrow your eyes at him, but he has zoned out and is staring at the ceiling. Looking at the time, you have roughly half an hour before you need to leave, so you rest your head against his shoulder and hope that your legs decide to work again soon.
‘why are you ignoring me?’
‘i’m not?’ you scowled at the text that you’d just received from Hyungwon. You could feel him staring at you from across the library.
‘come sit with me’
‘why? we’re not friends’
‘that’s weird. the way you were begging for my ‘fat cock’ the other night seemed pretty friendly to me 🤡’
    You groaned and put your phone aside on the desk and tried to focus your attention on your textbook. Unfortunately the information about child development went in through your eyes and right back out your ears because his text had you thinking back to a few nights ago when he had truly blown out your back. You glanced furtively around, as if worried that the other students could hear your dirty thoughts until your phone pinged again.
‘meet me in the archeology section’ and you were prepared to ignore it, but it was quickly followed by a second line, ‘i’m not asking.’
    Swallowing, you stood from your seat, leaving your things, and went to look for the archeology section. Muttering to yourself, you muddled your way through geology and eventually found it. Swiveling your head around, you saw nothing but shelves full of books. You checked your phone for another text and found nothing, which made your temper rise again.
“Wasting my time,” you scoffed under your breath, moving to return to your table. Two steps in, a long arm grabbed you and pressed you against a wall. You found yourself looking at a perturbed looking Hyungwon.
    You cock your head at him, pouting until he presses his lips against yours hungrily. Confused but aroused, you pull him closer and your eyes widen when you feel him pressed against your hip. The edges of your hazy mind remind you where you are, which gives you pause.
“Wait, what are you doing?” you push him away slightly, glancing around the stacks cautiously.
“I want you,” he says simply, voice coated with desire.
“Here?”
“Yes,” he nods, thigh wedging between your legs and nudging gently at your core. You clench at the contact and falter against him slightly. “Good girl,” he presses a kiss to your forehead as he coaxes your hips. Your brow is screwed up in concentration as you grind against his muscular thigh.
“Hyungwon-ah!” you let out a garbled moan as your clit rakes across the thick denim of his jeans. Beads of sweat are collecting on your nose as you inch towards orgasm.
“You gonna cum right here? Anyone could walk by and see you,” he teases, fingers still digging into your hips firmly. You mean to flip him off, but your orgasm arrives at the same moment and your body stiffens slightly as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your sounds.
“Where-, I need,” you start a few sentences at once as you fumble with his fly. Hyungwon pulls you into a vacant study room before helping you with the task at hand. His erection springs from its confines and you lick your lips at the sight of the angry red tip.
    Hyungwon purrs contentedly as you drop to your knees and kiss gently up his thighs. You look up at him with doe eyes as you take his heavy girth into your mouth. You moan loudly at the weight of it on your tongue and your insatiable desire rises again. You set on an enthusiastic pace, lips stroking his veiny length as your fingertips toy lightly with his balls. Hyungwon sighs deeply as you swallow him to the hilt, throat milking his length.
“God you look good with your mouth full,” he laughs, but his hips jerk, belying the very tenuous grip he has on himself. You giggle with delight before pulling up to catch your breath.
“Good thing you’re so reasonably sized,” you joke, laughing harder than you should at Hyungwon’s shocked expression.
“Hn,” he grumbles, pulling you off your knees and pressing your back against the door. You fumble slightly with your leggings, but eventually his cock is pressed against your entrance. Even just the weight and heat of him pressed against your soaking lips is enough to get you writhing desperately.
“Please,” you beg, moving your hips anxiously.
“Want me?” he taunts, loving when you beg for him.
“Please,” you whimper, “Hyungwon, please!”
“Please what?”
“Please…I need you to stretch me out with that fat, thick cock, please!” you beg, sounding truly desperate. His face cracks into a grin and he grants your request, shifting his hips to drive up into you at a slow pace. You can feel yourself giving way to his intrusion and when he bottoms out, you let out a sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
“God, like that pussy was made for me,” he murmurs happily.
    You relish in the fullness for a moment or two before squeezing around him impatiently. Hyungwon chuckles and complies, pumping into you deeply. You pant shallowly, looking into his eyes as your hands thread through the long hair at his nape.
“You feel so good,” you sigh, smiling dreamily at him as he continues to fuck you deeply. Hyungwon smiles at you and it’s not cocky or teasing like usual. He nods and wordlessly continues to push you towards the edge.
“I’m- I’m close,” he warns you through clenched teeth. You squeeze around him and nod breathlessly. “Where?” he asks, fingertips pressing almost painfully into your hips.
“Cum in me,” you gasp as your walls start to spasm around him. He curses as you milk him and he releases deep inside of you.
“That’s really fucking addicting,” he mumbles a few moments later, lifting his head to look at you again. You beam at the praise, but the heartfeltness of his words and gaze makes your chest feel tight.
“I have to study now, so leave me alone!” you scrunch your nose at him, shrugging off the post-orgasmic bliss. Hurriedly, you pull your leggings back on and slip out the door, leaving Hyungwon inside wondering if you’d ever let this move beyond ‘just fucking’.
“Are you ever going to tell me about Hyungwon?” Naeun asks casually after a brief lull.
“What?” you ask, inhaling some coffee, resulting in a brief coughing fit.
  Naeun fixes you with a stare that tells you she knows about your dalliance and that skirting around the issue is not going to work. You purse your lips and sigh.
“What is there to tell? We’re just hooking up,” you shrug.
“Kihyun said you guys spend a lot of time together,” she raises an eyebrow at you.
“We literally do not!” you groan exasperatedly, “It’s dick appointments and that’s it!”
“Okay,” she says in a way that indicates she doesn’t believe you at all. “You two just have good chemistry I guess. Everyone at Mu Chi thinks you’re dating,” she shrugs.
    Your eyes narrow at the comment, but the conversation returns to plans for the weekend. You and Naeun had decided to take the bus into the city for the weekend and found yourself with too many activities and not enough time. Today's lunch was meant to be spent paring down the list to a manageable itinerary.
“I wish Kihyun could come,” Naeun sighed suddenly, “I didn’t invite him or anything!” she adds on hurriedly at your sharp glance. “I just think it would be so romantic to do a city trip with him,” she says dreamily.
“You really like him, huh?” you remark, satisfied with the final list of destinations.
“He’s kind of great,” Naeun smiles happily at you.
“Let’s do something together after our trip,” you suggest.
“Really?” her face lights up and it makes the idea of third wheeling a little less abhorrent.
“Yeah,” you shrug, even though you’re truly very happy to see her happy, “We’ll see if he passes the best friend sniff test,” you laugh.
    Hyungwon squinted at Kihyun, who had been sitting across the room grinning at his phone for nearly twenty minutes. You were out of town this weekend with Naeun, so this was the longest that Hyungwon had gone without seeing you in roughly a month.
“Who’s got you smiling like that, bro?” Changkyun teases as he walks down the stairs even though everyone already knows the answer.
“Naeun keeps sending me these cute snaps of her trip,” Kihyun smiles widely, “They look like they’re having a great time,” he turns his phone to show them a picture of Naeun and you posed cutely in an aquarium.
    Hyungwon swallows, a surge of jealousy suddenly washing over him. He hadn’t received any such cute snaps from you.
“Hyungwon, Naeun said that YN suggested a hangout after they get back. I assume you’ll want to come?” Kihyun asks.
“Why would I want to tag along for that?” Hyungwon answers huffily.
“I mean she’s your girl, isn’t she?” Changkyun asks innocently.
“No, she’s not! We’re just hooking up,” Hyungwon answers adamantly.
“Ah, my bad,” Changkyun puts his hands up, “You guys just seem good together, my mistake.”
    Kihyun rolls his eyes, having already discussed this topic with Naeun. The mutual denial was tiring. After Hyungwon retreated to his room, Kihyun quickly caught Changkyun up so he could avoid an otherwise inevitable chewing out.
    Back in his room, Hyungwon checks your Instagram stories and sees photos similar to the one Kihyun had shown. You and Naeun had quite a packed itinerary and had already been to the aquarium, art museum, and lunch. Now it seemed that you were getting ready for a night out and Hyungwon found his interest…severely piqued. You had posted a series of outfit choices with polls for your friends to vote on. He found himself watching and rewatching them and all he could think of was how he would peel each of them off of you.
‘if you were here, i’d vote this one. it’d be easiest to take off 😈’ he messaged you regarding the sheath dress with a zipper up the center.
‘this one though 😵‍’ he sent after staring at you in a deep green slip dress. The straps draped seductively across your collarbones and the fabric skimmed playfully over your hips.
“God damn it!” Hyungwon groaned after realizing what he’d done. Throwing his phone onto his bed, he reconsidered all of the life decisions that had gotten him here.
“Your phone buzzed,” Naeun informed you as you stepped out of the bathroom.
“Ah thanks,” you smiled, brushing the black sheath dress that you had finally decided on. You grabbed your phone and noticed that you had a few DMs. You grinned at the messages from Hyungwon. While you hadn’t not been hoping that he’d see your stories, you also hadn’t expected him to say anything about it. Rolling your eyes, you walked back into the bathroom.
“Are you changing again?” Naeun asked, irritated at the number of outfit swaps you’d made already.
“Last time, I promise,” you grin before shutting the door behind you. Happily, you pulled the green dress back on, mentally commending Hyungwon for his taste. This dress was a little more elegant than the other dresses that were more suited for clubbing, but it complimented your shape the most. Checking your appearance, you decided that the jewelry didn’t need changing and stepped out of the bathroom.
“Ooh! You are going with that one!” Naeun clapped her hands together excitedly.
“Yeah,” you smiled, regarding yourself in the full length mirror contentedly.
“This one is definitely the prettiest,” Naeun nodded with approval, “Now I really wish Kihyun was here, cause I’m not going to be able to keep the boys off you by myself!”
“You should’ve just brought him at this rate!” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. Everything seemed to remind Naeun of Kihyun and she had been tied up with her phone pretty much the entire trip. While a little annoying, you knew you’d likely been the same when you’d started dating Johnny.
“Next time,” she giggled happily, “Now let’s post a fit check and let’s go!” she demanded, pulling you close for a selfie. You laughed, shifting to a flattering angle so she could get her picture. Once in the Uber, you reposted her story with the caption ‘and the winner is…’.
    Hyungwon scoffed as he flipped through your stories for the umpteenth time. You’d left him on read, but you had picked the green dress that he had liked. His fingers itched to grab you and feel the satiny material over your plush skin. His mind flipped back to your encounter in the library and he couldn’t keep himself from sending you a snap of his long fingers cradling his semi-erection through the fabric of his sweats.
    Your jaw dropped. You’d taken the opportunity to check your phone in the relative quiet of the bathroom and the image of Hyungwon’s dickprint had you on the floor in shock. You briefly contemplated screenshotting it, but were luckily still sober enough to consider the long term consequences of that. You were not, however, sober enough to refrain from sending him a few lewd snaps of your own.
“My head fucking hurts,” Naeun groans into her pillow the next morning.
“Please shut up,” you beg, pressing your own pillow harder against your face, trying to drown out both light and sound.
“Do you remember much of last night?” she asked, ignoring your very clear request.
“Honestly, not after the third club that we went to,” you shook your head.
“Same,” she laughed tiredly, moving to check her phone. “Oh my god, I sent Kihyun so many snaps last night. I don’t-, I hope I look decent in them.”
“Oh my god,” you sat up suddenly, “Oh fuck, oh no!” you muttered, reaching panickedly through the covers until you found your own phone. Fuzzy memories of images you’d sent to Hyungwon flooded back to your mind and you looked at his last reply to you, reading ‘you’re cute. sleep well 😘’
“What?” Naeun looked on curiously.
“I think I was sexting Hyungwon last night,” you looked at her, aghast. “Fuck, but I sent them all through Snapchat and I can’t remember what I said!”
“You fucking like him,” Naeun teased you with a shit eating grin. “No, you love that dude!”
“I do not! I’m just horny!” you tried to defend yourself, but it sounded flimsy even to you. “Please, I’m not going back. I live here now, I’m a city girl now.” you flopped down on the bed in defeat. Naeun chuckled as she pulled you into a big hug, choosing to delay the return to reality for just a bit longer.
“Oh my god!” you heard Naeun squeal as she opened the door to the apartment. You cocked your head with curiosity, but were mostly struggling to get your luggage up the stairs.
“Surprise!” you heard a deeper voice reply and upon entering the room, realized that Kihyun had taken it upon himself to surprise Naeun with a variety of decorations. “I missed you!”
    You were simultaneously impressed and disgusted by the romantic display and took the cue to hurry into your room and make yourself scarce. You were not prepared to see Hyungwon sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone.
“The hell are you doing here?” you asked, rolling your luggage into a corner.
“He needed help,” he replied nonchalantly, not even glancing up from his phone.
“And when you were done helping you decided to…” you prompted.
“Wait for you,” he answered simply, placing his phone down and patting the bed next to him.
“Why?” you asked, suspicious.
“Missed you,” he rolled his eyes at you
“Missed me? We’re not-, we’re not dating. What’s there to miss?” you scrunched your face up at him.
“You’re sticking with that? Even after yesterday?” Hyungwon lifted an eyebrow at you, almost impressed at your stubbornness.
“I don’t remember much of yesterday,” you admit, flushing red with embarrassment, “And I wasn’t in my right mind anyways!” you insist.
“You don’t think you meant any of it?”
“I doubt it, since it seems to have given you very much the wrong impression,” you puffed your cheeks out, frustrated that you still couldn’t remember your exchange.
“Ah, I see,” he nodded, smile faltering as he stood up, “Well, I should go then.”
    As you watched him leave, an overwhelming sinking feeling came over you. Your conscious mind didn’t know why, but you really felt as if you had wronged him somehow. Sighing, you shut yourself in your room for the rest of the day.
    The following days felt like they dragged on and you couldn’t tell whether it was post-trip blues or something else. The days melted together and while you attended classes, you couldn’t remember much of anything. Every so often, you saw something that either reminded you of or you wanted to tell Hyungwon about. Your fingers itched to send him messages, but true to form you did not cave.
    When the weekend rolled around, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed all weekend and watch sad movies. You were in the middle of Pan’s Labyrinth when a text message from Hyungwon’s number popped up on your phone.
‘YN, this is naeun! i’m so sorry about this, but i left my phone at home. could you bring it to MX for me plzplzplz? i’ll meet you outside so you don’t have to see hyungwon’
‘sure, where is it?’
    After some slightly confusing directions, you located the device and started the walk to the frat house. You noted that it was a pretty comfortable night, weather-wise, and tried to keep your mind from wandering to the walks you’d made to and with Hyungwon this way. Your eyes darted around nervously as you drew closer to the frat house as if he might pop out of a bush at any moment.
“Ah! YN, thank you so much!” Naeun called when she spotted you. “I’m so so so so sorry about this! I know this is the last place you want to be.”
“It’s fine,” you smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Are you coming home tonight?”
“Probably not,” she smiled, “Which is why I asked you to bring it. You’ll be okay by yourself?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, making the mistake of glancing at the window and catching sight of Hyungwon’s profile facing a girl you didn’t know. Just as you returned your gaze to Naeun, he noticed you through the glass pane. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured her. She pulled you in for a hug before hopping back up the stairs. You waved at her then caught sight of Hyungwon and waved sadly at him before turning to head home.
“You could get killed, you know,” a voice announced from behind you roughly halfway through your walk.
“What?” you asked, stopping briefly without turning to face him.
“I’ve been following you for like ten minutes, did you not hear me? I could’ve been a murderer,” Hyungwon griped as he caught up to you.
“Why are you following me anyways?”
“I saw you with Naeun. You didn’t even roll your eyes at me or anything,” he chuckled, the smallest of smirks played across his lips.
“You looked busy,” you sniffed, trying to sound casual, but even you knew that you just sounded plain jealous.
“You know you’re cute when you’re jealous?”
“I’m no-, leave me alone,” you protested, shielding your face from his eyes. You were incredibly relieved when you arrived at your building, eager to get away from Hyungwon, who was making you unbelievably nervous. “Okay, I’m here and not murdered, so bye!” you practically squeaked before making a break for the steps.
“This is really annoying, you know,” Hyungwon spoke before you could quite get through the door.
“What?” you poked your head back out, squinting at him.
“I walked all this way so you should at least invite me up,” he smirked, eyes spelling mischief.
“Why would I-,” he ignores you and takes the steps towards you in twos before grabbing your hand and leading the way to your door. He holds his large hand out, asking for your keys, and leads you the rest of the way to your bed.
“Why are you so obsessed with me,” you chuckle as he pulls you down on top of him, fingers biting into your hips.
“I wish I knew,” he rolls his eyes, hand gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.
    You groan into him and your body reacts to his touch. Your hands splay across his broad chest and your hips shift so that you’re straddled flush across his lap. Hyungwon chuckles, noticing the way you rock gently, searching for friction.
“I’m not sure you get to enjoy tonight sweetheart, you’ve been quite bad,” he whispers in your ear. You pull back, eyes wide, and see his expression pulled into a cruel smirk. Your nervous gulp is audible as Hyungwon’s darkened gaze bores into you.
“Why?” you ask and you already know it won’t be well received.
“Why don’t you tell me why? Or does my baby not remember that either?”
“I-, um,” you hem and haw nervously.
“I don’t want to have to ask again,” he taps his fingers impatiently at your hip.
“I-I ignored you when I was at the house today. And I was rude to you at the library.”
“I had actually forgotten about the library,” Hyungwon chuckled, patting your cheek softly, “But I think you forgot the most important one,” he prompted.
“I-,” you floundered for a moment, “That I can’t remember last weekend?”
“Smart girl,” he praised you, “So it took far too long for me to see you again.”
    You nodded in agreement, happy to at least receive some praise. His hands guided your hips against him again, this time your clit dragged along his engorged length and your hands fisted in his flannel shirt.
“I need you, I want you inside of me,” you implored, “…please.”
“Oh?” Hyungwon asked casually even though his cock was screaming for the same. “Why?”
“Why?” you turned doe eyes on him, “I like, I like feeling you inside of me. You're so thick, I love the way it feels when I sink down on you. I always worry I can’t take it all, but it always fits,” you blushed furiously, unable to meet his eyes. It’s not like you hadn’t said dirtier things to him before, but explaining this to him felt supremely embarrassing.
“Ok,” he nods, “Go ahead,” he gestures for you to undress. You do so with embarrassing quickness. When you look back up, he has unsheathed himself and is waiting for you. You climb back up and line yourself up to his tip. You sink down on him, slowly, feeling yourself give way to his girth and your toes curl until your lips are pressed against the denim of his jeans. You mean to pull back up, but Hyungwon’s hands have you locked in place, stuffed full of his cock.
“Just stay here for me,” he commands, “Split wide open for me like a good girl.”
“Okay?” you whimper. Half of your mind is interested in more praise, but the other half just wants to be fucked within an inch consciousness.
“How long?” you ask after a while, squirming and squeezing around him impatiently.
“As long as I want,” Hyungwon shrugs. You clench, sweat beading up at the tip of your nose as you struggle to stay composed. Even without doing anything, Hyungwon succeeds in inching you closer and closer to the edge.
“May I-, am I allowed to cum?” you ask, but you already know the answer.
“No.”
You pouted, squirming as Hyungwon trailed his fingertips across your sensitive skin. He relished in the way your muscles tensed under his touch.
“How was your trip?” he asked softly, thumbs brushing softly across your hips.
“Oh, it was, it was okay,” you answer, distracted by his caresses. It wasn’t until he asked that you realized just how long it had been since you’d properly spoken.
“Just okay?”
“I-, I just, kept thinking of you,” the admission tumbled from your lips without thought.
“But you didn’t, I mean I barely heard from you?” Hyungwon questioned, brow furrowed.
“Well, cause, I didn’t want you to know that I missed you!” you confessed, burying your flaming red face against his shoulder. You were being way too honest and you blamed it all on the cock that was firmly lodged inside of you. It was messing with your brain somehow.
“I know,” he laughed, stroking your hair reassuringly.
“What?” you shifted to peek one eye at him.
“I know,” he repeated himself, “I just wanted to hear you say it to me again,” he laughed with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he jerked his hips against you, pushing every coherent thought out of your brain.
“Again? Is that what I told you that night?” your grip on his shirt tightened as he undulated beneath you, just barely stroking in and out of you, but you were very nearly losing your mind just at that.
“Yes,” he licked his lips as he toyed with you, fingers stroking up your torso to tease the undersides of your breasts.
“Please, more,” you begged. You were sure you were leaking, making a mess on his jeans as you ground against him, desperate for more, whatever form it came in.
“I really do enjoy it when you beg,” he smirked, suddenly lifting you off of him.
    You blinked a few times, shocked at the sudden emptiness. You glanced curiously at Hyungwon, who was rolling the sleeves of his flannel up to his elbows. He took his sweet time and you realized that he was, again, teasing you. Harrumphing quietly, you snuck your hands down to tease yourself as you waited for him. One hand glided across your inner thighs as the other traced concentric circles around a puckered areola.
    Hyungwon glanced at you after your eyes had fluttered shut. He wanted to laugh, you were always so impatient, but he took the opportunity to admire you instead. Your fingertips trailed over your skin feather lightly and your reactions were beautifully transparent as your brow flickered between different expressions. On another day, he could enjoy this for a very long time, but after two weeks of not seeing you, he was impatient too.
“Having fun?�� he asked, grabbing you by the wrists.
“Yes,” you giggled, lips curling into a feline grin.
“Well I guess I’m not needed then,” he teased, feigning to leave.
“No!” your expression fell, clasping your own hands around his wrists.
    Hyungwon grinned at the way that you clung onto him. He leveraged your grip to pull you to the center of the bed. He hovered over you, arms and legs caging you into the slight dip of the mattress. You were surprised at the thrill that ran through you as you noted how vulnerable you felt underneath him. He shifted slightly, moving his right hand to skim over your thighs towards your center.
“God I missed this,” he groaned happily, fingers sinking into your wetness. You nodded deliriously as he stroked into you. Your eyes were fixated on the veins and tendons of his forearm as he worked his long fingers in and out of you with an obscene, wet squishing sound.
“So good,” you gasped, head falling back. Hyungwon searched your face and when it contorted, he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes snapped open and you fixed your dilated pupils on him.
    Hyungwon shifts off of you and starts to undress. As irritated as you are, you can’t help but take him in as he does so. You admire his broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and impeccable proportions until he rejoins you in bed.
“I have a proposal,” he says as he spoons himself behind you, his cock sliding between your thighs.
“Oh?” you’re curious as you squeeze your legs together.
“If you cum first, I take you out on a date.”
“And if you cum first?” you ask, blushing at his proposal.
“You take me out on a date,” he grins at you, catlike.
    You roll your eyes at him affectionately as you guide him into you. Hyungwon grabs you by the hip, thumb brushing against the small of your back, and pulls you down his shaft. You gasp as he reenters you, incredibly sensitive after all of his teasing.
“Fuck,” you groan under your breath as he holds you down against him. His balls graze your clit as his hips undulate against you and you worry that any noise you make will rouse the entire building.
    Hyungwon smirks at the way you clutch desperately at his wrists. After your long absence, the sensation of being in you is also overwhelming. He wonders if he’ll ever get over the feeling of sinking into your wet heat and feels confident that the answer is likely not.
“Hyu-Hyungwon!” you stutter, nails digging into his forearm. Hyungwon grits his teeth as your walls tighten around him. Your stubborn ass is successfully resisting the orgasm, but Hyungwon feels stubborn today as well.
    Snaking his arms around you, one secures you by the waist while the other searches out your swollen clit. You fold in half in an effort to get away from him, but his arm keeps you anchored against him as he taps your clit incessantly. The sharp sensation bulldozes you off the side of a cliff and you cry out for Hyungwon as the orgasm crashes over you.
    The intensity surprises both of you and Hyungwon finds himself quickly following you in orgasm. He barely has time to warn you before emptying himself deep inside of you again. He really was never going to get over that, it seemed. Your breath deeply, trying to recover while catching Hyungwon’s free hand in yours.
“I guess I owe you a date,” you joked, turning to face him. His eyes shine as you brush a few strands of his hair out of his face.
“I guess so,” he grins, “And then I’ll owe you, so I’ll take you out after that.”
“What if it’s a flop?” you joke, nerves surfacing.
“I don’t think I’m capable of being floppy around you,” he laughs, pulling you into his chest. As if seconding the argument, his cock pokes at your hip, already hardening again. You reach for it, once again fascinated by the outrageous size and he bucks, lip curling at the intense sensation.
“Oops,” you giggle innocently, but your eyes twinkle mischievous
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Lets Meet Under The Moonlight | Chae Hyunwon
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Genre: Fluff
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Rating: G
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“How are you feeling?”
Her voice broke the almost next-to-comfortable silence that filled the car. The radio played soft tunes on a low volume to allow him to focus on driving amidst the heavy highway traffic flow.
Her eyes flicked from the window to her lover, who had his focus on the road ahead. His face was next to expressionless, almost as if he was zoning out. But she had known better. He was still trying to wake up, and the half-empty cup of Iced Americano was one of the things that helped him.
“Hm?” A questioning hum came from him as he quickly glanced at her. She watched as a smile crept on his face. Soon, it was full-blown, his cheeks chubby but just as adorable as always.
“I asked if you were okay, Woonie.” She laughed as her hand fell on his. “You’re unusually quiet.”
His laugh felt genuine as he shook his head. His focus was back on the important thing, the road. His warm hand wrapped around her, making her smile widen as she watched his reactions almost carefully.
“Nervous?” She questioned, head tilted to gauge a reaction. His silence remained unchanging. If he was nervous, she wouldn’t blame him. After all, the step they were taking was a big one.
Chae Hyungwon was finally meeting her parents.
When they got into a relationship three years ago, she wanted to ensure their relationship was strong before mentioning meeting her parents. He was a celebrity, after all. So, his constant busy schedule and the secrecy could’ve been a big downfall. She didn’t want to risk telling her parents if it went downhill.
So far, their relationship has remained as strong as ever.
“A little bit.” He finally spoke as his hand lightly squeezed her own. “Knowing I have you by my side eases it all away.”
His words were smooth for how tired he seemed. But, without fail, his words affected her immediately, causing her once calm and relaxed cheeks to turn red and feel aflame.
Damn him.
His smile brightened as he noticed her flushed smile. She quickly turned her attention back to the window, hoping the cool air that bit at the glass window would seep through and kiss her warm cheeks.
“Damn you, Hyungwon.” The soft sentence had him chuckle. She refused to meet his gaze, for she knew damn well his once sleepy smile would be replaced with a smug smirk upon hearing her almost hushed whisper.
“You love me.” He softly chuckled, bringing her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “I wouldn’t wake up at this time willingly for any other reason, babe. I promise you. I’m excited.”
“You aren’t the least bit nervous?” Y/N hummed in question. Once again, she found her eyes trained on her boyfriend, gauging each reaction he might give her. But she only got a soft smile and a firm head shake.
“Do you want me to be?” His question was met with an eye roll. She knew better than to play into his coy ways. If it wasn’t for Minhyuk blabbing about how easily the main dancer of Monsta X kept messing up, she would’ve fallen for the mind game.
She’d have to thank Minhyuk for being a blabbermouth when they returned.
“I promise, babe, I am going to be alright. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“My dad disapproves of your career style. Maybe my dad will get on my case about not marrying a lawyer? Or maybe, just maybe, my mom will nag about me not telling her sooner.”
Y/N had to appreciate how infectious his laugh was. How it was almost carefree given that he was the man that was driving them closer to their destination. Just maybe she’d laugh along with him. What is the worst that could happen?
Taking a deep breath, Y/N let the chilling air of the night seep into her lungs, cleansing her thoughts. She turned to Hyungwon, seeking solace in his enchanted yet apprehended demeanor. His laugh resonated within her as she mustered a slight chuckle, her fingers lightly squeezing him in a silent assurance.
“Maybe the worst that could happen is,” Y/N mused, her tone lightening as she spoke. “They might just love you as much as I do… more so than any lawyer they’d hope for me to marry.”
She wasn’t unaware of the pressure encapsulating him. Her father was a big believer in traditional and stable career paths, often vocal about his discontent with unconventional choices. However, Y/N knew Hyungwon’s success in his chosen path and his efforts to be where he was. She knew her parents’ fondness for ambition and earnest deeds would not fail to see Hyungwon’s commitment to his work.
Watching the anticipation clear a bit from Hyungwon’s features, replaced by the warmth of his affectionate smile, Y/N giggled. They pulled up to the front of the house, the warm glow of the porch light reflecting off the elaborate decorations that her mother had so lovingly adorned.
In the dim light, Y/N observed the intimidating silhouettes of her parents, knowing too well the expectations and hopes they carried for her. She gently nudged Hyungwon out of the car, her fingers still nervously entwined with his. It was an overwhelming moment for both of them, but it was her strength in his resilience that might turn the night around for the better.
“How are you feeling, bubs?” Y/N cautiously questioned Hyungwon while glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
His characteristic playful smirk was replaced by a stiff line of nervous anticipation. His grip on her hand was telling, his fingers slightly trembling and holding her tighter than usual. Hyungwon’s eyes, which used to be full of mischief, were now flickering, uncertain.
“I’m fine,” replied Hyungwon, but Y/N knew him too well. She ran her thumb across his clenched hand, a gesture to calm him, before reassuringly squeezing his hand.
Their faces cloaked in shadows, Y/N apprehensively guided Hyungwon towards the big wood-seasoned door of her childhood home. The familiar aroma of cedar and old oak hit her, amplifying the nervous beats of her heart.
The sudden ring, triggered by a light push to the doorbell button, sent a wave of adrenaline surging through them. The sound echoed through the silent house before footsteps rumbled from the other side. Y/N held her breath, pressing herself closer to Hyungwon and his comforting presence.
Without delay, the door swung open to reveal her ever-enthusiastic parents with wide smiles, full of anticipation and excitement. Their expressions softened upon looking at their little girl standing before them. The nervous twiddling of their hands portrays their excitement at finally getting to meet Y/N’s boyfriend, a fact only told in hushed voices and loving hints dropped by their daughter.
“Hello darling,” came her mother’s soft greeting. Soon, her eyes were darting between Y/N and Hyungwon, a silent ‘welcome’ in her anxious gaze. It was time; Y/N had brought Hyungwon home.
The world seemed to stand still at that moment as Y/N’s mother rushed forward, enveloping her in a warm and familiar embrace. She could feel her mother’s heartbeat against her chest, a comfortable rhythm that she missed more than she cared to admit. As they pulled away, a soft smile of reassurance adorned her mother’s face, eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy.
“Hyungwon, so nice to finally meet you,” her father’s voice was firm but laced with warmth as he extended a hand for a greeting handshake. He held an expectant gaze on the young man, inspecting him not as a challenge but as a sign of paternal concern. Despite his initial skepticism, Y/N could see a trace of interest linger in his eyes - a testament to the intrigue Hyungwon stirred within him.
“Welcome to our home, dear,” she said, the words carrying an emotion akin to relief and satisfaction. To Y/N’s surprise and Hyungwon’s astonishment, her mother pulled him into an unexpected yet sincere hug.
Her mother’s excited chattering filled the air as Y/N felt Hyungwon relax in her grip. The corners of his lips pulled up in a small smile, confidence seeping back into his demeanor. It seemed the tension had finally subsided, leaving room for hopeful anticipation.
“Come in, come in. Make yourselves comfortable,” Y/N’s mother urged, leading them over a familiar threshold and into the cozy living room. The narrow hallway was filled with old pictures ranging from Y/N’s childhood to adolescence. Hyungwon took in the surroundings, absorbing all he could about his girlfriend’s past. He noticed details like the worn-out couch that probably hosted thousands of family movies and the coffee-stained coaster on the old oak table, intricate details that painted a clearer image of Y/N’s upbringing.
As her mother busied herself with minor details and some last-minute tidying, Y/N followed her inside, settling Hyungwon on the plush sofa before excusing herself.
“Mom needs some help with dinner preparations. You’ll… you’ll be okay here with Dad?” Y/N asked, placing a comforting hand on Hyungwon’s arm. There was hesitation, a slight shake in her voice, but she managed to squeeze out a reassuring smile.
Hyungwon, despite the butterflies in his stomach, gave her an encouraging nod. “Will be fine, Y/N. Go on,” he said, returning her smile with one of his own. Turning back one last time to give Hyungwon a parting glance, Y/N left him in her father’s company.
Entering the kitchen, Y/N was immediately wrapped in the familiar aroma of her favorite dishes simmering away. Her mother, with a sense of relish that only a homecoming could bring about, quickly pulled her into the fold, excitedly chatting away and handing her an apron.
Her mother’s curiosity took over as Y/N began to assist, chopping various vegetables and occasionally stirring the simmering sauce. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the eager gleam in her mother’s eyes. “So, Hyungwon…” she trailed off, the question evident in her eyes.
Feeling a rush of affection for the curious woman in front of her, Y/N smiled, “He’s amazing, Mom. Kind, smart, and caring. He….He really respects me.” Her eyes softened at the thought, and the corners of her lips turned upwards into a reverie only Hyungwon could induce. “He makes me feel loved and supported in a way I’ve never experienced before.”
Her mother listened intently, humming in acknowledgment, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm and curiosity. She fired off questions at intervals, “What does he do?”, “How did you meet?” “What’s his favorite color?” each helping her form an image of the man who had captured her daughter’s heart.
As she provided her mother with the answers, Y/N could see how her mother’s expectations and interest morphed into satisfaction. They continued their tasks in comfortable silence, quickly falling into their old routine. Through the kitchen window, she glanced back to see Hyungwon deeply engrossed in conversation with her father. A sense of contentment washed over her, a serene smile ghosting over her lips. Despite the initial nerves, she was glad about how the night unfolded.
“So he’s in a group? A big K-Pop star! I can’t wait to brag about having him as a son-in-law!” Y/N chuckled, watching her mother’s eyes sparkle with pride and excitement.
“Mom, it’s still too early for us to get married,” Y/N said gently, her tone filled with warmth and affection. “There’s still so much we want to explore and experience together. I want to give our relationship the time to grow and evolve naturally.”
With dinner preparations finally complete, Y/N’s mother called out for everyone. Naturally, rumors of the delicious spread had reached the living room as Y/N entered to find Hyungwon excitedly discussing some old family photos with her father. The sight warmed her heart. She could see how her world slowly merged with Hyungwon’s, each moment strengthening their bond.
“Eat up, everyone,” her mother chirped happily, placing the last dish on the vibrant tablecloth that was laden with an enticing variety of meals. The spread was a smorgasbord of some of Y/N’s favorite comforts; each intricate recipe embodied the affection her family poured into every meal.
The dinner that followed was a mix of hearty laughter, engaging stories, and inquisitive fire-questions from her mother aimed at Hyungwon. While her father mainly remained silent, his eyes watched, observed, and served as a riveting audience to the ongoing conversation at the table. Her dad’s silent attention was his way of approval and understanding and, in his own distinct manner, a silent welcome to Hyungwon into their family fold.
Hyungwon, on his part, handled her mother’s continuous inquiries with grace, explaining his career and his life’s trajectory with humor and simplicity that diffused any remaining tension. Each answer he gave was met with coos of admiration, shared smiles, and even an occasional laugh.
As the sound of clinking silverware on porcelain ebbed, it was replaced with quiet satisfaction and soft murmurs of appreciation for the meal. The laughter had subsided, but the warmth had not, the silence now a content quiet rather than the tense silence that sat inside the room before. A pregnant pause enveloped the table, broken only by the occasional sound of shared understanding and comfortable silence.
After the enriching dinner, Y/N and her mother gathered the dishes, insisting that the men relax while they dealt with the cleanup. As they retreated to the refuge of the kitchen, Hyungwon and her father were left alone in the living room, opening up space for much-needed bonding. It was a new chapter in their relationship that held the promise of shared laughter, mutual understanding, and a magnifying love.
The comforting clatter of dishes and warm water in the kitchen provided a sense of serenity and comfort. Her mother consistently praised Hyungwon, but her excitement still felt palpable. Amid the mundane dishwashing chore, Y/N savored the moment, the drudgery of the task forgotten amidst a casual conversation about Hyungwon and their relationship.
The soft neon lights above the sink reflected off the bubbles as she diligently rinsed each dish, placing it on the rack beside her. Her mother, too, was busy drying and arranging, their movements in perfect sync. Together, dish after dish, they washed away the remnants of a meal well-enjoyed.
As the pile lessened, so did their chat. It was as if their hearts were satisfied, having shared their views, their concerns, and their laughter, and now rested in the comfort of silence that was occasionally broken by the soft clink of clean cutlery being placed in the drawer. A silent affirmation of a dinner well prepared and well received.
Once the last plate was tucked away neatly in the cupboard, she glanced around to find Hyungwon eager to know how he was faring with her father. Upon stepping into the living room, she discovered her father, a book in hand, nestled in his favorite armchair. But Hyungwon was nowhere to be seen. Sensing her curious glance, her father gestured towards the back door with a tender smile. “The lad’s at the deck. Wanted to catch the first snowfall.”
For a moment, Y/N stood frozen at the doorway leading to the deck, overwhelmed at the sight that greeted her. Hyungwon stood there, his back to her, staring at the full moon that lit the snowy landscape with a magical shimmer. His tall figure was silhouetted against the luminous backdrop, stark yet somehow fitting into the beautiful painting that nature had prepared.
The winter air, although biting, brought a sense of tranquility. The soft snowflakes delicately carpeted the ground and the trees, muffling sounds and rendering an ethereal calm. Under the celestial glow of the moon, the world was draped in a blend of silver and white, the first snow of the year transforming everything into a scene straight out of a holiday postcard.
Watching him sprawled leisurely against the wooden railing, his gaze fixed on the moonlit scenery, Y/N felt an inexplicable warmth. It was all so surreal and yet so incredibly right. Each moment of the evening, from their arrival to the dinner conversations, the apparent affection from her parents, and now this quiet moment of Hyungwon against the silver backdrop of the winter night had reaffirmed her feelings for him. As she treaded softly across the wooden floor approaching him, her steps were muffled by the soft blanket of snow underfoot.
The silence between them was comforting as they stood side by side, eyes fixed on the tranquil landscape before them. The silence was broken when Hyungwon subtly extended his arm, pulling her closer to his side. The warmth radiating from his body seemed to melt away the biting cold of the winter air.
“How’d it go with my dad?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the only sound amid their shared silence. Under the moonlit sky, Hyungwon turned his gaze toward her, his eyes searching, perhaps looking for an answer only she could give. She met his gaze with a warm smile, the question unspoken yet understood.
At her question, Hyungwon chuckled softly, the sound mixing with the gentle rustle of snow against the deck's concrete. “He interrogated me, alright,” he admitted, his tone laced with fondness rather than resentment. “Asked about everything - the group, our career, and yes, about us,” he added, his fingers gently brushing against hers as he spoke.
“But, you know,” Hyungwon continued, his voice growing softer yet more confident, “I understood where he was coming from. He was just trying to see how we fit together.” As he finished, he turned to fully face her, his left hand coming up to gently tuck a wayward lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes never leaving hers.
The gentle atmosphere cast by the first snowfall, the silver hue of the moonlight, and the warmth they shared on that winter’s night, bolstered by Hyungwon’s reassuring words, comforted Y/N. Even amidst the biting winter cold, she felt a stirring warmth, an affirmation of their inseparable bond, echoing in the silence of the snow-disguised night.
Nodding, Y/N leaned against him, the rhythm of their breathing slowly aligning with the gentle cascade of the falling snow. For a few precious moments, they allowed the beauty of the scene before them to sink in: the snow-capped trees standing stoic against the cold, the night sky painted a majestic canvas of hues by the moon, and the soft crunch of the pristine snow under their boots created a symphony of silence. Everything felt ethereal, dream-like. Yet, the warmth of Hyungwon’s body pressed against hers was a tangible and comforting reality.
Hyungwon, always the one to capture the essence of times like this, tucked his chin over her shoulder, whispering into the peaceful air, “The snowfall… It’s just as magical as the first time we watched it together. Do you remember?” His reminiscing triggered a chain of fond memories—those first shared moments that laid the foundation of their relationship. As she nodded, she felt his smile against her shoulder. It was a shared memory, a moment precious not just to her but to him as well. “I never will forget that. It was the moment I fell so hard for you.”
After exchanging quiet words, reveling in the intimacy of their shared memories, and watching as the last flurry of snowflakes kissed the ground, the pair decided to retreat to the warmth of the house. As Y/N stepped away from the railing, Hyungwon’s hand instinctively reached for hers, entwining their fingers.
Walking indoors, the heat inside starkly contrasted to the winter chill they had immersed themselves in. Yet the warmth that spread through her was more than just the physical comfort of the heated rooms; it was the warmth of a day well spent with her loved ones, with Hyungwon seamlessly fitting into their intimate family circle, making her parents smile, easing into conversations, and sharing comfortable silences alike. Tonight, she had seen a side of Hyungwon that had deepened her feelings for him and solidified their bond further.
As they bid goodnight to her parents and retired to their room, Y/N realized she held not just the heart-melting memories of that day but also a stronger sense of love, appreciation, and assurance for Hyungwon. As she lay in bed, staring at the moon past the window—the same moon Hyungwon was perhaps staring at from beside her—she was reminded of their shared moment under the moonlight. Her heart fluttered at the thought, echoing the warmth and love that had blanketed her home that night. She couldn’t help but be excited about what the future held for them.
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neo-percs · 6 months
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DADDY KINK:: ( day 5 )
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WARNING:: daddy kink, unprotected sex, marking, biting.
SUMMARY:: in which you accidentally let the words slip in the middle of having sex with kyun, expecting him to be taken aback it was the complete opposite.
WORD COUNT:: 624
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You felt full, you had been on your third round sex with Changkyun with you thighs pressed against your chest, with a tight grip on the back of your thighs thrusting into you kyun felt so deep inside you it clouded his minds as he lets your moans and whimpers cloud his mind for hours. "Please- it feels so good" you moan as your death grip on the bed sheets had turn your knuckles pale.
"Yeah? It feels good? Tell me how you feel" he groans as his thrusts pick up inside you, the words had been practically caught in your throat as you let your eyes roll back in pure bliss not even realizing what you were babbling on about. "It feels so deep, please don't stop daddy- please" you choke out but once you felt his thrusts become more shallow you whine as your hands cling desperately at his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin leaving red crescent shaped indents in your wake.
"Say it again" he mumbled as he pulls your legs down over his thighs, your fries furrow in confusion "say what?" You ask oblivious to your previous outburst. "Say what you just said again" he repeats being more clear and obvious, he lets himself lean over top of you kissing your at the supples and unmarked skin on your neck, leaving behind red marks in the shape of his teeth and blossoming bruises in odd shapes.
Your breath caught in your throat as he kisses gently against your sweet spot your fingers trail into his hair you moan weakly as you realized the words that slipped from your mouth. His thrusts become more harsh "please don't stop daddy- it's so good" you gasp as your back arched against his bare chest. Changkyun's fingers dig into the fat of your thigh as presses you against the sheets pounding into you deeper you feel your jaw slack open and the utter pleasure.
"I'm close" you moan loudly not caring if your neighbors heard you— hell you don't care if people 10 blocks away heard, you were so immersed into the situation that the feeling in the pit of your stomach would snap at any moment. "Cum for me go ahead I got you" he whispered into your neck still high off the words that had reached his ears he was driving into you hard almost eager to make you cum.
Your legs shake as you whimper out a broken version of his name your back once again arching off the sheets as you open your mouth a silent scream begging to ripple through the walls as you cum. The feeling of you finishing around him has Kyun almost needy to finish your fingers gripping onto his black hair he thrusts once more before he spills inside you with a groan.
Waiting until you had both caught your breath Changkyun pulled out and rolled to the other side of the bed letting sweat roll down his temple he tips his head to see you practically tuckered out "daddy?" He asks with a huff of laughter you only shuffle away in embarrassment "shut up" you cover your face as it feels like your face is on fire. Pull your hands away from your face "it's okay, I liked" he says wrapping your arms around his arms around you leaning in close you close the distance delivering a kiss to his soft lips "it was so sudden I didn't even realize" you laugh against his lips.
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femdomlieeh · 8 months
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Riding your thigh (m)
Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader
WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)
NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo
[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like
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All rights reserved © femdomlieeh
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이호석 / wonho
Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.
But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.
"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"
After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.
"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.
He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.
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 손현우 / shownu
Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.
"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.
"But what, Babybear?"
"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.
"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"
"Ye-Yes, Mama."
In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.
Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.
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이민혁 / minhyuk
Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.
"Get on my lap."
"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.
Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.
"Now ride it, Puppy."
He grinned.
"Okay, Mommyyy~"
Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.
If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.
"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.
He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"
He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.
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유기현 / kihyun
Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.
He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.
"You want me to w-wHat?"
"Ride my thigh."
"A-Are you for sure?"
"Yes. Now."
"I— Uhm— Okay—"
Sheepishly he followed through your command.
"Good boy."
"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."
He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.
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채형원 / hyungwon
Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.
If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.
"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.
"Of course, Mommy."
He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.
"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."
He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.
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이주헌 / joohoney
Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.
He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.
"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.
"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."
With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.
At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.
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임창견 / i.m
Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.
Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.
"Took you long enough, Mommy."
"What do you mean?"
"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.
"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.
He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.
"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.
His pout turned into a dimpled smile.
"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.
Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.
He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.
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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news
You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too
(...)
Went for me, and not her
'Cause girls your age know better ❞
—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023
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lubbuub · 6 months
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sweet, gentle fingering from jooheon pls
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imagine being between his legs while he places sweet kisses along your neck. feeling the warm breeze from the cracked window, the smell of the vanilla candle burning on your nightstand, and the partynextdoor slight drowning out your moans. his fingers deep inside you curling at the soft wet texture, you called your g spot. his free hand occupied by your hard nipples twisting and pinching at them. hearing him talk you through it asking if it feels good, telling you that you’re a good girl. rolling your hips to feel his hard bulge underneath you, knowing he’s ready to explode at any moment. “f-fuck.. i’m gonna cum” are the words that come out of your mouth as you feel the overstimulation building up in your stomach, your body jerking at the soft movements of his hips bucking up to match your rhythm as he leaves trails of purple-reddish bruises down your neck and shoulders. your breathing getting more heavier as you looked down to see your cum painted all over his fingers.
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silv3rswirls · 3 months
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Their s/o likes to play with their hair
Requests are open!
Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕
Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟
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♡Shownu♡
While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.
♡Minhyuk♡
He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.
♡Kihyun♡
He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.
♡Hyungwon♡
He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.
♡Jooheon♡
He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.
♡Changkyun♡
He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.
♡Wonho♡
He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.
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breezybangtanbebe · 3 months
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💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriend Hoseok❤️‍🔥💭
The Gentle Giant Boyfriend
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Emotionally💕:
Hoseok is no stranger to attention. Everything about him, from his handsome face and healthy physique to his fashion sense and warm personality, he attracts just about anyone with eyes and a pulse. But everything was different with you.
You werent one of the typical cases fan girling over his persona or obsessing over his body parts. (something I honestly think is a big ick for him but he just tolerates it because of how much of a people pleaser he tends to be.) 
On your first date, you barely even looked at anything below his chin and held him in your eyes for most of the conversation..
"You have really pretty eyes.." you remarked, stirring your drink mindlessly with your cheek resting in the palm of your other hand.
Hoseok's mouth twitched in a tiny reluctant smile of confusion. He too toyed with the straw of his drink, mashing the ice cubes about before taking a sip.
"Um..thank you." he swallows, blinking as if he were on the brink of choking. It wasn't hard to fluster him, you picked up on that early on when you met him at that pottery class you took up as soon as the pandemic was over. Any reason to get out of that apartment that felt even smaller when you had no where else to go.
It was his eyes that caught your attention first, mainly because it was all you could see of his face since the mask mandate was still enforced. Apart from his hulking frame under his oversized hoodie and the way his massive legs made the stool he was perched on look like it was designed for a child, there was a soft innocence there when he focused his fingers on the sepia ball of clay.
When he wasn't focused, those eyes had a way of finding you on the other side of the room, looking away bashfully when you felt his stare..
Crinkling cutely when the teacher made a joke.
Widening comically when the perfectly shaped bowl he was working on collapsed into a squishy warped ball of disaster.
This went on for a few weeks before he finally worked up the nerve to sit beside you at the beginning of the next class, introducing himself. Up close, you got an even better gauge of his size.
"Good lord he must work out every day.." you thought, but its only on your mind for a second after resuming eye contact when he asked you a question.
The most gorgeous combination of browns melded in the ridges of his irises. From afar you couldn't notice but this close, you couldn't see anything but those eyes. Eyes that told so much about a man you hardly knew.
Honesty.
Joy.
Sadness.
Pain.
Soul.
It was you who asked him for his number despite him being the one to ask if he could see you again outside of class. So you did, grabbing tea and coffee at the bakery near the pottery studio.
"Youre blushing again." you smirk triumphantly and Hoseok immediately resents himself for being such an easy read. Without his mask to hide behind, you were given a full view of his face that was as equally charming as his eyes.
The colored apples of Hoseok's cheeks lift slightly as he shook his head in pure denial.
"No Im not." 
"Im looking right at you. What do you mean?" You tease and Hoseok tucks his lips against each other to fight his bodies natural response to flattery.
"Its the steam from the tea or something, I don't know.." he shakes his head again, turning his head at the bakery's door chime as a few customers walked in and you couldn't help but think it was to hide the way his blush worsened. There was no steam. He wasn’t even drinking tea so the excuse was as ridiculous as it was adorable.
It made you smile knowing he was this affected and you vaguely wondered what else your attention to detail could do.
"If you say so.."
You were different to him because you saw him in ways others didn’t. No one compliments a man’s eyes when all attention is on his body. The amount of times he caught women and men alike struggling to keep eye contact when he wore a fitted shirt that accentuated his upper body. And while he did work diligently to achieve such a body, it felt good to be seen and not just something to look at. Which in his profession,was often a feeling he faced.
Water signs tend to be very emotionally connected and Hoseok will know what youre feeling before you say anything because he's just that observant. That's just him. He can walk into a room and get a gauge of everyone's energy and while he may not show it, he's affected by it.
He appreciates a person thats similar. Someone who can tell when he's bothered or uncomfortable but too polite to express it. He appreciates someone who can anticipate his needs the way he will anticipate yours. And he absolutely would. If you like coffee in the morning and he's up before you, he puts on a pot because he knows you hate waiting for it. He'll put things within your reach without thinking about it. He’ll cover sharp corners with his hand if you bend down suddenly too near them. Just a quiet caretaker.
He's very emotionally intelligent (it took him going through ALOT to get this way) , and he too has very little patience for games or things that don't make sense. So talk to him about your feelings vs acting impulsively. Don't push him away when you're upset. He may chase you for a little while but if you're not reciprocating his energy , he'll lose interest.
Physically💋:
Very reserved in front of others because he's just polite but will hold your hand and kiss you proudly in public. He keeps it cute though, nothing outlandish.
He is the jealous type so if someone is looking at you a bit too hard, expect him to mark his territory with one of those little kisses. Or a few.
In private, He's big and warm and soft and hard all at the same damn time. Hoseok loves cuddling,prefers to be the big spoon most of the time because he feels like he's protecting you but occasionally enjoys curling his big ass into you while your massage his scalp until he falls asleep.
He's much more touchy feely. Lots of stolen kisses and booty grabs. Although I predict that you'd be most inclined to want to touch him all day because...well. Look at him🌚
It was a day worth shutting the world out for. Raining and relentless. Plans were cancelled ,alarms were snoozed and clothes were optional at Hoseok's apartment.
Its been several months since that day in the bakery and those routine meet ups next door to the pottery class evolved into evenings spent at his place. He'd been to yours plenty but you preferred being with him at his because his felt more comfortable. 
Plus he had all the snacks.
The morning light creeped its way despite the sun being hidden and the bed felt much too big when he wasn't in it. So after pulling on one of his t-shirts and slipping into his bathroom to freshen up, you were relieved to find the object of your desire in the kitchen.
He's shirtless with his magnificent back on display for you as you watched him busy with something on the counter. His hair was wild, sticking up in all directions and his pajama pants hung just low enough on his hips for those two delicious dimples to be visible.
You stepped silently over the warm wood floors, one bare foot after the other until you were creeping up behind him.
Hoseok flinched a little when you snaked your arms around his waist but he soon relaxes at the feel of your lips pressing against the middle of his back.
"Hi.." you grumble against his warmth, skimming the tip of your nose over his skin. Hoseok chuckles softly as one of his hands covers your two that clasp below his naval.
"Morning. Did I wake you?" He looks over his shoulder and you shake your head, pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade.
"Just missed you." You respond sleepily and the sound of it has him chuckling softly.
"Ive been up for less than ten minutes.." he chides and you shrug.
"10 minutes too long. I got cold. What are you doing anyway? I thought you had nothing to do today." You mumble, peaking around his body to spot him organizing several different types of capsules into little baggies.
"Im putting my supplements together for when I go out of town next week."
"Oh yeah.." you say. You return to nuzzling his muscular back, settling in the dip of his spine between his shoulder blades with a solemn sigh.
Detecting you sulking, Hoseok takes one of your hands and pries it from his tummy to lift towards his face.
"Its just a few days. Don't pout, big baby.."
A gentle kiss to your knuckles was all it took to send a tingle through your body, making you tighten the back hug you had him in . Your affection evolves due to an intrusive thought and you accentuate the embrace with an unexpected bite of his flesh. Your teeth pinch a healthy bit of skin between them and you pull back on the release.
His yelp makes you snicker evilly and you soothed the faint toothmarks with a few kisses before pulling away from him.
"Look who's talking.." you tease.
He didn't appreciate the way the temperature changed the moment you weren't touching him and he turns around, spotting you leaning against the kitchen island. This had to have been the moment he realized you were wearing nothing but his t-shirt, noting the stiffness of your nipples poking through the fabric.
His gaze drops from your breasts to your shapely thighs that were unsubtly pressing against each other.
With a sultry look in your eye, you smirked up at him as you hopped up on the marble countertop and spread your legs just enough to hint at your lack of panties. Not that any hint was needed.
If you had any on, it wouldn't be for long.
Sexually💦:
Hoseok seems like a massive giver. So he's not at all a selfish lover. Whatever your satisfaction requires, he's pretty open to it if its not uncomfortable. If any kinks, I could see some bondage or food play. Maybe some sensory deprivation. Hes not afraid of toys at all. I actually imagine him owning some of his own for his solo sessions.🌚
Not super dommy. If anything, he's a switch (both dom and sub depending on the mood). When he's the dom, he teases your body alot with whatever he has at his disposal.
He praises you heavily and rewards you. Would much rather do that than punish you, but if he has to, he confirms that all of those muscles aren't just for show. He'll never hurt you though, thats actually one of his worst fears so don't expect him to get TOO TOO rough. Some hard slaps on the ass and a hand around the throat might be aa far as he'll go with you. Even then, hes very careful.
As a sub, he's very bratty and mischievous. He wants the punishment 100%. He wants you to talk shit, scold him, pull his hair a little. He wants you to make him feel small even though hes literally a hulk. Some orgasm denial would drive him crazy. But once you finally let him cum, put as much into the aftercare as he would for you. Talk to him nice and touch him alot. Slow Kisses with lots of tongue.
He's an ass man. Touching your booty actually brings him some sort of comfort, like a human stress ball. In the morning, its customary for him to rub yours for at least a minute when he greets you. He probably enjoys eating you out from the back so he doesn't have to waste time bending you over after. I also think he's most attracted to thick women🌚. He just gives me that vibe.
Large hands grip your ass underneath the tshirt,holding you up with your legs wrapped around him as he walked you back to the bedroom.
Your lips suckle his bottom lip, making him groan and squeeze you when you lips finally part to invite him in. Hoseok wasn't a sloppy kisser by far, always intentional with each stroke of his tongue and little nibble of your lips. He's passionate and most dominant when his tongue needled its way in and massaged yours.
You let him in gladly, earning a grateful sigh from him as you sucked his tongue greedily.
That always turned him on and you simulated the way you planned to suck him off by bobbing your head slowly, slurping his tongue loudly and shamelessly until it's too much for him.
You giggled when he tossed you on the bed, bouncing against the fluffy white comforter as he climbed on top of you. He cages you under the canopy of his huge body and doesn't hesitate to snatch his t-shirt from your body.
Now that he had you naked again, his lips found every place begging to be kissed.
Your neck.
Your nipples.
That spot just below your breast.
With both of your hands trapped under his above your head, Hoseok teased your body with his tongue until your back was arching from the bed.
He was kissing a trail down from your naval to the mound of stubbly skin of your pelvis. You felt you needed to shave but Hoseok didn't give a damn about some hair. In some ways he preferred it because he could smell you so much better that way.
His chin grazes your clit and making you twitch, making him smile against your skin.
"That sensitive huh? What am I gonna do with you?" He teases, moving down to hold you at your hips. You lift up just in time to watch his tongue extend and flick a few times over the throbbing nub before sucking on it obscenely hard.
You called his name again but he ignores you, simply combining flicking and sucking on your clit in favor of paying you any mind.
Seems as though he had his mouth set on your pussy for breakfast from how he alternated between sucking your clit and tonguing at your hole.
He knew what he was doing and you could keep your composure anymore. Damn his neighbors, they would just have to hear you.
Your hand found its way to his messy bed head, tugging at the strands from the scalp. He moans with his lips wrapped around you, the vibration of his tone making your legs shake.
Without warning, Hoseok pulls away from your heat and pulls you up by your arm. He grabs you by the neck gently to kiss you as he was before. But instead of him tasting like mouth wash and strawberry yogurt, he tasted like you.
With your legs spread wide enough to fit his huge frame, you hooked them over his hips to lock him in place. He chuckles at the desperation he felt on your lips, guiding you down to lay on your back one more.
"What baby...what it is it?" He asks, eyes black as night on yours. Long gone were those innocent eyes you'd fallen for at first.
Hoseok reached between your bodies to pick up where he left off, strumming over you back and forth.
Back and forth.
Your mouth gaped in a gasp when he upped the pace, rubbing you so good that you were sure you'd cum any second.
"Baby..please yess yess yess.." you cry and Hoseok kissed your trembling lips casually.
"Feels good?" He asks and you hum in response.
"More?" He lifts his brow.
"More..more.."you pant, now gripping the hair at his nape. With that, his fingers slipped inside of you, fucking you slowly as his tongue found yours. You moaned senselessly amidst kissing and Hoseok only took that as you begging for his fingers to go deeper.
"Is this what you want, baby? Hmm? Want me to suck on this pretty pussy some more? Wanna cum on my tongue like you did last night?" He mumbles, planting another wet pussy flavored kiss on your lips as he awaited your response.
"Please.." you shudder, too lost in the way his fingers went back to toying with your clit to kiss him back properly.
But this was how he wanted you anyway and he was only getting started.
Love Language:
I believe our big boy is a Gift giver/receiver and Physical touch. The gifts don't have to be expensive (even though he will for sure spend his monies on his gifts he gives you), it just matters to him that you know what he likes and that you're thinking of him. And touch on that man. Big boys need love too.
Quality time is big for him as well. He just wants you around. It doesn't have to be for any specific reason. Just be there and exist with him.
Pet names/Terms of endearment:
Calls you his baby or his world. Not much in between. He's very playful and light hearted so you might be his brat or headache from time to time, but takes his relationships very seriously. You don't have worry about any fear of commitment with him. Once he's locked in, you've got him.
So dont hurt him please🥹 He's very soft hearted.
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tinytinyblogs · 8 months
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Changkyun As Your Boyfriend
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Boyfriend
(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%
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When you and Changkyun get a couple tattoo, he will love to touch it and take cute pictures of the two of you together. He will even set your couple photos as his lockscreen, and he will smile widely every time he opens his phone. He will be so proud of your couple tattoo, and he will love to show it off to everyone. He will tell everyone how much he loves you, and he will always be grateful for the special bond that you share. Your couple tattoo will be a constant reminder of your love for each other, and it will bring you closer together. It will be a symbol of your commitment to each other, and it will be a source of happiness for both of you.
He will set his photos as your lockscreen without you knowing it. and once you open your phone and you will see his face smiling back at you. You will be surprised and touched by his gesture, and you will know that he loves you very much. He will do this because he wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. He wants you to think of him every time you use your phone. When you see his face on your lockscreen, you will feel loved and appreciated. You will know that he is thinking of you, and you will feel closer to him.
He loves to send you cute texts, asking you about your day and telling you how much he misses you. He will often start his texts with "How was your day, baby?" or "I miss you so much." He will also tell you to take care of yourself and to eat and rest. He knows that you are busy, but he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will always be there for you. His texts are always full of love and affection. He will often use pet names like "baby" or "honey" to show how much he cares about you. He will also send you pictures or videos of himself to make you smile.
He will prepare a date with you, making sure that he doesn't mess up. Even though you've been together for more than a year, he will still be nervous. He will want to make this date perfect for you, and he will want to show you how much he loves you. He will start by planning the perfect location. He will want to take you somewhere that is special to both of you, or somewhere that he knows you will love. He will also plan the perfect activities, making sure that you will have a fun and memorable time. On the day of the date, he will be so nervous that he might even be shaking. But he will take a deep breath and remind himself that he loves you and that you will love the date. During the date, he will tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he feels to be with you. He will also let you hear a song that he created for you. The song will be a beautiful expression of his love, and it will make you feel so special. By the end of the date, you will know how deep his feelings are for you. You will also know that he is the one for you.
He will give you sudden hugs everywhere when he feels like he wants to. This man will be so soft only for you. Sometimes, he will hug you from behind when you are cooking in the kitchen. Other times, he will hug you from the front when you are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He might even hug you from the side when you are walking down the street. No matter where he hugs you, you will feel his love and affection. He will hold you tightly and squeeze you gently. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you how much he loves you. You will melt in his arms every time he hugs you. You will feel so safe and secure, and you will know that you are loved. Changkyun is a soft-hearted man, but he is only soft for you. He is strong and protective with everyone else, but he is gentle and loving with you. He knows that you are his soft spot, and he cherishes you more than anything in the world. If you are lucky enough to have Changkyun in your life, cherish him. He is a rare gem, and he will love you unconditionally.
Every time he sees you, he greets you with his lovely smile and says, "Miss me?" He knows that his smile makes you blush, and he loves to see your face turn red as a tomato. Changkyun's smile is one of the things that you love most about him. It's so genuine and heartwarming, and it always makes you feel happy. He is a truly kind and loving person, and you are so lucky to have him in your life.
This man is smart, you will wonder how he can be so smart. He reads you like he reads a book. He understands you and all your problems really well. You don't need to hide anything from him, he'll know right away when you're not in good condition. He can tell when you're feeling down, even if you try to hide it. He can see the changes in your body language, and he can hear the changes in your tone of voice. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he always knows how to make you feel better. He is always there for you, no matter what. He will listen to you when you need to talk, and he will offer you his advice. He will never judge you, and he will always be there to support you. You are so lucky to have him in your life. He is a true friend, a loving partner, and a wise advisor. You can always count on him, and he will always be there for you.
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marzmeltdown · 10 months
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Bad Decisions
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⌦ Pairing: Prof!Changkyun (I.M) x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): Smut ⌦ Warning(s): swearing,, age gaps (changkyun's in his 30's readers in their 20's),, power dynamics,, exhibitionism (kinda),, nicknames (changkyun: sir,, professor,, reader: doll,, princess,, idk if slut constitutes itself as a nickname but its used,, ),, cream pies(pls be practice safe sex besties),, deep throating,, face fucking,, desk sex,, choking,, oral (m receiving),, Dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, spit eating (idk if thats what its called),, fingering,, humiliation,, ⌦ Word count: 2.66k ⌦ Summary: You're struggling in your history class, so naturally, you go to your professor for help. You weren't expecting to receive that type of help as well. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Hollywood Undead and Monsta X while writing this was an experience to say the least. I may or may not have written this for myself as well. Have y'all seen that tiktok of Changkyun pulling out of a parking spot w one hand? Twas truly beautiful. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on everything I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)
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You cried as you looked at the exam grade displayed on your computer screen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. D+, you had studied so hard; how could you have gotten such a bad grade? You sat at your desk with your knees to your chest, crying into them.
Your head flew up as you heard the door to your dorm room swing open, followed by your roommate's keys jingling as she walked in. She sat her bag on the floor beside her bed, oblivious to your crying until she took her headphones out of her ears.
"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay? What happened??" She asked, tossing her headphones onto her bed as she rushed over to you. You sniffled a bit, turning the laptop towards her with one hand while the other wiped away the tears that had taken residence on the tip of your chin.
"I got a D on my history exam," you said. It took everything in you not to scream with how upset you were; history was the only class you were struggling in. Which didn't make any sense to you, as you really liked history.
"What the hell? You studied so hard! You study more than I do!" Your roommate gasped, her brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she too tried to wrap her head around how you could have done so poorly on an exam you worked so hard to prepare for. You sniffled once more, turning the laptop back to you and beginning to write your professor an email asking if he were free tomorrow during his office hours.
"I'm going to go talk to him tomorrow and see if there's anything I can do to get my grade up," you said, your voice slowly going back to normal rather than the shakey, upset voice you had when your roommate walked in on your crying session.
"That's a good idea. Mr. Im is a nice professor; I'm sure he would be more than willing to help you out." Your roommate said she hugged your side reassuringly before walking back to her side of the room.
Mr. Im replied to your email sooner than you had expected; he has always told students that as soon as 5 p.m. rolled around, any emails he had would be answered the following business day.
⌦ Mr Im:
ㅤY/N,
ㅤThank you for reaching out regarding your performance in class, my office hours are open all ㅤday.
ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.
You smiled as you read the email, looking back at your roommate, who had gotten comfortable on her bed. "He's free all day tomorrow; hopefully we can get something figured out."
"That's great; I'm sure he will work with you about your grade," she reassured once more.
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You sighed shakily as you stood outside your professor's office. Rarely did you ask for help, so knowing that you were about to knock on Mr. Im's door to do exactly that made you nervous. After a couple deep breaths, you knocked on the door. You were worried that you'd knocked too softly until the door swung open, revealing your professor.
"Y/N, come in; it's good to see you." Mr. Im smiled, and you stood there in awe for a moment as you soaked in his smile. He was ethereal, and you felt as though you could stare at him all day if you could.
"Nice to see you too, Mr. Im," you stuttered, stepping into the room. It was neater than you had expected; every book on the shelf was in order from biggest to smallest, and the couch that sat against the wall looked untouched. His desk looked unused aside from the stack of papers on the left corner and a water bottle that sat next to his computer; the floor was spotless as well.
"What was it you wanted to talk about, y/n?" Changkyun asked, following you to his desk once he shut the door. You both took seats in the chairs opposite each other.
"I wanted to talk about my grade; it's not great," you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.
"I'm well aware that your grade isn't anything to brag about," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Right.." You said that, blushing a bit as you looked down.
"I suppose you're hoping I can help you fix that?" He asked, and his tone came off more condescending than he had meant it.
"Yeah, if you'd be so kind,"
"Well, if you paid better attention in my class, you might do better," he suggested. Your head snapped up at him as you looked at him with widened eyes. He smirked softly, beginning to speak as he stood up from his chair. "Don't act so surprised, y/n; I see how you stare at me during class; it's pretty obvious." He said, you hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to you until he gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"It makes me wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said, running his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. His voice had gotten deeper—sexier even, if that were possible. Instinctively, you parted your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him. "You and I both know that you're capable of studying for my exams, so I'll cut you a deal; I'll fix your grade if you do something for me."
Your professor seemed more talkative than normal, but you assumed anyone would be if they were discussing "deals" with another person. It was your turn to speak now. Before you could, however, his thumb found itself inside your mouth, pressing itself down on your tongue. Changkyun stood still as he waited for an answer, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You nodded in response to his offer.
Changkyun only smiled at this as his free hand worked at his belt. You moved your eyes to his hand as your hands reached up to aid him in taking his belt off. He jerked your head up gently, forcing you to look back up at him. "Eyes on me, doll."
Undoing the clasp of his belt and the buttons of his pants without being able to look at them seemed to be somewhat of a struggle. But the reward behind the zipper was worth the struggle. Changkyun moved his hand from your chin to your head once you pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out.
You broke eye contact with your professor long enough to glance at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. You brought a hand to pump at the base, looking back up at him as you began pumping his cock with a steady pace. His breath hitched slightly when you let your tongue run against the pink tip of his cock.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, princess," he breathed out as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. He gripped your hair roughly, forcing himself the rest of the way into your mouth. You did your best not to gag, though your efforts proved futile when the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.
The sound of your gag seemed to spark something within him as his hips began thrusting themselves into you and shoving his cock further down your throat. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes from how harshly he was thrusting into you. The lewd sounds of your gags mixed with his groans of pleasure and the saliva being churned in your mouth filled the room. You were surprised no one had heard you two yet.
Just when you were certain your professor was only going to abuse your throat, he pulled out of you, pulling you to stand. Immediately, you leaned in to kiss him, the both of you hungrily attacking each other's mouths. Your hands found their way to Changkyun's collar, tugging him closer as you sat on his desk. Your fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt while his worked at the buttons on your pants. You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking your roommate's advice on the skirt she suggested you wear.
You pushed Changkyun's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before aiding him in taking your pants off. His hand found itself resting against your heat as his thumb rubbed itself against your clothed clit. You whimpered at his soft teasing, bucking your hips against his hand.
"Patience, princess, I'll fill you up soon," he said against your lips, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.
"Yes, sir," you replied, whining when he pulled your panties aside to continue teasing your hole. "Just take them off," you begged, moving a hand down to push your panties off.
Changkyun chuckled at your impatience but obliged, pulling your panties off the rest of the way, his hand finding itself attached to your heat once more. "You're so wet already, doll," he commented, emphasizing his words by slipping his middle finger into your hole. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you pulled away from the kiss to let your head fall back.
You let your eyes close as your professor began to pump his finger in and out of your hole. You pulled your shirt off as Changkyun inserted another finger, the surprise causing you to drop your shirt onto his desk, letting yourself lean against your hand as his thumb rubbed itself against your clit once more.
"F-fuck, professor, please," you begged as your head fell back. His fingers felt like magic against the nerves between your thighs.
"Please what, princess? Use your words," he said, his free hand reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You were surprised at how well your professor did tasks with one hand that would have required a normal person to use two.
"Fuck me, please," you whined, your free hand gripping at his toned biceps. He smirked at your request, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your hole empty momentarily as he reached into his wallet to grab a condom. Your head snapped up to look at him, and your hand flew up to stop him, looking at him pleadingly.
He looked at you with a confused expression, his confusion disappearing once you opened your mouth to say, "I know you want to fuck your cum into me just as much as I want you to."
You weren't sure where this new bout of confidence came from, but the look on your professor's face when you spoke went straight to your core. You could feel the slick beginning to run down your thighs as you bit your lip. He tossed the partially opened condom onto the floor along with his wallet before pulling you closer by your thighs.
"If you keep talking like that, kitten, I might have to take you home with me," he said as he took his cock in one hand, his other pushing your thigh up even more, causing you to lie on your back. You whimpered as Changkyun rubbed his cock against your folds, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?" Changkyun began as he slowly thrust himself into you. It took all the strength you had not to let your head fall back so you could watch as your professor's cock disappeared into your hole before reappearing again once you'd had time to adjust to his size.
You bit your lip as Changkyun began speaking again, painting a more detailed picture in your head of what he was talking about. "You'd like it if I took you home and fucked you like the little slut you are," he said, letting his hand rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to feel good but not enough to cause any serious harm.
You nodded in response, letting your body fall back against the desk so you could use your hands to hold your thighs open. "Yes, sir, I'd like that very much." You whined.
Changkyun wasted no time as he snapped his hips into you at a rapid pace, leaning his body against yours so you were eye to eye. The way his body pinned you in place prevented you from arching your back while simultaneously forcing your legs to rest themselves against his shoulders, allowing him to pound deeper into your walls.
You couldn't help the loud moans that came out of your mouth as his tip brutally hit your sweet spot. His hand moved from your throat to slip his fingers into your mouth, muffling any noises that escaped your lips.
"Be quiet, princess; you don't want anyone to catch us now, do you?" He asked, and his question, along with the taste of your slick still on his fingers, caused a whimper to fall from your lips. You shook your head, and the sight of you tasting yourself on Changkyun's fingers caused his dick to twitch inside you.
Only when he thought you were capable of controlling your sounds did he remove his fingers from your mouth, this time gripping at your jaw just as he had done earlier.
"I bet you let all your professors slut you out like this, don't you?" He taunted, angling his hips so every thrust would push the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars each time it was hit. His hand keeping a firm grasp on your chin prevented you from shaking your head in protest; he took this opportunity to spit into your mouth to further humiliate you.
His words and the act of him spitting into your mouth went right to your core, and your walls began to contract around his cock.
"N-No sir! J-Just you—fuck, I'm so close," you moaned, digging your heels into his shoulder blades in attempts to pull him closer. You reached back to grip the edge of the desk, effectively pushing the ungraded papers onto the floor.
"Go ahead, princess, cum on my cock," he panted, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as well. He propped himself up on his hands to give himself more leverage, his thrusts going deeper and harder than they had been previously.
It took a few more harsh thrusts on his end before the coil in your stomach snapped and you were sent over the edge. Your hand clamped itself over your mouth to muffle the wanton moan that escaped your throat as you felt your hole flutter against his cock and your arousal slowly ran down Changkyun's cock. You were positive he would have a stain there afterwards.
The tight grip your walls used to hold Changkyun in was enough for him to fall over the edge, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he finished. He thrust his cum back into you a few times as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts coming to a full stop, and he caught his breath before pulling out. He watched as his cum dripped out of your hole and down the side of his desk.
"Here," Changkyun said, handing you a water bottle as he helped you sit up. You weren't sure when he'd walked away, but he had already cleaned himself and adjusted his pants. You winced as you sat up, taking the water bottle from him.
"Thank you," you said as you opened the bottle, taking a sip. You watched as Changkyun gently wiped you clean with a few tissues he had taken from the box that surprisingly didn't fall.
He tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can beside his desk before he leaned in to whisper into your ear.
"I expect you to pick those papers up, and I was serious about taking you back to my place."
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title : middle of the night | part II
previous part : part I
pairing :  hyungwon x female reader 
genre : smut, friends with benefits, idol!au
warnings : mentions of blood, mentions of pain, dacryphilia
word count : 4,7k 
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Your dark red acrylics are tapping against the white marble of the kitchen counter. You’re deep in thought, out of time, red-painted lips pursed together as you watch Hyungwon pour his favorite liquor into a lowball glass before sliding it toward you. He looks at you expectantly, the liveliness in his gaze bringing you back to the present moment and out of your thoughts. You accept the drink with a faint smile, twirling the ice cubes around the glass before taking a sip from it. He sits in front of you with a satisfied grin, pushing his too-long hair back with a flicker of his fingers. The way he looks so effortlessly good while doing the most mundane things is so unfair, it has you staring and gawking like a middle-schooler and wondering if you’re equipped enough to even be in this relationship. It stopped being fun the moment you started missing falling asleep touching his hair, for sure.
It’s the first time you’ve been to his place for what seems like forever, and you look around the place like you’re not used to everything single thing here, like it didn’t feel like home for a long time. You used to come often, stay for days on end and just watch him exist, and it was fascinating – you remember. Hyungwon always blossomed into an entirely different person when you stayed the night, he was waking up before you to fry eggs and toast bread, to let fresh air into the space so you wouldn’t feel stuffy. It was good times – beautiful times – but now everything seemed to have happened in a different lifetime, one where you were just content to exist next to him without always pushing for more. You sigh, shifting in your seat as you would back in the moment, and his stare is on you again, unreadable, and slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly you realize how warm it is here, how good it smells, how good that shirt looks on him, and how better it would look on you. Blood Orange is playing in the background, and you don’t remember Hyungwon being a particularly huge fan of them. You wish he could kiss you awake in the morning again; you wish you could hug him from behind and press your head against his skin and feel better about everything like you used to.
Something has changed in your relationship, and you can’t pinpoint exactly what. Did you stop staying at his place because you don’t feel that comfortable around him anymore? Or is it because you fear what feelings lurk in the darkness of your heart with each passing hour? Regardless of those things, it is a fact that you don’t feel in sync with him anymore, that spending time in Hyungwon's presence doesn’t feel as right as it used to. It’s been like that for a while now, and you don’t know if it’s because you decided to stop clinging onto hopes so much anymore, or if it’s just him being bored of you. Sometimes you wonder if it has caught on to your feelings and is slowly preparing you for his absence when he finally breaks things off. First, the trust you had in each other was stripped away, and now you’re at a point when everything has turned sexual. You stopped simply existing around each other.
You have to admit, you’re already one foot out of this, on the lookout for someone that could make you feel as alive as he used to – as he still does, actually. The emptiness Hyungwon leaves behind is not the downside of something precious and sacred anymore, it’s crushing and cold. It’s the cruel reminder that you have selective memory and that you blissfully ignored the part where you’re friends with benefits and not lovers for way too long.
“How was your day?” You ask, pulling him out of his thoughts. His eyes widen in surprise, and it seems that it takes him a few seconds to gather himself back to you before he slowly reaches for another glass and pours himself some bourbon as well. You want to ask about what was making him think so hard but abstain when the small voice in your head reminds you of your place. His thoughts are off-limits.
“As usual. I worked, went to the gym, and had dinner with the guys” He’s pushing some ice cubes out of their tray as he speaks, and you can’t help but ogle at his hand flexing in the movement. He’d make fun of you for that if he knew how smitten you are about every single thing about him. “You?”
“I spent the day working on some new things for you and the boys” you reply, not missing any second of the way Hyungwon drinks from his glass before putting it down on the counter. You don’t miss a second of the action; the slight furrow of his brows, the almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw, the subtle movement of his lips. “And I went on a date”
You expected him to show at least some emotion at the mention of that, but he seems unfazed when he looks into your eyes; like he feels bad that you would even mention this to him when he so obviously does not care. He has girls lining up to be in your position, and you expect him to be sad that you’d date? You push aside the embarrassment and keep going as you trace the outline of your glass with the tip of your nails. “It was nearby, that’s why I figured it would be easier to just drop by instead of having you come over” you add.
It feels bittersweet to know that there used to be a time when Hyungwon truly cared about you and what happened to you. You cut your finger chopping up fruits in this same kitchen once, and when he realized how terrified of your own blood you were, he hugged you, kissed your forehead, and cleaned your wound before wrapping a hello kitty band-aid around it. He didn’t let go of you until he was sure you felt safe and cleaned everything without complaining even once – and he looked hot doing it. That was one of the first times you felt Hyungwon's affection for you somewhere other than in his bedroom, one of the first times you felt earth shatter underneath you until it collapsed that time he called to wish you happy birthday despite being busy on a completely different time zone on the other side of the world. You were on a flight to meet him by the next day, and it seemed completely normal then.
“Did it go well?” He asks, so nonchalantly, miles away from the guy that skipped an entire day of work once simply because you didn’t want him to get out of bed. He empties his glass in one gulp, before putting it down on the counter – the sound is considerably louder than the first time he did so, and you tense a little. You press your lips together, carefully ignoring the growing tension between the two of you.
“Yeah, it did.” You reply with a small smile, memories of the hours prior flashing back in your mind. “I’m happy to see him again,” you say without second thoughts. Hyungwon has proven to you that it doesn’t matter who you see, so you don’t see the point of sparing his nonexistent feelings. You just want him to know that he isn’t the only man you’ve gotten the attention of, even though you’re probably not the only one sharing his bed either. You’re fighting a pointless fight because you have no power over him while he could crush you with a single sentence.
“Then why are you here?” He asks, with a sigh. He seems annoyed, which is good enough for you as it is. At least it’s more than he has shown until now. You take a sip from your glass, before slowly putting it down. You look up at him, before blinking away – scorched.
“I don’t know” you mutter, looking down at the melting ice cubes in your glass. You’re almost afraid of what he’s going to say next. You know him well enough to know that his coldness is unlike anything else; it slowly seeps under your skin and settles there. He’s the kind of man that changes you, that you'd leave scarred and hurt. The kind of man that will break your heart without batting an eye when you push him too far. He’s done it before.
“If it was sex you wanted, you could’ve gone home with him” Hyungwon spits, his gaze dark and cold. What hurts the most when he’s like this is that everything he says is right. You could have gotten home with this other guy if you had wanted to. He would have happily obliged if you judged by the way he kept stealing glances at your décolleté, and it would have quenched your thirst for knowledge about him to see where and how he lived. But your phone rang mid-date and there was no way you could have declined his offer. Neither your mind nor your body was ready to be with another man, and Hyungwon's name on your phone still held too many promises for you to brush him off so quickly. You needed at least a final taste before saying goodbye. At least one.
“Why does everything have to be about sex with you?” You reply, stung by his words, even though you knew that was the only thing he could have told you. He shrugs, pushing his hair back with one hand, as he pours himself another drink with the other.
“Because that’s the reason why you’re here” He retorts, tilting his head in an ironic gesture. “You want me to fuck you”
You sigh, downing the rest of your glass before sliding it back to him. He pours you some more liquor, before sliding it back, this cold and arrogant look that you hate so much on his face. You drink half the glass before slamming it back on the counter. Your thoughts are becoming fuzzy and confused, alcohol and negative emotions not being the best combination for rational thinking.
“You’re right…” you mutter, scratching the back of your head, as you’re tapping on the counter with your index finger again. “It seemed to have slipped out of my mind for a while… I guess had too many drinks” You laugh, but there’s not even an ounce of amusement in your voice.
Hyungwon squints his eyes and furrows his eyebrows at your words, and you down the rest of your glass in one gulp before slamming it back on the counter. You’re afraid to look at him, you fear you’re going to combust if you do so. It’s really weird how he pretends and acts like he’s above feeling anything, yet you can feel the scorch of his anger swallow you whole and turn you to ashes. Why he’s angry is beyond you, considering how he just stomped on your umpteenth attempt to get through to him. You remember reading somewhere that what draws you into someone often ends up becoming the same thing that drives you away, and you can’t help a crooked smile; his aloofness stopped being hot when you started wanting him closer.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Hyungwon asks, just like you know he would. You sigh, before finally looking up at him. He looks like he wants to destroy you completely, to break everything that you are, and you start biting your bottom lip in apprehension. It’s one of those nights.
“Of course, I do” you reply, looking up at him with a crooked smile, before taking his glass and downing it. You’re acting on autopilot as if something had broken inside of you and the part of you that has learned to satisfy his every desire has taken over. It's one of those nights.
You get off your stool and make your way to him, melting your lips against his as your hands slip under his shirt. Hyungwon tastes like memories – like the sweet aftertaste of the bourbon that you sipped from his glass on the thunderous night; cinnamon, toasted vanilla bean, chocolate. You bite on his bottom lip when it’s time to pull away, tilt your head to bite his skin. His breath catches in his throat, and you start kissing his neck, his shoulder, and his chest, as your fingers make quick work of his shirt. The piece of fabric falls on the floor, while you keep smearing his skin in dark scarlet lipstick. You kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt.
“I guess that date didn’t go so well after all,” he says, slowly pushing the hair away from your face with the tip of his hot fingers with a crooked smile. He seems so satisfied to have you here in this position despite what you’ve told him earlier – and you feel so stupid to fight against someone you have no power against.
Without taking your eyes away from his, you discard his pants along with his underwear before slowly wrapping your mouth around his tip, swiping his member over your wet lips a few times. Hyungwon jerks his head back in a sigh, and you’re encouraged to take as much of him in your mouth as you can. You suck him hard, creating as strong a pressure as you can around him; your lips are so tight against his member that he can’t help but moan so loud you shiver. His voice is pure honey to your ears, a sound so heavenly you’re ready to beg all the gods that you’re the only one who gets to hear him make them. While your mouth presses him so hard it’s blissful, you circle your tongue around him, and glide it over the vein running all along him; he devours you with his eyes and slowly pushes the hair away from your face. You let him go, and he holds himself and runs his tip over your sodden lips. His gaze is scorching, almost hard to hold, but in this moment when you have him wrapped around your fingers – or your lips – you feel bold, untouchable, all-powerful.
You take him again, so deep he reaches the back of your throat; your vision gets clouded by tears and you don’t get to see the expression of pure bliss on his face as he murmurs “fuck” with a voice so strangled it doesn’t even sound like him. You keep going, ignoring the tears rolling down your cheeks and the sharp sting in your throat, until your gag reflex threatens to hit, and you pull away, catching your breath. You wipe your tears, smudging away your mascara and moving the falsies from your eyes; you probably look disheveled and dirty, but that’s just how Hyungwon likes you. You stroke him a few times, as he kicks away his pants from his feet, before going back to your work and gobbling all of him down your throat. He holds your head in place and moves his hips to meet your mouth. He reaches even deeper into your throat, and you must push back on his legs to alleviate the movement. Tears stream down your face again, and wet, gagging sounds start filling the room. He keeps going and going before pulling away in a groan, tenser than you’ve ever seen him.
You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and get back on your feet, smearing lipstick on your cheek, before unzipping your dress. You kick it away, and Hyungwon grabs you by the waist as he gets up from the stool, pressing himself against you. He’s hot and hard between your legs as he bites the spot under your ear, and you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is burning against yours, his heart beating erratically, and you wish – harder than you ever have before – that you’re the only one he's doing this with. He lifts you up, holding your legs under his arms so he can slide inside of you. You bite back a scream, and let your head fall in the crook of his neck. He pins you against the window, and you shiver at the coldness of the glass on your back. When he starts moving his hips, your nails dig into his skin and your voice finally echoes in the room.
From the outside, all that people can see is dark glass, your form pressed against it, your broken screams, and your hair bouncing up and down your face is a secret shared only by the two of you. You look down at him, get lost in his eyes, your mouth wide open and your body shaking in his arms; he looks back at you, dazed, blissed out. You want to ask him do you feel it too, how right we feel together? But he kisses you, and you close your eyes, letting the thought sink into you like a bottle drowning in the ocean. Hyungwon would probably discard you if he was aware of your feelings. He would replace you with someone else; someone smarter, someone who knew their place and wouldn’t fall for him. He chews on your bottom lip, as you start shaking in his arms again. Your voice is nothing more than a cry as you gush all over him before falling limp in his arms. He caresses the small of your back, slowly coaxing you back to reality, before carefully walking you to his bed.
The smell of Hyungwon's sheets is so familiar, so soothing. You’ve spent countless hours laying there, crying, screaming, laughing, back when things between you weren’t so complicated, so rehearsed. You pull him back against you as he enters you again, more slowly this time. Your legs close around his waist, and his hands mirror the same motion around your throat. Immediately your hand is on his, your eyes close and your voice shatters in high-pitched cries as you sink deeper and deeper into a pool of crushing pleasure with each thrust. His brown eyes darkened by lust progressively disappear from your view as you start shaking again, and you succumb again. He rubs your clit with his thumb, and that’s enough push for you to explode everywhere again, some of your juices splattering on your face. You try to grab his hand to stop him but he’s way stronger and keeps pushing you until it seems like every drop of water has been drained from your body. You think it’s over, but he starts slapping your clit with his member and it feels like electricity suddenly traveling down your body. He coats himself in your juices before sliding inside of you once again.
You bite your hand at the intrusion, but he slaps it away, pinning your hand above your head with one hand. He starts slamming his hips against yours, ramming into you at a pace that makes it hard to keep your eyes open. He places his other hand around your throat again and presses so hard that your screams are muffled, cut in between by the movement of his hips. From the small you can see from your half-closed eyes, his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his bottom lip, his eyes so dark you can’t even differentiate between his pupil and his iris. Hyungwon's fucking you so hard, so fast, that you’re certain of finding bruises on your legs and neck tomorrow. Your body starts to shake and lift you off the bed, but he pins you down with a firm hand on your underbelly and keeps going. It feels so good, so intense, to have him caged between your insides and his hand like this; but it also feels too much, too deep. After a few thrusts, it starts to sting a little – he keeps hitting a spot so deep inside you that you feel like you’re being split in half, and some kind of pressure starts building up and you grit your teeth. His lips stretch into a devious grin, as tears fill your eyes. You call out his name, but he keeps going.
He pushes your legs further down, going even deeper. His face is closer to yours and he starts kissing the tears away from your eyes. The taste of blood fills your mouth, and you start crying, pain and pleasure mixing deep from within you in an almost scary way. The pressure keeps building up in your stomach until it reaches a breaking point and you’re letting yourself go all over his sheets. You think he’s going to give you a break, to let you breathe for a while but he grabs your ankle and flips you over before slamming back inside of you. Hyungwon’s not even done with you yet but you’re already sore and tired, and it doesn’t get any better when he starts spanking you in a way that takes you aback. It feels so good but it also hurts, and at this point, you don’t even have the strength to move anymore.
Your head falls back into the cushions, and he starts pressing on it so hard you find yourself fighting to breathe. Your thoughts become confused, and you don’t even know if you’re conscious until you feel the sting of his hand on your ass again. You bite down on the covers, screaming into them when you start shaking and soaking his sheets again. There’s a moment of silence before he flips you back, and when you open your eyes, he’s looking down at you with an unreadable expression. You're burning to ask him if there’s someone else? if he thinks about her when he fucks you? if she tastes better than you? if she’s the one he spills his secrets to? if he loves her? If he has ever loved you? You can’t trust your lips, and your heavy heart threatens to explode and spill over his sheets.
You get on your knees, pulling him out of his thoughts as you close your lips around his tip again, lowering your mouth to his length until he reaches the back of your throat. This time he grabs a fistful of your hair and moves his hips at a pace so punishing that the sounds you’re making are echoing against the walls of his bedroom. He keeps fucking you hard, his hands shaking and his voice shattering a little more every time. You push back against his thighs, but he holds your head in place until he finally lets himself go and fills your mouth in a moan so heavenly you feel yourself shiver. Looking up at him, you swallow everything with fluttering lashes and the most innocent expression you can muster. Hyungwon caresses your cheek with a smirk, before leaning down to kiss you. You fall back on the sheets, and he crashes next to you, pressing your head against his chest. He starts playing with your hair, in that same oddly intimate way he does every time. He always feels like a different person after sex, and it’s hard to know which one is the real him.
“Are you okay?” He asks, kissing the top of your head as you slowly hum in response. You curl up around him, basking in the feeling of his skin against yours, of his smell mixing with yours and becoming one. It feels so right, yet it can’t go on any longer.
“I can’t keep doing this” you mutter, as Hyungwon keeps playing with your hair. You take a deep breath. “Sex isn’t enough for me anymore, I want all of you” You’ve thought about this long and deep, slowly building up the courage to say those words to his face. Your voice – unlike your heart – doesn't even crack when you speak, and he doesn’t seem taken aback either. “I want to know your thoughts, feel every single one of your emotions, and know all of your secrets…I know that’s not what we agreed on, but that’s how I feel”
Hyungwon acts like you didn't even speak, his hands stil drawing a soothing motion in your hair. It hurts to feel him so close yet to sense that he's so far. His heart has forever remained out of your touch, to the point where you start to believe the ones that you told he didn't have one. How he can be capable of so much affection towards you while simultaneously be so cold and detached is something you simply don't get. Does he even feel anything towards you? Was it just his way of keeping you there, of giving you just enough treats to keep you around in his house, to stop you from looking for attention somewhere else?
“I wasn’t expecting you to say anything” you add, sitting up so you can watch him. He gets up as soon as you do, placing his hand on the small of your back before pressing you against his hot chest. “I was just hoping you’ll listen and understand my heart…” you whisper, tracing the lines of his abs. “I will miss you, Hyungwon” Your lips stretch into a small smile before you slip out of his bed.
You don’t even cry when you’re alone in front of the bathroom mirror, maybe because you know he’s only seconds away and will be able to hear every single sob. There’s no point crying here because he won’t come to hug you through the pain this time, but will probably stay in his bed and wait for you to leave while he texts another girl to come and fill in for the second round of sex you failed to deliver. You don't have to know about that.
You open a drawer with shaky hands and grab some oil and a cleansing balm, before closing it. It’s funny how you know so many things about Hyungwon, yet you know nothing about him at the same time. You know his favorite dishes, his favorite drinks, his favorite color, the lyrics to his favorite songs, who his favorite artists are, where he likes to go on vacation, what he does to ease his mind when he feels anxious, yet you don’t know who he is or what he feels. You don’t know what all these years with him were about. You don’t why he took you where he grew up, why he called you to his studio in the middle of the night countless times because he “needed you to finish some songs,” why he becomes cold every time you mention another man. You don’t know anything, actually.
Hyungwon suddenly appears behind you in the mirror as you’re smearing his toner on your face. You tense a little at the sight of him; his hair is comically not messy, but you can still see where you’ve bitten him on the neck. He leans in the doorframe, arms crossed on his chest, looking at you with an expression you can’t read – not that it matters anyway. You quickly comb through your hair with your fingers, before opening the cupboard, looking for some lip balm. You search through the mess, and your eyes land on the familiar shape of your perfume sitting among countless bottles of other ones and lotions.
“You still have this thing?” you ask excitedly with a laugh, turning around to show him the bottle. He nods, and you turn back around, spraying the perfume on your neck and on the insides of your wrist, before turning it around to see if the engraving of your name is still intact – it is, and you smile. You forgot this bottle in the bathroom of his hotel suite when you joined him the day after your birthday. When you asked about it, he had told you that he didn’t find it – yet here it was. “I thought you didn’t find it?”
“I wanted it for myself” Hyungwon answers, uncrossing his arms. “I was afraid you’d find me weird for keeping it” you sneer, placing the bottle back in his cupboard before closing it.
“You’d find me weird if I wore the clothes you forget at my place?” you ask, and he smiles. You shrug with a little smile, before walking past him to make your way out of the bathroom, but he grabs you by the waist to bring you back against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck without even realizing it, and he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. You soak in the moment, filling yourself in his embrace and drinking in his smell one last time. You’re going to cry, and the urge to leave becomes urgent. Hyungwon seems to sense it, and hugs you tighter.
“Don’t leave” he whispers in your ear, “Please.”
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blu-joons · 2 years
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When He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After ~ Monsta X Reaction
Shownu:
“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” The groan that came from you as you stood up from the bed immediately woke Hyunwoo up, snapping upright and looking across at you.
Your hands rested over your stomach as you tried your best to ease the pain that you felt. “I told you that you were being too rough last night,” you scolded, not quite knowing what to do.
“Doesn’t this feel like the old days?”
Your eyes widened as Hyunwoo spoke, “this is not the time for reminiscing Hyunwoo, we’ve got lunch with my parents, I can’t show up walking like this to meet them.”
“At least they’ll know you’re well taken care of,” Hyunwoo smirked, “that’s important.”
Your head immediately shook at him, “I don’t want my parents knowing anything about what we did last night, and they won’t want to know either.”
“The table isn’t booked until one,” he reminded you, “why don’t you let me run you a bath? We used to do that, and it helped.”
You nodded back at him, “if the pain doesn’t go, you’ve got to help me think of an excuse.”
“I think your walk explains itself Y/N.”
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Minhyuk:
“Are you still in bed?” Minhyuk sniggered as he walked back up the stairs after finishing his meeting online, noticing you tucked under the duvet. “You can’t stay there all day.”
Your head nodded in reply to Minhyuk as he sat down at the bottom of the bed. “I did try to get up, but it really hurt Minhyuk. There is no way that I’m leaving this spot unless I really have to.”
“Why does it hurt just to stand?”
A quizzical expression formed on your face, but Minhyuk was clueless. “Do you remember anything of what happened last night?” You asked as his smile dropped.
“I made you unable to walk,” he proudly remarked, “I thought that was just a joke.”
Your head shook as you still felt the pain linger from where you’d tried to walk, “I’m definitely not joking about how much this is hurting me right now.”
“I would say sorry, but I don’t think I am,” Minhyuk shyly admitted, “I’m feeling a little bit smug, is that allowed right now?”
Your shoulders shrugged back at him, “even if I tell you no, you’ll still be smug.”
“I’m a guy, can you blame me?”
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Kihyun:
“Y/N, let me help you,” Kihyun called out to you as he watched you take small steps around the bedroom, feeling slightly sorry knowing that he was the reason for your struggle.
Your head shook as you tried your best to walk through it and hope that it would ease. “You could have helped me last night by not being so rough,” you smartly replied to him.
“I didn’t hear you saying no.”
Your eyes rolled as Kihyun smugly replied to you as well. “I didn’t think that saying yes would leave me walking like this,” you huffed, staring across at him on the bed.
“I can help you,” Kihyun reminded you, “maybe I could get you a hot water bottle?”
Your head shook once again, “I can’t show up at work with a hot water bottle wrapped around me, they’ll all be asking questions first of all.”
“That’s alright, you can just tell them all that you’ve got a boyfriend that knows his way around the bedroom,” Kihyun sniggered.
Your eyes widened straight away, “you’d get a kick out of me doing that, wouldn’t you?”
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
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Hyungwon:
“Are you alright?” Hyungwon laughed as he watched you stand up from the bed, needing to take a moment to steady yourself at the surprising pain that you felt. “Do you need a hand?”
Your head shook as you turned back to Hyungwon laid on the bed, offering him a reassuring smile too. “Just a little bit achy, that’s all,” you replied, not wanting to give anything away to Hyungwon.
“Are you sure that you just ache?”
You took a few small steps forwards, biting down on your bottom lip to try and ignore the pain that you felt. “Just need to wake up, that’s all,” you murmured to yourself.
“Wake up from last night?” Hyungwon enquired, “I feel a little bit responsible here Y/N.”
Your eyes looked back to Hyungwon once again, “I’m not giving you the satisfaction of knowing this pain is from you last night,” you quickly told him.
“Why don’t you just let me give you a hand to where you want to go until your legs wake up?” Hyungwon offered, “it’s my fault.”
Your hand raised to stop him nearing you, “I think you’ve done enough already.”
“I definitely did plenty last night.”
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Jooheon:
“What about if you just told them that you were under the weather?” Jooheon asked you as he watched you struggle to get yourself dressed in order to get yourself to work.
Your head shook, despite the wide smile that was on Jooheon’s face. “Sick days are for when you’re sick, they’ll know that I’m lying when they hear in my voice that I’m absolutely fine.”
“Why don’t you let me ring for you?”
The corners of your smile turned up as Jooheon spoke. “Stop encouraging me to take the day off,” you scolded, watching as Jooheon’s shoulders shrugged back at you.
“I can take care of you,” he reminded you, “it’s the least that I can do after last night.”
You looked around the bedroom, still feeling plenty of pain. “If I take the day off, are you going to take the day off to be here with me?”
“In a heartbeat,” Jooheon quickly told you, “you’re not sick, but you’re in pain, aren’t those basically just the same things anyway?”
Your eyes rolled back at him, “you’ve got all of this thought out, haven’t you?”
“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”
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I.M:
“There you are,” Changkyun smiled as he heard the bedroom door open, letting go of a quiet laugh though as he watched you walking in. “Why are you walking like you’re in pain?”
You shot a glare across at Changkyun as soon as he finished speaking. “You can wipe that smug smirk off of your face straight away Im Changkyun, you know why I’m walking like I’m in pain.”
“Was last night that much for you?”
You quickly reached out, relieved to hold onto the frame of the bed for support. “I have to go to work this morning and look at the state of me to go in too.”
“You’ve got an hour,” Changkyun reminded you, “at least let me get you some pain relief.”
A sigh came from you as he stood up from the bed, “I’m going to need more than pain relief to get rid of this pain. I’ll be the talk of the office.”
“I’m sure all of your colleagues have done the walk of shame into the office before,” Changkyun tried his best to assure you.
Your eyes quickly let him know that he had failed though, “I’ve got a reputation.”
“Yeah, that you have a great boyfriend.”
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seungkwansphd · 2 years
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oops, all ubers!
pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 550 summary: celeb!hyungwon gets into your uber on accident and embarrasses himself just slightly. but he’s nothing if not persistent and luckily he’s exactly your flavor of awkward charm. genre/themes: meet cute, reporter!YN, drabble, fluff.
a/n: idk but here it is HAHA. thanks again to @wavelikewhat​ for the proofread & pep talk!
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“Ah, here we go,” Hyungwon mumbled to himself as his Uber pulled up. Without flashing a glance, he pulled open the rear passenger seat to get in.
“YN?” the driver asked, glancing back to his app.
“Ah,  my car!” your eyes lit up from down the block. You jogged over at a medium pace and were confused to see a man half-in your car already. “Sorry? I think this is my Uber?” you gestured at the man to get his attention.
“Oh! Shoot, my bad!” Hyungwon flushed, glancing between you, the driver, and his phone. “Sorry, mine’s the same make and model.”
“No worries,” you chuckled, wondering why he looked so familiar, “Honestly we’re probably headed to the same place. If I wasn’t worried about being murdered, I’d offer you a ride,” you laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hey, the best murderers are nothing if not persistent,” he joked, feeling oddly transfixed by you. Your Uber driver made a weird face at him before pulling away and he realized just how strange of a comment he had just made. He could only hope that you hadn’t heard him as his eyes followed your car away.
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    You wanted to hit yourself on the head for not recognizing Hyungwon during the Uber incident. As you sat in the crowd watching him on stage, you couldn’t help but chide yourself. Fiddling with your press badge, you watched him with interest as you waited for the event to start. At times, his eyes roved the crowd and it almost seemed like he was looking for someone. You wondered who.
    Hyungwon took another quick scan of the crowd. He could’ve sworn he’d seen your car pulling away when his had arrived at the conference center. It wasn’t like there were too many events happening here, so you were likely to be in attendance as well, right? He cursed the dim lighting on the crowd as he tried not to make his searching too obvious.
    About halfway through the event, he finally found you. You had raised your hand to ask a question of his co-star and he’d almost pouted, forgetting he was on stage. Luckily, he’d had the presence of mind to jot down the name of your publication. That should make matters easier.
“And what time is the after event?” Hyungwon heard his co-star confirm with the agent.
“Starts at 7pm. You’re all free to wander and explore until then, but remember you are contractually obligated to attend.”
“Is it just talent and management?” Hyungwon found himself asking.
“No, press is invited too, so don’t get too drunk,” his manager warned, knowing him a bit too well.
    Hyungwon grumbled playfully at his manager, though a bubble of hope rose in his chest that you’d be in attendance too. He couldn’t really explain why, but he wanted to apologize if he’d come off weird earlier and get to know you better.
“Told you I’m persistent,” Hyungwon chuckled lightly as he approached you.
“It seems so,” you flushed, oddly charmed by his awkward sense of humor. “Here to murder me now?”
“Hmm, I think there might be better ways for us to use the time, if I‘m being honest,” he cocked his head to the side and you were inclined to agree.
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iibonniee · 4 months
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Ice Skating | Chae Hyungwon
Paring: Chae Hyungwonx Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Word Count: 829
Prompt: Ice Skating
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Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii
Hyungwon was the type of person to make anything look easy to do. For example, his dance was almost far too flawless, his movement fluid and ethereal in nature. Every step he took, every wave of his hand was perfectly timed, aligning with the rhythm of music so seamlessly that it was almost as if the melody was born from his movement rather than the other way around. Even the complex footwork, which in the hands of a less skilled dancer would have been a stumbling block, appeared as simple as breathing when Hyungwon executed them.
Despite his exceptional skills, the charm of his dance was its deceptive simplicity. The movements were so smooth and natural that they invited onlookers to mirror them, deceiving the viewer into believing they, too, could dance with the same grace and ease. Everything Hyungwon did ask for participation, making it easy for anyone observing to feel like they could partake in the rhythm.
Just as effortlessly, Hyungwon transitioned into ice skating. He was as natural on the ice as he was on the dance floor, his grace and skill unhampered by the change in terrain. Watching Hyungwon ice skate was akin to watching a swan glide across a still lake. There was a serene elegance to it that simply enchanted.
Yet, just as before, his movements were so fluid and natural that they made you believe you could step onto the ice and join him. In such scenarios, it was impossible not to be enamored by his talent and, ultimately, by Hyungwon himself.
Which, in all honesty, caught Y/N off guard. As much as she tried to remember if he had done this before, her brain felt like it would explode if she thought about it any harder. The ice beneath his skates was like his dance floor back in Seoul; his skates were his favorite pair of sneakers.
She attempted to solve this as if she were a math puzzle. 2+2=4, but those skates plus the ice equaled what the fuck? There was no solving such a problem. Not even if she begged Albert Einstein to do it. She was sure even he would never be able to solve such a problem.
As she stood at the edges of the ice rink, Y/N studied Hyungwon. He was like a swan, his movements elegant and effortless, as though he had been born with ice skates on his feet. His fluidity left her awestruck.
“Why are you so good at this, Hyungwon?” Y/N blurted out before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened as he turned to look at her, a teasing smile playing across his lips. She stammered, caught off guard by his reaction, “I mean, we’ve never done this before, right? Not even back in Seoul.”
Her query was justified; it was a conundrum. From where was this natural grace springing? Even if she summoned the ghost of Sherlock Holmes, she doubted he could unlock the mystery.
Unperturbed, Hyungwon just shrugged, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I guess I’m just a natural,” he said cheekily. Then, seeing her bemused expression, she added, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
And so, under the magnificent New York skies, he did. Like two synchronized dancers, they moved across the frozen waters of the city that never sleeps, creating memories that would last an eternity. The mystery was never solved, lost within the magic of their first shared New York adventure.
With an encouraging nod, he held out a hand towards her. Hesitant at first, Y/N reached out and took it. His touch sent warmth seeping into her despite the chill surrounding them.
“Now, all you need to do is trust me and follow my lead,” Hyungwon said, guiding her onto the smooth, icy surface. He steadied her as she wobbled, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Relax, Y/N. You’re doing great.”
He skated backward, pulling her along with him, their movements slow and uncoordinated at first. It was a dance between patience and perseverance. He was there to catch her with every fumble, their laughter echoing in the crisp winter air.
Y/N was methodically getting the hang of it, her movements becoming less jerky and more fluid with each passing minute. When she finally managed to skate a small distance on her own, a sense of accomplishment washed over her, a wide grin plastered on her face.
“Did you see that, Hyungwon?” she chirped. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, but her eyes sparkled brighter than any of the city lights surrounding them. He nodded, his signature heartwarming smile lighting up his features.
“I knew you could do it, Y/N!” His praise lifted her spirits even higher.
As the night wore on, so did their shared ice-skating adventure, filled with laughter, gentle ribbing, and soft whispers of encouragement. The enigma of Hyungwon’s natural knack for skating soon faded into the background, replaced by the heart-warming connection they were weaving under the starry New York sky.
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etherealyoonghwa · 1 year
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Monsta X Recommendations
I.M
feel better @moonhoures
He Calls You Clingy @blu-joons
‘til death do we part, changkyun @mxnrly
Babe @kimbapuhkidding
chasing love - two @peachoony
“Why can’t I ever get enough of you ?” @crabsxdragons
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” @milfgyuu
Time for a Change @kwanisms
Jealousy @kwanisms
Give it a Chance @kwanisms
Close your eyes and hold out your hands @bebecue
Wrong Number @prettywordsyouleft
Affectionately Attached @jae-bummer
“You’re still here and I already miss you” @crabsxdragons
DATING IM CHANGKYUN @taexual
Minhyuk
Ditto @svtcarat-exo-l
Shownu
a blackout @shownusgfayoooo
Hyungwon
Angel @eternalmx
Unknown Number @heartau
Fuck Away The Pain @seunguwoos
[10:49 p.m] @bearseokie
Friends Don’t Do That @welovekpopscenarios
Kihyun
I Only Hate You A Little- Part 4 @little-chimchim
Cruel Lips @little-chimchim
Borrowed @little-chimchim
Jooheon
Dating Jooheon would include @ultkpp-blog
Ot6/7
When He Carries An Item Specifically For You @blu-joons
When You Feel Lonely @blu-joons
When He Gets Jealous Of Another Guy @blu-joons
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When you confess your feelings to them @narika-a
Them crying in their s/o’s arms after a hard day @narika-a
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Monsta X as the guy who hits on you in a bookstore @thesnowinthemountains
You wearing their shirt/sweater as pajamas @sugarjaee
Asking to call you baby girl @cho-ji-eun
First Time: Kissing @fymoanstax
Zoey Masterlist @k-llama-llama
Zoey Masterlist P.2 @k-llama-llama
"when I get home you better be on the bed waiting for me" @kpurereactions
Thigh riding @taexual
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