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sotteoks · 1 year
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──★ ˙pairing: Hyungwon x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙warnings/contents: MDNI, SMUT, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, established relationship, boyfriend!Hyungwon, facefucking with lots of spit/drool, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, soft dom!Hyungwon, lowkey sassy sub!reader lmfao, reader plays with hyungwon's nips for like two seconds, sideways sex position for extra intimacy, let's assume reader is on the pill or some other contraceptive because of the creampie finish, . let me know if i missed anything! ⸜ (。˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝ ──★ ˙word count: 4.1k ──★ ˙summary: Hyungwon doesn’t expect you to be able celebrate his special day with him but you end up surprising him. ──★ ˙ a/n: this was my first time writing sex in a position other than missionary or doggy so if u couldnt figure out what was going on...here's the reference i was using keke
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It’s our body language pillow talk
“Happy birthday Hyungwon!”
The candles on the cake are blown out as Hyungwon sits at the head of table in some fancy restaurant the company booked out, surrounded by his bandmates he’s grown to see as brothers as well as a few close friends and of course, staff members. Even his family had made the trip to celebrate his special day with him. Everything was so well thought out and planned with care so he didn’t have to stress about anything. It was a nice sentiment to just have a day that’s about him and only him after restless weeks spent working. But it wasn’t perfect. There was one thing missing that was hindering Hyungwon’s heart from feeling totally content with today’s events.
You weren’t present to celebrate with him.
Hyungwon should have known better to think that you would seriously miss his birthday. You were way too in love with him to let work get in the way of celebrating his special day if you were able to do something about it. So of course, you worked your ass off during your business trip so you could fly back early and surprise him. Worn out from the long flight and change in timezone, by the time you were done tidying up your shared apartment and decorating it, you were ready to pass out. It felt like you were fighting to keep your eyes open as you did your makeup after getting changed into the new lingerie you purchased on your trip.  
You had no idea what time Hyungwon would be returning from his birthday dinner and whether or not they’d go out drinking afterwards. You contemplated texting one of his band members to ask what they were currently doing, but since no one knew you came back early, you didn’t want to risk them somehow spoiling your surprise. There had been one too many occasions where you had planned something for Hyungwon only for one of the boys to blab to him or let it slip that they knew what you were up to. This time, you were adamant on not letting them meddle. 
You had no idea what time Hyungwon would be returning from his birthday dinner and whether or not they’d go out drinking afterwards. You contemplated texting one of his band members to ask what they were currently doing, but since no one knew you came back early, you didn’t want to risk them somehow spoiling your surprise. There had been one too many occasions where you had planned something for Hyungwon only for one of the boys to blab to him or let it slip that they knew what you were up to. This time, you were adamant on not letting them meddle. 
The odds weren’t looking so good as you didn’t know if Hyungwon would be home in ten minutes or two hours. The apartment looked good, you looked great, and sitting around doing nothing but waiting for him was making time seem to slow down to a snail’s crawl. You paced around the apartment as a feeble attempt to keep yourself awake while you waited; which just wore you out even more. Going back into the bedroom, you find one of Hyungwon’s shirts and slip into it to keep yourself warm for the time being; finding comfort in his scent for a minute before returning to the living room to curl up on the couch. Getting into a comfortable position, you rest your eyes for a bit.  A tiny nap couldn’t hurt, right? 
Somehow, Hyungwon had successfully convinced everyone that drinking until the early hours of the morning was unnecessary to celebrate and he was finally able to go home; lugging all his birthday presents along with him after being dropped off by his manager. Though he spent the day surrounded by most of his loved ones, Hyungwon felt drained after having to put up a front and act like he was fine with the fact you weren’t around. When he unlocks the door to his apartment to reveal your shoes at the entryway that weren’t there when he left earlier, he nearly drops everything he was holding to run into the living room; the door slamming shut behind him in his haste. 
The living room is dimly lit with a bunch of white and silver balloons on strings floating in the air with a few stray ones scattered on the floor. Further examining the room, he notices an assortment of gift bags on the coffee table but at the moment Hyungwon isn’t very interested in that. His eyes land on your sleeping figure donning only his shirt. Setting down the gifts he acquired earlier, he tries his best to tip toe over to you so he doesn’t wake you from your slumber. But you were such a light sleeper and Hyungwon was just so...Hyungwon. His coordination is slightly off and he accidentally walks into the coffee table while approaching you, letting out a small yelp of surprise that causes you to stir. Groggily sitting up on the couch, you blink the sleep out of your eyes feeling just a tad disoriented from the short nap. Once your eyes adjusted and you realized Hyungwon was back home, you leapt up from your spot and ran into his arms. He welcomes you into his embrace more than happily, arms wrapping around your waist with naughty hands going to settle on your ass. 
“Happy birthday, my love!” You excitedly pepper his face in kisses; giving him a kiss for every year of wisdom and experiences he’s acquired before giving him one extra for good luck. 
You start to go on about how Hyungwon should start opening his presents since you had bought him a few things on your trip and you had also noticed the gifts he brought back with him, but the way his lips go to occupy the flesh of your neck makes it hard to think straight. It was almost like clockwork how everytime you and Hyungwon reunited after spending time away from each other, there was no use trying to talk to him until he released all the pent up sexual frustration that accumulated while the two of you were apart. However, the frustration Hyungwon feels today is slightly different due to the fact spent most of his birthday sulking about how it would have been a perfect day if you had been around. Now that you were finally here in his arms, his mind was swimming with all the ways to spend the rest of his birthday with you.
“You know I love you, right?” He mumbles against your skin.  “I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”
His words make you feel hot all over and it’s enough to get you at the same level of lust he was currently experiencing. Before you let yourself get too carried away, you keep in mind that he’s the birthday boy and today is all about him. Reluctantly pulling back from him, you take Hyungwon’s hand and lead him down the hall to your bedroom and instruct him to sit at the edge of the bed. Getting down on your knees, you settle between his legs and affectionately nuzzle against his inner thigh.
“It’s your birthday, I’m supposed to be the one giving you a treat.” You remind him softly, peeking up at him through your lashes while nimble hands caress the bulge in his pants. “Just sit back and relax for now.” 
 You feel his cock twitch ever so slightly under your lithe touch before it starts to get more rigid. Once you’re satiated with how hard he is, your hands go to undo the button and fly of his pants then eagerly tug the article of clothing off along with his boxers. With Hyungwon’s cooperation, you get him totally naked and now face the most perfect ratio of length to girth. Your tongue starts to feel heavy in your mouth as you spend a few seconds ogling at your boyfriend’s beautiful cock before taking the base in one of your hands and giving one single lick from his balls to the tip. When you reach the tip, you encase it in your warm mouth, provoking a groan from Hyungwon that only serves as encouragement to you. Your tongue languidly swirls around the bulbous head of his cock, effectively lapping away the single bead of precum that managed to escape. The saline flavor almost invigorates you once it hits your tastebuds and you crave more of it. Hyungwon seems to desire the same thing as his long fingers go to weave themselves into your hair, using it as leverage to get you to take more of his length into your mouth. You had gone down on him more times than you could count and whenever he got a little more rough, it always excited you. But everytime without fail, you would be caught off guard by him hitting the back of your throat. 
“You look so cute with your mouth full of my dick.” He muses, one of his hands briefly leaving your hair to fondly pat your cheek which you’re only able to let out a small hum in response to. 
While Hyungwon is basking the feel of your hot mouth surrounding his cock, you’re left helplessly drooling around him while he holds you in place; fighting your gag reflex for the sake of his pleasure. Once he’s completely bathed in your saliva he pulls you off of his length, leaving you panting softly as a small stringy bit of your spit keeps you connected to him. Despite being slightly breathless, your mind is so fixated on making Hyungwon feel good you immediately take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off with gusto and earn yourself a series of salacious compliments.
“That filthy little mouth is so good,” Hyungwon rasps out as he lets his head fall back in bliss. “Look at me.” He commands. 
With your mouth full, eyes glossy, and saliva pooling in your mouth as you peek up at your boyfriend, he thinks you’re the most beautiful like this. You continue to bob your head along his cock, trying your best to not break eye contact but the tears stinging the corner of your eyes each time you take his length down your throat makes the simple task much more difficult than it should be. But you don’t have it in you to stop;  you swallow him eagerly but still can’t help but wince when the tip grazes the back of your throat again. A few tears manage to escape the corners of your eyes but it doesn’t phase you as you keep sucking him off. You try your best to slurp up the spit that’s threatening to spill past your lips but it's a futile attempt as Hyungwon grips tight on to your hair and starts bucking into your mouth.
“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” Hyungwon comments teasingly despite knowing damn well he was the very reason why you were making such a mess. 
At this point, it feels like your jaw is fixed open from having to be open so wide to accommodate him in your mouth. You could endure Hyungwon facefucking you for however long he needed, but the front of your shirt is totally drenched in your own spit and it was getting hard to ignore the discomfort caused by it. Tapping his leg twice with one of your hands, you signal him to relinquish his firm hold on you.  Hyungwon quickly pulls you off of his length before releasing his grasp on your hair and looks at you in concern.
“Was I too rough?” He asks, which you respond to with a small laugh as you shake your head ‘no’. You quickly pull off the soaked shirt you were wearing and discard it off to the side; finally revealing the new lingerie you had purchased for this evening. Hyungwon marvels at the sight of you in the light pink sheer lace undergarments that mold so perfectly to your body. You figured he would enjoy this particular set, but you were surprised to see his dick twitching at just the sight of you wearing it. 
With the wet piece of fabric out of the way, you’re now comfortable enough to get back to work but before your lips can resume their place on Hyungwon’s length, he grabs you by the wrist and yanks you up to face him. Swiftly pulling you into his lap, his lips go to find your’s, kissing you with such ferocity it creates this almost unbearable ache between your legs. Your body seems to act on its own accord as it tries to get some relief for heat flooding your lower half by pressing your barely clothed cunt against Hyungwon’s stiff cock. The simple contact doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend and he can’t help but grin deviously about how needy you were; it wasn’t a surprise or anything but oh how he loved seeing you get all worked up like this.
When you try to grind against Hyungwon to get more contact to satiate your lust, his hands move to hold your hips stationary which causes to break away from the heated lip lock just so you could pout at him.
“Don’t give me that look.” He chides in a somewhat stern tone that arouses the little butterflies in your stomach and makes them flutter around. 
“Or what?” You challenge lightheartedly as your hands explore the milky expanse of his lean torso, your fingers playfully grazing over his rosy nipples. He shivers ever so slightly at the ticklish sensation of you teasing the buds until they had gotten hard but that had not amused Hyungwon as his expression remained steely. “You’re always under me.”  
You open your mouth to make another teasing remark only to yelp in surprise as one of Hyungwon’s hands leaves your hip just to come back down and smack your ass with so much force that the mere sound of the action makes you flinch in surprise. You feign being hurt and upset at the rough treatment but Hyungwon knows better. And even if you hadn’t made it clear early on in your relationship that you had a slight masochist streak, your panty clad pussy that was still pressed up against his bare cock would have given you away—he could quite literally feel your arousal soaking through the thin fabric the undergarment was composed of.  
The same hand that spanked you migrates between your thighs and pulls the flimsy material to the side before Hyungwon’s long, slender fingers practically glide across your slick lower lips then coat the digits in your nectar. 
Easing his middle and ring finger into your weeping hole, he’s met with very little resistance as your pussy eagerly sucks the digits in and clings on to them as he slowly moves them out of you, eliciting a small gasp from you. Hyungwon’s cock can’t help but pulse in excitement as he wants to replace his finger within you so bad, he almost wants to let your smart remark slide. But as the birthday boy, Hyungwon wanted to get the most out of his favorite gift. 
You forget about Hyungwon’s other hand that had been anchored on your hip until you feel the pads of his fingers digging into your flesh as a means of holding you in place when you try to move. Almost immediately as a response, the digits that were filling your hole curl in search of your sweet spot, successfully locating it in no time. Another moan pours from your lungs, giving you away and Hyungwon starts pumping his fingers in and out of you; hitting that special spot every time and causing more of those pretty sounds to involuntarily escape you. Your moans and whines mix in with the sounds of your wet, juicy cunt getting fucked by Hyungwon’s oh so lovely fingers. As your inner thighs tremble a bit and you feel the ball of heat in the pit of your stomach rapidly forming just so it could burst, you can’t tell what exactly pushes you to the edge.
Was it Hyungwon teasing you for being so easy to please? Telling you how fun it was to watch you fall apart in mere minutes just because of his fingers. Was it because of how erotic it was to have Hyungwon exercise such control over you even if he was beneath you and caged with your slightly shaky arms? Or perhaps it was a culmination of all those factors arousing you to the point you couldn’t contain yourself. 
None of that matters when you orgasm as the consistent stimulation of your g-spot causes a clear stream of liquid to dispel from your lower half; you had not only soaked your panties and Hyungwon’s hand but you also managed to rain on his cock that stood tall, craving attention the whole time his fingers were having all the fun. 
“H-ha, fuck.” You pant softly, reeling in the aftermath of such an intense and quick finish. Your body feels like jelly and you no longer have the energy nor will to hold yourself up on all fours. 
You let your tired body flop over to the empty space of the bed, whimpering at the feel of Hyungwon’s fingers slipping out of you during the movement.
“Still jet-lagged?” Hyungwon asks you with a gentle smile as he moves to lay on his side to face you, mirroring your current position. 
“Mhm.” 
You figured that the sex would be on hold for at least a few minutes while you recovered since it was extremely rare for Hyungwon to be on top. He had this fascination that bordered on obsession with watching you needily fuck yourself on his cock and liked giving you the illusion of control until he felt like reminding you who was really in charge. You didn’t have any expectations for what Hyungwon could have wanted for birthday sex but a switch up in your usual dynamic was the last thing you would have guessed.
“Just give me one more minute and I’ll-”
Before you could finish your sentence, Hyungwon shushes you softly and pulls you closer, eliminating the gap between the two of you. Plump lips engage with yours in a languid kiss so intoxicating, you barely even notice Hyungwon lifting your leg and hooking his arm around your thigh before swiping your panties to the side once more with his other hand then easing his cock inside of you. Assisting Hyungwon in the foreign position, your hand goes to support your lifted leg; holding it up as high as you could by the knee while Hyungwon’s grasp moves from your thigh to your ass. A couple adjustments had to be made to make it feel less awkward, but after the two of you are situated you realize that this arrangement satiates your mutual desire to be as close as possible after being apart for so long. Once Hyungwon is assured that you're comfortable, he begins to slowly rock his hips against yours. 
Hyungwon’s shallow fucking stimulates a different part of your walls than his fingers had and it has your mind swirling with only thoughts about how good he was making you feel right now. Not having to ride Hyungwon after he had gifted you such a powerful climax made you feel so spoiled, you almost forgot that he was the birthday boy.   Carefully timed thrusts paired with the intimacy of seeing your boyfriend’s beautiful face up close has your pussy practically drooling around his cock. It’s quite literally a different change of pace since you were so accustomed to frantically bouncing in his lap or having him pummeling into you from below. Most of his focus is being put toward rough but still deliberate and sharp movements to stimulate the sensitive zones within your silky walls. 
“God, you love it like this, don’t you?” He mumbles against your lips, receiving not only an eager nod from you in response but also the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock as confirmation to how much you were enjoying this position. 
Despite the fact Hyungwon was putting in half as much effort as usual, you became a total mess before him with minimal exertion on his end. It was truly the sweetest treat to him whether you were aware of it or not. Though even if you were totally drunk on the feeling of his cock, the pretty sounds that left Hyungwon were an obvious indicator of just how much he was enjoying being sheathed in your hot cunt.
One particularly harsh snap of his hips coupled with his lips occupying the flesh of your neck has you crying out in unadulterated bliss. The sensation of Hyungwon’s teeth sinking into your skin as a small punishment for getting too loud makes you clench tightly around him once more.
"Fuck. You feel so good." You pant as that familiar feeling of heat begins to build within you once more but this time seeming to burn brighter and more intensely. “You’re gonna make me cum again.” You barely manage to get out between moans.
Hyungwon pulls away from your neck at the sound of your words just so he can see the light blush warming up your cheeks from using such vulgar language; it was just another one of those things that got him really excited thus fueling him to really give it to you. His fingertips dig into the supple flesh of your ass while his hips rut into yours more aggressively. The whole time his cock keeps moving in and out of you urging you to climax, Hyungwon is lost in his own little world of pleasure; babbling on about how good you feel, how pretty you look when he’s fucking you, and how he can’t wait for you to milk his cock.
Your body feels like it’s doused in fiery lust as that heat from earlier spreads throughout you as your pussy clenches on to Hyungwon’s thick length and your head falls back with a drawn out moan as you cum for the second time this evening. 
“You’re such a good girl cumming so hard for me like that.” Hyungwon praises as his movements don’t falter, forcing you to ride out your climax. Your brain barely processes his words in your currently fucked out state so you’re only able to let out a soft moan in response. “Are you gonna let me fill your tight pussy with my cum?” He asks, looking to you mischievously. 
For some reason those words get through your hazy mind just fine and it causes your walls to cling around his cock once more. You tiredly nod your head in response but that doesn’t suffice. Even if Hyungwon was literally right there at the edge, he wasn’t finishing until he heard the words come from your mouth.
“Use your words.” He tells you in that same stern tone from earlier as his thrusts slow down but manage to become incredibly deep, making your toes curl every time the tip of his cock brushes your cervix. 
“Please...” You start off nervously, trying your best not to squirm around as you start to feel overstimulated. “Cum inside me.” 
And with your blessing, Hyungwon lets himself flood your pussy with his seed; the most beautiful sounds leaving him as the weeks worth of cum he had been saving specifically for you finally fills your hole. 
Hyungwon carefully slips out of you and you’re finally able to put your leg down after holding it up for so long. Laying back on the bed, he pulls you close and as pure instinct, you curl up on his chest. The sheets are sticky and sweaty, making it hard for you to fall asleep like you had wanted. Before you can even mention cleaning up or changing the bedding to Hyungwon, he speaks up.
“I felt kind of bad for waking you up from your nap so I didn’t wanna over do it. But I was serious about what I said earlier so don’t worry about changing the sheets yet.”
You rack your brain for a bit trying to recall what the hell he was talking about until it finally clicks. You had a long night ahead of you but honestly, being a little sleepy was a small price to pay if it meant you could be close to your lover like this and spend his special day together. 
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heyniniy · 6 months
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Faz locks do Hyungwon porfavor (Monsta X) <3
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imaginekpopidols · 7 months
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[10:48 pm] You lay down on Hyungwon's lap halfway through the movie. As the two lovers breakup on screen, you feel his gaze upon you. You look up at him and see him looking down at you instead of the screen. You raise your eyebrow at him, and he whispers, “You need to stop looking so kissable.” You blush, “What?” He smirks before cradling your head and lifting your head to kiss you. You gasp, “Fuck, Hyungwon, you can’t just do that out of nowhere.” He smirks and shrugs, still holding you close, “And you can’t just look so kissable all the time.”
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brownsugarbaybee · 1 year
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Day 29 - PILLOW PRINCE
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Pairing: Hyungwon x fem!reader
Genre: smut MDNI
Word Count: 900+-
Warnings: shoulder slap, jokes of killing, slight oral (m receiving), kissing, bitting, profanity, slight degradation if you read with a blindfold, unprotected penetrative sex (smh), cowgirl, creampie, pet names, 'princess', 'pillow prince's, 'prince'. It's lazy sex alright.
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Hyungwon sleeping next to you was new. As your best friend and roommate you were close, but this was new.
It had been pouring cats and dogs for the past two days, his ceiling had several leaks. Making the room unfit to inhabit, buckets spread out all over to catch the water.
You offered to share with him till it was sorted out.
“Won, you’re suffocating me.” Your voice is muffled against his broad chest as he’s sprawled out like a starfish. You manage to wiggle out from underneath him and slap his shoulder.
“Hey! What was that for?” leaning up on his elbows.
“You were killing me!” you say over the rain. He rubs his shoulder dramatically with a pout. “Sorry.” He flops over onto his back with a huff.
You allow your eyes to trail over his sleepy form, he looks built even underneath the flannel jammies. As you trail lower, you notice a not so little tent in is pants.
“Dude, why are you hard?” you blurt out. Hyungwon being used to your bluntness already, only shoves his hand down he pants to try and tame his boner.
“I can’t help it.”
“What do you mean you can’t ?”
“Other people get morning wood, I get night wood.”
You snort, “right, cause that’s a thing.” You say sarcastically.
“You have eyes, plus I’m too sleepy to actually be horny.” He say as a matter of fact.
You do have eyes and for some reason, they want to see what this night wood looks like outside of it’s confines. “Can I see?”
Hyungwon might have gotten whiplash from how fast he snapped to look at you, eyes wide with shock.
“What?”
“Can I se-“
“Yeah I heard you. Why?”
You shrug, “You’ve seen my boobs, so I think its only fair.”
“That was an accident!”
“So? You still did.”
Hyungwon sighs, looking into your eyes for any hint of a joke, but he finds none, only pure curiosity. He pushes the waistband of his bottoms down and releases his semi-hard dick.
You shuffle down the bed, getting eye level with his dick. It’s quite pretty, you kinda wanna..
“What’re you doing, Princess?” Hyungwon groans when he feels your tongue experimentally lick at his tip.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shakes his head and you smirk, leaning back in to leave kitty licks all over his tip then laving at his shaft to get him fully hard at slippery.
“I’m not gonna be able to sleep now.”
“That’s perfect, fuck me.”
Did those words really just leave your mouth? His best friend. Since pampers. Wants him to fuck her? He must have actually fallen asleep and is having a wet dream.
“Are you... serious?” you only hum as you continue to mouth at his now fully erect dick. He frowns at your response and you tilt your head in confusion.
“What?”
“It’s just, I’m really tired tho.” You coo, leaning upwards to hover over his face, “T’aaw, need me to do all the work?” He nods sleepily, pout not leaving his plump lips. You inch closer, whispering against them, “Alright, Pillow Prince”
Slotting your lips together in a slow, deep kiss. They move in sweet harmony and you whine feeling his hands run down your back and grab handfuls of your ass. You didn’t think you’d react so quickly to his ministrations. There was no denying your best friend was hot, but now all you want is him.
Hyungwon guides you over to straddle him, one hand caressing your ass and the other slipping between your bodies and into your sleep shorts. His fingers find your folds and what he says next, has you biting down on his lip.
“Dude, why are you wet?” he winces, sucking on his abused lip, holding back a grin as he watches you shimmy out of your shorts and panties, settling back on his lap.
“Because, I get 'night wet'.” You taunt, and he takes the bait. Lifting you up by your waist to line your entrance up with his leaking dick. You take him by surprise when you sink all the way down in one slow drag. Both moaning from the stretch and tightness.
“I didn’t prep y-“
“m’kay. My pace right?” He nods, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips, as he waits for you to adjust.
When you start rolling your hips you let out a sigh of relief, palms flat on his abs underneath the flannel. Gradually increasing the pace and bounce, Hyungwon let’s out pleasure groans. Your walls suck him back in with each down thrust, filling you up to the brim.
“Just like that, Princess.” You throw your head back and respond, “Does it feel good, Prince?” He hums reassuringly, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him.
He’s not even attempting to buck up, letting himself succumb to your ways. You appreciate that, even if you tease him for it.
“Shit, I’m close.” He grits, opening his eyes in search of yours. You’re already looking at him with blown pupils, meaning you were close too. You shift a hand, rubbing fast shapes onto your throbbing clit, causing the first part of the chain reaction.
Your walls convulse around his dick, hips faltering as he lets out a deep guttural moan when he cums deep within your walls, the heat triggering your orgasm as you cream on him, hips stilling.
Hyungwon pulls you into him, kissing you tiredly before you say, “We should try and sleep now, Prince.”
Dozing off filled to the brim on your best friends chest.
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A/N:. Our sleepy baby, *swoons*. This was fun to write. Hope you enjoy it. As always feedback is very much welcome!
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lubbuub · 2 years
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A little jealousy. 
@bleuatlas ; warning - 18+ nsfw + angst. with a little help of @eternalmx
the sound of music flowing through you body as you danced with your friends, a cup of hennessy in your hand. a hand snakes around you waist making you jump a little. it was your close friend hyungwon accompanied with another gentleman. "omg mingyu is that you?" you could recognize him anywhere, you guys attended the same high school together and you haven't seen him in 3 years. you were quick to greet him with a hug.
hyungwon's eyes quick to shift over at you guys, surprised as to how you even knew him. he was never quick to introduce you because he knew his friends would be all over you. taking a sip of whatever he had in his cup. "you guys know each other?" quickly to ask.
"of course" mingyu stated. "how could they even forget about each other, they were the talk of the school" your best friend quick to butt in. "oh stop it" you laughed. you guys never dated, but were shipped by your classmates. you guys were the visuals of the class and had a pretty good friendship.
considering the awkwardness he felt, hyungwon slipped off to grab another drink. while catching up with your old friend, one of your favorite slow jams came on, your best friend pushing you over to mingyu to have a dance with him, the grin on her face says it all.
the lights dim as everyone grabbed a partner, hyungwon appearing once again, taken aback, your best friend grabs his arm to dance, as they were the last two. dancing right behind you and mingyu, his eyes locked on the sight of you two. your arms around his friends neck, and his hands traveling from your back to your hips, and the smiles you two exchanged. the more you danced, the more you felt like someone was burning a hole in your back, shifting your position with mingyu, your eyes met with hyungwon's.
his eyes never leaving you, seeing how his friend was exploring your body with his hands, he had enough. pushing your best friend off of him and grabbing your wrist "sorry, I need her for a minute" dragging you to the nearest bathroom and locking it, the music slightly fading. no words were exchanged, just you being lifted onto the bathroom counter. you and hyungwon never did anything sexual, just kissed. you had a crush on him, you just never knew if he felt the same.
lifting your dress and sliding off your panties, he dove between you legs, his tongue attacking at your clit. entering a finger and soon adding another. your hands holding onto each side of the sink, his long fingers curling at your g spot, causing you to throw your head back.
pulling away from you clit, his fingers still working your pussy. leaning close enough to hear your moans in his ear, his eyes never leaving you, watching how you bite your lip from the pleasure, how soft moans escaped your lips, or how your brows furrowed every time his fingers met your spot. “do it” he said feeling you clenching, knowing you were close.
your body jerking at the feeling as you released all over his fingers, bringing yourself to lock eyes with him, watching how he licked your juices right off his fingers. he didn't waste any time to pick you up from the counter and turn you around so you were facing him through the mirror, and with no mercy he slammed into you. your moans way louder than before, the grip on your hips getting tighter and tighter surely to leave some bruises later.
you brought a hand behind you, to get him to slow down the pace, but he was quick to pin your hand behind you back. he wanted to take full control. his other free hand grabbing your hair, watching how your eyes rolled back at the overwhelming feeling. "still thinking about mingyu?" "who's making you feel like this y/n, huh. can he fuck you like i can?"
fumbling at your words, you try to respond but loud moans were the only thing coming from your mouth. his hand slapping your ass every time you didn't answer him properly. "scream louder so he can hear how i'm good im fucking you." his hips pounding into you harder as he felt you clenching around his dick once more. "do it, cum for me" his words making your legs tremble as you released on him like he told you to, and soon after he also finished. holding yourself up on the sink, trying to process everything, he leaned down to your ear..
"this pussy is mine. you're mines."
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kobiebear · 8 months
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A Big Scare
hyungwon x gn!reader
word count^^: 1.7k
warnings: mentions of needles going through noses, i think that’s all !
a.n.// this man is messing with my brain rn 😭
 “Dude, you can’t keep calling me this late into the night. I need to sleep.” You say sternly to Minhyuk. He always called you in the dead of night to tell you things that could wait till morning. 
 “Okay, listen y/n, it’s actually serious this time. We can’t find Hyungwon. We’ve been trying to find him all day but he won’t answer his phone. I don’t kn-“ Your hearing goes out and your heart nearly stops. 
 Sounds can be felt by the side of your face but you can’t make out the words. Have you talked to him today? 
 You always texted him around lunch but today you were so busy you had forgotten. “I didn’t text him today. I have no clue where he is Min.” You rush out in a panic. 
 “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay. We are going to find him y/n. I promise.” Minhyuks words begin to calm you down a little and you let out a deep breath. Minhyuks shoulders relax at the sound of it. “Do you want me to come over? I know how you must be feeling and I don't want you to be alone.” He asks softly. 
 “Yes please, Can you bring Changkyun too?” You ask and then you hear muffled talking. You wipe a tear away as Minhyuk comes back to the phone. 
 “We’ll  both be at yours in 20 okay?” Just try to breathe for me and drink some water while you wait for us.” 
 “Thank you Min, for everything you’re doing right now.” Before he could answer, Changkyun beat him to it. “Im helping too y/nnie!” He teases, making a hint of a smile appear in your face. 
 “Thank you Kyun.” You tease back. 
 The two men have smiles on their faces at your teasing and begin to feel a little better about having you wait for them alone. You hang up after that and go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. You gulp it down in seconds and then wait an agonizing 20 minutes until they guys get here. 
 Immediately when they walk through the door you pull them in for a much needed group hug. 
 “We’ll find him.” was the first thing Minhyuk said to you face to face. You had a feeling he wasn’t only saying it to you though. Someone’s phone starts ringing and you all quickly pull apart, frantically looking for who’s phone it was. 
 Minhyuk holds up his phone showing Shownus contact. He answers and puts it on speaker immediately hoping it’s only good news. 
 “You’re on speaker.” “Perfect, I know where he is. He called me from Zoe’s.” Shownu tells all of you and you could feel like breathing properly again. Zoe’s is an old ma and pa shop just outside of Daegu that Hyungwon would take you to all the time. Why is he all the way out there? 
 “We are going to go get him right?” You ask with a hint of worry in your voice. 
 “Well actually the main reason I called was because he only wants to see y/n.” Shownu states. Minhyuk and Changkyun look at each other and then you with a knowing stare. You stepped back surprised.
 “Why would he only want to see me?” 
 “You can’t be serious right?” Minhyuk says in a dead tone. You look at him with furrowed brows. “C’mon you can't not know.” 
 Changkyun then smacks Minhyuk's bicep. “Ow!” 
 “We drove my car so you can take it. I know yours is in the shop.” Changkyun hands over the keys and squeezes your hands. You stare at him still confused but the only thing you could really think of was getting to Hyungwon. Shownu shouts out to drive carefully and to let him know when you get there then hangs up. 
 To say you were scared would be an understatement. You couldn’t stop wiping your hands on your thighs, having erratic breathing and tears nearly falling. 
  You nearly stop breathing as you Hyungwon through the window, sipping on an iced coffee. He has dark circles under his eyes, he looks exhausted and you feel your heart crack. You take a deep breath and walk into the store. Hyungwon doesn’t look up, probably thinking it was just another customer. When you get a few feet behind him your eyes begin to burn. 
 “Hyungwon?” Your voice quivers. He turns around in his chair at lighting speed and nearly falls over. “y/n I-“ You cut him off by launching yourself into him. 
 “Don’t ever scare us like that again or I'll murder you in your sleep.” you mumble against him and you feel him let out a big sigh. He squeezes you tightly to him. “I'm so sorry y/n. I’ve been having a hard time with something and just needed some time to think. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” He pulls you back a little to look at you properly. You see him scan your face and then motions for you to follow him. 
 “Can we walk for a bit?” He asks with his hand out for you. You slide your hand in his with no hesitation and the two of you exit the shop and begin walking. 
 Hyungwons thumb glides back and forth on the back of your hand and you squeeze lightly. There was a looming silence as you hadn’t thought of what you were going to say and you suddenly felt stuck. 10 minutes of walking and nothing had been said, you were beginning to get restless. 
 You waited to see if he would speak up but after another 5 minutes you decided to stop walking completely. Since your hands were still joined he had to catch himself from falling backwards. 
 “What’s wrong?” He asks with a confused face. 
 You swallow and blink a few times. Hyungwon steps in front of you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. “What is it?” He says more serious. “Was it something we did? I did?” Your voice cracks and tears begin to well up in your eye line. 
  “I mean I know that with yours and Shownus album coming out soon things can be overwhelming for you and you want to be alone.” You pause to breathe. “You’ve never ghosted us like that. It scared me so much having Minhyuk tell me they couldn’t find you. I love you too much to have you leave like that and not know what causes it.” Your head is hanging down and your shoulders are shaking. 
 Hyungwon freezes. 
 You’ve told him you’ve loved him before, hell you tell all the guys you love them. For some reason though, this time felt different. Almost like you were indicating a different kind of love. That feeling is the same reason he needed to disappear today. 
 He had realized that somewhere in your 3 years of friendship he had fallen in love with you. The others obviously know bc Hyungwon genuinely can lie to them and when they asked he just blurted it out that yes, he is in love with you. He shakes his head, snapping out of his thoughts. 
 “I love you.” Hyungwon says with sudden confidence. Your head shoots up and you look at him confused. “What?” You respond. He cups your face in his hands, lightly caressing your cheeks. 
 “I. Love. You.” He tells you again. You open and close your mouth, not knowing how to respond. 
 “I remember exactly the moment I realized I love you. We were out with Kihyun and your friend Yuri. Those two went off somewhere and you grabbed my hand, pulling me into some random jewelry store. You practically dared yourself to get a piercing and you were holding my hand the whole time. Not because you were nervous or scared but because I was scared for you. You asked me if holding your hand would make me feel better and you didn’t hesitate to take it, even before I answered. I don’t know why, but you making sure I was okay, even though you were the one getting a needle through your nose, started to make me see you in a more romantic light.”  
 You laugh and out of sheer muscle memory, you reach up to touch your nose ring. Hyungwon glances down as it shimmers in the moonlight. He lightly traces over it and then his fingers dance their way down your jawline, catching your eyes staring at his lips. 
 “I’ve been having a hard time trying to figure out if I should tell you or not and I guess I was so in my head that I didn’t think to tell anyone I'd be gone. I love you. I have for a while now and I don’t know if you feel the same but, I can’t keep this inside anymore.” Hyungwon finishes with a big breath and looks at you with eyes filled with love and hope. 
 The tears from before have come back and you place your hands on his chest. “Hyungwon…I-“ You pause, not fully able to compute your emotions after hearing all of this. You feel him begin to pull away. “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have just sprung this on you like this. I should’ve-“ 
 “No! God no, Hyungwon it's not like that. I’ve been feeling the same for nearly a year but I just kept pushing it away because I never would have thought you’d love me back.” You were so close to just grabbing his face and kissing him. You couldn’t believe you had been so oblivious to everything the both of you have been doing this past year. 
 His head snaps up to look at you, a small smirk on the corner of his mouth. “So if I asked you out on a date, what would you say?” He asks. 
  “I would say, I couldn’t think of anything better.” You smile at him. The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into a bone crushing hug and both of you start laughing. All the emotions crashing down began making you giddy. 
 “Can we go home now?” You ask while resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him. “Of course. I'm sorry again, for everything today.” 
 “Don’t worry about that anymore. We’ve cleared everything up Wonnie.” You tell him and reach up to peck his jaw. His cheeks become dusted with pink and he turns his head so you couldn’t see him getting flustered. 
 “Awww, don’t hide! I think it’s cute when you blush.” You poke his cheek and see him turn a deeper shade of pink. He rolls his eyes and playfully pushes you away.
  “Come on, let’s go home baby.” Now it’s your turn to blush. 
thank you so much for reading!!!<3 it helps me a lot when you reblog and like and i appreciate it so much!!
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BLOOD ORANGE
an elusive man who had your heart from the get go, the bloodied bruises of his occupation lend you a new lifestyle—but at a cost. hyungwon had always run the money for the bar, always had control over the fights, but when you slip into his life and bring him love to learn from, he forgets to never mix work with pleasure.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | fight club | 5k ] GENRES — bookie! au, forbidden love! au, mafia! au, thriller, romance, angst, smut WARNINGS — mature content, organized crime, violence, robbing, blood/cuts/major injuries, mentions of stitches, use of petnames (baby & doll) SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, teasing, quickies, unprotected intercourse RELEASED ON — JUNE 27TH, 2022
spotify playlist // blood orange
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one. | two lens shades.
Just because you leave a party unscathed doesn't mean you beat the night. The darkness at the end of the day doesn't turn you loose from the ensued chaos until dawn breaks and the sun rises. And you were no exception.
Dead roads in every direction, veins in your limbs completely exempt of any traces of alcohol—intoxication would have only amplified your lost state of mind. You had slipped from the party to be with an old friend, the reacquaintance giving you a warm feeling and bringing you back to life. Things move on, life goes on, and when you finally return to the beat of the stereo booming through the large, old home, your friends had managed to forget your existence. They had left a mere ten minutes of you returning to them, and had you quieted the conversation with that mundane person any sooner, you wouldn't be wandering down the abandoned streets attempting to find any living soul.
Dark pavement with oil and rain puddled every few steps, your shoes were soaked from the previous storm. They squeaked with every movement, nearly driving you insane—almost covering the sound of the booms at a bar a few yards from your shivering form.
A large tavern out in the middle of nowhere. Despite every red flag, every get out sign, even the aberrant aura of the bar itself, you still closed in on it.
The thick scent of the same substance you escaped from filled your nostrils, the smell seeping through the cracks of the front door. Your fingers wrapped around the handle, pushing into it, but nothing availed. You thrashed, put your full body weight on it, kicked it once—but you still stood out in the lasting rain dripping from the roof, down the gutters, and off the cover at the front of the building onto your head.
Soaked, freezing, shivering and soon to be sick, you asked yourself: "Why have an open bar with the doors locked?" People were clearly inside making more noise than the party you left.
One person's mistake is another person's gain. A click of the window at the bar hours prior gave you the source you bound for. A gentleman looking to have a smoke, not wanting to go outside in the ice cold rain. You could smoke inside if need be, therefore he simply opened a window. But the man would never be aware that his small motion in the world caused a ripple in your own.
A neon ‘open’ sign buzzing over your head, the slightest push brought the window to rise in the sill. Foot first, ankle, entire leg—halfway in you knew this was a bad idea.
Screams, yells, even call-outs echoed through the building, but no one was above. Empty chairs, no music playing upstairs, glasses stacked on the bar; all was as if time had just stopped. You stood alone in the place meant for people all alike and different at the same time.
Dim lights from the kitchen shared your surroundings. Your guts twisted, turned, told you to make a run for it while you could. Then you saw it—right there, out in the open. Something no one ever dared to touch.
There are perfectly good reasons why abandoned places conceal such historical, sometimes important objects. Stories pass through small towns and large cities like a sickness, all to warn those around to never go near a specific place. Don't touch whatever's inside. Don't take anything you see, no matter how valuable. Items and objects like these are possessed—by spirits or people. And they always return to them, always.
The cash register left unattended clicked open. Luck wasn't ever on your side, the universe seeming to have it out for you. Be it karma, a simple mistake in the past once blurred over. Things didn't work out for you as well as most.
Your fingers pricked at the container, drawer rolling out for you like the golden ticket. Tens of hundreds of dollars at your mercy. Some people don't live to see this kind of cash, only dream of it, think about it every little while—but it was real, and right in front of you.
What's life without hardships? Your friends that abandoned you at the party were from college, so out of their mind from life they didn't know left from right. You slept on a mattress on one of their floors, never complained or prodded into their lives. But in these moments, this moment, you knew it was your time to have your own out of body experience.
Your fingertips brushed the money like it was the silkiest hair you could ever feel. It was real, actual cash pulled from the unguarded register and into your palm. Bill after bill, almost a thousand laid in your hold.
But the dominion right around the corner, out of your sight—he witnessed it all. He watched the greed in your eyes, the flip of contemplation on your tongue.
You couldn't even feel the breeze of the man at your back before your collar was lifted. Snatched from you, the money removed from your grasp, you were caught red handed.
"I—I, please!" Was bargaining right to do here? Or was your life on the line?
Mint-scented breath breaking past your skull and into your nose quickly overlapped the hard scents of the alcohol. His fingers were colder than your own, soft padding of what felt like bandages running across your skin. He yanked you upwards, pressing your front into the counter until you felt a bruise forming at your hip bones. Nothing of the sorts that softness could express, you were in deep shit here.
"I-I'm not a crook." He didn't say anything—didn't have to. You'd spill it all to him if you didn't bite your tongue at the realization of how dull and weak you looked.
Pressed against the counter by the faceless man, his deep voice finally encountered your senses in a growl. "Not a crook, but you're robbing me? How does that make sense?"
Admittedly, this did look terrible.
A click over your head, he had hit a switch. A single light over the bar turned on and illuminated your silhouettes to make shapes. His bone-chilling features now in your peripheral, you hissed at the force he continued to use.
Glasses shading his face, the red and orange lenses kept you from seeing the colors of his irises properly. It was like he wore a mask, black hair tucked behind one ear and smooth, untethered leather jacket the same color as if both lenses bled together making you peer up and down at him.
Your shirt was ripped open across your chest, a mishap at the party paired with the gruesome cut across your cheek. It was illegal for a college dorm to have weapons on the premises, that's why college parties move to households. Somewhere to free their mind and not receive warnings from the authorities, you hated those around you. A knife had gashed you on your way out, your confused mind more consumed with being left behind than the blood pouring down your cheek.
But a single glimpse at the cut made the man release his tight grip. He stepped back an inch, gave you space, and your deep breath in finally gave you the courage to speak.
"The open sign is on. No one was up here, so I took a jump for it. I'm sorry, please don't call the cops. I've never done anything l-like this. I'm just desperate." Broken sobs through every sentence, his cocked brow and tight jawline convinced you he was thinking.
The click of his tongue was like a trigger going off on a bomb. Music below turning lower, the screams lessening, and calls dimming out. He seemed visibly worried the moment everything began to turn quiet.
His fingertips drove into your arm, painful hold pulling you from the counter and into his side. Cold eyes behind the shaded glasses glistening like diamonds in the light made you hiccup in worry.
"I suggest you leave. Now." Stern and upholding, he pushed you in the direction of the back door adjacent to the same window you crawled through. "This isn't your place."
"That's just it!" Blabbed tongue caught by the man again, his stern glare made you bite down on the wet muscle. "I don't have any real place to be, or even go."
"Then I sure hope you find one." His fist balled into your ripped shirt at your back, form guiding you towards the back door.
"B-But, please!" Now you were just begging. Pathetically begging at a stranger that clearly read more signs of danger than the building, itself. "Just a little bit of the cash, and you'll never see me again."
"That's not how this works." He growled, moving faster. Chaos broke downstairs as he moved you, the sound of fists hitting together and skulls bashing filling up the silence of the upstairs room. "You've gotta go."
"Anything! I'll do anything for any of it. Just tell me—"
"Fucking stop!" The rise in his voice brings chills across your skin, a shock through your spine, and a clench of your muscles all at once. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Who the hell do you think you are? You were trying to rob me, and now you're trying to enforce a deal?"
"Is it so bad here? Really that bad?"
"Why do you ask that?" His grip got so tight you felt his nails about to break the skin. You could feel the burn of the tissues, skin changing colors from his fingers leaving marks where they pressed into your limbs.
"I got in so easily. You clearly don't know what security means. What are you running here? Drugs, some type of mafia?" Your lips moved faster than your mind, almost too fast to stop before he did anything drastic.
"You're way out of line here, doll."
"You need me." You finally rounded back at him, perfectly hitting him where it hurts, figuratively speaking.
"You know how to hit an off button?"
"Sure." Your response was quick.
"Know how to count cash?"
You laughed. "What did it look like I was doing in there?"
"Do you know how to protect yourself?"
"Why don't you try to fight me and we can find out?"
Chae Hyungwon: runner of the tavern, night owl, infectious in a cold way, and the bookie of the biggest and growing fight club the world had ever seen.
One person's mistake is another person's gain. You just didn't know which part of the equation you were.
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two. | sit pretty.
Legs bent into your own form, the chair accompanied your body like a back hug. Same dark room as you snuck into, crystal glass reflecting the bright light above the bar, and a similarly eerie feeling of being on an entire floor of a building alone. Every creak of the walls and floors shot jolts up your spine, the lonesome bar still echoing with a riot within the cellar.
You had no instructions, and little insurance to your life in a place like this. A simple tell to stay put, distract yourself from whatever you hear; He hardly spoke a word before dashing off and ducking under the steel beam at the bottom of the staircase. His blood red leather jacket could be seen from a mile away, the scent of his cologne light but filling to the air, and the graveled tone of a man who hadn’t slept a good night’s sleep in who knows how long. The man was a ghost.
But it wasn’t the interactions he held with you that caused curiosity, but with others. His dealing, whatever job he was accustomed to here at the tavern, was usually done downstairs and finished above. It was obvious that you were meant to be masked from this, and that he had to switch things up to keep you out of the difficult part.
The stairs creaked with heavy footsteps, man after man rising from the cellar with cash in their hands and blood pouring down their bodies. The aroma was heavy, the ding of the bell above the front door sounding over and over as women and friends to the men rushed in to see their winnings and assist their wounds.
He rose up the stairs last, alone, and a briefcase full of something that was heavy enough to cause his arm to twitch beneath the jacket. His eyes covered by the deep lenses, hair lightly sweated to his forehead, and a smooth walk to the office beside your chair. You rose from your seat, took a single glance into the small space, and had your sight met with the shielded glasses once more. His voice groggy, mind clearly somewhere else, He issued the second instruction of the night.
“Sit down.”
And the night only repeated itself. Four days of the week, your ass stuck in the same chair staring at nothing but darkness as you listened to the hammering punches and blows from the men downstairs. Each night passed by in a blink, the same stand-offish glares from the man sending sparks of electricity up your frame each time. You sat, you listened, and you witnessed all that you could see.
“What’s the point of me being here if all I do is sit and look pretty?” Your voice finally reclaimed the air, the men filing out of the tavern on the fifth night just as he rose up the stairs.
You had seen it. Two men were wheeled out on stolen stretchers, enough gashes in their bodies to bring them to death without medical care in their near future. They rolled right past you, the elusive man at their tail to assure they got out to the equally stolen ambulance outside. His face was chiseled from stress, a single bead of blood from his temple running down the side of his face, and all he had to do was look over at you. But he didn’t, the man leading his path with a blank stare and even duller voice. “Don’t even think about asking.”
Each time you heard his voice, you knew things were worse off here than they appeared. No one speaks about their time downstairs when they come up, even those who come inside don’t ask questions. And most surely, he never speaks on the acts of the business or his work.
“Do you ever think to make yourself useful?” The man reiterated your question about sitting in the same chair in a way that made you seem like a nuisance, the toes of his shoes halting right at the edge of yours to bend down and stare at you eye to eye.
“You could give me a to-do list.” Your tongue hissed at the small glimpse of his plump lips tweaking while holding back a smirk.
“But that would be too easy for you.”
“Then what’s the deal, Hyungwon?”
He had never once told you his name. You had to find it for yourself, the quick glance into his office while the door was open showing you the single name plaque on his desk. It was read so fast, your mind had to recreate it just for memory. Even then, it stuck with you well.
“The deal is, you’re here because I let you stay. Not because I want you here.”
“Then what would you like me to do?”
It was the second time you had actually made his eyes out through the thick lenses, like he wanted you to see into his own view for once. The reflection in the glasses showed you your own face—scorned and confusion riddled, but you still saw his black irises. Dark, seen more than he wished to, Hyungwon stood up straight in tandem with the last thing he said to you that night.
“Just sit there and look pretty.”
The click of the office door turned into nails on a chalkboard the more you heard it. It was the defiance of the man that steered you from your instructions, caused your blood to boil, and made your sight almost run as red as his jacket. Your body raced over to the counter, hands flat on the countertop until you felt the grossness of the sticky substances staining the table before you realized just what you could do.
Was it annoyance that led to you pulling two bottles of cleaning spray and rags out? Running them over every surface you could find until they were spotless and you were out of breath? Or was it the specific glance through Hyungwon’s glasses— what made you finally be able to see him as he is—that put you on this pedestal?
You did see him for him. A sketchy man whisking away his nights in an old tavern doing illegal work beneath the building that left him with small drops of blood and a heavy case in his hand each and every night. You saw him, but you didn’t know of him. Two different things with vicarious meanings.
Dawn peaked through the large windows covered with broken blinds when the door finally peeled open, glistening floors cleaned spotless and bottles refilled and organized around the bar. It was the disturbing smirk that finally placed on Hyunwon’s lips that made you twist around to peer at his face with anger.
“I never said you were here to clean.”
“Then what am I here to do, Hyungwon?” You asked again.
“Why don’t you look in our office and see?”
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three. | sweet release.
His scent had forever linked itself to your nose, the sounds of his footsteps echoing in the building and coming in closer always making the hair on your frame rise. There was nothing about Hyungwon that didn't catch your attention, and much less—the scent of when his blood added into his natural aroma and cologne.
Money had been racking up, two and three suitcases full moving out each night making his brow break in a sweat and his eyes glisten like glass from exhaustion. With every night, the rowdy sounds of fists swinging and blows hitting coming from below, the man seemed to shiver with worry.
His tongue held so many words that would go unspoken, twisting and tapping at your own. Heated kisses and bodies pressed together was the true link to your minds, a place of pure solace. The more his fingers would press into your skin harder, thrusts grew deeper, and guttural groans would claim your name as his source of pleasure from the chaos—you knew the horrors of your unknown future were coming closer.
Watching his neck lose the support it needed to hold up his head, the tension in his shoulders fading with his release, and his toughed form grow weak even for a second—it was like seeing a shooting star on a cloudy night as it rained.
Every chance you had at breaking down his solid wall would be lost to his barricading, almost paranoid response. Simple questions like where a scar came from were enough to silence any sounds he released, make his fast-paced fucks even quicker, and caused him to leave you to catch your breath all alone.
When the office door opened—his word of choice being "our" in the concept of who was working in the small room—you figured you were getting closer.
Hyungwon was only letting you in step by step. To sit on the couch and count the earnings from that night by hand while he recounted the previous amount through a machine. His numbers were always right, and only becoming more and more accurate with your help. What you could never wrap your head around was what all the money was going towards.
The bar stayed the same for the three weeks you had been assisting the bookie, Hyungwon. Nothing new added, no repairs made, and no exchange of payment for your work.
The fourth week seemed all the same to closed eyes. More men coming in and out, Hyungwon's lingering stares and head shaking at you to stay away from certain ones who attempted conversation with you. Slowly, it became different.
Until the difference was dangerous. Howls and bones cracking the most common sounds rising from the basement every other night, an escalated chant growing as you drew closer to the open double doors.
Uncommon, the use of names—everyone knew who was currently in the ring. Hyungwon's name was shouted in tandem, punches and blows so loud even your ears could catch them.
He was winning.
His muscles stronger from holding you closer these last few weeks helped give him leverage to have a more repetitive cadence than how he had fought before. It was clear by the chants of his name, the excitement in every man within the enclosed space—Hyungwon was close to beating an old opponent.
But as all things can go forwards, they can go backwards.
Context clues, a sudden break in the chants—"oh" and "fuck" sounding from both Hyungwon and the men surrounding him. He had kept his head so high during the duration of the battle until the last minute when it was colliding with the fist of the strongest man in the ring, and again with the concrete of the floor.
Your step by step tactic has become a rushing force, your legs carrying you too far into the situation—the deadly reality of working alongside a man who is trying to keep from getting killed, himself, on the surface.
A fight club, men all around staring at your form like an alienated creature coming into a new world.
His body was shirtless. Bare feet calloused from holding himself upright on the hard flooring with knicks and cracks along it. Knuckles busted open from the raw punches he had taken. And his head pouring more blood than you had ever seen, his unconscious self unaware of your sudden presence.
The circle around the fallen bookie had become silent compared to their ravaging calls minutes before. "You're not supposed to be down here." One deep voice claimed, your hand pressing at his chest to back him away and allow you to close in on Hyungwon only making him silent again.
"What have you done?!" Your eyes were on the opponent, his taken-back appearance making him back away from the bleeding man. "Get a medic!"
No one moved, Hyungwon's body only barely twitched on the floor. It was like time had stopped, like you were meant to be rewinding back to the night you slipped through the window—to make the choice to leave before everything even began.
But even if you could, you wouldn't leave him like this.
"Do you hear me?" Your voice was full of rage, cheeks becoming heated. It was as if you had lit a fire under their feet, your words putting them at your mercy. "I know you have someone to help when someone is hurt." Their eyes watched you like characters in a film taking notice of the audience. "Get someone!"
The men shifted on their feet, some rushing up the stairs to retrieve the men who sat outside in the ambulance for medical aid. It only took two minutes for them to be in your vision, accessing Hyungwon and clearing that he was okay to be moved.
You watched him be lifted onto the stretcher—saw every grown man around you follow Hyungwon with their eyes. A guttural feeling of true horror could be felt in the pit of your stomach.
"T-Take him into the office up the stairs." You called from behind them as they carried him up, only one medic responding.
As soon as time slowed down, it sped up. His placement down on the couch in the office, the stitches going into the skin of his head, bandages wrapped around all his wounds—and his form in a deep slumber before you.
His chest rose and fell as everyone left the room, leaving you to care for him on your own. You had become so used to his eyes watching you from a distance, assuring you were alright—nothing had prepared you for the roles being switched.
"Here because you let me stay." You repeated his own words to him, centering your reality all at once. "Not because you want me here."
Your voice was small, traveling into his ears just as your rising frame missed his twitching fingers—the only response he had given in an hour.
"What if I want to be—" You felt the heat of the tears rushing down your face, eyes peering into the tavern's bar as if the place you had come to know was only your imagination. "—with you?"
For once the tavern seemed to stand still. Nothing but Hyungwon's mesh shirt in your hands, his jacket over your shoulders, and his scent surrounding you. His blood splattered just a floor beneath your feet made a sick feeling rumble in your stomach.
"There has to be something more than this, Hyungwon." You whispered, but his ears still caught the sweet sound of your voice. "There has to be something better for us."
His voice was so deep, vocal chords just as weak as his limbs. Hair finally drying from the cold sweat that had layered on his skin, body resting firmly on the same couch you both managed to sleep on together every night, and the smile creeping onto his face like he had lost every worry in his mind just at the call of your words.
"I knew that pretty little head of yours would figure it all out eventually." He chimed, mind still clouded from the morphine cushioning him through the pain. "So—what's the plan, baby?"
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four. | old flames.
It had come to you just days into working alongside Hyungwon. How careful he was with the money, how he drove it somewhere to someone, and how that someone never came within arms reach of the bar.
"Accidents happen." You claimed.
The coffee cup cradled in his large, veiny hands still steaming—he could only chuckle "Accidents?"
All it would take is for the gas line on the old refrigerator to be loosened, for a blue flame from the stove to be lit—and a massive fire to burn down the space you and Hyungwon had come to call home.
"Ashes to ashes." Hyungwon almost sang, humming into his coffee as a single strand of hair fell over his forehead. "Dust to dust."
"And a way out for us."
"It would be a damn shame for the business to lose so much money." He claimed, shaking his head and squinting his eyes.
It was clear that Hyungwon had never thought to act on breaking his speechless contract with the runner of the fight club. He had lived in and owned this bar for years, becoming an asset to the business. It was perfect.
"They would never know it was on purpose." He spoke, eyes widening and staring at your shaking legs standing across from him. "Not on purpose—done by me, at least. It would seem like an act of tyranny done by someone in the club or someone from the outside who's taken notice of us."
As the cut on your cheek had begun to turn into nothing more than a scar, Hyungwon had taken it upon himself to gain more wounds. His tired state now focused on the paradise of leaving the tavern and never returning—you could see something twisting in him.
"It's foolproof."
Every light in the bar had become blinding the more you took notice of them in such a dim space. You and Hyungwon had fucked on every clean surface—the place was losing its spark. Your words had been true, there was more for you somewhere else. And the tavern, being a bookie, had easily become a distant memory even while still being placed in the building.
One thing the business had never taken into account, the use of security cameras. Had they, you would have been caught long before Hyungwon found you stealing from the cash register.
But they were too durable, too updated. Glass breaking alarms would be set off too often, smoke alarms would never work in a bar that allows smoking, and cameras would be evidence of violence and suspicious activity that was pulled in by the true use of the tavern.
Foolproof.
Hyungwon hadn't once commented on his own leather jacket now on your body, only pulling it off you to fuck you on the couch one last time. His feverish hot skin against yours, the squeak of the wooden frame shaking hard enough that his jacket slid to the floor, and the rush of his cum deep into you until you could feel him shaking.
It wasn't his normal shake of release, every limb of his body coming to terms with what was occuring. What he was blackmailing, who he was going against, and the run of his life coming his way.
Then again, he always fucked to think or forget.
Every metal handle cold against your hot palm made you shiver, the amount of money packed away inside the cases bringing a smirk to your lips. His classic car backed up to the back door of the tavern looked so normal, spaced out to appear as if he was hiding the vehicle.
With almost ten miles surrounding the tavern, unoccupied and shielding your actions—you could feel the thump of your heartbeat as every minute passed and you and Hyungwon got closer to getting in the car and driving away.
The gas line had been loosened in the kitchen by a tool in a box under the sink, Hyungwon's body almost dancing its way out of the small space. Taking your hand, the smile growing on his face—the two of you stepped out into the world that was waiting for you and away from the bar just as the blue flame grew large enough to reach the gas leaving the fridge, igniting a flame that was soon engulfing the entire main floor by the time the engine was roaring.
His glasses’ lenses reflected what he could see in the rear-view mirror, the tavern now completely lit and burning the same color of his lenses if they bled together, along with the jacket you wore.
His fingertips met the frame of the glasses, pulling them from his face and clicking them closed. With a push of the accessory into the open compartment of the dash, he could only release a huff at the sight of his old life being placed behind him right before his eyes.
The eyes you begged to see the first night you met him, and the eyes you'd stare into with love until the day you died.
But for now, you'd just let the world believe you died by a blood orange flame you called Hyungwon.
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oraclekleo · 1 year
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Chae Hyung Won (MONSTA X) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading
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Reading Info:
Rating: 18+
Reading Type: Single - Couple
Requested: Yes - No
Requester: /
Deck: Crow Tarot
Spread: Ideal Partner
Questions:
Body 
Heart 
Spirit 
Soul 
Time 
Place
Celebrity Info:
Full Name: Chae Hyung Won
Stage Name: Hyungwon
Group: MONSTA X
DOB: 15.01.1994
Sun Sign: Capricorn
Chinese Sign: Water Rooster
Life Path Number: 3
Masterpost: Monsta X
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Chae Hyung Won
Hyungwon (MONSTA X)
Deck: Crow Tarot
Spread: Ideal Partner
Body - 4 of Cups
Hyungwon himself likes a good chill out time and his ideal partner should probably be on a similar wave. They are more likely to be introverts with a taste for comfortable clothes and soft oversized hoodies in which they can nearly disappear and become invisible for most people. They only talk when they have something urgent to say, otherwise they might look like they are floating among the clouds. Their eyes are likely veiled as they daydream through the day. Their smile is gentle and fragile like a butterfly wing and similarly beautiful and magical.
Heart - Ace of Wands
While Hyungwon’s special person might look a bit dull (for other people, not for him), they are true dreamers at heart. They have vivid and rich fantasy, they pursue their hobbies and interests with great passion and dedication. They can fall in love with activities, information or people and they will stick to what caught their interest. They’re warm-hearted and kind, always happy to help with anything. They might be excellent cooks.
Spirit - 7 of Wands
Hyungwon’s perfect match is no coward. They are likely diligent in what they do, they can stand on their own feet and take care of themselves very well. They are loyal to those who repay the loyalty but they have enough courage to end any relationship or project that becomes toxic or pointless. They have their dignity and healthy boundaries set. It’s not easy to trick or deceive them, they have a very good instinct to detect cons and dirty play.
Soul - 3 of Cups
Deep down in their soul, Hyungwon’s ideal partner is a happy and jolly person full of positivity and friendliness. They are unlikely to have many friends, their circle of close people is small but the more they cherish their loved ones. They put people they love a priority, they make time for them, they like to hang out with their pack.
Time - 8 of Cups
It’s likely for Hyungwon and his significant other to meet during some sort of a transition period in their life. Maybe one of them has just moved into the area and they help the other with carrying the boxes or invite the other for a meal when the fridge is not yet working in the new apartment, something like that. It’s not likely to be love at first sight, the relationship is likely to develop slowly and through friendship first.
Place - 7 of Cups
It’s not completely sure that Hyungwon and his significant other will decide to live together, at least not in their places. They might want to start living together in some new place, the options are countless in this case.
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jeonstellate · 2 years
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timestamp: patronymic
it’s 1:26 pm when hyungwon offers you his name.
๑彡 chae hyungwon x gender neutral!reader
๑彡 celebrity!au, enemy!au, marriage proposal!au — little fluff(?)
๑彡 paragraph format — 0.5K words
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Chae Hyungwon endears everyone he meets, one way or another. If his wealth nor social standing are not enough to command respect from others, then his beauty and his personality ought to.
He hails from a line of influential blood, even if most are not under the limelight in the way he is. However, it would be erroneous to assume that his fame is all due to his last name — when, in fact, he has built his whole name himself.
He built his career from the ground up. Although the opportunity to audition first arose because of his familial connections in the industry, it was his own hard work and determination that put his name under billboard lights. In other words, he is the world’s beloved Chae Hyungwon because he worked for it — not because everything was handed to him on a silver platter.
You, on the other hand, is another story. Similar to Hyungwon, you are closely related to modern-day aristocrats. Likewise, you have also used your privilege to do what you want in life. Unlike Hyungwon, though, your fame is something you never sought. You understand that it may come from your chosen profession, which you do not mind, but what you do mind is the fact that you still cannot escape your father’s shadow.
No matter how famous you become due to your own efforts, to the public, you will always just be your father’s child. And to make your situation much worse, even your own father only sees you as his successor — not for what you make yourself to be.
Really, your relationship with Hyungwon is only full of sarcasm and insincerity because you envy how light of a burden his surname seems compared to yours. But, of course, you will never tell him that.
"It’d be alright." You despise how easy for him to utter those words. Yet, you suppose you should have expected nothing more of him. After all, he is not the one who cannot go against any familial expectations because of his need to finally have his father’s love.
"It’d never be," you easily deny his attempt to comfort you, despite your initial surprise that he even attempted at all, "as long as I carry his last name."
Your relation to Hyungwon has always been casual. Aside from your similar social background, your respective popularity are on par with each other as well despite belonging in separate fields — so there is no basis for superiority between the two of you. Thus, even if you just act like sworn enemies in private, there is no possible repercussions in treating each other like so.
Ironically enough, while you can barely stand each other’s presence, in industries full of fake pleasantries, you are also each other’s breath of fresh air. You keep one another on your toes, while also allowing the other to be more of themselves.
"Take my last name, then." You were unfazed by Hyungwon’s sudden offer. You knew, no matter how serious his facial expression is, that there is absolutely no way his proposal is a genuine one. Especially not when the weight of his last name can easily rival yours.
But, then again, your relationship with Chae Hyungwon has always been full of sarcasm and insincerity. Everything has always been a game between the two of you and, at that moment, you just decided to play along.
"Maybe someday."
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2amimagines · 2 years
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hyungwon brainrot pictures ♡
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i cannot express the amount of need i have to see this man fold under me
he just-
he'd be so pretty :(
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iibonniee · 2 years
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RM1515: Criminal Law
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Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader (Slight Jungkook x reader but nothing explicit or romantic happens)
Genre: College AU/smut
Rating: M
Word Count: 4k (I wish I was joking)
Warnings: teacher/student relations, jealous!hyungwon, fingering, unprotected sex, slight angst, jungkook being the bestest best friend (theres sarcasm that warning)
Masterlist | The Faculty Masterlist
This is the third installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun's parts are posted on her page!
Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215
Y/N knew about a week in, that the relationship she had with Mr. Chae was anything but normal. That was about a two and a half years ago, and the secrecy and hiding all but made their relationship thrilling. 
She wasn’t sure how it started, or how they met. But if she put just enough thought into it, she could remember her sophomore year in her music theory class. It was a class she had randomly signed up for (she wouldn’t admit that her friend merely peer-pressured her into it because “the professor was gorgeous”).
Y/N had known about five minutes into class on the first day, that the class wasn’t for her. The only upside to the boring class was the professor, Mr. Yoo. He was charming, had killer vocals and was everything she could think of in a man. But he was smart and saw through the little façade she had put up. 
She remembered clearly when he pulled her to the side, his question was genuine but, to her, she felt like a fraud for being in a room where she shouldn’t be.
“You can be honest with me.” Mr. Yoo urged, his smile was small showing her that he wasn’t a threat. 
Her mouth opened, wanting to reply, but it snapped shut when she realized there was nothing she could say. She thought she only did it for her friend. But, she mainly did it for her own selfish reasons. 
Mr. Yoo was deadly attractive.
At the end of the day, Y/N should sit him down to thank him for pulling her to the side at the end of his boring lecture to ask her that silly question. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met Mr. Chae. 
Mr. Chae’s interruption was unplanned, but definitely not unwelcome. The wave of surprise that flashed in his eyes was evident, although it didn’t last long. A guilty smile was replaced as apologies flew from his mouth. Yet, Mr. Yoo laughed it off, offering the male to come in to meet her. 
After that day, everything seemed to fall into place. 
Their meetings were often unplanned, but it was far too unbelievable that they’d run into each other more than five times a week - given his classroom was set across campus and he was the senior law teacher.
She didn’t complain, however. His gaze was intense, smirk faint, but there. Y/N never asked for it, but Mr. Chae surely agreed to it.  
Mr. Chae’s pattern was all the same; never unchanging even when she walked to her boring Music Theory class. So, she never stopped greeting him a good morning - or a good afternoon if given the time. 
But, as the weeks passed, she forgot how long it took until he finally broke, forcing her into a small study room and confessing that he was growing tired of all the formalities and occasional talking. 
“Hyungwon.” His confession was abrupt and he was panting with nervousness at the lack of her answers. “My name is Hyungwon. I want you to be in my class come your senior year. I want something between us. I don’t want a fling, I want a relationship.”
His confession was met with silence. Even with the knowledge of running late for that stupid class, his whispering words rang through the air and beat around her pounding heart. 
Yet, as she thought of his abrupt confession that happened two and a half years ago, she still couldn’t thank Mr. Yoo. Simply because their relationship was meant to be a secret. But the line between secrecy and truth was what made their relationship slightly crumble. 
Y/N knew her patience was cracking, the knowledge that he was trying to protect her and their relationship was flattering, but it was also that same acknowledgment of him spilling such a secret to his close coworkers that had her seething were she stood. 
“You did what?” The question was supposed to be calm, but her teeth were beared together in a hiss as her mind tried to process his words. “Are you - and you told me that I wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone!”
She noticed the way his eyes did a quick scan of her face, trying to gauge out her emotions carefully. But his next words weren’t carefully picked out, not as he mumbled, “We aren’t fighting about this.” as he continued to clean his desk. 
For a moment, the girl was blown away at the lack of care he held. His subtle reply was a practical smack to the face. Her laugh was forced - mainly to try to break the unwelcome tension that Hyungwon had welcomed into the room with such a blunt answer. Either way, the laugh came and it didn’t stop. 
“I’m done.” 
Those two words seemed to halt her lovers movements, his once blank expression all morphing into surprise, then shocked, then worry all at once. 
“What do you mean, “You’re done”? You’re done with what?”
“This conversation! This! I don’t know!” Y/N gasped, the sudden frustration brewing through her blood faster than she could have imagined. “I need a break.”
“So that’s it? You’re leaving because I want to keep you safe. To keep US safe? Y/N, some of your friends are my students too! If word gets out about us, I’ll be the one taking the heat, not you.”
“Oh, but it’s ok for you to tell how many of your “friends” about us?!” At the end of the day, Y/N knew she was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they could be trusted. Maybe they too held secrets that couldn’t be told. “Who are they?”
“You know I can’t tell you-“
“Right.” Once again her laugh held no amusement. “I think I should go.”
“Y/N wait,” Y/N heard the panic that broke through his voice. His desk was no longer a concern as his eyes were set on making it to the door just before her. “Are you still planning on coming over tonight?”
Maybe she’d slap Mr. Yoo too for having her meet such a selfish man. 
“Goodnight Hyungwon.”
~~
If Y/N knew one thing, it was that whenever Jungkook was deadly silent, his mind grew focused on things that shouldn’t be talked about. So, upon noticing his close friends sudden mood change and avoidance of him, the library silence that grew around the pair almost felt suffocating. 
Jungkook was no doubt smart when given the right motivation. And when he had discovered her strange behavior, his mind tried to work out  what exactly made her fall short in their close-knit friendship. 
In truth, his silence made her uncomfortable. 
Clearing her throat, she glanced over at her friend who had his head tucked in his arm, his eyes drifting towards the many books that surrounded their little corner. For a moment, she thought he had stopped breathing. His eyes remained unblinking as his breathing was almost too shallow for a healthy athlete. 
But, the moment he shot up with an excited and knowing smile, her heart raced all the more. His eyes finally locked onto hers and that same smile shined so bright as if he had just figured out a prize winning riddle. 
“You know that rumor that’s going around?” Jungkook’s first question was rather dumb seeing as they were in a university that was undoubtedly filled with plenty of rumors to share. 
“Kook, there’s so many rumors. Even our professors share rumors.” 
“That’s exactly what I’m getting at.” The moment he finished his sentence was the moment her heart started pounding in her chest. “I know you aren’t oblivious to the fact that Professor Chae has been even more moody lately. Now that I finally had time to think, you have been pretty moody, too. Almost as if you went through a fight.”
Now her heart was in her throat as she watched her closest friend piece together a puzzle that should never have been solved. Jungkook knew just about all the ins and outs of her. Her secrets could never be held for long, for even a little slip around him would have him catching on. 
“Jungkook, I've just gotten back from Calculus. You know how Professor Im is and how ungodly the class is. Of course I’m going to be moody.” With a wave of her hand, she attempted to whisk his accusation out the window, but his head shaking only furthered her panic. “What? Do you really think I’d be caught in a stupid rumor? You know the Dean himself denies that those aren’t true. Why would I date one of the professors?”
“Then tell me this, why haven’t I met him?”
Y/N’s mind tried to scramble for some answer. Anything that would prove her innocence in the lie that she started drowning in. Yet, as the silence passed with the seconds, the smirk that grew on Jungkook’s face grew. That’s when she knew that he had figured it out and the Dean was one of the people that had known. 
The mix of emotions that flashed through her body made her blood run cold. Almost as if she had caught her lover cheating except Hyungwon was loyal to her. Even amidst the fight, Hyungwon was suffering, too. But she couldn’t even confirm to her closest friend that Hyungwon was the man that stole her heart. 
“Oh my gosh.” His smile was too bright, too excited for anything other than the fact that he had just learned her biggest secret to date. “You’re in a relationship with Pro-“
“Shut up.” Y/N hissed as her hand covered his blabbering mouth. She knew their corner was secluded, but the mere fact that anyone on campus could hear such a secret worried her even more. “You have to promise to keep this a secret!"
Even hours later, with the truth being brought to light, she couldn’t help but cuddle close to Jungkook. Her apartment was silent besides the tv that softly played in the background. With a groan, her hands fell limp on her side, while her head relaxed on his chest. 
“Why am I so stupid? Oh course the Dean knows! Who else is in that little circle? God — who else knows? Why didn’t I tell you sooner? Why did I believe he’d truly keep his word?!”
Y/N knew the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she’d become. She knew that much the night she got home after her argument with Hyungwon. She knew he was a man that often kept his own secrets. Yet, she blamed herself for allowing him to do so. 
Part of her felt dirty. That maybe those people knew a lot more than what she had told Jungkook the moment they got to her apartment. She only grew more frustrated at the man she called her boyfriend. At how his messages never even seemed to stop even when if she had continued to ignore him. 
Y/N couldn’t blame her friend for the silence he provided. He was her temporary therapist while she spilled her life problems to him. After all, that’s practically what he signed up for the moment he deemed himself her best friend. 
“Kookie, did you fall asleep?” Upon her calling his name, Jungkook gave her arm a slight flick, causing the girl to softly giggle to herself at her friends answer. 
“I was falling asleep,” He joked, “What do you need?”
“Grab my phone and go through our messages. I just want you to see them.”
If Y/N could see the amusing smirk that spread across his face, she’d instantly regret the access she had given him. 
Her phone was in his seconds, the same password being typed in almost immediately. It didn’t take long to find Hyungwon’s messages. Only instead of following her request, he aimed the camera down so he could capture the almost romantic gesture shared between the two. 
With the picture saved and sent, his smirk continued as it showed “delivered”. He just needed to give her boyfriend that little push.
~~
Y/N knew Jungkook shouldn’t have been trusted. Whether he had accidentally sent something to Hyungwon and deleted it mid-panic while she was asleep or deliberately taunted him behind her back, she knew he was the culprit behind the mass of angry texts that came from Hyungwon throughout the night causing her to turn. off her phone in the middle of the night to avoid the heat. 
She wasn’t naïve about how her friend really was. When he wanted to test the water to see if it was just right, he would. If it was, hell would certainly break loose and she’d be there to pick up the pieces. That’s usually how it all went, anyways. 
Her second mistake was turning off her phone. She had to admit she was an idiot to think that was her best bet, but her brain at 2:56 in the morning wasn’t really awake, so that idea of foolishly turning off her phone was the best she could think of. Her only class started at 2:00 so there was no need to worry.
Except, she should have worried. It wasn’t the chirping birds that woke her up around her usual 8:30 a.m time, rather it was the brightly held sun that found no issues in invading her privacy to wake her up. The panic that rushed through her bones was worse than the truth being revealed.
Not only had she fought with Hyungwon, dealt with the backfire of Jungkook’s stupidity, but she was well late for his class.
The halls were deadly silent as the time hit just shy of 15 minutes passed her due time. She hardly had time to look at her phone as she threw on a freshly washed dress, threw on some shoes and booked it out the door, but upon finally turning on the thing, the messages the never felt ending didn’t come from Hyungwon, this time they were from Jungkook.
Kookie: Hey, I got you coffee! Meet in the quad? [Sent: 1:30 P.M]
Kookie: You awake? It’s almost time for class and your coffee is getting cold. [Sent: 1:55 P.M]
Kookie: Oh god, Y/N. He was watching me come in. Like - his eyes were glued to my movements. Where are you?? [Sent: 2:01 P.M]
Kookie: Are you skipping class or just dead asleep? Professor Chae is so angry today. He just told Wendy to quit talking to Irene. She was just asking for a pencil for notes! [Sent: 2:10 P.M]
Reading over his texts made her all the more nervous and she hated how she stood outside of his classroom door - room 1515: Criminal Law - with her heart racing as she watched her boyfriend’s movements, fingers fast as he wrote on the chalkboard. 
Sneaking into the room could be easy with his back turned to the board lecturing about whatever. So, with a deep breath, she took the opportunity to slip into the room where her eyes immediately found Jungkook's, who noticeably perked up at the sight of her.
“Miss L/N, you’re 15 minutes late.” Hyungwon’s tone was set in stone. The anger that kissed his lips and slipped out of his mouth to yell at her caused her to halt her movements. She turned to him, his own eyes narrowing wanting an explanation, maybe more if class wasn’t fully in session.
She didn’t reply to him. What was she to say exactly? “Sorry I’m so late, Hyungwon! I fell asleep cuddling up to my best friend Jungkook who did something he wasn’t supposed to and because of that I turned off my phone to ignore your questions?”
Yeah, right.
“You're never this late.” Jungkook started the moment she sat down, “What happened?!”
“You, you dickhead!” Y/N whispered through grit teeth. “Whatever stunt you pulled last night pissed him off. He was blowing up my phone until the dead of night. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Jungkook’s smile was sheepish. He knew what he had done, and the outcome was what he wanted it to be, but he had hoped the fallout wouldn’t fall on him - especially if the Professor had any part in it.
“It was to give him a push!”
“A push for what?!” Y/N seethed, hating how close Jungkook moved his seat. “To piss him off? To grow suspicious? I couldn’t even see what you sent him-”
“You’re 15 minutes late and you want to interrupt my lecture, Miss L/N?” No matter what it was, Y/N hated when he referred to her by her last name - and when he suddenly threw the class' attention on the two of them.
Even when she wanted to say something, her mouth remained shut and her head fell limp in defeat. 
“He was staring at us the whole time since you came in.” Jungkook whispered to her the second Hyungwon turned his back to the class. “I fucked up last night and forgot to cover my tattoos. I think he realized it was me.”
Fucking idiot.
Silence soon filled the space between the two. It wasn’t like she was actually paying attention anyway; her mind fell between deep thoughts and observing Hyungwon's mood. The past few days of ignoring his texts seemed to affect him more than she had thought, and the once-kind Professor Chae had no care of who he snapped at and why. 
It was easy to see it was her fault. After all, her ignoring him and everything that fell afterwards was mainly her doing. She could understand why he was so upset.
The sound of chairs moving and people starting to talk is what had her snapping from her thoughts. Glancing around she spotted Jungkook already by the door, instead of waiting for her, his smirk was evident as he slipped out amongst the crowd.
Bastard.
“Miss L/N, can I have a word with you?”
Jeon Jungkook. That bastard planned everything.
Cursing under her breath, her eyes followed as her boyfriend walked to the door waiting for the last student to leave with a smile so forced she was sure the student would’ve noticed it. As much as she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he shut the door almost too calmly, the lock echoing across the room.
It was then that she noticed his face was void of any emotions, his eyes were blank and a scowl adorned his face.
“So,” He began, not moving from the door. He wasn't going to give her the chance to run. Not this time. “I see you’re quite friendly with Jungkook. Didn’t think we were on a break. I just thought my girlfriend wanted to be a brat because I wouldn’t let others know.”
“A brat?” The new nickname flew from her mouth in utter disbelief. “A break? Hyungwon, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Oh, don’t be asinine,” Hyungwon hissed. The moment his eyes met hers she felt a slight panic rush through her bones. “If you think for one second that I’m stupid, you’re wrong. I tried time and time again to have you come talk to me. But you continued to ignore me as if I didn't matter. How long did it take for you to run to him? You seemed pretty close to him according to that picture he sent.”
No matter what it was, she would find a way to ruin Jungkook's life. Not only for what was happening right now, but for deleting the picture off her phone. She hated how she wasn't aware of what the picture entailed. 
“He’s my best friend, Hyungwon. The one I pushed away so he wouldn't grow suspicious of our relationship. What? Do you think I just went to him to get fucked? Grow up, Hyungwon. If I did, it wouldn't be your concern. After all, I’m “single” and everyone knows I’m not seeing anyone.”
She watched as something in Hyungwon snapped. His once almost-composed nature fell and something switched.
“Get on the desk.” His request was simple, yet it took her a moment to process it. Her eyes were wide and their staredown felt endless and suffocating from the silence the room provided. “I said, get on the fucking desk, Y/N.”
“Hyungwon-” Her words were cut off by his fast movements. In three quick strides his hands found her waist, pushing her back until her butt hit the back of his messy desk. 
His lips were on hers the second she was forced to sit on the desk. The kiss was heated, the passion behind the millions of kisses they once shared gone with the past days. Hyungwon lips showed her no mercy, not once allowing her to catch up with the air that she might need.
A few days was far too much for Hyungwon.
He didn’t care how his tongue was forced into her mouth, he just enjoyed the moans that came from the back of her throat as she tried to fight him. He wasn’t letting her win this time.
“I don’t think you really fucked him,” He growled out the moment he broke the kiss. His fingers were now focused on her covered pussy, “I think you enjoy my cock too much. You just love to piss me off, huh? Love working me up so I can take my anger out on you.”
Even as he spewed words out, his mouth left bruises across her neck, done caring and done letting her walk around knowing that others didn’t know he fucked her raw. 
Hyungwon showed no mercy the second he inserted two fingers into her. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her drove her wild and she invited the feeling all the more. 
Hyungwon had no care in the world about the mess he’d make. 
Even with his eyes never leaving her own and her cries growing louder, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted everyone to know that she was his. 
“Fuck Hyungwon, I’m close—“ Yet, even the whine that she let out never deterred Hyungwon from feeling bad for stopping. He wanted her to cum around his cock, not his fingers. 
Wasting no time, his cock was in his hands, positioning himself at her entrance. He was done waiting. He’d be damned about the consequences. 
“This pussy is fucking mine.” He growled, enjoying the way her body moved with his. His thrusts were relentless and so were her moans. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you louder than my fucking desk scraping this damn floor, understand?”
Even in her moaning state, Hyungwon heard the soft “yes” that left her lips. 
Hyungwon watched as she threw her head back, the pure ecstasy flowing from her mouth and meeting his own for an unkept song. His own moans were animalistic, untamed, and unbothered about how loud he was being. His mind focused on how nice her pussy was feeling around his cock.
“I’m about to cum. Please, Hyungwon, let me cum. Please please please.”
The grunt that came from her boyfriend told her that it was ok, and in seconds the waves of her orgasm hit her strong and hard. Falling limp in his arms, Hyungwon soon reached his climax, cumming inside her with soft curses.
“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Hyungwon was the first to speak after they both caught their breath. His lips left soft kisses along the inside of her wrist, showing her that he was no longer angry at what happened. 
Though her smile was lopsided and her nod was tired, Hyungwon could see that she was alright. 
“I think I’ll be a bit sore, but other than that, I’m ok.”
“Hey,” Now his attention was fully on her, “I’m sorry for everything. If you want to tell Jungkook about us I won’t stop you. It isn’t right for me to be allowed to have my friends know and yours not.”
“Oh, baby, he already knows.”
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Frightful October: Spellbound: The Dream Keeper
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Summary:  Hyungwon was a dream keeper, giving his charges dreams for as long as he could remember. One day things changed when he accidentally put himself in your dreams.
Characters: Chae Hyungwon x Reader (small cameo from Jooheon)
Genre: Magic / Power of Dreams.
A/N: Welcome to the first week of Frightful October 2022 : Spellbound. I hope you enjoy this little story after so long away. You can find @prettywordsyouleft story here.
Word count: 1,976
  Everything in Hyungwon’s life had a purpose, an order. He couldn’t remember what his life was like before he came here, he didn’t seem to mind that either. He knew what his life was meant for. He had trained and been chosen for such an important job; he made sure people on his charge list dreamt whilst they slept.
To anyone outside of this realm it would seem silly. No one kept dreams, the person who dreamt created them all on their own. To a point that was true, but it took a certain type of person to give inspiration, to create the little link between the person and their inner subconscious’ desires and hopes.
That’s what dreams were.
He and many others had been given the task, and so his daily life was much the same. He clocked in at the start of his shift, and he spread the hope to everyone he needed to, making sure they had pleasant dreams, and more importantly, left the person with the desire to create and want more from their life.
He had always felt a sense of fulfilment and purpose, and so he never questioned anything when it came to his work. He spent many moments throughout his day making sure everything was perfect and catered to every charge he held within his list. His co-workers often praised him for his hard work and determination to make sure nothing went astray. Never in his time as a dream keeper had anything gone wrong, until now.
Hyungwon had successfully finished his shift, the last person on his list finally getting the inspiration they needed to leave a bad position in their life. He smiled to himself, knowing how much this specific charge needed it, and he felt good knowing they would be happier soon.
He knew that no one he sent dreams to knew of him, or even knew that people took care of them in such a way. He felt as if he’d seen them all grow up before his eyes, and they technically had, even if Hyungwon didn’t age at the human rate.
He was in his own world of thought when he was suddenly stopped as a hand wrapped around his arm.
“Oh good, you haven’t left yet!”
He turned to see his co-worker Jooheon panting slightly, as if he’d been running to find him.
“I was just about to head home. Is everything okay?”
“There’s been a problem.”
“Care to divulge what kind of problem? And are you going to let go of my arm?” Hyungwon scrunched his brows in confusion and frustration at being held up. He was never one to stray from routine, and this surely did change it.
Jooheon let go instantly, as if he’d been struck by lightning as he straightened his stance and caught his breath before continuing. “You stuffed up.”
“Me? No, I’d- “
“You put yourself in her dreams, Hyungwon! I think that consists of a big stuff up!”
“What?”
Hyungwon’s face fell instantly, a panic running through his veins as he tried to think over all his charges, and all the dreams he had kept recently. Nothing was coming to mind, so surely Jooheon had gotten it wrong. He would never be so careless as to put himself into a charges’ dreams.
That was one of the biggest rules you were not to break.
“You’ve got to be mistaken. I wouldn’t have done that.” He said shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’re the only Hyungwon who works here, and the only one with her, as a charge.” Jooheon replied as he pointed to a picture on his tablet of a woman, one Hyungwon knew very well.
Hyungwon closed his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he tried to figure out where exactly he had stuffed this up.
“Does anyone else know?”
Jooheon shook his head furiously “Not yet, but it won’t be long until they do. We need to fix this. You need to fix this.” He continued, pressing into Hyungwon’s chest firmly.
“And how do you suggest I do that?”
Jooheon’s face lit up as a smile spread across his face, making Hyungwon’s stomach drop at the sight.
“I think I’m going to regret asking that question, aren’t I?”
 Thirty minutes later and Hyungwon was cursing Jooheon profusely. How had he let himself be talked into this? It was an insane idea, and yet he knew deep down that there was no other way. If there were, he wouldn’t be standing outside your door, his hand about to knock on the hard wood. He shouldn’t be in the human world. It wasn’t unheard of for a dream keeper to be in this realm, but he guessed it never occurred to them to put themselves in their dreams either.
He sighed deeply, for what felt the hundredth time today as he bravely knocked. He knew he had to meet you, once something was in a person’s subconscious, it didn’t leave until some resolution came to be.
So, the answer had been to put himself in front of you, get him out of your system and then you could both carry on with your lives. He had no idea what he was going to say to you, even though he and Jooheon had come up with a plan before he left.
Suddenly he couldn’t remember a thing, when you opened the door and stood before him.
Did you always look this beautiful?
His eyes washed over you as you stood in your doorway, your own eyes large with what he assumed was shock, and a sense of realisation upon seeing him, but he was unsure why. You seemed to be breathing rapidly as your chest heaved up and down. He shook his head roughly. Everything about you overwhelmed him, and this feeling was new to him. He didn’t know what was happening, and then you spoke.
“Hi.”
It was simple. A single word, and yet hearing your voice in person did something else entirely to him. His body lit up at the sound, as if your voice was a song that only played for him. He swallowed roughly before replying.
“Hi.”
Hyungwon noticed the jolt that went through your own body at hearing his voice, but you seemed to recover better than he had, taking the two steps towards him and closing the gap between you both.
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
And then his hand was in yours. He didn’t know whether you grabbed it first or if he simply reached out for you. You gave it a light squeeze, a comforting smile forming on your face as you looked up at him.
“You’ve been waiting for me?”
He didn’t know what else to say. How could you know him? No one in this realm knew he existed, and yet here you were looking up at him as if you’d known him your whole life.
“Ever since I can remember. What took you so long?”
“What? I don’t- “
You looked up at him expectantly, your hands now moving to cup his face as you stretched up onto your tiptoes before murmuring his name against his lips. “Hyungwon.”
“How- “
And then your lips were on his.
They were softer than he ever could have imagined, he held his breath as you continued to press your lips onto his, your body coming closer, as his arms pulled you further into him. He gasped against you, allowing you access with your tongue as he began to see flashes of images inside his mind.
He saw you standing in front of him, turning to look back at him, smiling.
Cuddled together on a couch, watching something on a television.
Him laughing, his eyes crinkled in amusement at something you said.
All these little flashes of a life together, one he never knew could even exist, and yet it all felt so real. Tangible.
Attainable.
Hyungwon opened his eyes, moving from you as he broke the kiss, his breathing rapid now as he looked down at you, as if truly seeing you for the first time.
“What was that?”
“Do you not know?” You edged closer to him, your hand squeezing his gently again. “For a dream keeper, you’re pretty clueless on dreams.” You smirked as a chuckled vibrated through your body.
“How did you know I’m a – “Hyungwon asked in response, but you cut him off before he could continue.
“You’ve been in my dreams for as long as I can remember, and you had no idea.”
“How is that possible? I would have known before today if I’d done that.”
Hyungwon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This day had certainly not gone how he had thought it would. He was never one to make a mistake, and here you were telling him the one mistake he had done, he’d been doing far longer than he knew of. How was that even possible? How did you know of his existence and that he was a dream keeper?
He began to feel lightheaded, his vision blurring slightly as a new wave of panic washed over him. He didn’t understand anything. Everything he knew had been turned upside down.
“Hyungwon. Look at me,” you asked gently, bringing him out of his reverie, “At first, I had no idea who you were. I’d never seen you before, and you appeared in my dreams so often that I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, when we weren’t together in my dreams, I searched for meanings behind them, and I figured out what you were. You want to know why you never realized?”
“Yes, tell me.” The pleading words left his lips before he had any time to think.
You pulled him towards your door, tugging him down on the step as you sat next to one another, holding his hand the whole time reassuringly. Hyungwon didn’t know why but it made him feel comforted, he calmed himself down in that moment as he looked to you, waiting for the answer.
“Because they were your dreams too.”
“But dream keepers can’t dream,” he simply stated, his mind going through all the things he had learnt and been taught over the years to become what he was. Surely you were wrong.
“Of course, they can. Why do you think you keep dreams alive?”
“I just – “
And then the world stopped.
That missing piece finally clicked into place.
The way he never strayed from routine. How he always did the same thing, day in and day out. How when he left work after every shift, he felt hollow. The only time he felt truly himself was when he helped his charges with their dreams. He yearned for more from his life, and yet he didn’t even realize he could. He thought all those times he gifted inspiration to the others and to you, were for your benefit, but now he finally saw that the extra attention to detail was of his own making.
He dreamed to have someone to call his own. He wanted to be more to someone than just a keeper of dreams.
And so, he had put himself into the position to achieve more.
He put himself in your dreams, to become more, for himself.
And for you.
“Is this real?”
He leaned his forehead against yours as his hands cupped the sides of your face. Your breaths mingled, staying like that for a silent moment, just soaking in the air around you both as he gathered himself, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. He wasn’t just a dream keeper anymore. He was here with you. As a real person.
“Kiss me and find out.”
He chuckled then, as his eyes crinkled, wasting no time in capturing your lips once again.
Dreams really could come true.
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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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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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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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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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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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