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iibonniee · 7 months

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A Warm Bath

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex

Rating: R

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Who would’ve thought a nice warm bath would be so… relaxing?

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The bubbles that often made themselves known had always caught her attention as she enjoyed the lukewarm water. Baths after a long day had always helped calm her nerves; the silence that filled the bathroom quickly became a comfort. That was until the movement behind her had the water move, a tiny bit hitting the tiled floor outside of the tub. Soon, a chuckle was heard.

“Sorry.” She had almost forgotten her boyfriend was enjoying the bath with her. He had been so still the whole time. She had sworn she was enjoying the bath alone. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her back so that her back was flush against his chest. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your thoughts, gorgeous.”

Hyungwon’s words were soft as he spoke. His lips were like a magnet to her skin, placing delicate kisses along the nape of her neck. His hands moved slowly, tracing idle circles on her stomach, the sensation of his touch mixed with the warmth of the water creating a feeling of pure satisfaction.

She tilted her head to look up at him, her expression mirroring the teasing smile on his face. His eyes gleamed mischievously in the dim bathroom lighting, suggestive yet innocent. He leaned down to place a lingering kiss on her lips, taking a moment to relish in the taste and feel of her before pulling back.

Chuckling lightly, she nudged him teasingly, “Well, if you’re going to intrude on my bathtime thoughts, you might as well make it worthwhile.”

Hyungwon’s smirk deepened at her words. “What have you got in mind, sweetheart?”

“I think you should let me tell you about my very long and boring day.” Her grin was teasing as she watched her lover roll his eyes. Whether she was partially joking or not, she knew deep down that he didn’t care. “Are you rolling your eyes at me, Chae Hyungwon?”

It was quite easy for him to avoid her question. Instead, his lips once again met her shoulder, leaving teasing kisses in their wake. She knew his mind was entirely elsewhere. It was quite obvious the moment he grew far too excited to join her in her almost daily bath time de-stressor.

Hyungwon only had one thing in mind.

“If you want me to be truly honest with you, dear,” Hyungwon spoke up between kisses and soft nibbles, “I quite frankly don’t give a shit about how bad your workday was. They treat you like shit at your company, and I make enough to support us both. But that is the last thing I’m thinking about. What is on my mind now is this: I desperately want to fuck the shit out of you.”

His brashness made her laugh, the sound echoing brightly in the tiled room. The smug satisfaction in his voice was unmistakable, his words carrying a playful tinge that turned the air around them even steamier. He pulled her closer, his hot body against her back, eroding her intention to continue talking about her day. She could only shudder in anticipation as she felt his lips trace down her neck to the junction in between her shoulder blades.

“Well, I suppose in that context, my day was truly terrible,” she mused, her voice becoming breathless as his hands began to roam over her body again, each touch leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Was it now?” Hyungwon replied, his low voice filled with a dark pleasure that promised things far better than the petty troubles of everyday work life. He buried his face in her neck, the sensation of his hot breath on her skin making her squirm. His fingers skillfully mapped their way over her body, trailing a path of fire that left her swimming in sensation.

His hand that had been lazily circling her stomach now moved lower, teasing the edge of her thighs. He reveled in the quick intake of her breath, the tiny gasp that rippled through her when his fingers slid between her legs. He moved slowly, tracing playful circles, making her breath hitch with anticipation.

She let out a low moan when his fingers finally slipped inside her, a meeting of warm water and her own heat. He moved skillfully, with a precision honed by an avid familiarity with her body, his fingers exploring her in a series of movements that left her trembling with pleasure.

“Hyungwon,” she murmured into the silence, her voice barely audible over the sound of water gently lapping at the side of the tub. Hyungwon shushed her gently, lips brushing against her ear, even as his hand continued its languid motion, nudging her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Tell me about your day, baby. Even though I don’t care about that shitty company. Lay it on me, and I’ll be a good boyfriend and listen and finger fuck you.” He whispered, his sarcastic tone almost begging for every little detail.

His words drew a breathy chuckle from her, the absurdity of the situation overwhelming her. Breathlessly, she started to talk, her voice shaky as her arousal grew. “My boss… he wanted me to… he wanted me… fuck – he wanted me to finish all these projects come Tuesday-“

Every sentence was interjected with a hitched breath or a soft moan as she described an unending line of meetings, irritating colleagues, and insurmountable paperwork.

Through it all, Hyungwon maintained his rhythm, his fingers sliding over and through her in a tantalizing dance. As she stumbled on a particularly tricky issue she had faced, his fingers curled within her, drawing a loud gasp.

“Having trouble talking, sweetheart?” he teased, wicked delight threading through his voice as he gently at her earlobe. His comment earned him a playful swat, though it did little to distract him from his ministrations.

With every passing moment, talking became more challenging, her words dissolving into breathless sighs and soft moans. His movements were unyielding, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The buildup was phenomenal; her heart pounded in her chest, heat pooled at her core, and her body a taut string waiting to snap.

“Fuck, Hyungwon, I’m so close…” She whimpered out, the tub’s edge becoming a victim to her grasp.

“I want you to cum around my cock, baby.” His words were a growl in her ear, a shiver-inducing contrast to the warm bath water enveloping them. Before she could regain her breath, he withdrew his fingers, leaving her begging — echoing emptiness where they once were. Without warning, he shifted behind her and guided her hip, turning her towards him. She glanced down, anticipation evident in her eyes as she registered his fully erect length. His gaze never left hers, the intensity sending a shock of pleasure shooting straight down her spine.

“Ready?” He spoke in barely more than a seductive whisper, leaving no room for a verbal reply. The anticipation in her gaze was answered enough.

Hyungwon teased her momentarily with his tip, reveling in how she bit her lip in anticipation. With practiced ease, he positioned himself at her entrance, taking a moment to savor her reaction. He moaned at the sight of her biting her lower lip, anticipation written in the crease between her brows. With a gentle thrust, he pushed his lean length into her, filling her slowly, deliberately — and her gasp filled the bathroom.

Setting a steady rhythm, he moved slowly at first, long rolling strokes that had her breath hitching in time with the thrusts. The slow build was maddeningly good, working them into a desirous frenzy. Slow was replaced with a faster, more urgent pace, matching the frantic beat of their hearts. Her nails dug into the soft flesh of his back as he thrust into her harder.

The moment her breath faltered, trailing off into whimpers of pleasure, he slowed. His thumb delved lower, fingers slick with bath water as they found her clit, applying the perfect pressure in tantalizing circles. The combined stimulation of his thrusts and touches sent her catapulting over the edge, her climax washing over her like a tidal wave. Her walls squeezed him, pulling a throaty growl from deep within him. As her spasms began to ebb, he yielded to his own release, his grip on her tight as he spilled his warmth inside her, letting go in a surge of satisfaction. Panting heavily, they held each other as they rode out the aftershocks, the echo of their shared climax hanging heavy in the steam-filled air.

“I won’t lie,” Hyungwon finally spoke up after finally catching his breath, “I fucking hate when I have to hear you bitch about your job. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I don’t mind it. But seeing you come home stressed out makes me really hate your job. The only plus side is sex is always good when you’re so tense.”

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jooberry · 1 year

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title : middle of the night

next part : part II

pairing : hyungwon x female reader

genre : smut, friends with benefits, idol!au

word count : 3,5k

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It’s raining heavily outside. Raindrops crash against the windows in loud cracks, thunder reverberates menacingly, and trees sway and vibrate along with the wind. You were supposed to spend the night catching up on some work stuff, but your attention keeps coming back to the strings of lights cutting through the sky, on the violent rumbling shaking the city. You usually find comfort in the melody of rain knocking on glass, but tonight it makes you restless. Thunder reminds you of Hyungwon now – you’ve first met on a thunderous night like this one, and the memory of this makes you crave his presence every time. You reminisce about how he had told you that you were too old to be afraid of thunderstorms but had still stayed up with you all night.

You’d lived through countless thunderstorms before meeting him, and you had a pretty solid routine to ease your mind on a night like this one; a good jazz record, noise-canceling headphones, your favorite cup of tea, and a cozy sweater had always seemed enough for you to get by until today. Today, you feel like something is missing. Hyungwon not being there to share his questionable music taste, to listen to you ramble on and on about your favorite books feels odd...almost sad. Him not being there to make you lose yourself in his touch feels so foreign.

It dawns on you that you could text Hyungwon, ask him to come and hold you through the night – he was there, you knew that because he had posted about this coffee place he loved earlier today – but something, the distant murmur of a feeling that you have yet to identify is making you think twice about doing that. Hyungwon was the one to reach out every time, and it felt better that way; you liked the idea of him thinking about you, missing you, and having to bend to your schedule. Disturbing this fragile balance would be an admission of missing his presence and you don’t feel yet ready to let him know that – even though, there is no way he doesn’t know that you cherish those moments with him.

Of course, Hyungwon knows. It’s so obvious. Everything from the way you’re always playing so hard to get, to the way you fold at the slightest of his touch screams that you’re enjoying those moments with him. There is no point in playing those games and putting up those facades when the truth always comes out when your bodies collide. You reach for your phone, but to your surprise, he has already beat you to the chase.

HW, 01:37

I know you’re afraid of thunderstorms I’m coming to save you

You can’t help a smile, the kind of those you always try so hard to hide in front of him – the distant murmur of unidentified emotions was progressively becoming louder in your mind recently. At first, there was nothing, just an unescapable attraction that you hadn’t tried to suppress, then it became a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach every time Hyungwon showed up at your door, and now it felt like a fire – a beautiful and comforting thing, but also something dangerous and impossible to control. You know better than to play with fire, yet here you are, expecting not to get burned.

You, 01:41

I’m waiting for you then

You get up, taking the headphones off your ears. You were listening to one of Hyungwon’s songs anyway – one of those where you couldn’t help but ask yourself what it was all about. Was it only a fragment of his twisted imagination? You? Someone else? You had thought about asking him about it, but there was simply no way to ask him this question without bringing up a bigger issue that you want nothing to do with. It would either mean overexaggerating your importance in his life and thus exposing some sort of delusion he would have no choice but to squash and thus breaking something in you – or exposing yourself to the revelation that you were just one of many girls who had found your way into Hyungwon’s bed, and thus breaking something in you; and who could tell if what was broken today could be recovered later?

Well, Hyungwon‘s songs were explicitly talking about love, and whatever was between you and him was not love, you knew that much. There was lust and desire, a whole lot of it, and possibly appreciation, some form of friendship, but love? That was ridiculous. As you set to fix your appearance before he arrives, you let your mind wander on a question that is making your heart beat a thousand times per second: what will you do if you’re not the only one? What could have led you to believe that you could have been the only one? You were obviously not the only one sensitive to Hyungwon‘s charm. If you were ready to compromise a job and shit ton of money over a night with him, what were others willing to sacrifice? The realization is terrifying, and by the time you’re done getting ready, all that you can feel is bewilderment. While you were originally wearing the sweater he had forgotten the last time Hyungwon was at your place, you ended up throwing it in the pile of dirty laundry.

You only have time to get the kettle going before your doorbell rings twice. Sighing, you make your way to the door to open it, and without surprise, it’s him. All the upheaval you were feeling towards him disappears when you see how drenched he is, and how he doesn't seem to mind as he smiles at you in an oddly cute way. You watch him take off his beanie, before ruffling his equally sodden hair. Hyungwon‘s jacket is dripping water on the floor, but he casually takes it off before shoving it into your clothes dryer.

“You didn’t have to come,” you say, as he bends down to take off his shoes. You can see his body shivering slightly from the cold, as he rubs his hands together to warm them.

“I was nearby” Hyungwon replies, following you into the living room area. “I only got caught in the rain when I got off the car, don’t worry” he smiles again, checking something on his phone, before putting it away on the coffee table. You always ask that of him every time he comes, and it’s funny that he’s been here enough times already to have picked up this habit.

“You were at the studio?” you ask, not able to shake off the fact that you want to know what Hyungwon‘s doing when he’s not working and he’s not with you.

“Yes” he replies, running his hand through his hair “I spent the day trying to finish that one song, but nothing came. I ran out of ideas”Hyungwon crashes on the couch next to you, grabbing a cushion before closing his eyes.

“Is that why you wanted to come?” you ask, scooting closer to him so you can play with his still-damp hair. He doesn’t reply, and for a moment, you think he has fallen asleep.

“No. I just wanted to see you”Hyungwon says, relaxing into your touch. You hum at his response, and it hits you then: you will never have any insight into his day-to-day life. You’re bound to take his word for it and believe whatever he tells you. For all you know, he could have spent the day with another woman, and you’d be none the wiser.

“Am I supposed to believe that?” you ask, massaging his shoulders. He chuckles, turning his head towards you.

“Why not?”Hyungwon asks, massaging your thigh.

“We both know that’s a lie” you whisper, straddling his lap. You’ve made a mistake by introducing this topic, and the only way to get him to forget about it is to give him what he really came for. You pull on his hair to make him tilt his head back and kiss him. Hyungwon kisses back immediately, grabbing you by the waist to press your body tighter against his.

You can feel the fire you were picturing in your mind earlier burn your skin, and your whole body ignites. It’s been countless days since the last time you’ve seen Hyungwon, and it’s not until he touched you again that you realize how much you had missed this. His cute and chill attitude was only a façade because in no time he has you on your knees and ordered you to suck him off. You’re happy to follow his orders, relieved that he chose to get rid of his frustration rather than entertain your silly little feelings. You make quick work of his jeans, which he kicks under the small stone table in front of your couch, and immediately back to your task. Your eyes meet as you take as much of him as you can in your mouth, but it’s not enough – Hyungwon grabs your hair and presses your head on his cock so deep you can feel him in your throat. You barely have time to adjust to his size and he starts rocking his hips against your mouth, you can barely breathe and your eyes feel with tears.

He lets you go as you moan, and he falls back groaning against the couch. You go back for him, and this time he doesn’t have to do anything; you’re chasing the feeling so hard he hits the back of your throat every time. Hyungwon grips your hair a little softer this time and orders you to look at him. Once again, you follow his order, looking at him through teary eyes full of adoration, while he completely devours you with his gaze. His desire is so deep, so dark, that you can’t help but fear for what he’s going to do to you this time – he always manages to do the craziest things to you, to bring you places you didn’t even know your body could go. But tonight, Hyungwon has no time to play. He’s annoyed and frustrated, and your body is the perfect outlet to vent all those emotions. He gets up and throws you where he used to sit on the couch, then drags your shorts along with your underwear down to your ankles. He doesn’t even bother taking them off your body and plunges right into you. You gasp at the intrusion, your vision blurred by the sudden rush of pleasure; the grip Hyungwon has on your neck is painful and breathing is a little hard but coupled with the way he’s already fucking you so hard, it feels so good.

You’re lost in his eyes, as your mind gets cloudier and cloudier, and the pleasure gets too much, too soon, and that apart from your hand over his, from your nails against his chest, there’s nothing you can do. Hyungwon starts asking you how good he feels, how deep you can feel him, how much of a good girl you are – and it drives him absolutely insane when you do this, when you try to speak but can only form high-pitched moans and incoherent cries. It drives him insane how deep your voice gets the harder he goes; he lives for this. Hyungwon feels you clenching around him, and starts to rub your clit with his thumb, fast-charging the orgasm that was building up in the pit of your stomach for a while. It only takes a few minutes for you to gush all over the couch and on his face with a loud scream; body shaking uncontrollably off the couch – he’s pushed out of you but immediately comes back to pin you down and starts eating you out.

You’re way too sensitive for this, but Hyungwon doesn’t care, his strength is enough to lock you in place as he gives your body way more than it can handle. Your head is buzzing, and you can’t focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. The pleasure is consuming and overwhelming, and yet you keep craving more, you make sure that his head is pressed against your core as hard as possible, which prompts him to insert two of his fingers inside of you and to start pumping. It’s enough to push you over the edge once more. This time you’re gushing so hard you can feel some of it spill on your face, and even with his two strong hands pinning you down, you’re shaking off the couch. When you look down at Hyungwon, the lower half of his face is covered in your juices, as well as the tip of his hair.

“Please” you start begging, but you barely manage to open your mouth that he’s back between your legs, devouring you so hard you’re fighting for your life to push him off you. You’re screaming and pushing back against him so hard, but Hyungwon remains unmovable, and with the fatal dance of his tongue and fingers, you’re overwhelmed by pleasure yet again. He manages to grab your legs before they give up on you and put them on his shoulders, you’re begging again – voice weak and tears filling your eyes, but he whispers a quick “shh” and slowly slides inside of you.

The moan that escapes from his lips is so beautiful, so deep, you can’t help but bite into your hand to muffle your screams. You want to hear him, only him. His pace is fast and punishing, but you want to hear and see him, no matter how hard it is. Hyungwon bends down and kisses you for the first time tonight and you can taste all of yourself on his tongue, on every part of his mouth, and just the thought of it drives you absolutely insane. You push a strand of black hair away from his face, as your gaze is lost in his; half-lidded eyes too afraid to look away, to lose the beauty of his face when he looks at you like this – like he absolutely hates every single thing about you, like he wants to destroy you. You want to be destroyed, though, so you grab one of his hands and place it around your neck.

“Faster” you beg, which makes him smile wickedly. Hyungwon closes his hand around your throat and picks up his pace. Your mouth forms a perfect o, and keeping your eyes open becomes impossible. You can feel him so deep it feels like he’s all up in your guts; you can’t suppress your moans anymore, and neither do you want to. He must know how good he makes you feel. “Faster” you repeat, even though you already can’t handle his current pace.

“You’re such a fucking slut” Hyungwon spits with a wicked grin, pressing his palm harder against your windpipe. “Begging for more of my cock when you can’t even handle this much” you put your hand over his, mirroring the smile on his face. Hyungwon keeps going, pressing his forehead against yours.

He’s caught off guard when you close your other hand around his throat, before ordering through batted breaths “I said faster.”Hyungwon chuckles, pushing your legs further onto the leather, he reaches deeper inside of you and starts fucking you even harder than before. You scream, so hard it resonates through the entire living room, and probably through the entire apartment as well. Had the floor not been yours, neighbors would have probably been knocking on your door and calling the cops by now, trying to save you from whoever was trying to hurt you. They wouldn’t know this was exactly what you wanted, being brought to this place where pleasure and pain met to form one overwhelming sensation – something you couldn’t help but crave each time you were laying with him. Your breath was stuck in your throat, and your body was right on edge, ready to fall headfirst into the most crushing orgasm since that last time in his studio. Just then, Hyungwon reaches down and starts rubbing on your clit, giving you just what you needed to sink for good.

This time there’s a deafening silence, during which your body is limp, unable to move except for your nails digging hard into his hand and his neck. You feel out of time and space, unable to think or to stand on your own. Hyungwon picks you up and makes his way to your bedroom, where he drops you on the bed before sinking two of his fingers back inside of you. You moan at the burning sensation, before gushing all over the sheets only after a few thrusts. He plunges right back, and resumes his fast, deep, punishing pace from before; you’re nothing more than a ragdoll at this point, submitted to the extreme violence of his desire without being able to push back against it – not that you wanted to. You couldn’t look at anything other than him, and how he was so focused on making you cum over and over again until you couldn’t take it anymore; until all that was left was pain.

When you start to shake uncontrollably again, Hyungwon flips you on your back and dives right back, fucking so deep and hard that your body is sinking into the mattress – he has to push you against the headboard because you keep running from him. It’s overwhelming, him inside of you, his groans mixing with your screams, his hands slapping your cheeks, his heart beating against your skin; too much at the same time. You have no idea of how long you were doing this at this point, but you just wanted to take what he was giving you. Hyungwon grips your hair, forcing your head back against his chest, before grabbing your neck with his other hand. By the way he was breathing, you could tell that his end was close and that he was giving you everything he had left. Your arms gave up on you though, and you fall back on the sheets, but instead of picking you up, he lays on top of you.

Hyungwon nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hard against your skin before stopping after a few more thrusts. You feel him coming and grab his hand, as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. The moan he lets out is the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard from him, it sent shivers down your spine, and you moan as he slowly fills you up. You try to turn over to lay on your back, but Hyungwon pushes your arm and starts kissing your neck and your shoulder. You stayed like that for a while – you couldn’t tell how long, but you were slowly drifting in and out of sleep when he finally got up. You finally turned over just as he’s back in the bedroom, holding a glass of water and towel in each hand. He puts the glass on your bedside table before kneeling before you on the bed. It’s the first time Hyungwon is cleaning you up, and it feels oddly intimate yet incredibly awkward; you grab the glass when he exits the room again, hugging your knees against your chest.

To be fair, Hyungwon has never come inside of you like that before – even though the contraception topic had been dealt with early on in your relationship. But what really bothers you is why you grabbed his hand earlier? It had felt so wholesome, so warm that you could almost think that it was lovemaking and not fucking. He startles you out of your thoughts when he comes back and slips under the sheets next to you.

“You okay?” Hyungwon asks, bringing you against his chest. His heart was still beating relatively fast, but so is yours so you don’t think too much of it. You hum in response, awkwardly holding your empty glass as if you were afraid of moving. You stay like that for a while, listening in on each other’s breathing without a move. You thought you could just fall asleep like this and rest until he had to go in the early morning, but his voice broke the silence.

“I was being serious, you know. I really wanted to see you tonight” Hyungwon starts, putting his head on yours. “The thunderstorm reminded me of you”

“Forget about that, I was just joking around” you sigh, running the tip of your nails along his skin. “You don’t have to justify yourself” Hyungwon furrows his brows, puzzled at your reaction, but he lets you talk nonetheless. “This was never meant to be more than just sex, so let it be just that...let’s not complicate things”

Hyungwon purses his lips and pretends to ignore the complex mix of emotions clouding his mind at your words and plays along. You look up at him, and he fakes a faint smile; when you nuzzle your head back in his chest, he starts playing with your hair, nursing you to sleep. When your breathing finally slows down, he sneaks out of your bed and puts on his clothes before disappearing without a word.

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kikoovrr · 1 year

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hyungwon - hueningkai ׂ ִ ✩ ᰋ 제발 다른 사람과 사랑에 빠지지 마세요, 아무도 당신을 기다리지 않게 해주세요 .. 💭 Enchanted . . . 〣 ꒰ 🌪 + 🎹

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blizzardfluffykpop · 8 months

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Kissable

Summary: A lazy movie day turns into something more as Hyungwon can't get enough of your lips.

Oneshot

Fluff, Smut, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,330

Hyungwon X Afab! Reader

Imagine Version

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

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As you laze around on your couch, you get a text from your boyfriend that says, “Wanna come over?” And you smile as you text back, “I’ll be there in ten.” You throw on your shoes and walk over to his dorm. You knock, and he opens the door and kisses the top of your head. You smile and kick off your shoes as he leads you to the living room. And you both collapsed onto the couch.

You lay your head across his lap as he turns on the television. “You know I was doing the same thing at my apartment?” He shrugs and looks down at you, “Yeah, but isn’t it more fun together?” You laugh and nod, “Always.” He asks, “What movie tonight?” “Something we’ve seen before?” He hums and flips it onto the notebook, “Why do we always watch this sad movie?” He shrugs, “You said something we’ve seen before.” You sigh, “I did say that.” He laughs, and you both watch on. He grabs a pop can from the coffee table, hands it to you, and grabs his own. “Thanks.” He smiles, and you crack it open before leaning up to drink a few sips before putting it back onto the coffee table and collapsing back onto his lap. He groans, “Jeez,” and sets his can down, you laugh, “Sorry.” He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead, and you both return to watching the movie.

It’s halfway through the movie when you catch 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.” You roll your eyes and lean up to kiss him again. “I don’t think this movie is that interesting anymore.” He smirks, “Really?” You shake your head, and you both readjust so you have your arms around his neck and sit on his lap to kiss him some more.

He holds you close, fingers tangling into your head, “I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself.” You pull back to laugh before capturing his lips into another kiss, “I love you.” He groans, pulling away from the kiss, “Fuck, I love you too, babe.” You smile and tangle your hands into his hair, trying to bring him closer, “I can’t get enough of you.” He grins as he whispers against your lips, “I can’t get enough of you either.” Before capturing your lips in his again, you grind your hips into his, and you both stutter out a groan. He tightens his hold in your hair as he licks your bottom lip. You gasp, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. You give up and let him as you grind down harder on him. He pulls back from your lips, leaving a trail of saliva connecting you both, and you two can’t help but laugh before you bring him into another kiss.

He moves his hands from your hair to your hips and starts controlling your movements against his hips. Against your lips, he whispers, “That’s it, baby.” You gasp as his lips move from yours to your neck. He starts sucking a hickey onto your collarbone, and you groan, and he continues nibbling on the skin until he finds the spot that has your hips stuttering against his. “Won, please…” “Hmm?” He murmurs against your neck, leaving you shivering, “Fuck, please... y’know?” He shakes his head, “Hmm, I’m not quite sure I do.” You groan out in frustration, pull back from his lips, move your hands down from his soft hair to his shirt, and tug on it. “Is that what you want?” He asks, all cocky with his eyebrows raised. You sigh and shake your head as you tug on it, “No, y'know what I want…” He smirks, “I'm still not sure I do…” He relinquishes his hold and allows you to pull the shirt over his head. You run your hands over his chest, and he shivers.

He moves one hand back into your hair as he grinds his hips into yours. “What if we finish just like this?” You pout as he brings his lips to yours, “Huh? What do you say?” You whine, “No, Won, please…” He nods, and without a second word, he pulls your shirt up and over your head. “You look so beautiful, my dear.” You blush and kiss his nose, and he shakes his head, “If you want me to fuck you, you better kiss me right.” You nod and immediately kiss his lips. As you make out with him, you feel his hips stutter underneath you. And he asks, “Are you close, baby?” You nod, not able to form a comprehensible answer.

He reaches into the side table beside him and pulls out a little packet, and you make a note in your blurry mind to ask him about that later. He has you sit up from him, and he quickly shoves his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to spring out. He quickly rolls the condom onto himself as you step off of him and slip out of the rest of your clothes. He brings you back into his embrace and carefully slips himself inside of you, “You still close, baby?” You nod, “Good.” You sigh as he slides completely into you, “Shi-shit, Hyungwon, I’m not- I’m not gonna last…” He groans and pulls you into another kiss. Against your lips, he mumbles, “Me neither.” As he thrusts up faster into you, you do your best to meet his pace before he pulls you down and slams your hips together in tandem. “I-I- Won- please… I’m…” He groans and starts thrusting inside of you faster, “C’mon, baby… You got this, cum with me.” You pull back from his lips, “Won, I’m going to-” “Fuck, me too.” You plant your lips against his as you cum together.

He pulls away breathlessly, placing his forehead against yours as he grows soft. “Shit, that was so hot…” You agree as you try to catch your breath, “I know, you know, but you're a great kisser.” He smiles and kisses the side of your lips, “You’re not so bad yourself~” You roll your eyes and slip off of him, “If you want to kiss me, you better kiss me properly.” You settle back onto his covered thighs as he laughs. And he pulls you into another heated kiss. When you both pull away again, you ask, “You want to continue upstairs?” He nods, “This time you’ll do a majority of the work?” You shrug and give him a lazy smile, “Only if you carry me up.” He laughs, “I can live with that.”

—Bonus—

You lay back against the pillows and look at the ceiling, “I can’t believe we fucked while one of the saddest movies was on in the background.” He laughs, “It was better than fucking to the Bridge of Terabithia.” You nod, “You have me there.” You think back to him pulling out the condom from the sofa table. “Why did you have a condom in there?” He hums, “You mean in the console?” You nod, “Yeah.” He shrugs, “You never know when you’re going to need it~” You shake your head at him, “Why’s that?” You turn your head to look at him as he answers, “When you have someone like you around... You always have to be prepared.” You pout, “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He smiles and turns to look at you, “Just like your lips, I find you absolutely irresistible.” You smile, satisfied with his answer, “I love you.” He grins and kisses your forehead, “I love you too.”

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monsta x / fake dating

warning: bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.

requested by @sweeticeream.

↣ shownu

frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)

when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it

why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?

you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes

so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt

and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes

sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company

which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you

it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade

but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year

and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you

there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here

but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”

that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”

you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down

but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”

so, that was that, then

“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”

“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”

yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot

and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?

he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room

or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to

and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that

but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”

and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot

and there it was

the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous

god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though

“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes

he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”

cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”

“oh, that.”

silence

honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now

but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”

oh, well okay, but what does that mean????

your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else

something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear

but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it

so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻‍♀️

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”

so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be

but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk

it was barely there, though!

you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all

but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe

but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??

did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??

alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend

and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him

so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating

your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding

except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him

he’d always use the boyfriend card

“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”

and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣ kihyun

okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating

you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take

he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”

(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)

and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this

until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around

so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer

and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away

you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else

preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you

but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other

you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look

“what the hell happened????”

finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”

you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend

“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying

“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”

“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin

kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you

your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)

and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?

and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”

you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things

one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating

and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion

but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him

and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was

he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager

he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day

“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked

hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office

but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”

and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”

cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager

eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not

but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?

it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people

and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone

and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now

you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager

but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house

and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses

so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”

“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”

“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”

oh, okay, then

now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great

“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”

“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”

hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”

you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast

(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)

“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”

“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly

“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”

quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”

oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself

“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”

he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—

but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣ jooheon

you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar

so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships

“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out

“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”

dumb or not, it worked

finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks

it was a dream come true

and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!

you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”

jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”

funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit

your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times

and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)

nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)

so it was all fun and games

until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time

jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”

but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night

when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised

so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights

“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”

you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier

but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you

“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked

he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”

“for our date,” he explained.

“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”

“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣ i.m

he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)

there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take

and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything

or so he said

you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever

how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!

you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town

their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)

the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments

you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family

it was crushing

you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home

and now you were lying to them

so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives

he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)

“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”

???????

he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else

but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings

“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”

he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head

“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”

you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”

he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”

you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped

swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”

“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”

you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”

he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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jinkoh · 7 months

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coming home

hyungwon x gn reader

tags: domestic fluff, kids/family au, dad!hyungwon, non-idol au, SFW

word count: 720

a/n: it's rlly just a tiny silly drabble about house husband!hyungwon bc @blizzardfluffykpop and I had dad!mx brainrot~

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When you’d first breached the topic of having children it felt difficult to you. You wanted children, you truly did. But you felt so torn at the thought that you’d have to give up on all the things you’d built up for yourself at work. Your career was important to you and you didn’t want to have to cut back, but just thinking about that made you feel terrible and like you couldn’t possibly be a good parent. Shouldn’t your children always come first? But was it so wrong to not want to choose between having a career and having a family?

Thoughts like these kept haunting you, but you didn’t dare to tell Hyungwon any of them. You were too scared to admit that, even in front of him.

Hungwon knew you well though. He noticed that you were brooding about this, stressing yourself out before you’d even made any decisions.

“You know,” he’d said one night, both of you already comfortable in bed and ready to call it a day. “I don’t mind staying home.”

“Huh?” You’d just stared at him through the dark. Somehow that possibility hadn’t even occurred to you.

“I can cut down my hours and I can also work from home a lot,” he continued and it didn’t sound like an impulsive idea. Hyungwon seemed to have given it a lot of thought.

Of course, the topic hadn’t been done and over with yet—you’d discussed things some more and considered your options realistically before even trying for a baby.

But in the end, you did it just like Hyungwon had suggested: He reduced his work hours and stayed home with the kids, only driving to the office if it really couldn’t be helped. And you returned to work, not having to give up on the goals you had for your career. It worked out well for the both of you: Hyungwon seemed to enjoy getting to stay with the kids and you were relieved you could keep your job without worrying. You loved your job after all.

And yet there was nothing you loved more than coming home to your family after a long day and listening to what they’d been up to during dinner time.

Today was no exception, you were filled with a sense of warmth and anticipation as you unlocked the door, happy to be back with your chaotic little family soon. You slipped out of your shoes and stepped inside, almost stumbling over your daughter’s backpack that she must have left in the hallway. It was oddly quiet, and you quickly found out why:

When you came into the living room you found your husband taking a nap on the floofy rug, the baby sleeping soundly on his chest and your daughter curled up at his side. They must have tired themselves out a lot to all be asleep like that and it was such a sweet sight, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking a picture.

You were hungry and had been looking forward to having dinner, but now that thought was basically forgotten. Instead of getting dinner ready and waking them up, you laid down on Hyungwon’s other side, resting your head against his shoulder and listening to the calm breathing of your family.

The moment you closed your eyes though, Hyungwon blinked his open to look at you.

“Welcome home,” he whispered barely audibly.

“I’m home,” you replied, earning you a smile.

“I’m sorry about dinner.”

“Don’t be. I can wait for dinner if it means I get to spend time with my family like this.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, gently nudging your nose with his own, “I like this too.”

Just when you both closed your eyes again, you were interrupted by a loud voice.

“I’M HUNGRY,” your daughter declared with fervor, making you once again wonder whom she got all this energy from. It surely wasn’t her dad, whose eyes still looked all sleepy.

At your daughter's loud announcement, the baby started to cry, not very pleased about the rude awakening.

Hyungwon huffed a laugh, as he gently rocked it in his arms. “There is no peace in this family,” he complained but there was no bite to it.

“I’m afraid so,” you replied, giving him a peck on the cheek and then got up. “Let’s make dinner.”

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#had some time to spare on my train today before i fell asleep lmao #i wanted to add them cooking too but i thought maybe this is a good point to end it #hyungwon x reader #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop headcanons #kebbis.writing #....do i need to make a monsta x masterlist perhaps

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imaginekpopidols · 8 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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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

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.

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.

#monsta x smut #monsta x hard hours #monsta x imagines #hyungwon x reader #hyungwon scenarios #hyungwon imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #hyungwon smut #chae hyungwon smut #sttks writing

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spacequokka · 5 months

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Your Ex meets your kid

You were as beautiful as you were the day you left him.

Granted, you looked a little different, older and mature. Your curves had a devastating effect on Hyungwon's focus, leading him to overappreciate how you filled out the leggings you wore. He was on his way over to you before he even realized it.

"Hey--" He called out. You stood at the backseat door of your car, focused on something inside. Right as he made it to your side, you pulled a baby out and into the sun. "Oh."

You noticed him immediately and your face lit up. "Hyungwon! Hey, how've you been?"

He couldn't keep the shock off his face. A kid? Had you really been apart that long? "Good…Not as busy as you though." He cringed at his own awkwardness. "Who's this adorable little face?"

"This is my daughter." You lifted up her tiny fist and waved it at him. "Say hi to mommy's friend."

Friend. A reminder that though the split often felt like a fever dream, it was very real. You weren't his to love anymore.

He waved back shyly, smile strained. She was a splitting image of you, albeit with eyes he couldn't place. Must've been from the dad. It was easy to wish he was looking at a pair of eyes like his own instead.

"So, splurging on your day off or…?" He gestured to you.

"Just a day out. Hopefully, just window shopping but if I see something cute for her…" You shrugged with a grin and he hated it. Hated how comfortable things were, how natural talking to you was after all these years. Hated how he still missed you. His fingers itched to touch your face. His lips longed to feel yours one last time.

"That's cute." As much as it hurt to think about, he had to get away before he made a mistake. "Well, it was great to see you again. And meet your precious daughter."

Your eyes widened. "Oh! Well, if you're not too busy, wanna head to the food court and grab lunch? I'd love to hear what you've been up to. Hear about your mom."

He knew he should've said no, but he found himself nodding anyway. "Sure, why not?"

#monsta x drabble #monsta x imagines #monsta x hyungwon #monsta x angst #hyungwon angst #hyungwon x reader #hyungwon x you #mom!reader

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ocean-ai · 1 year

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Day 17: Lingerie - Hyungwon

Pairings: Hyungwon X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3,487

Warnings: Rich CEO! Hyungwon, Fingering (female receiving), cream pie, unprotected sex, Daddy kink

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“Pack a small bag, and bring a bathing suit. My driver will be at your place tomorrow morning at 10. see you soon, beautiful.” The text read from your boyfriend, Hyungwon. Your mind raced at what Hyungwon could possibly have planned for you and him. Every once in a while, Hyungwon would randomly text you to let you know of his ideas.

Your relationship with him started off like any other relationship; phone calls, casual dates, little gifts here and there. You never thought you’d be with a man like Hyungwon, but you were. You weren’t with him for his money or anything like that. Hell, he didn’t even let on that he was rich until a few weeks into your relationship when you went to his house for the first time.

Hyungwon liked the finer things in life and he loved to share them with you. Whatever you wanted, he’d get for you. If you wanted a vacation, he booked it for the next weekend. Hyungwon spoiled you and when you would ask him what he wanted, he would just laugh and say, “you,” And boy, did you give him what he wanted. Almost every night you spent with him was between the sheets.

At first, you were wary about your relationship changing with him. When you met him, you just wanted to casually date a handsome man that had a good job and treated you well. The last thing you ever expected was to be in a committed relationship with a rich CEO who knew how to properly take care of you both in and out of the bedroom.

As you packed the small suitcase that he bought for you for these small trips, you smiled to yourself. Who knew your life would take you here? You loved Hyungwon, and you can’t imagine your life without him. When he first started to pamper you, you didn’t want to accept any of his gifts; initially thinking that he was only doing that as a way to buy your affection. But, Hyungwon assured you that was not the case at all. He genuinely wanted to take care of you.

It was getting late, and you didn’t want to be tired for your man in the morning, so you quickly got ready for bed. Your phone went off one more time signaling a text. Once you were settled in bed, you checked your phone. You had another text from Hyungwon, “Don’t worry about lingerie, I got you something already ;)”

You rolled your eyes; he always did stuff like that. As much as you loved the random gifts, you also wished he wouldn’t. Sometimes, you just wanted your boyfriend - not someone who buys you things. “Thank you, baby. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!.” You sent with the kissy emoji.

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The next morning, you were all packed and ready to go wherever it was that Hyungwon was taking you. You left your little apartment and saw the familiar black car waiting for you at the front of your apartment building. It was the car that Hyungwon had sent for you. You got in the back seat and you could feel yourself getting a little antsy. You weren’t sure if you were going to Hyungwon’s place, the airport, or somewhere in the city by the beach. Your mind raced thinking about what Hyungwon had planned for you two.

As much as you loved these trips, you did wish that sometimes, he would just stay home with you and watch TV, or have a nice dinner somewhere that isn’t crazy expensive. Just spending time with Hyungwon made you happy; you never cared for his money. Sure, it was fun, but that’s not why you were with him.

You had become so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that the car had stopped. “You have arrived.” The driver said, smiling at you.

“Thank you,” you said before you got out of the car. You looked in front of you and saw one of the most expensive hotels in the city. A staycation at the hotel you had mentioned to him once offhandedly. Hyungwon knew how much you liked staying in hotels, even if they were in your own city. Your phone started to ring, so you fished it out of your purse. “Hello?”

“Are you here, gorgeous?” Hyungwon’s voice said through the phone.

The driver had taken out your small suitcase and handed it to you before getting back in the car. “I’m currently standing in front of the hotel downtown?”

“I’m in the lobby.” Then he hung up. Hyungwon was one of the sweetest men you’d ever met, but he was so short with you sometimes. He was a busy man, so you expected it every once in a while. You didn’t care though, you knew that you’d be spending time with him for the next few days.

Carrying your small suitcase, you walked into the fancy hotel, taking in the beautifully decorated lobby. You did like it when Hyungwon would take you to places like this; even if you didn’t always want to admit it. Sure, you’d much rather sit on the couch and watch movies with your handsome man, but you can admit that this was fun too.

After appreciating the gorgeous lobby, you spotted Hyungwon. He was sitting on one of the large couches by the bar near the expensive restaurant that was attached to the hotel. You made your way to your handsome man, taking in his appearance. Every time you saw him, you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

“Hey, Hyunwon,” You said as you stood in front of him. He looked up at you and smiled before getting up and taking your hand.

“I already got the room key; we’re on the top floor in the Penthouse.” Then he took your hand and led you to your hotel room.

The hotel was beautiful; there was a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceilings, a full bar in the lobby, and a huge staircase that led to some of the rooms. It looked like a castle.

When you finally reached your Penthouse suite, Hyungwon led you toward the balcony which was also an infinity pool. It overlooked the city and you were in awe. You turned to him and kissed his plush lips. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He smiled down at you, “Anything for you beautiful. Happy birthday,” He gave you one more kiss before saying, “On the bed is a little something that I want you to wear later,” you barely even processed the new pet name.

You had almost forgotten that it was your birthday weekend. You’d been so busy with your work that it slipped your mind. “Thank you, Hyungwon.” Then he let you go to see what was on the bed in the other room.

You walked into the room with the huge California King bed, and you saw there were all kinds of bags and boxes lying in the middle of the bed. You sighed as you looked at all the gifts; you didn’t deserve all this. This felt like too much and you didn’t need to be spoiled like this. You just wanted to have a nice time with Hyungwon for your birthday. As you eyed the gifts, your eyes landed on one big box. “Open the big one,” Hyungwon said from behind you, spooking you a little and breaking you of your thoughts. He was smiling at you, eyes crinkling into small crescents. You adored his smile.

You nodded and reached for the biggest box. Once opened, you saw a beautiful flowy dress that was your favorite color; a beautiful forest green that was more on the darker side. It had long sleeves and looked to be about mid length. He knew you weren’t the biggest fan of short dresses so this was perfect. You turned to your generous man and kissed him. “Thank you. For everything,”

“I love you,” he whispered. You felt your heart flutter rapidly at his words. That was the first time he had told you he loved you. Hyungwon was more of the type to show you how he felt by his actions since he wasn’t a man of many words, but hearing it felt different.

“I love you too, Hyungwon.” His soft smile made you melt and you just wanted to spend the day wrapped up in the sheets with him. You were looking forward to whatever he had planned, but there was nothing like being close to him. You couldn’t help but feel special with the way Hyungwon treated you; you felt like a princess with him.

As the day went on, you and Hyungwon spent the time lavishing in what he had planned for you. He took you to the spa, and you felt the most relaxed you’d felt in a long time. You ate your favorite foods and had your man with you the whole time. Even though it was an entire day, it felt like only seconds had passed. Being with Hyungwon was like a gift that you always wanted to hold on to.

When you got back to the hotel, Hyungwon had one more surprise waiting for you on the bed. It was another box, it wasn’t as big as the one the dress came in, but it was big enough to give you an idea of what was inside of it. You turned to him, “Hyungwon! I have enough gifts!” You playfully huffed, knowing full well that he thought you could never have enough.

He chuckled. “This is the last one, I promise.” You rolled your eyes before opening the box in front of you. You gasped at how pretty and intricate the lacing was on the lingerie set he had gotten you. It was a beautiful dark blue, your favorite color that you knew looked the best on you. Hyungwon knew it too. You looked at the gorgeous lingerie set and you noticed something about it that you’d brought up to Hyungwon once before, never in a million years thinking he’d actually do it. It was a crotchless set.

“Seriously?” You giggled and playfully hit his chest, but secretly, you were excited about it too. You knew this gift was mostly for him, but you also knew that you’d get everything you wanted out of this little gift of his. “Let me go change into this,” you said before giving him a quick kiss and going to the bathroom to put on the lingerie set.

Once you had it on, you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw how nice the set actually looked on you. The color looked better than you thought it would, the bra cupped your breasts perfectly and the garter on your thighs was such a cute touch. Pleased with your appearance, you left the bathroom to find Hyungwon waiting for you on the giant plush bed. He was already under the blankets, his lower half covered by the crisp white sheet. His shirt was removed and you smirked as you approached him.

He heard your footsteps and his breathing hitched when he saw you. He expected the set would look good on you but he was still surprised at how good it actually looked. Shopping for you was easy, but sometimes he worried about getting the wrong size. He now knew that all his worries were for nothing since this fits you better than he expected it would. He patted the empty spot next to him on the bed, “Come here, beautiful.” There was a slight pep in your step as you made your way to the bed and next to your handsome man.

Hyungwon wasted no time once you were next to him. Before you could even say his name, he was on top of you, his body hovering over yours as he looked at you beneath him. His gaze made you antsy and you just wanted him to touch you. You put your arms around his shoulders and leaned up to capture his lips in a soft, but needy kiss. He feverishly returned the kiss, your lips clashing against each other with passion. His hands were on your hips, squeezing tightly. You both were hungry for each other since it had been a little while since you saw each other.

You loved the way his body felt on top of yours and how easily he fit between your legs. Which were now on his waist, waiting and ready for him to give you the best birthday gift you could ask for; him. You moaned when his lips moved from your lips to your neck and chest. He always loved kissing your neck, enjoying the little sounds of pleasure you would let out here and there.

Hyungwon’s hands were roaming your body, feeling every inch of you and touching his favorite parts of you. You moaned when one of his hands made its way down to your semi-covered center. The crotchless panties give him full access to your core. His finger had moved down to your slit and he felt how wet you were already becoming. Hyungwon absolutely loved that he didn’t have to do much for you to become wet and needy.

Hyungwon slipped one of his long fingers inside you and you gasped at the new feeling. He moved back to kissing your lips as he slowly moved his finger deeper into you. You moaned into your kiss and held on to your man tightly. He soon added a second finger and the stretch felt so good. Hyungwon’s thumb was now on your clit and you pulled away to moan from the newly intense pleasure.

You heard Hyungwon chuckle as he kept up his movements. His deep voice turned you on. He moved his fingers slowly to draw out your pleasure. You wanted to be mad at him for going so slow but it just felt so fucking good that you couldn’t. Since Hyungwon was a very patient man, he took his time with you. He liked to explore every inch of your body to give you the utmost pleasure.

You felt him shift and you felt his hard cock against your thigh; he was already naked. You wanted to say anything, but his fingers had reached deep inside you and hit your most sensitive spot. “Hyungwon!” He smiled when you moaned his name, it egged him on to continue to please you. Though, seeing you in the pretty lingerie and hearing your moans was making this patient man become impatient. He just wanted to fuck you while you wore the little set he picked out for you. You looked too good in it to ruin it like he normally does.

You let out a louder moan and Hyungwon knew you were close when you started to clench around his fingers. He slowly pulled them out of you and you whined at the loss. “Daddy,” you frowned, wanting to cum from his fingers.

Hyungwon merely shook his head and gave you another kiss before he repositioned himself between your legs, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. You gasped when you felt him tease you. You looked down and saw that he had his hand wrapped around his cock and teasing your clit with his tip. You moaned and your eyes rolled back at the new feeling. “I’m sorry, baby, but you look too good for me not to fuck you into this bed,” you moaned at his filthy words, ready for anything your man would give you.

“So do it,” you said, tired of the teasing. You just wanted your gorgeous man to claim you as his. Once you said those words, something clicked in Hyungwon and any sense of him being gentle with you was gone. Maybe he will ruin this lingerie set after all.

Hyungwon put his hands on your hips and thrust his own all the way inside you without warning and you screamed his name. He filled you up perfectly and you felt complete now that he was inside you. Except, he wasn’t moving. “Move, please. I need you, Hyungwon.”

He looked down at you. “That’s not my name, Angel.” He stayed still and you huffed. You already said it once, and you just wanted him to move.

“Please, Daddy! I need you to fuck me!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said before kissing your neck and moving his hips. Hyungwon’s thrusts were harsh, but he was still somewhat gentle. As gentle he could be since you were being a brat. He couldn’t take his eyes off your body and how good you looked in the lacy bra and panties. Getting the crotchless ones was the best idea you two had ever had. He always wanted to fuck you while you wore something pretty for him and now his fantasies were coming true. This was a gift for him too.

You put your legs around his waist so that he was right where you wanted him to be. You interlocked your ankles and your heels were in his toned back as he went in deeper. Hyungwon couldn’t get enough of how you felt around him; fucking you and spoiling you were his favorite things to do. He was glad he was able to do both. The lingerie set driving him wild as he deeply thrust inside you. You had your hands on his back, nails digging into his skin as he kept up a relentless pace. Your moans were loud and frequent, something Hyungwon also adored about you. He loved how vocal you were during sex.

You could also say the same thing about him; his silky voice would always have you wet and needy. Especially when he would talk dirty to you before you would have sex. Hyungwon wasn’t very loud in bed, but he wasn’t quiet either. When he would moan, you’d moan back because of how sexy he sounded. You leaned up to kiss him and your lips clashed feverishly together; the sloppy kiss adding to the intensity of the moment.

Hyungwon had pulled away from your lips and slowed down his movements before he rose up to his knees. He wanted a full view of you in the lingerie while he fucked you. You had worn lingerie while you two had sex before, but it wasn’t as pretty as this one. You whimpered when you didn’t have him close to you, but the new angle made him go in a little deeper than before and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure your man was giving you. Hyungwon had moved one of his hands up to your breast and pulled the bra down so that he could tweak your nipple.

“Daddy!” You screamed when he played with your sensitive nub. He enjoyed watching the way your tits bounced in time with his thrusts and how the bra shaped them. He was mesmerized by the way you looked and how beautiful your body was. The lingerie really accented your body in ways that he didn’t know were possible.

Hyungwon felt you clench around his dick, so he knew you were close. Because of the small opening in the panties, he still had full access to your clit. The hand that was on your nipple had now moved down to rub your clit in harsh circles. At this point, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. Hyungwon was definitely fucking you into the bed like he said he was going to. You knew you’ll be sore tomorrow, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was you getting to reach your peak.

Thanks to Hyungwon’s perfect dick, that didn’t take very long. After a few more harsh and intense thrusts, the familiar knot in your stomach began to unravel. You gripped the crisp white sheets underneath you, you felt your toes curl and your body tense up. You hadn’t cum this hard in a long time and you felt like you were floating. Once Hyungwon felt you cumming around him, that triggered his own orgasm. His hips were starting to falter and his movements slowed down once he felt that he couldn’t hold out any longer. With a few more thrusts, he came deep inside you. His arms were on either side of you as he caught his breath, his dick still buried inside you.

He leaned down to kiss you softly. Your sweet kiss made you smile and giggle. When Hyungwon pulled out of you, some of his cum dripped out onto the sheets. He looked down at the mess between your legs and chuckled before cleaning you up.

Once he was done, he laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. “Happy birthday, my love.”

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iibonniee · 6 months

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Scream For Me

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: ghostface!hyungwon, smut, roleplaying, semi-knife play, oral (male receiving), creampie, dirty talk

Rating: R

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Two missed calls. Two ticks. She is slowly making the masked man very angry. Y/N had always had a slight kink for the fictional, well-known Scream killer. Hyungwon was willing to make her fantasies a reality.

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove @iamkyunie @doveslittlekpoparchive @dessianna1

Two missed calls. Two glaring ticks. The infuriating silence was far more than a mere lapse in communication — it was a direct challenge, a taunt, poking at the masked man’s rage. Anticipation thrummed in the empty space between dial tone and response, and an unfamiliar thrill coursed through Y/N’s veins.

Cultivated by countless late-night horror films, a unique fascination had taken root within Y/N: a kink for the provocative danger embodied by Ghostface, the notorious Scream killer. It was a craving she’d always kept hidden, lurking in the shadows, until now.

Enter Hyunwon, her darling partner, a man armed with exceptional understanding and a willingness to play out the scenes of her darkest fantasies. In a twist of reality bearing the signature of perfect fiction, he took a daring step onto the stage of her fantasies, ready to don the infamous mask. The lines blurred between their ordinary love story and the pulsating thrill of her secret desires. The stage was now set, the players poised, and their dance with danger was about to take a heart-stopping turn. The game was on - and their reality was about to become far more surreal.

She watched as her phone screen lit up again, the unknown caller again trying to get ahold of her. Her heart was racing with a mix of excitement and fear. While Hyungwon had her promise him to let her know if things were ever getting too intense. And with a promise, she did. As long as he was to make the night all about surprises, she didn’t want him holding back on her for a second.

She could feel the anticipation climbing, her breath hitching as each ring punctuated the room’s silence. The tension was delectable — a heady mix of fear and excitement, building a potent rush that left her wanting more.

Her hand hovered over the phone, the cold screen contrasting with the heat pooling in her stomach. It was a bizarre sensation—fear intertwined with a thrill—making her feel more alive than ever. She looked up around the room, wondering where he could possibly be. The game was just beginning. The boundaries of her reality were starting to blur with their macabre fantasy, and she knew, without a doubt, she was diving headfirst into a captivating adventure that would change everything.

A moment of suspended reality, of bated breath, and Y/N’s trembling fingers finally found courage, making a decided slide across her illuminated screen. The ringing stopped abruptly, replaced with a weighted silence that bristled with anxious energy on either end of the line. This was it; she had irrevocably crossed the line into the realm of their darkest desires.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, louder than the silence enveloping her on the call. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint where he might be, knowing that Hyunwon was somewhere close yet hidden, cloaked by the deepening shadows of their home. Their usual safe haven was transforming into an eerie stage for their orchestrated game, each shadow a potential hiding spot for the Scream killer.

She felt her pulse quicken even further when a distorted, almost mechanical voice finally broke the silence: “Let’s play a game.”

It was Hyunwon’s voice, yet it wasn’t. It was the eerie inflection of the Ghostface, a chilling reminder of the cinematic horror that was now interweaving with their reality. The boundaries between familiar lover and masked man blurred further, opening up an abyss of thrilling uncertainty.

The room suddenly felt colder, more sinister, amplifying her escalating anticipation. Y/N knew then, unflinchingly, that she had embarked upon an unconventional, heart-stopping journey, a flirtation with danger that was bound to change everything. The game was truly underway, and there was no turning back now. Every ring, every anonymous call, and every hidden shadow promised a night that Y/N would remember forever.

A soft but chilling voice echoed from the phone speaker. “You look cute,” he growled, a tinge of playful sadism tinting the otherwise familiar lilt of Hyunwon’s voice. It was him, yet it wasn’t. As Ghostface, he was darker more sinister. “So clueless, so scared. Where am I, Y/N?”

The words hit her like a gust of icy wind, sending a shiver running down her spine. His taunt was not necessarily threatening, but knowing that he was watching her somewhere in the shadows filled the moment with a sense of ominous anticipation. The simple sentence carried a world of implications — a game, a chase, was about to commence.

Suddenly, a crash across the hallway caused her to drop the phone. A gasp involuntarily left her lips as she scanned the room. Each creak, each groan of the house seemed to exclaim, ‘he’s here!’ The seat next to her was cold, Hyunwon’s warmth gone, replaced now with a chilling emptiness. It was just her and the anonymous shadows.

In the echoing silence after the crash, she realized her chase had begun. Her body moved instinctively, fueled by a dangerous cocktail of fear and excitement. She ran through the familiar hallways that had transformed into an unfamiliar maze under the flickering lights. Each corner held the promise of either solace or scare.

Shivers racked her body as she continued down the hallway — not from the cold but the thrill. The hiss of Ghostface’s voice still echoed in her ear. The game had begun; the chase was on, adding a thrilling detour to their love and desire journey. Her heart pounded in rhythm with her footsteps, a wild percussionist setting a hectic pace for the exciting night ahead.

A sudden, chilling presence enveloped her, and before she could react, she was spun around. The cold tip of a faux knife pressed against her throat, holding her captive as she came face-to-face with the haunting mask. Y/N gasped, heart pounding wildly against her chest as she stared into the dark pools where Hyunwon’s eyes used to be. But now, they were obscured behind the cruel semblance of Ghostface.

“Do you like scary games, Y/N?” The voice was his, but the eerie modulation had her gripping the edge of reality. The lines between their existence blurred even further, the shift in energy palpable. His familiar warmth was there, but the thrill of the game had transformed him into someone else.

Despite the thrill of terror coursing through her veins, a treacherous shiver of anticipation shot down her spine. The dangerous blend of fear and an exciting desire element started taking hold. She was standing at the inception of her dark fantasies coming to life. The game was on, and if fear was to be a turn-on, tonight would be unforgettable. The only thing sure in that eerie moment was Hyunwon’s steady grip and the thrilling feeling of being chased by her own elusive desires. Although masked with terror, their journey of love had taken an exciting twist, promising an exhilarating uncertainty that neither of them would ever forget.

Caught in the narrow hallway, framed by flickering lights that painted distorted shadows on the adjacent walls, she was abruptly forced to her knees. Cold, hard floor bit into her skin, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Hyunwon, or Ghostface, used his free hand to gently push her down, ensuring she was fully aware of his control.

“Do you like this, Y/N?” he taunted, his voice an uncanny echo of the Ghostface that lurked in her dreams. She gulped, her eyes wide and alert, taking in his menacing figure towering over her. She was vulnerable, falling ever so deep into their macabre fantasy. Still, something about him, something about Hyunwon, made her feel safe amidst the orchestrated fear. “I’ve been watching you. I know how much of a filthy slut you truly are. Don’t try to hide that from me.”

Every detail was amplified in the claustrophobic space: the steady yet threatening hum of the heater in the background, the chilling echo of their voices bouncing off the walls, the cold tiles underneath bearable only because she knew it was him causing it. It was as if all other senses were dulled, leaving only her fear and anticipation to mind its ugly and enchanting dance.

With a firm grip on the faux knife, Hyunwon continued his eerie amusement. “Don’t you want to run?” The question hung in the air, not needing an answer. The thrill of the game had taken hold of the hallway, the house, their reality. It was their world twisted and turned until the lines between normalcy and fantasy had all but disappeared. “Don’t you want me to chase you a little longer? It seems like you would rather fall to my mercy like a filthy little whore.”

Y/N realized the depth of her unfamiliar desires in the tense silence that followed. Despite her vulnerable position, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, born from the tantalizing uncertainty of the game. Armed with nothing but trust in Hyunwon, she was more than ready to face the kaleidoscope that was their thrilling game of shadows.

Suddenly, he moved his free hand towards his lower body, drawing her gaze with him. He palmed his evident hard-on through his pants, a crude sign of his arousal caused by their exhilarating game. She wondered if he was smirking under his mask. His head was tilted to the side as a long, drawn-out groan left his lips.

“Silly fucking girl. Where do you think you were going to run to, hm?” he taunted, his voice dropping an octave. “I could either ruin your life right now or fuck the shit out of you.”

Despite being pinned against the hard floor, his declaration sent a pulsating wave of anticipation coursing through her. His arousal was evidence of his enjoyment, adding a new layer of intrigue and heightening her own desires.

As he observed her wide-eyed reaction, a sinister chuckle escaped from beneath the mask. He leaned even closer until his chilling breath tickled her skin. “Should I show you, Y/N? Do you want to see the effect you and this game have on me?” His words danced around the hallway, filling the air with a potent mix of dread and desire.

Knowing she was a willing player in their game, Hyunwon took this as an unspoken consent. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard length. Her breath hitched as she felt the cold surface of the faux knife being replaced with the heat of him. His rigged breaths echoed in the silence, signifying the pleasure he was emanating from their game.

Her wide eyes met his, and he saw a dazzling concoction of fear, anticipation, and curiosity in them. Under the dark canvas of their night-long game, Hyunwon realized they were venturing into a thrilling and intoxicating narrative of desire and the unknown that would forever change them. Their game was just ascending towards its peak, and they were both bound to this riveting journey by the shared thrill of the exploration. It was evident now their love story had taken a heart-stopping and passionate turn. This was only the beginning of their exploration into shared fantasies and desires.

She gulped as he held his hard length, drawing an unabashed moan that echoed in the hauntingly silent hallway. The sound only further fueled his dark desire.

“Can you see it, Y/N?” he asked, his voice no more than a sinister purr in the oppressive silence. “I’ve been wanting you for so long. I’ve been watching you, studying you. You were either my victim or my bitch tonight.”

All she could do was nod; the sight of him so raw and desirous was both terrifying and utterly intoxicating. His arousal was evident, a dangerous beast awakened by the thrill of their twisted game. She recognized both fear and desire in his eyes, two primal instincts that were now mirrored in her as well, binding them in this tantalizing dance.

“Yes, Y/N,” he growled, a wicked smirk crawling onto his now-exposed face. “This is just the beginning. Let’s see what other dark desires our game will awaken.”

His words hung in the air like a loaded promise, the spark of anticipation burning brighter in her eyes. Where once stood her lover Hyunwon now loomed an eerier, more thrilling echo of him. Their innocent game of shadows had morphed into a soul-gripping exploration of desire and fear.

Their once familiar love story had taken a sinister yet incredibly enticing turn, like a smoky, velvety lure pulling them deeper into the realm of shared fantasies and pleasures. She knew then this exhilarating and terrifying journey was something neither would or could ever forget.

“Take my cock out and suck it.” He grunted, holding the knife against her cheek. “I want you choking on it. Give me every reason why I should spare your life tonight. I know you want to. You’re practically drooling for my cock to be inside your mouth right now.”

His words sent a shockwave of arousal through her. The crude command made her cheeks glow a faint pink under the flickering light of the hallway as she tugged down his pants fully, revealing his straining arousal. “Show me, Y/N,” he whispered hoarsely as he lightly ran the dull edge of the knife down her cheek. “Show me how much you need me. Beg for your life.”

She gulped and nodded, not daring nor wanting to betray the arousal that was pooling inside her. She took his cock into her hands, struggling briefly with the newness of the sensation before adjusting her grip on him. His hardness, its heated weight in her hand, directly contradicted the cold tip of the knife against her cheek. But they were two sides of the same coin, reminders of the thrill and sin they were delving into.

Looking up at him, she gave him a reassuring nod before opening her mouth. His low groan echoed in the hallway as she took the head of his length into her mouth. His taste, a mixture of arousal and urgency, made her moan around him. A shiver ran through him as her tongue languidly circled his head before she took him in deeper, eliciting a growl from him.

“Oh yes, Y/N, just like that,” he moaned, his grip on the knife tightening as her mouth moved expertly over him. All pretense of fear and game seemed to have faded away in the hallway, replaced by the sinful dance of desire and anticipation. This was their world, their game, and they were just starting.

“Your mouth is heaven, Y/N,” he hissed as her lips worked wonders on his heated length. His hand dropped from the knife to thread through her hair, gripping it tightly as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through him. Hyunwon pushed her down, causing her to take even more of him into her mouth. The delicious sensation of her warm mouth and the game’s terror brought him dangerously close to the edge.

“Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he growled, pulling her hair to tilt her head back, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “I’m fucking twitching in your mouth, and I know you’re enjoying the slight taste of my pre-cum.”

Seeing his predatory eyes fixed on her with a burning desire only ignited her arousal even further. Her rapid nod caused a dark chuckle to erupt from him, clearly pleased with the power he held. He then released her hair, nudging her back onto his length as a lewd moan tore through the silent hallway. “Don’t stop, Y/N. You’re so good at this. No one else makes me feel like this.”

As she resumed her strokes, filling the hallway with the lewd sounds of their illicit activities, Hyunwon could only hope the game was far from over. The fantasies they pursued now carved a path for even darker, more thrilling explorations. Loneliness, fear, and desire were all part of the game and were only getting started.

Their shared thrill of exploring the unknown was taking them on a journey full of intoxicating surprises, a journey from which there was no return. This dance of fear and desire was now forever their reality. Their love story was venturing into uncharted territories, the thrilling twists a passionate testament to their unfettered desires and exploration. The game was on, and the only way out was to plunge deeper into the abyss.

Hyunwon watched with a twisted delight as she dutifully followed his filthy commands. The way her tongue swirled around his arousal, the erotic sounds of her lips and tongue working him, was overwhelming. The grip he had on the back of her head tightened a notch. He drank in the small whimper that broke free from her in response.

“You’re so obedient, aren’t you, Y/N?” A whisper of heated amusement tinged his words, his low voice resonating in the silent hallway. His hand tugged a fistful of her hair, angling her up to his predatory gaze. “Does my dirty talk excite you?”

There was a pause as if the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for her response. Her answer came with the faintest nod. A wicked grin played on his lips. He loved every bit of their twisted, dark game — how the line between fear and desire blurred and molded into something else entirely.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growled, his voice rough with his own mounting excitement. His gaze lowered back to her mouth, captivated by the sight. “You’re such a depraved little thing, aren’t you? You love this as much as I do.”

His intimate taunts proved to be accurate, the crude words eliciting a moan from her that vibrated against him. “Take me in deeper, Y/N,” he forced out between gritted teeth. “God, I love how you make me feel… you’ll make me come undone.”

Every gasp, mewl, and hushed whisper were all layers to the dark symphony of their shared fantasies playing forth in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway. It was a dance of wicked needs, unfolding under the intoxicating rhythm of their beating hearts, pushing them into an abyss from which there was no escape — not that they desired one. Their dance was just the prelude, each step, every word exchanged, paving the path into a thrilling, unknown decadence that would forever consume their once ordinary reality.

Their exploration flourished further, pushing them into enticing territories of desire. The walls around them resonated with the unfiltered passion, bearing witness to their unraveling desires. He inhaled deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as moans escaped his lips, sending tremors down her spine and a rightful claim to her arousal. This was their game playing out in sin and desire, and their journey was just beginning.

Hyunwon watched her through heavily lidded eyes, a predatory grin spreading across his face. The erotic image of her working dutifully on him in the dim light, so raw, so real, was driving him to the edge faster than he anticipated. He clenched his grip on her hair, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper when he spoke, “Feel how I’m twitching in your mouth, Y/N? That’s all for you.”

His words catalyzed a slew of carnal emotions within her, the notion of him losing control of her, doing nothing but stoking the flames of her own dark desire. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as he bucked into her, each thrust a savage groan that echoed around them.

“I’m close, Y/N,” he ground out, his eyes flashing with a potent mix of dominance and unrestrained pleasure. “Are you ready to taste me? Ready to have me come undone in your pretty little mouth?”

The answering nod she gave him was followed by a murmur of approval against his heated length, drawing out a shuddering gasp. His thrusts grew more erratic, a clear sign of his impending climax.

And then, without warning, he clenched his eyes shut and let out a guttural moan, his release flooding her mouth. “Swallow,” he demanded, his tone unyielding as his grip tightened against her scalp. There was a raw sense of authority in his words, one she didn’t dare counter. “Don’t let a single fuck drop leak from your mouth.”

As she followed his order, he watched her, an expression of both satisfaction and wicked anticipation crossing his face. He pulled away from her, a wicked smirk growing over his face as he forced her up. He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming her body with a hungry desperation.

His wandering hand slipped from her hair to gingerly trace the expanse of her body, a spark trailing behind each methodic swipe. He pulled her up roughly, forcing her back erect, a glint of sadistic pleasure dancing in his eyes under the dim hallway light.

“Face the wall,” he commanded, his voice gravelly and dangerously low. He turned her around, not waiting for her to comply, her chest pressing against the chilling concrete wall. Her whimper only seemed to intensify his desire. “Hands against the wall, legs spread.” Hyunwon barked, each pausing breath acting as a devious punctuation to his order.

He saw her quiver out of the corner of his eyes, his demand echoing in the hallway only to be swallowed by the pressing silence. His arousal was back in full swing, his length throbbing against the small of her back, and he chuckled, his amusement thick in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Y/N,” he announced, his tone matching the darkness in his eyes. At her silence, he curbed the hint of impatience gnawing at him. He lowered his mouth to her ear, his voice barely a whisper, “Are you ready? Ready to have me inside you?”

Shrugging off her silent affirmation, he ran his hand over her ass, his grip tightening—claiming.

“Good,” he murmured, the soft, almost tender undertone cutting through the thick fog of dominative lust he emanated. He adjusted himself at her entrance, his length nudging against her. Already drenched in anticipation, she gasped as he pushed into her. He groaned in reply, the sensation of her consuming him piece by piece, drowning him in new waves of enthrallment.

Their game, played out in sin and desire, was an intoxicating dance of the primal urge written in their very bones. And with each thrust, gasp, and slap of their skin merging, it was a testament to their unfettered desires and carnal exploration. This was their game, their dance, and they were plunging deeper into the abyss together.

Hyunwon captured her gasp with his lips, the raw craving painting a sinful spectacle against the wall. His groan swallowed her gasp, the intoxicating sound setting her heart hammering against her chest.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped against her ear, his every thrust punctuating his commands, “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel every inch of me inside you. Filthy fucking bitch.”

Her compliance was but a ragged breath, echoing in the dimly lit hallway, blending in with the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding. He was forceful yet methodic — every strong thrust was followed by a languid withdrawal, dragging out his pleasure and pushing both him and her to the brink of ecstasy and back.

Tightening his grip on her hips, he curled over her back, his heated whispers lining the shell of her ear. “You’re so tight, so wet for me. Is it my words? Or the way I fill you up?” His words dripped with filthy promises that kept her on the very edge, drawing out the anticipation. The suspense of the unknown was enough to tip her over, her body shaking with unspent tension. “What is it, baby? You’re being so silent.”

He pushed her further, his free hand reaching around to rough brush against her sensitive peaks. His rough handling was deliberate, sending jolts of sinful pleasure coursing through her veins. He took her cries as his cue to proceed, his thrusts growing rapid and erratic. His deep groans were reflected in her own moans, their mingling breaths echoing throughout the hallway.

But, he held back from sending her over, the satisfaction of prolonging their pleasure gracing his features.

“Not yet, Y/N,” he breathed into her ear, “we’re just setting the stage. Just wait until you see what’s next.” His pace moderated, settling into a rhythm designed to stimulate yet restrain – more thrilling chapters of their game remained to be explored.

He withheld his release, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he relished her desperate whimpers for release. Lifting her quickly, he turned her to face him, pinning her writhing body firmly against the cold wall.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he demanded, holding her face in his hand, his gaze dark and predatory. His length slid into her again, eliciting another gasp that echoed in the dark hallway. “I want to see your face when you take me.”

His thrusts were as ruthless as his words, the deep, harsh rhythm pushing her higher. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back and her moans vibrating deliciously in his ear.

“Do you feel that?” he groaned, pushing deeper into her, his low voice adding to the sounds of their bodies colliding. “That’s how much I need you, Y/N,” he hissed, each word punctuated by another forceful thrust. “I’m going to make you scream my name.”

His raw, filthy words and his primal rhythm pushed her ever closer to the edge of release, but he continually denied her. He held her at the brink, prolonging their pleasure until she writhed in sweet agony. Each pause, each deep, forceful movement promised even more intoxicating pleasure, was just around the corner.

The satisfaction blossoming on his face was as tantalizing as his ruthless control, his grip on her body tightening in a possessive claim. With ease, he hoisted her higher, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. All the while, his piercing gaze never left hers. The exchanged looks were a sordid blend of anticipation and domination.

“What do you feel, Y/N?” He spurred her on, almost a growl. “Is it the way I fill you up or the way I deny you release?” His relentless questioning and merciless rollicking sent chills running down her spine, her frantic moans responding for her.

His smirk widened a notch at her reaction, his raw power over her feeding his twisted pleasure, “You love this, don’t you?” he pressed. “Being spread out, helpless, taking every inch of me. My dirty little slut.”

Choked out between gasping breaths, her response was barely more than a whimper, “Yes, Ghostface… I love it. I love how you fill me… how you control me.” Her words were punctuated by a shiver that raced down her spine, her nails digging deeply into his back as his next sharp thrust stole her breath again. “More… please…”

Suddenly, he withdrew entirely, leaving her empty and yearning, before slamming back into her with a vigor that shook the very foundation of her restraint. The delicious friction sent electric jolts through her body, drawing a strangled cry from her lips. Yet he didn’t let up, his next thrust just as cataclysmic as the last one.

He ravished her senses with each forceful union of their bodies, pushing her to a precipice she hadn’t known she craved.

“Don’t even think about coming until I tell you to, Y/N,” he warned darkly, his words doing nothing to quell the knot of anticipation growing within her. Their symphony of desire was far from over, and the melody was only getting darker and sweeter.

Suddenly, he withdrew entirely, an unexpected emptiness replacing his all-consumingly pleasurable presence. Her protest died in her throat as his fingers dug into her hips, turning her to face him once again. His excitement was evident in his flushed face and his darkened, lust-filled eyes.

“How badly do you want to cum, Y/N? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to stand on your own?” he challenged, his tone dark and brimming with a promise of unspoken delights. His voice was honeyed, soaked in carnal desire, and painted with the heady tint of domination.

His cock throbbed inside her, his relentless rhythm in fierce contrast to the smoothness of his words. His aggressive grip on her hipbones, while his other hand voraciously explored her body, left no room for her to escape the inevitable ecstasy. “I promise you, I can do that.”

With a forceful thrust, he entered her again, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Her nails dug into his back as his harsh rhythm resumed, every stroke reaching new depths, further stoking the inferno of pleasure within her.

“Feel that?” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside her. “That’s all me, baby… taking you… owning you… making you mine.” His rhythm was relentless, each thrust pushing against her sweet spot, a smirk playing on his lips at her helpless moans.

Yet he denied her release once again, his control over their pleasure dance painting a delightfully sinful smirk on his face. “Not yet,” he controlled her orgasm forcefully, “You know the rule. You’ll only come when I tell you to…”

He resumed his ruthless torment, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge yet never enough to let her overthrow. Their shared ecstasy was a sinful melody resonating within their bonded bodies. The game was far from over. Every pause, every word, every forceful thrust indicating that the final act, when it came, would be cataclysmic.

With a forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her again, his groan echoing through the hallway as he hit her sweet spot.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, Y/N,” he husked, his voice gruff with looming release. Brutally, he dictated their pace, his length driving into her repeatedly, fueling their shared rhythm of desire.

Relishing the feeling of her around him, he increased his pace. His strokes turned frantic, the wild desire flashing in his eyes, a testament to his impending release. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come, Y/N,” he commanded. “And I want you to feel me pulsing inside of you as I come…”

His thrusts were brutally delicious, a harsh friction that toyed with her senses, building her climax higher with every collision of their bodies. She echoed his moans, their lewd symphony bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit hallway.

Between gasps of pleasure, he murmured sinful promises. “I’m going to paint you inside, fill you till you’re leaking me…” Heat seared through her at his infectious desire, fueling her own climax. His provocative words surged her excitement, promising an ecstasy like no other when their release finally intertwined. “I’m going to make you my whore.”

His grip tightened on her hips as he felt her walls clench around him. “Now, Y/N… Come for me…” he commanded. He thrust one last time, hard and deep, his release hot as he emptied himself inside her just as she crashed over the edge, shaking with her climax, screaming his name.

Her body shuddered and twitched beneath his, her scream of release echoing off the cold walls. He held her close, their heated bodies trembling with the force of their release. Gasping for breath, he continued to gently grind into her, riding out their climaxes. A satisfied smirk played on his lips.

“You’re so good for me, Y/N,” he murmured into her ear, sending chills down her spine. His filthy praise was as intoxicating as his relentless rhythm. “That was perfect.”

Caught in the afterglow, they collapsed against the wall, their heavy breaths the only sound punctuating the silence. As they descended from their high, his fingers traced patterns over her skin, stirring a sense of anticipation for what was yet to come.

He shifted slightly, his spent length slipping out of her. She whimpered at the loss, a trickle of their mingled essences trailing down her thigh. He watched the sight, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Look at that,” he murmured huskily, a finger tracing the sordid trail of their release, “you’re dripping with my cum. Messy, just the way I like it.”

Catching her breath, she blushed at his crude remark, starkly contrasting to the dominant, controlling man who had just ravished her. Yet, she found it exhilarating.

“Hyungwon…” she retorted half-heartedly, weakly attempting to cover herself.

He chuckled, the sound low and deliciously sinful, and swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Mmm,” he drawled out, “so delectably drunk. My dirty little cumslut.”

His remark should have incited indignation, but instead, it stirred a flare of desire within her. He had unmanned her, taken absolute control of her pleasure, and left her basking in the sinful aftermath. As they lay tangled in the dimly lit corridor, the sounds of their comingled breaths encapsulated their shared satisfaction.

“No need to be shy now, Y/N,” he whispered in her ear, amusement tingeing his words. “After all, there’s so much more where this came from.”

His fingers continued to trace languid patterns on her sensitive skin, sending anticipatory shivers down her spine and leaving her yearning for round two.

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jooberry · 1 year

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title : middle of the night | part II

previous part : part I

pairing : hyungwon x female reader

genre : smut, friends with benefits, idol!au

warnings : mentions of blood, mentions of pain, dacryphilia

word count : 4,7k

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Your dark red acrylics are tapping against the white marble of the kitchen counter. You’re deep in thought, out of time, red-painted lips pursed together as you watch Hyungwon pour his favorite liquor into a lowball glass before sliding it toward you. He looks at you expectantly, the liveliness in his gaze bringing you back to the present moment and out of your thoughts. You accept the drink with a faint smile, twirling the ice cubes around the glass before taking a sip from it. He sits in front of you with a satisfied grin, pushing his too-long hair back with a flicker of his fingers. The way he looks so effortlessly good while doing the most mundane things is so unfair, it has you staring and gawking like a middle-schooler and wondering if you’re equipped enough to even be in this relationship. It stopped being fun the moment you started missing falling asleep touching his hair, for sure.

It’s the first time you’ve been to his place for what seems like forever, and you look around the place like you’re not used to everything single thing here, like it didn’t feel like home for a long time. You used to come often, stay for days on end and just watch him exist, and it was fascinating – you remember. Hyungwon always blossomed into an entirely different person when you stayed the night, he was waking up before you to fry eggs and toast bread, to let fresh air into the space so you wouldn’t feel stuffy. It was good times – beautiful times – but now everything seemed to have happened in a different lifetime, one where you were just content to exist next to him without always pushing for more. You sigh, shifting in your seat as you would back in the moment, and his stare is on you again, unreadable, and slightly uncomfortable. Suddenly you realize how warm it is here, how good it smells, how good that shirt looks on him, and how better it would look on you. Blood Orange is playing in the background, and you don’t remember Hyungwon being a particularly huge fan of them. You wish he could kiss you awake in the morning again; you wish you could hug him from behind and press your head against his skin and feel better about everything like you used to.

Something has changed in your relationship, and you can’t pinpoint exactly what. Did you stop staying at his place because you don’t feel that comfortable around him anymore? Or is it because you fear what feelings lurk in the darkness of your heart with each passing hour? Regardless of those things, it is a fact that you don’t feel in sync with him anymore, that spending time in Hyungwon's presence doesn’t feel as right as it used to. It’s been like that for a while now, and you don’t know if it’s because you decided to stop clinging onto hopes so much anymore, or if it’s just him being bored of you. Sometimes you wonder if it has caught on to your feelings and is slowly preparing you for his absence when he finally breaks things off. First, the trust you had in each other was stripped away, and now you’re at a point when everything has turned sexual. You stopped simply existing around each other.

You have to admit, you’re already one foot out of this, on the lookout for someone that could make you feel as alive as he used to – as he still does, actually. The emptiness Hyungwon leaves behind is not the downside of something precious and sacred anymore, it’s crushing and cold. It’s the cruel reminder that you have selective memory and that you blissfully ignored the part where you’re friends with benefits and not lovers for way too long.

“How was your day?” You ask, pulling him out of his thoughts. His eyes widen in surprise, and it seems that it takes him a few seconds to gather himself back to you before he slowly reaches for another glass and pours himself some bourbon as well. You want to ask about what was making him think so hard but abstain when the small voice in your head reminds you of your place. His thoughts are off-limits.

“As usual. I worked, went to the gym, and had dinner with the guys” He’s pushing some ice cubes out of their tray as he speaks, and you can’t help but ogle at his hand flexing in the movement. He’d make fun of you for that if he knew how smitten you are about every single thing about him. “You?”

“I spent the day working on some new things for you and the boys” you reply, not missing any second of the way Hyungwon drinks from his glass before putting it down on the counter. You don’t miss a second of the action; the slight furrow of his brows, the almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw, the subtle movement of his lips. “And I went on a date”

You expected him to show at least some emotion at the mention of that, but he seems unfazed when he looks into your eyes; like he feels bad that you would even mention this to him when he so obviously does not care. He has girls lining up to be in your position, and you expect him to be sad that you’d date? You push aside the embarrassment and keep going as you trace the outline of your glass with the tip of your nails. “It was nearby, that’s why I figured it would be easier to just drop by instead of having you come over” you add.

It feels bittersweet to know that there used to be a time when Hyungwon truly cared about you and what happened to you. You cut your finger chopping up fruits in this same kitchen once, and when he realized how terrified of your own blood you were, he hugged you, kissed your forehead, and cleaned your wound before wrapping a hello kitty band-aid around it. He didn’t let go of you until he was sure you felt safe and cleaned everything without complaining even once – and he looked hot doing it. That was one of the first times you felt Hyungwon's affection for you somewhere other than in his bedroom, one of the first times you felt earth shatter underneath you until it collapsed that time he called to wish you happy birthday despite being busy on a completely different time zone on the other side of the world. You were on a flight to meet him by the next day, and it seemed completely normal then.

“Did it go well?” He asks, so nonchalantly, miles away from the guy that skipped an entire day of work once simply because you didn’t want him to get out of bed. He empties his glass in one gulp, before putting it down on the counter – the sound is considerably louder than the first time he did so, and you tense a little. You press your lips together, carefully ignoring the growing tension between the two of you.

“Yeah, it did.” You reply with a small smile, memories of the hours prior flashing back in your mind. “I’m happy to see him again,” you say without second thoughts. Hyungwon has proven to you that it doesn’t matter who you see, so you don’t see the point of sparing his nonexistent feelings. You just want him to know that he isn’t the only man you’ve gotten the attention of, even though you’re probably not the only one sharing his bed either. You’re fighting a pointless fight because you have no power over him while he could crush you with a single sentence.

“Then why are you here?” He asks, with a sigh. He seems annoyed, which is good enough for you as it is. At least it’s more than he has shown until now. You take a sip from your glass, before slowly putting it down. You look up at him, before blinking away – scorched.

“I don’t know” you mutter, looking down at the melting ice cubes in your glass. You’re almost afraid of what he’s going to say next. You know him well enough to know that his coldness is unlike anything else; it slowly seeps under your skin and settles there. He’s the kind of man that changes you, that you'd leave scarred and hurt. The kind of man that will break your heart without batting an eye when you push him too far. He’s done it before.

“If it was sex you wanted, you could’ve gone home with him” Hyungwon spits, his gaze dark and cold. What hurts the most when he’s like this is that everything he says is right. You could have gotten home with this other guy if you had wanted to. He would have happily obliged if you judged by the way he kept stealing glances at your décolleté, and it would have quenched your thirst for knowledge about him to see where and how he lived. But your phone rang mid-date and there was no way you could have declined his offer. Neither your mind nor your body was ready to be with another man, and Hyungwon's name on your phone still held too many promises for you to brush him off so quickly. You needed at least a final taste before saying goodbye. At least one.

“Why does everything have to be about sex with you?” You reply, stung by his words, even though you knew that was the only thing he could have told you. He shrugs, pushing his hair back with one hand, as he pours himself another drink with the other.

“Because that’s the reason why you’re here” He retorts, tilting his head in an ironic gesture. “You want me to fuck you”

You sigh, downing the rest of your glass before sliding it back to him. He pours you some more liquor, before sliding it back, this cold and arrogant look that you hate so much on his face. You drink half the glass before slamming it back on the counter. Your thoughts are becoming fuzzy and confused, alcohol and negative emotions not being the best combination for rational thinking.

“You’re right…” you mutter, scratching the back of your head, as you’re tapping on the counter with your index finger again. “It seemed to have slipped out of my mind for a while… I guess had too many drinks” You laugh, but there’s not even an ounce of amusement in your voice.

Hyungwon squints his eyes and furrows his eyebrows at your words, and you down the rest of your glass in one gulp before slamming it back on the counter. You’re afraid to look at him, you fear you’re going to combust if you do so. It’s really weird how he pretends and acts like he’s above feeling anything, yet you can feel the scorch of his anger swallow you whole and turn you to ashes. Why he’s angry is beyond you, considering how he just stomped on your umpteenth attempt to get through to him. You remember reading somewhere that what draws you into someone often ends up becoming the same thing that drives you away, and you can’t help a crooked smile; his aloofness stopped being hot when you started wanting him closer.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Hyungwon asks, just like you know he would. You sigh, before finally looking up at him. He looks like he wants to destroy you completely, to break everything that you are, and you start biting your bottom lip in apprehension. It’s one of those nights.

“Of course, I do” you reply, looking up at him with a crooked smile, before taking his glass and downing it. You’re acting on autopilot as if something had broken inside of you and the part of you that has learned to satisfy his every desire has taken over. It's one of those nights.

You get off your stool and make your way to him, melting your lips against his as your hands slip under his shirt. Hyungwon tastes like memories – like the sweet aftertaste of the bourbon that you sipped from his glass on the thunderous night; cinnamon, toasted vanilla bean, chocolate. You bite on his bottom lip when it’s time to pull away, tilt your head to bite his skin. His breath catches in his throat, and you start kissing his neck, his shoulder, and his chest, as your fingers make quick work of his shirt. The piece of fabric falls on the floor, while you keep smearing his skin in dark scarlet lipstick. You kneel in front of him and unbuckle his belt.

“I guess that date didn’t go so well after all,” he says, slowly pushing the hair away from your face with the tip of his hot fingers with a crooked smile. He seems so satisfied to have you here in this position despite what you’ve told him earlier – and you feel so stupid to fight against someone you have no power against.

Without taking your eyes away from his, you discard his pants along with his underwear before slowly wrapping your mouth around his tip, swiping his member over your wet lips a few times. Hyungwon jerks his head back in a sigh, and you’re encouraged to take as much of him in your mouth as you can. You suck him hard, creating as strong a pressure as you can around him; your lips are so tight against his member that he can’t help but moan so loud you shiver. His voice is pure honey to your ears, a sound so heavenly you’re ready to beg all the gods that you’re the only one who gets to hear him make them. While your mouth presses him so hard it’s blissful, you circle your tongue around him, and glide it over the vein running all along him; he devours you with his eyes and slowly pushes the hair away from your face. You let him go, and he holds himself and runs his tip over your sodden lips. His gaze is scorching, almost hard to hold, but in this moment when you have him wrapped around your fingers – or your lips – you feel bold, untouchable, all-powerful.

You take him again, so deep he reaches the back of your throat; your vision gets clouded by tears and you don’t get to see the expression of pure bliss on his face as he murmurs “fuck” with a voice so strangled it doesn’t even sound like him. You keep going, ignoring the tears rolling down your cheeks and the sharp sting in your throat, until your gag reflex threatens to hit, and you pull away, catching your breath. You wipe your tears, smudging away your mascara and moving the falsies from your eyes; you probably look disheveled and dirty, but that’s just how Hyungwon likes you. You stroke him a few times, as he kicks away his pants from his feet, before going back to your work and gobbling all of him down your throat. He holds your head in place and moves his hips to meet your mouth. He reaches even deeper into your throat, and you must push back on his legs to alleviate the movement. Tears stream down your face again, and wet, gagging sounds start filling the room. He keeps going and going before pulling away in a groan, tenser than you’ve ever seen him.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and get back on your feet, smearing lipstick on your cheek, before unzipping your dress. You kick it away, and Hyungwon grabs you by the waist as he gets up from the stool, pressing himself against you. He’s hot and hard between your legs as he bites the spot under your ear, and you wrap your arms around his neck. His skin is burning against yours, his heart beating erratically, and you wish – harder than you ever have before – that you’re the only one he's doing this with. He lifts you up, holding your legs under his arms so he can slide inside of you. You bite back a scream, and let your head fall in the crook of his neck. He pins you against the window, and you shiver at the coldness of the glass on your back. When he starts moving his hips, your nails dig into his skin and your voice finally echoes in the room.

From the outside, all that people can see is dark glass, your form pressed against it, your broken screams, and your hair bouncing up and down your face is a secret shared only by the two of you. You look down at him, get lost in his eyes, your mouth wide open and your body shaking in his arms; he looks back at you, dazed, blissed out. You want to ask him do you feel it too, how right we feel together? But he kisses you, and you close your eyes, letting the thought sink into you like a bottle drowning in the ocean. Hyungwon would probably discard you if he was aware of your feelings. He would replace you with someone else; someone smarter, someone who knew their place and wouldn’t fall for him. He chews on your bottom lip, as you start shaking in his arms again. Your voice is nothing more than a cry as you gush all over him before falling limp in his arms. He caresses the small of your back, slowly coaxing you back to reality, before carefully walking you to his bed.

The smell of Hyungwon's sheets is so familiar, so soothing. You’ve spent countless hours laying there, crying, screaming, laughing, back when things between you weren’t so complicated, so rehearsed. You pull him back against you as he enters you again, more slowly this time. Your legs close around his waist, and his hands mirror the same motion around your throat. Immediately your hand is on his, your eyes close and your voice shatters in high-pitched cries as you sink deeper and deeper into a pool of crushing pleasure with each thrust. His brown eyes darkened by lust progressively disappear from your view as you start shaking again, and you succumb again. He rubs your clit with his thumb, and that’s enough push for you to explode everywhere again, some of your juices splattering on your face. You try to grab his hand to stop him but he’s way stronger and keeps pushing you until it seems like every drop of water has been drained from your body. You think it’s over, but he starts slapping your clit with his member and it feels like electricity suddenly traveling down your body. He coats himself in your juices before sliding inside of you once again.

You bite your hand at the intrusion, but he slaps it away, pinning your hand above your head with one hand. He starts slamming his hips against yours, ramming into you at a pace that makes it hard to keep your eyes open. He places his other hand around your throat again and presses so hard that your screams are muffled, cut in between by the movement of his hips. From the small you can see from your half-closed eyes, his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his bottom lip, his eyes so dark you can’t even differentiate between his pupil and his iris. Hyungwon's fucking you so hard, so fast, that you’re certain of finding bruises on your legs and neck tomorrow. Your body starts to shake and lift you off the bed, but he pins you down with a firm hand on your underbelly and keeps going. It feels so good, so intense, to have him caged between your insides and his hand like this; but it also feels too much, too deep. After a few thrusts, it starts to sting a little – he keeps hitting a spot so deep inside you that you feel like you’re being split in half, and some kind of pressure starts building up and you grit your teeth. His lips stretch into a devious grin, as tears fill your eyes. You call out his name, but he keeps going.

He pushes your legs further down, going even deeper. His face is closer to yours and he starts kissing the tears away from your eyes. The taste of blood fills your mouth, and you start crying, pain and pleasure mixing deep from within you in an almost scary way. The pressure keeps building up in your stomach until it reaches a breaking point and you’re letting yourself go all over his sheets. You think he’s going to give you a break, to let you breathe for a while but he grabs your ankle and flips you over before slamming back inside of you. Hyungwon’s not even done with you yet but you’re already sore and tired, and it doesn’t get any better when he starts spanking you in a way that takes you aback. It feels so good but it also hurts, and at this point, you don’t even have the strength to move anymore.

Your head falls back into the cushions, and he starts pressing on it so hard you find yourself fighting to breathe. Your thoughts become confused, and you don’t even know if you’re conscious until you feel the sting of his hand on your ass again. You bite down on the covers, screaming into them when you start shaking and soaking his sheets again. There’s a moment of silence before he flips you back, and when you open your eyes, he’s looking down at you with an unreadable expression. You're burning to ask him if there’s someone else? if he thinks about her when he fucks you? if she tastes better than you? if she’s the one he spills his secrets to? if he loves her? If he has ever loved you? You can’t trust your lips, and your heavy heart threatens to explode and spill over his sheets.

You get on your knees, pulling him out of his thoughts as you close your lips around his tip again, lowering your mouth to his length until he reaches the back of your throat. This time he grabs a fistful of your hair and moves his hips at a pace so punishing that the sounds you’re making are echoing against the walls of his bedroom. He keeps fucking you hard, his hands shaking and his voice shattering a little more every time. You push back against his thighs, but he holds your head in place until he finally lets himself go and fills your mouth in a moan so heavenly you feel yourself shiver. Looking up at him, you swallow everything with fluttering lashes and the most innocent expression you can muster. Hyungwon caresses your cheek with a smirk, before leaning down to kiss you. You fall back on the sheets, and he crashes next to you, pressing your head against his chest. He starts playing with your hair, in that same oddly intimate way he does every time. He always feels like a different person after sex, and it’s hard to know which one is the real him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, kissing the top of your head as you slowly hum in response. You curl up around him, basking in the feeling of his skin against yours, of his smell mixing with yours and becoming one. It feels so right, yet it can’t go on any longer.

“I can’t keep doing this” you mutter, as Hyungwon keeps playing with your hair. You take a deep breath. “Sex isn’t enough for me anymore, I want all of you” You’ve thought about this long and deep, slowly building up the courage to say those words to his face. Your voice – unlike your heart – doesn't even crack when you speak, and he doesn’t seem taken aback either. “I want to know your thoughts, feel every single one of your emotions, and know all of your secrets…I know that’s not what we agreed on, but that’s how I feel”

Hyungwon acts like you didn't even speak, his hands stil drawing a soothing motion in your hair. It hurts to feel him so close yet to sense that he's so far. His heart has forever remained out of your touch, to the point where you start to believe the ones that you told he didn't have one. How he can be capable of so much affection towards you while simultaneously be so cold and detached is something you simply don't get. Does he even feel anything towards you? Was it just his way of keeping you there, of giving you just enough treats to keep you around in his house, to stop you from looking for attention somewhere else?

“I wasn’t expecting you to say anything” you add, sitting up so you can watch him. He gets up as soon as you do, placing his hand on the small of your back before pressing you against his hot chest. “I was just hoping you’ll listen and understand my heart…” you whisper, tracing the lines of his abs. “I will miss you, Hyungwon” Your lips stretch into a small smile before you slip out of his bed.

You don’t even cry when you’re alone in front of the bathroom mirror, maybe because you know he’s only seconds away and will be able to hear every single sob. There’s no point crying here because he won’t come to hug you through the pain this time, but will probably stay in his bed and wait for you to leave while he texts another girl to come and fill in for the second round of sex you failed to deliver. You don't have to know about that.

You open a drawer with shaky hands and grab some oil and a cleansing balm, before closing it. It’s funny how you know so many things about Hyungwon, yet you know nothing about him at the same time. You know his favorite dishes, his favorite drinks, his favorite color, the lyrics to his favorite songs, who his favorite artists are, where he likes to go on vacation, what he does to ease his mind when he feels anxious, yet you don’t know who he is or what he feels. You don’t know what all these years with him were about. You don’t why he took you where he grew up, why he called you to his studio in the middle of the night countless times because he “needed you to finish some songs,” why he becomes cold every time you mention another man. You don’t know anything, actually.

Hyungwon suddenly appears behind you in the mirror as you’re smearing his toner on your face. You tense a little at the sight of him; his hair is comically not messy, but you can still see where you’ve bitten him on the neck. He leans in the doorframe, arms crossed on his chest, looking at you with an expression you can’t read – not that it matters anyway. You quickly comb through your hair with your fingers, before opening the cupboard, looking for some lip balm. You search through the mess, and your eyes land on the familiar shape of your perfume sitting among countless bottles of other ones and lotions.

“You still have this thing?” you ask excitedly with a laugh, turning around to show him the bottle. He nods, and you turn back around, spraying the perfume on your neck and on the insides of your wrist, before turning it around to see if the engraving of your name is still intact – it is, and you smile. You forgot this bottle in the bathroom of his hotel suite when you joined him the day after your birthday. When you asked about it, he had told you that he didn’t find it – yet here it was. “I thought you didn’t find it?”

“I wanted it for myself” Hyungwon answers, uncrossing his arms. “I was afraid you’d find me weird for keeping it” you sneer, placing the bottle back in his cupboard before closing it.

“You’d find me weird if I wore the clothes you forget at my place?” you ask, and he smiles. You shrug with a little smile, before walking past him to make your way out of the bathroom, but he grabs you by the waist to bring you back against his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck without even realizing it, and he nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. You soak in the moment, filling yourself in his embrace and drinking in his smell one last time. You’re going to cry, and the urge to leave becomes urgent. Hyungwon seems to sense it, and hugs you tighter.

“Don’t leave” he whispers in your ear, “Please.”

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jnginlov · 2 years

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happy birthday texts

monsta x wishes you happy birthday

warnings mentions of kissing/making out (minhyuk, hyungwon), lots of pet names, mention of food (wonho, minhyuk, hyungwon, joohoney)

↼ monsta x masterlist

note this is super self indulgent, i mean it is a birthday gift to myself so whatever

#monsta x fanfic #monsta x x reader #shownu x reader #wonho x reader #minhyuk x reader #kihyun x reader #hyungwon x reader #joohoney x reader #jooheon x reader #changkyun x reader #i.m x reader #hyunwoo x reader #hoseok x reader #boyfriend texts #monsta x texts #text fic

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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 months

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Secrets

Summary: Your sweet boyfriend, a man who can’t get up when a cat sits on his lap and knows you like the back of his hand. Is more than just the sweetheart he is?

Fluff, Angst?, Mafia au, Secrets, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,968

Secret mafia boss! Hyungwon X Reader

[Mentions briefly: Minhyuk]

[A/n: @jinkoh and I couldn’t stop thinking of mafia boss! Hyungwon. And I absolutely had to write our thoughts into a fuller story. So please enjoy our brainrot~ And Kebbi, I hope this fulfills your brainrot as it did mine~ Lastly: thank you for checking over this, Kebbi! I appreciate it sm 🥺💖]

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Like every other Wednesday since you started dating Hyungwon, you’re heading to meet him at the cafe where you had your first date. And now you both meet up there before walking around a bit before heading to one of your homes and watching movies together. You get outside the cafe entrance to see him walking out with your two coffees in his hands. He smiles as he hands you yours, “I got you your favorite~” You grin and thank him before sipping on it. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, “So, how’s my baby been?” You smile, “I’ve been okay.” He pouts, “Just okay?” You sigh, “Do you remember that debut I told you about before?” “Of course I do. What about it?” “They’ve raised my rate by another twenty, and I was going to use that extra money to buy some records. And you’d think I’d already have paid it off by now, but the interest rates have been so high.” He lets out an “Oh,” and you look over at him, and he says, “I’ve dealt with horrible lenders before. It’s hard to hear you going through the same thing.” You shrug, “I suppose it’s okay, it’s just twenty bucks. Maybe by my next bill, I’ll have it paid off!” He smiles and clicks your coffee cups together, “Heck yeah!”

You smile, “So, how has your business been going?” He hums, “We have more money coming in now, and that’s nice.” You agree, and he leads you to a park bench, “Why do we always seem to end up at this bench?” He gives you an eye smile, “You know why.” You laugh, “It’s where we met.” He removes his arm around your shoulder to hold your hand in his. You lay your head against his shoulder, and he leans his head on top of yours. You chat quietly, taking in the early afternoon air. His phone rings, and he parts from you, “Do you mind if I take this?” You shake your head no, and he gets up from the bench and discusses in hushed whispers.

You wait for him to return, and he has a small pout playing on his face, “I have to go…” You pout back and go, “No, it’s our only day together until our date next week on Saturday…” He nods, and you get up from your seat. And he goes, “They really need me there. But I promise I’ll make it up to you.” You cross your arms over your chest, and in a faux stern voice, you say, “You better.” He laughs and kisses your forehead. You hold up your pinky and lock them, and he presses your thumbs together. “I promise.” You kiss his nose, “I know you will. I love you.” You let go of your hold. And he pulls you into a tight hug, “I’ll see you later.” You smile as you hug him tightly back, “You will.” And with that, you part ways, much too early for your liking, but you shrug when duty calls you must attend.

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When you sat in your debt collector’s office the following day, pulling out the cash to pay him, he told you, “Your loan is paid in full. You don’t owe me anything this month or after.” You couldn’t believe your ears, “What?” He shrugs and goes, “Actually, I owe you some back pay.” You blink at him, trying to process it, “Huh?” And he pulls out a small yellow envelope, “Yeah, you’ve paid over a grand more than you owe.” He must be out of his mind! He just raised the rate last week! You scowl, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t.” You shake your head, “No. Tell me what the catch is.” “There is none.” You glare, “Let me talk to your boss.” His eyes get big, “No one ever talks to him.” You shrug, “Well, I’m not just anyone. I want to know why you’re forgiving my loan.”

He sighs, giving up, “Okay, but I warn you, he didn’t give me an explanation either.” You look at him, baffled, “What do you mean?” He shrugs, “He walked past me, looked at my records, and recounted them. He threw out your file and told me that your loans were forgiven. Then he gave me a thousand to give back to you.” You huff, “That doesn't make any sense.” He sighs, “You and me both.” “Can I please speak with your boss?” “I guess.” He has you follow him through the several-story building. As you approach the top floor, he says, “I’ll warn you again. He won’t tell you.” You sigh, “Well, I at least have to try.”

He opens the door to the seventh floor, walks over to the entrance of the penthouse office, and knocks. You hear a loud voice boom, “What do you want?” Your debt collector’s voice is weak as he says, “Someone is asking you to explain why you forgave their loans.” A gruff voice says, “Come in.” Your loan shark goes in and gestures for you to follow him. The person is holding a newspaper with their legs kicked up on the desk without a care. He puts his newspaper down, and that’s when you see him. He’s wearing a long leather jacket, with leather pants and steel-tipped boots. He must have yelled at the guy to “Get out” because your collector is scampering out past you. But all you can see is that your once soft and sweet boyfriend is now your debt collector’s cruel and rash boss.

In a blur, he’s up from his chair and standing before you, tucking your hair behind your ear, “How did you get here, dear?” You want to be angry. You want to be livid. But you're at a loss for words. How is your sweetheart a loan shark boss? He never specified his business, but this is what he does? He waits for you to gather your thoughts, and you ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile, “This isn’t the type of secret you tell someone you wish to keep safe.” You sigh, you find that so sweet and kind. Just like the Hyungwon you’ve always known. But he’s different? He has a commanding air around him now. And if looks could kill, your debt collector would have been dead. Yet here he is, trying to protect you from his truth to keep you safe.

He waits for you to say something, searching your eyes for questions so he can answer them. With another minute of staring into each other’s eyes. He asks, “Would you like me to explain it over coffee?” And you ask quietly, “Will you explain everything?” He nods, “Everything you wish to know.” He looks over at his coffee pot, “Would you like to do it here or at our place?” You look around the room. It feels suffocating, “Our place.” He puts his hand out to you, and you carefully take it, wondering how this is your man. As you reach the main door, the rain starts pitter-pattering as your heart has since entering his building.

He grabs an umbrella from a stand, and outside the door, he opens it, shielding you both from the rain. “So um, are my loans really forgiven?” He nods, “Yeah.” You ask, “And the grand?” “Backpay, you were right. You've already paid off your loan. He was making a profit off of you.” “Is that why your business has been so great?” He laughs, “No,” and nudges you as he says, “Well… Maybe a little.” You shake your head at him, “Have your ‘lenders’ forgiven other loans?” He nods, “Yeah.”

He opens the door to the cafe and shuts his umbrella. You hear a bubbly voice go, “You two are never here on a Friday. What a pleasant surprise!” Minhyuk smiles as he goes, “Usual?” You nod with a small smile, and Hyungwon says, “Bring them over to us. I’ll pay later.” He nods, and you head to a booth in the back. “Are you sure you want to know more?” You nod, “I want you to explain everything.” Minhyuk comes over with your coffee. Hyungwon says something softly to him, and he quickly exits, changing the open sign to closed.

“Is he a part of this operation, too?” He nods, “A different faction. He just does this job for fun. He’s really a florist. But we’re on the same sort of team.” You sigh, “Damn, even our coffee guy.” He laughs, “You don’t seem to be taking it as hard now?” You shrug, “Well, honestly, I’m not sure how to take it. My soft sweetheart is a hardened criminal.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Yeah…” You put your hand over his hand that’s resting on the table. “I have no reason to fear, right?” He shakes his head, “I’ll never put you in harm’s way.”

You nod, and after a pause, “So, are you really a mafia boss?” He laughs, “In my faction, yeah, but there is someone above me. He’s a good guy, though.” You hum and ask, “I was wondering… Is it common for you to profit from people’s loans?” He grimaces, “Yeah… But I usually catch the loans when their time is up.” You tilt your head, “Why didn't you catch mine?” He drinks a sip of his coffee before brushing a hand through his hair, “I’ve been more focused on being with you than checking on the little details.”

You shake your head, smiling at him, “So, did you evaluate everyone’s?” He wrinkles his nose, “Not yet.” You sigh, “Won…” He pouts, “It’s partially on you.” You cross your arms over your chest, “But it’s because of me that you remembered a part of your job.” He sighs, “You have me there.” You ask, “Shouldn’t you be doing monthly checks?” He nods, “It’s actually bi-weekly checks because of how many we have, so it’s easier to spread them out across the month.” “And what day did you usually do these?” He averts his eyes, “Wednesdays.” You shake your head at him and tease, “Ditching your duties to be with little ole me, huh?” He laughs, “Exactly, I’d much rather be with you than in that stuffy room.” You nod, “Me too.” He smiles and flips his hand over to hold your hand in his.

You sigh, “I didn’t expect to see you today…” He laughs, “Same here. I didn’t want you to find out like this.” You squeeze his hand after sipping your coffee, “It’s okay. It’s better than finding out when your guns are blazing.” He laughs, “Yeah, I guess so.” You fiddle with his fingers, and he asks, “Are you still okay with dating me?” You squeeze his hands, “Yeah. You’re different from what I expected, but I’m content with that.” He brings his lips to the top of your hand, “I’m glad I love you.” You smile, flip your hands, and kiss his hand, “I love you too.”

You sip on your coffee for a while. Just taking it all in before a question pops into your head, “So when will I get to meet the rest of your crew?” He sighs, “I knew you were gonna ask that.” You wait, and he goes, “Whenever you wish, my dear.” You smile, “Okay~” He looks over at the clock in the building, “Technically, it’s quitting time now. Would you like to make up for yesterday?” You smile, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You leave after paying and waving goodbye to Minhyuk, who yells to Hyungwon, “You better flip the sign over!” Hyungwon laughs and does as asked before heading to your place to finish your belated date.

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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good news, bad news

pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 5.4K summary: everyone else is dead wrong about you and hyungwon. it’s definitely just sex because there’s no feelings involved whatsoever and you’re going to prove it, especially to yourself. genre/themes: smut with some angsty(?) feelings, reader is a hyperindependent jerk, slight dom!Hyungwon, slight brat!reader, enemies2lovers, fwb2lovers, college au, frat au, 18+ adults only plz.

a/n: moving this over from parttimestan. follow up to ‘bad news, good news’ but it can def be read alone

“Hyung-Hyungwon!” you cried as he sucked hard on your clit. You instinctively tried to push him away, but he kept his arms firmly hooked around your thighs and continued his onslaught until your eyes were watering. “No-, I can’t, please!” you gasped, legs shaking before you gushed against his chin. Hyungwon pulled back, lips glistening, and arched an eyebrow at you.

“Did I say you could cum?” he asked sternly.

“No, but you-” you started to speak.

“But I? Not only are you talking back, but you also want to blame your lack of restraint on me?” he cut you off, brow furrowing.

“Sorry,” you pouted, glancing away nervously.

Hyungwon’s grip on your thighs tightens and he smirks before announcing that you’ll try again. Your heart simultaneously rises and sinks. On the one hand, you love having Hyungwon’s lips on you, but on the other hand you really don’t know how much more of this your poor clit can take.

“You’re a menace,” you grumble as he dives back in. Your thighs immediately close around his ears and the struggle ensues again.

“This is ridiculous,” you complained a while later. You had tried to get up, but your legs still seemed to be made of jelly.

“Sorry I’m so good at eating you out,” Hyungwon apologizes sarcastically. You roll your eyes. It’s been a few weeks of hooking up and his cockiness doesn’t seem to be wearing off even a little.

“I can’t fucking stand you!” you exclaim. It’s a lie of course.

“Likewise,” he raises his eyebrows at you.

You narrow your eyes at him, but he has zoned out and is staring at the ceiling. Looking at the time, you have roughly half an hour before you need to leave, so you rest your head against his shoulder and hope that your legs decide to work again soon.

…

‘why are you ignoring me?’

‘i’m not?’ you scowled at the text that you’d just received from Hyungwon. You could feel him staring at you from across the library.

‘come sit with me’

‘why? we’re not friends’

‘that’s weird. the way you were begging for my ‘fat cock’ the other night seemed pretty friendly to me 🤡’

You groaned and put your phone aside on the desk and tried to focus your attention on your textbook. Unfortunately the information about child development went in through your eyes and right back out your ears because his text had you thinking back to a few nights ago when he had truly blown out your back. You glanced furtively around, as if worried that the other students could hear your dirty thoughts until your phone pinged again.

‘meet me in the archeology section’ and you were prepared to ignore it, but it was quickly followed by a second line, ‘i’m not asking.’

Swallowing, you stood from your seat, leaving your things, and went to look for the archeology section. Muttering to yourself, you muddled your way through geology and eventually found it. Swiveling your head around, you saw nothing but shelves full of books. You checked your phone for another text and found nothing, which made your temper rise again.

“Wasting my time,” you scoffed under your breath, moving to return to your table. Two steps in, a long arm grabbed you and pressed you against a wall. You found yourself looking at a perturbed looking Hyungwon.

You cock your head at him, pouting until he presses his lips against yours hungrily. Confused but aroused, you pull him closer and your eyes widen when you feel him pressed against your hip. The edges of your hazy mind remind you where you are, which gives you pause.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you push him away slightly, glancing around the stacks cautiously.

“I want you,” he says simply, voice coated with desire.

“Here?”

“Yes,” he nods, thigh wedging between your legs and nudging gently at your core. You clench at the contact and falter against him slightly. “Good girl,” he presses a kiss to your forehead as he coaxes your hips. Your brow is screwed up in concentration as you grind against his muscular thigh.

“Hyungwon-ah!” you let out a garbled moan as your clit rakes across the thick denim of his jeans. Beads of sweat are collecting on your nose as you inch towards orgasm.

“You gonna cum right here? Anyone could walk by and see you,” he teases, fingers still digging into your hips firmly. You mean to flip him off, but your orgasm arrives at the same moment and your body stiffens slightly as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

“Where-, I need,” you start a few sentences at once as you fumble with his fly. Hyungwon pulls you into a vacant study room before helping you with the task at hand. His erection springs from its confines and you lick your lips at the sight of the angry red tip.

Hyungwon purrs contentedly as you drop to your knees and kiss gently up his thighs. You look up at him with doe eyes as you take his heavy girth into your mouth. You moan loudly at the weight of it on your tongue and your insatiable desire rises again. You set on an enthusiastic pace, lips stroking his veiny length as your fingertips toy lightly with his balls. Hyungwon sighs deeply as you swallow him to the hilt, throat milking his length.

“God you look good with your mouth full,” he laughs, but his hips jerk, belying the very tenuous grip he has on himself. You giggle with delight before pulling up to catch your breath.

“Good thing you’re so reasonably sized,” you joke, laughing harder than you should at Hyungwon’s shocked expression.

“Hn,” he grumbles, pulling you off your knees and pressing your back against the door. You fumble slightly with your leggings, but eventually his cock is pressed against your entrance. Even just the weight and heat of him pressed against your soaking lips is enough to get you writhing desperately.

“Please,” you beg, moving your hips anxiously.

“Want me?” he taunts, loving when you beg for him.

“Please,” you whimper, “Hyungwon, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please…I need you to stretch me out with that fat, thick cock, please!” you beg, sounding truly desperate. His face cracks into a grin and he grants your request, shifting his hips to drive up into you at a slow pace. You can feel yourself giving way to his intrusion and when he bottoms out, you let out a sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“God, like that pussy was made for me,” he murmurs happily.

You relish in the fullness for a moment or two before squeezing around him impatiently. Hyungwon chuckles and complies, pumping into you deeply. You pant shallowly, looking into his eyes as your hands thread through the long hair at his nape.

“You feel so good,” you sigh, smiling dreamily at him as he continues to fuck you deeply. Hyungwon smiles at you and it’s not cocky or teasing like usual. He nods and wordlessly continues to push you towards the edge.

“I’m- I’m close,” he warns you through clenched teeth. You squeeze around him and nod breathlessly. “Where?” he asks, fingertips pressing almost painfully into your hips.

“Cum in me,” you gasp as your walls start to spasm around him. He curses as you milk him and he releases deep inside of you.

“That’s really fucking addicting,” he mumbles a few moments later, lifting his head to look at you again. You beam at the praise, but the heartfeltness of his words and gaze makes your chest feel tight.

“I have to study now, so leave me alone!” you scrunch your nose at him, shrugging off the post-orgasmic bliss. Hurriedly, you pull your leggings back on and slip out the door, leaving Hyungwon inside wondering if you’d ever let this move beyond ‘just fucking’.

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“Are you ever going to tell me about Hyungwon?” Naeun asks casually after a brief lull.

“What?” you ask, inhaling some coffee, resulting in a brief coughing fit.

Naeun fixes you with a stare that tells you she knows about your dalliance and that skirting around the issue is not going to work. You purse your lips and sigh.

“What is there to tell? We’re just hooking up,” you shrug.

“Kihyun said you guys spend a lot of time together,” she raises an eyebrow at you.

“We literally do not!” you groan exasperatedly, “It’s dick appointments and that’s it!”

“Okay,” she says in a way that indicates she doesn’t believe you at all. “You two just have good chemistry I guess. Everyone at Mu Chi thinks you’re dating,” she shrugs.

Your eyes narrow at the comment, but the conversation returns to plans for the weekend. You and Naeun had decided to take the bus into the city for the weekend and found yourself with too many activities and not enough time. Today's lunch was meant to be spent paring down the list to a manageable itinerary.

“I wish Kihyun could come,” Naeun sighed suddenly, “I didn’t invite him or anything!” she adds on hurriedly at your sharp glance. “I just think it would be so romantic to do a city trip with him,” she says dreamily.

“You really like him, huh?” you remark, satisfied with the final list of destinations.

“He’s kind of great,” Naeun smiles happily at you.

“Let’s do something together after our trip,” you suggest.

“Really?” her face lights up and it makes the idea of third wheeling a little less abhorrent.

“Yeah,” you shrug, even though you’re truly very happy to see her happy, “We’ll see if he passes the best friend sniff test,” you laugh.

…

Hyungwon squinted at Kihyun, who had been sitting across the room grinning at his phone for nearly twenty minutes. You were out of town this weekend with Naeun, so this was the longest that Hyungwon had gone without seeing you in roughly a month.

“Who’s got you smiling like that, bro?” Changkyun teases as he walks down the stairs even though everyone already knows the answer.

“Naeun keeps sending me these cute snaps of her trip,” Kihyun smiles widely, “They look like they’re having a great time,” he turns his phone to show them a picture of Naeun and you posed cutely in an aquarium.

Hyungwon swallows, a surge of jealousy suddenly washing over him. He hadn’t received any such cute snaps from you.

“Hyungwon, Naeun said that YN suggested a hangout after they get back. I assume you’ll want to come?” Kihyun asks.

“Why would I want to tag along for that?” Hyungwon answers huffily.

“I mean she’s your girl, isn’t she?” Changkyun asks innocently.

“No, she’s not! We’re just hooking up,” Hyungwon answers adamantly.

“Ah, my bad,” Changkyun puts his hands up, “You guys just seem good together, my mistake.”

Kihyun rolls his eyes, having already discussed this topic with Naeun. The mutual denial was tiring. After Hyungwon retreated to his room, Kihyun quickly caught Changkyun up so he could avoid an otherwise inevitable chewing out.

Back in his room, Hyungwon checks your Instagram stories and sees photos similar to the one Kihyun had shown. You and Naeun had quite a packed itinerary and had already been to the aquarium, art museum, and lunch. Now it seemed that you were getting ready for a night out and Hyungwon found his interest…severely piqued. You had posted a series of outfit choices with polls for your friends to vote on. He found himself watching and rewatching them and all he could think of was how he would peel each of them off of you.

‘if you were here, i’d vote this one. it’d be easiest to take off 😈’ he messaged you regarding the sheath dress with a zipper up the center.

‘this one though 😵‍’ he sent after staring at you in a deep green slip dress. The straps draped seductively across your collarbones and the fabric skimmed playfully over your hips.

“God damn it!” Hyungwon groaned after realizing what he’d done. Throwing his phone onto his bed, he reconsidered all of the life decisions that had gotten him here.

“Your phone buzzed,” Naeun informed you as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ah thanks,” you smiled, brushing the black sheath dress that you had finally decided on. You grabbed your phone and noticed that you had a few DMs. You grinned at the messages from Hyungwon. While you hadn’t not been hoping that he’d see your stories, you also hadn’t expected him to say anything about it. Rolling your eyes, you walked back into the bathroom.

“Are you changing again?” Naeun asked, irritated at the number of outfit swaps you’d made already.

“Last time, I promise,” you grin before shutting the door behind you. Happily, you pulled the green dress back on, mentally commending Hyungwon for his taste. This dress was a little more elegant than the other dresses that were more suited for clubbing, but it complimented your shape the most. Checking your appearance, you decided that the jewelry didn’t need changing and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ooh! You are going with that one!” Naeun clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Yeah,” you smiled, regarding yourself in the full length mirror contentedly.

“This one is definitely the prettiest,” Naeun nodded with approval, “Now I really wish Kihyun was here, cause I’m not going to be able to keep the boys off you by myself!”

“You should’ve just brought him at this rate!” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. Everything seemed to remind Naeun of Kihyun and she had been tied up with her phone pretty much the entire trip. While a little annoying, you knew you’d likely been the same when you’d started dating Johnny.

“Next time,” she giggled happily, “Now let’s post a fit check and let’s go!” she demanded, pulling you close for a selfie. You laughed, shifting to a flattering angle so she could get her picture. Once in the Uber, you reposted her story with the caption ‘and the winner is…’.

Hyungwon scoffed as he flipped through your stories for the umpteenth time. You’d left him on read, but you had picked the green dress that he had liked. His fingers itched to grab you and feel the satiny material over your plush skin. His mind flipped back to your encounter in the library and he couldn’t keep himself from sending you a snap of his long fingers cradling his semi-erection through the fabric of his sweats.

Your jaw dropped. You’d taken the opportunity to check your phone in the relative quiet of the bathroom and the image of Hyungwon’s dickprint had you on the floor in shock. You briefly contemplated screenshotting it, but were luckily still sober enough to consider the long term consequences of that. You were not, however, sober enough to refrain from sending him a few lewd snaps of your own.

…

“My head fucking hurts,” Naeun groans into her pillow the next morning.

“Please shut up,” you beg, pressing your own pillow harder against your face, trying to drown out both light and sound.

“Do you remember much of last night?” she asked, ignoring your very clear request.

“Honestly, not after the third club that we went to,” you shook your head.

“Same,” she laughed tiredly, moving to check her phone. “Oh my god, I sent Kihyun so many snaps last night. I don’t-, I hope I look decent in them.”

“Oh my god,” you sat up suddenly, “Oh fuck, oh no!” you muttered, reaching panickedly through the covers until you found your own phone. Fuzzy memories of images you’d sent to Hyungwon flooded back to your mind and you looked at his last reply to you, reading ‘you’re cute. sleep well 😘’

“What?” Naeun looked on curiously.

“I think I was sexting Hyungwon last night,” you looked at her, aghast. “Fuck, but I sent them all through Snapchat and I can’t remember what I said!”

“You fucking like him,” Naeun teased you with a shit eating grin. “No, you love that dude!”

“I do not! I’m just horny!” you tried to defend yourself, but it sounded flimsy even to you. “Please, I’m not going back. I live here now, I’m a city girl now.” you flopped down on the bed in defeat. Naeun chuckled as she pulled you into a big hug, choosing to delay the return to reality for just a bit longer.

…

“Oh my god!” you heard Naeun squeal as she opened the door to the apartment. You cocked your head with curiosity, but were mostly struggling to get your luggage up the stairs.

“Surprise!” you heard a deeper voice reply and upon entering the room, realized that Kihyun had taken it upon himself to surprise Naeun with a variety of decorations. “I missed you!”

You were simultaneously impressed and disgusted by the romantic display and took the cue to hurry into your room and make yourself scarce. You were not prepared to see Hyungwon sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone.

“The hell are you doing here?” you asked, rolling your luggage into a corner.

“He needed help,” he replied nonchalantly, not even glancing up from his phone.

“And when you were done helping you decided to…” you prompted.

“Wait for you,” he answered simply, placing his phone down and patting the bed next to him.

“Why?” you asked, suspicious.

“Missed you,” he rolled his eyes at you

“Missed me? We’re not-, we’re not dating. What’s there to miss?” you scrunched your face up at him.

“You’re sticking with that? Even after yesterday?” Hyungwon lifted an eyebrow at you, almost impressed at your stubbornness.

“I don’t remember much of yesterday,” you admit, flushing red with embarrassment, “And I wasn’t in my right mind anyways!” you insist.

“You don’t think you meant any of it?”

“I doubt it, since it seems to have given you very much the wrong impression,” you puffed your cheeks out, frustrated that you still couldn’t remember your exchange.

“Ah, I see,” he nodded, smile faltering as he stood up, “Well, I should go then.”

As you watched him leave, an overwhelming sinking feeling came over you. Your conscious mind didn’t know why, but you really felt as if you had wronged him somehow. Sighing, you shut yourself in your room for the rest of the day.

…

The following days felt like they dragged on and you couldn’t tell whether it was post-trip blues or something else. The days melted together and while you attended classes, you couldn’t remember much of anything. Every so often, you saw something that either reminded you of or you wanted to tell Hyungwon about. Your fingers itched to send him messages, but true to form you did not cave.

When the weekend rolled around, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed all weekend and watch sad movies. You were in the middle of Pan’s Labyrinth when a text message from Hyungwon’s number popped up on your phone.

‘YN, this is naeun! i’m so sorry about this, but i left my phone at home. could you bring it to MX for me plzplzplz? i’ll meet you outside so you don’t have to see hyungwon’

‘sure, where is it?’

After some slightly confusing directions, you located the device and started the walk to the frat house. You noted that it was a pretty comfortable night, weather-wise, and tried to keep your mind from wandering to the walks you’d made to and with Hyungwon this way. Your eyes darted around nervously as you drew closer to the frat house as if he might pop out of a bush at any moment.

“Ah! YN, thank you so much!” Naeun called when she spotted you. “I’m so so so so sorry about this! I know this is the last place you want to be.”

“It’s fine,” you smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Are you coming home tonight?”

“Probably not,” she smiled, “Which is why I asked you to bring it. You’ll be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, making the mistake of glancing at the window and catching sight of Hyungwon’s profile facing a girl you didn’t know. Just as you returned your gaze to Naeun, he noticed you through the glass pane. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured her. She pulled you in for a hug before hopping back up the stairs. You waved at her then caught sight of Hyungwon and waved sadly at him before turning to head home.

“You could get killed, you know,” a voice announced from behind you roughly halfway through your walk.

“What?” you asked, stopping briefly without turning to face him.

“I’ve been following you for like ten minutes, did you not hear me? I could’ve been a murderer,” Hyungwon griped as he caught up to you.

“Why are you following me anyways?”

“I saw you with Naeun. You didn’t even roll your eyes at me or anything,” he chuckled, the smallest of smirks played across his lips.

“You looked busy,” you sniffed, trying to sound casual, but even you knew that you just sounded plain jealous.

“You know you’re cute when you’re jealous?”

“I’m no-, leave me alone,” you protested, shielding your face from his eyes. You were incredibly relieved when you arrived at your building, eager to get away from Hyungwon, who was making you unbelievably nervous. “Okay, I’m here and not murdered, so bye!” you practically squeaked before making a break for the steps.

“This is really annoying, you know,” Hyungwon spoke before you could quite get through the door.

“What?” you poked your head back out, squinting at him.

“I walked all this way so you should at least invite me up,” he smirked, eyes spelling mischief.

“Why would I-,” he ignores you and takes the steps towards you in twos before grabbing your hand and leading the way to your door. He holds his large hand out, asking for your keys, and leads you the rest of the way to your bed.

“Why are you so obsessed with me,” you chuckle as he pulls you down on top of him, fingers biting into your hips.

“I wish I knew,” he rolls his eyes, hand gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

You groan into him and your body reacts to his touch. Your hands splay across his broad chest and your hips shift so that you’re straddled flush across his lap. Hyungwon chuckles, noticing the way you rock gently, searching for friction.

“I’m not sure you get to enjoy tonight sweetheart, you’ve been quite bad,” he whispers in your ear. You pull back, eyes wide, and see his expression pulled into a cruel smirk. Your nervous gulp is audible as Hyungwon’s darkened gaze bores into you.

“Why?” you ask and you already know it won’t be well received.

“Why don’t you tell me why? Or does my baby not remember that either?”

“I-, um,” you hem and haw nervously.

“I don’t want to have to ask again,” he taps his fingers impatiently at your hip.

“I-I ignored you when I was at the house today. And I was rude to you at the library.”

“I had actually forgotten about the library,” Hyungwon chuckled, patting your cheek softly, “But I think you forgot the most important one,” he prompted.

“I-,” you floundered for a moment, “That I can’t remember last weekend?”

“Smart girl,” he praised you, “So it took far too long for me to see you again.”

You nodded in agreement, happy to at least receive some praise. His hands guided your hips against him again, this time your clit dragged along his engorged length and your hands fisted in his flannel shirt.

“I need you, I want you inside of me,” you implored, “…please.”

“Oh?” Hyungwon asked casually even though his cock was screaming for the same. “Why?”

“Why?” you turned doe eyes on him, “I like, I like feeling you inside of me. You're so thick, I love the way it feels when I sink down on you. I always worry I can’t take it all, but it always fits,” you blushed furiously, unable to meet his eyes. It’s not like you hadn’t said dirtier things to him before, but explaining this to him felt supremely embarrassing.

“Ok,” he nods, “Go ahead,” he gestures for you to undress. You do so with embarrassing quickness. When you look back up, he has unsheathed himself and is waiting for you. You climb back up and line yourself up to his tip. You sink down on him, slowly, feeling yourself give way to his girth and your toes curl until your lips are pressed against the denim of his jeans. You mean to pull back up, but Hyungwon’s hands have you locked in place, stuffed full of his cock.

“Just stay here for me,” he commands, “Split wide open for me like a good girl.”

“Okay?” you whimper. Half of your mind is interested in more praise, but the other half just wants to be fucked within an inch consciousness.

“How long?” you ask after a while, squirming and squeezing around him impatiently.

“As long as I want,” Hyungwon shrugs. You clench, sweat beading up at the tip of your nose as you struggle to stay composed. Even without doing anything, Hyungwon succeeds in inching you closer and closer to the edge.

“May I-, am I allowed to cum?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“No.”

You pouted, squirming as Hyungwon trailed his fingertips across your sensitive skin. He relished in the way your muscles tensed under his touch.

“How was your trip?” he asked softly, thumbs brushing softly across your hips.

“Oh, it was, it was okay,” you answer, distracted by his caresses. It wasn’t until he asked that you realized just how long it had been since you’d properly spoken.

“Just okay?”

“I-, I just, kept thinking of you,” the admission tumbled from your lips without thought.

“But you didn’t, I mean I barely heard from you?” Hyungwon questioned, brow furrowed.

“Well, cause, I didn’t want you to know that I missed you!” you confessed, burying your flaming red face against his shoulder. You were being way too honest and you blamed it all on the cock that was firmly lodged inside of you. It was messing with your brain somehow.

“I know,” he laughed, stroking your hair reassuringly.

“What?” you shifted to peek one eye at him.

“I know,” he repeated himself, “I just wanted to hear you say it to me again,” he laughed with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he jerked his hips against you, pushing every coherent thought out of your brain.

“Again? Is that what I told you that night?” your grip on his shirt tightened as he undulated beneath you, just barely stroking in and out of you, but you were very nearly losing your mind just at that.

“Yes,” he licked his lips as he toyed with you, fingers stroking up your torso to tease the undersides of your breasts.

“Please, more,” you begged. You were sure you were leaking, making a mess on his jeans as you ground against him, desperate for more, whatever form it came in.

“I really do enjoy it when you beg,” he smirked, suddenly lifting you off of him.

You blinked a few times, shocked at the sudden emptiness. You glanced curiously at Hyungwon, who was rolling the sleeves of his flannel up to his elbows. He took his sweet time and you realized that he was, again, teasing you. Harrumphing quietly, you snuck your hands down to tease yourself as you waited for him. One hand glided across your inner thighs as the other traced concentric circles around a puckered areola.

Hyungwon glanced at you after your eyes had fluttered shut. He wanted to laugh, you were always so impatient, but he took the opportunity to admire you instead. Your fingertips trailed over your skin feather lightly and your reactions were beautifully transparent as your brow flickered between different expressions. On another day, he could enjoy this for a very long time, but after two weeks of not seeing you, he was impatient too.

“Having fun?” he asked, grabbing you by the wrists.

“Yes,” you giggled, lips curling into a feline grin.

“Well I guess I’m not needed then,” he teased, feigning to leave.

“No!” your expression fell, clasping your own hands around his wrists.

Hyungwon grinned at the way that you clung onto him. He leveraged your grip to pull you to the center of the bed. He hovered over you, arms and legs caging you into the slight dip of the mattress. You were surprised at the thrill that ran through you as you noted how vulnerable you felt underneath him. He shifted slightly, moving his right hand to skim over your thighs towards your center.

“God I missed this,” he groaned happily, fingers sinking into your wetness. You nodded deliriously as he stroked into you. Your eyes were fixated on the veins and tendons of his forearm as he worked his long fingers in and out of you with an obscene, wet squishing sound.

“So good,” you gasped, head falling back. Hyungwon searched your face and when it contorted, he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes snapped open and you fixed your dilated pupils on him.

Hyungwon shifts off of you and starts to undress. As irritated as you are, you can’t help but take him in as he does so. You admire his broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and impeccable proportions until he rejoins you in bed.

“I have a proposal,” he says as he spoons himself behind you, his cock sliding between your thighs.

“Oh?” you’re curious as you squeeze your legs together.

“If you cum first, I take you out on a date.”

“And if you cum first?” you ask, blushing at his proposal.

“You take me out on a date,” he grins at you, catlike.

You roll your eyes at him affectionately as you guide him into you. Hyungwon grabs you by the hip, thumb brushing against the small of your back, and pulls you down his shaft. You gasp as he reenters you, incredibly sensitive after all of his teasing.

“Fuck,” you groan under your breath as he holds you down against him. His balls graze your clit as his hips undulate against you and you worry that any noise you make will rouse the entire building.

Hyungwon smirks at the way you clutch desperately at his wrists. After your long absence, the sensation of being in you is also overwhelming. He wonders if he’ll ever get over the feeling of sinking into your wet heat and feels confident that the answer is likely not.

“Hyu-Hyungwon!” you stutter, nails digging into his forearm. Hyungwon grits his teeth as your walls tighten around him. Your stubborn ass is successfully resisting the orgasm, but Hyungwon feels stubborn today as well.

Snaking his arms around you, one secures you by the waist while the other searches out your swollen clit. You fold in half in an effort to get away from him, but his arm keeps you anchored against him as he taps your clit incessantly. The sharp sensation bulldozes you off the side of a cliff and you cry out for Hyungwon as the orgasm crashes over you.

The intensity surprises both of you and Hyungwon finds himself quickly following you in orgasm. He barely has time to warn you before emptying himself deep inside of you again. He really was never going to get over that, it seemed. Your breath deeply, trying to recover while catching Hyungwon’s free hand in yours.

“I guess I owe you a date,” you joked, turning to face him. His eyes shine as you brush a few strands of his hair out of his face.

“I guess so,” he grins, “And then I’ll owe you, so I’ll take you out after that.”

“What if it’s a flop?” you joke, nerves surfacing.

“I don’t think I’m capable of being floppy around you,” he laughs, pulling you into his chest. As if seconding the argument, his cock pokes at your hip, already hardening again. You reach for it, once again fascinated by the outrageous size and he bucks, lip curling at the intense sensation.

“Oops,” you giggle innocently, but your eyes twinkle mischievous

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