#hyungwon is usually just wonnie

[biffhofosho]

A Shot Through the Heart

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut, natch.

Word Count: 17k (yeah, you read that right >.>)

Pairing: Hyungwon x OC

Trope: Anonymous sex, strangers to lovers

Synopsis: “You can’t catch feelings sucking tequila out of a stranger's bellybutton.”

The Vibe: Hopeless romantic OC meets shameless Miami Beach party, sweet and sincere Chae Hyungwon (who’s also a bit of a pathetic loser sometimes, and I love that about him, so that’s here also), probably cringey meet-cute, definitely cringey rom-com title because obvious cheesy rom-com overtones, well-meaning friends who actually have no clue what they’re talking about, body shots, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, instant chemistry, trying (and failing) to keep things casual, unprotected (not-so) anonymous sex (thank you, dramatic irony), far too romantic for what it’s supposed to be, the usual unrealistic rom-com expectations, cute ending because the author is also a hopeless romantic

A/N: Continuing the Wonnie love agenda since no one else wants to do it for me. This was most definitely for me because I’m hyper-obsessive about Hyungwon’s every charming feature and the Unseen promotion as a whole, but I hope you enjoy it, too.

You are here for fun.

As Gwen danced from foot to foot in the raucous line, she repeated the words over and over.

You are here for fun.

With searing clarity, she could hear her roommate Marie as though they were still in the car on their long drive down from New Jersey.

“It’s Miami, okay? You’re not going for a relationship. You are here for fun. Grind up against random hot guys. Make out with a stranger. I love you, but be a little fucking unpredictable for a change. Whatever, just no crushes because, I swear to god, if you even say to me, ‘He’s really sweet, Marie! I could see myself going out with him!’, I will throw up. And if the words ‘boyfriend material’ come out of your mouth, then so help me,I’m leaving your ass in Florida.”

You are here for fun.

She couldn’t even fault her friend for the rant. Gwen formed attachments, real and imagined. Hell, she was about to celebrate her 11th anniversary of fake marriage to Dylan O’Brien even though she hadn’t watched anything with him in it in years. Almost every man she’d ever gone on a date with had been followed with a relationship that left a crater of ruinous magnitude. It drove perennial bachelorette Marie crazy considering she was always the one left behind to rip the empty cookie dough tub from her roommate’s death grip and hazmat the ground zero of all the balled-up tissues.

After the latest of Gwen’s embarrassingly short-lived “sure-thing” relationships blew up spectacularly in her face, her friend had taken her under her wing and planned to show her once and for all “how to put distance between your heart and your lady parts.”

“Let’s have a little fun at men’s expense,” Marie had proposed when she’d flaunted the extravagant hotel deal she’d scored in Gwen’s face.

Now a month later, and here they were, three nights in at a palatial hotel on Miami Beach with a pulsing club in its heart and a raucous party that trickled out onto its grand pool concourse.

Their deal had been a simple one. In exchange for saying “yes” to three bullet points on her roommate’s “good time list,” Marie would pay for the hotel rooms for their bachelorette weekend. The only other stipulation on top of that was absolutely, positively no relationships.

So far, Gwen had passed with flying colors. She’d let a man buy her a drink at the hotel bar, and she’d danced with a few strangers, all without a hint of attachment. The guys were an eclectic mix of hot that had Marie rubbing her hands together and muttering “Taste the rainbow” on ludicrous repeat, but that’s all they were—eye candy. Gwen could compartmentalize that. Her friend’s plan was working. She’d felt beautiful. She’d felt powerful. She’d felt in control of her heart for once. She was ready to conquer one last, more challenging bullet point.

“You’re young, you’re hot, but you’re too damn romantic,” Marie had scolded as she’d helped her friend accessorize before heading down for the night. “Tonight, remember your mantra. You’re here to have fun. You’re not going to invent a backstory for everyone you meet. It’s okay to be a little superficial sometimes.”

“I’m doing pretty good, aren’t I?”

“Killing it, in fact,” the spicy brunette agreed.

“Damnit, I’m still so nervous every time though,” Gwen admitted as Marie had smoothed out her friend’s blonde beachy waves.

“Yeah, I know, babe, which is why I keep urging you to dip your toe instead of deep-ending everything. Contrary to what your Nora Ephron-mutated heart tells you, ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the guys you meet aren’t marriage material for Gwen Goodwin.”

“What about the one who is?”

Marie bent down and kissed her friend’s cheek. “I don’t know, but I promise you this. You didn’t meet him last night, and you’re not going to meet him tonight.”

So it had all led up to this bullet point—a ridiculous line for body shots poolside.

“Come on, you picked the best one on the list! It’s harmless,” Marie had laughed as she escorted her friend into the line. “You can’t catch feelings sucking tequila out of a stranger's bellybutton. Now, I'm going to go hit on that guy over there, and, god willing, have his beautiful, obscene mouth on mine for a bit, and you’re going to spin the roulette wheel of hot and put your beautiful, obscene mouth on someone’s sexy stomach. No regrets?”

“No regrets,” Gwen agreed.

“I’ll have my eye on you, babe. If you need me, text me,” she said as she flashed her smartwatch at Gwen.

“Will do.”

“Have fun! Love you!”

“Good luck!”

Gwen watched as Marie zig-zagged through several clusters of partygoers until she reached her target, a rather burly guy with stupendous shoulders accentuated by a compression tee. Gwen couldn’t see the guy’s face, but she could see her friend’s, and it was lit up with a smile the likes of which she had never seen from the girl. She kept her fingers crossed that things would pan out as her friend hoped.

Meanwhile, Gwen turned back to her line where the shot-takers waited alongside the line of human shot glasses. She was at least twenty people back from the table, so there was no way to know with whom she might be paired. There were just as many women in the shot glass line as there were men, all of them attractive at unprecedented levels. She was grateful she was in the line she’d chosen because she didn’t think she could survive someone of their sexiness putting their mouths on her stomach.

That’s when her eyes fell on him, the shot glass with the round face and flushed lips. He was tall and slender, dressed unassumingly for someone in his decidedly sexier line. He wore a plain black tee and a pair of slim fit jeans on legs that seemed double the length of the rest of him. Other than a few silver rings on his spindly fingers, his only accessory was a pair of now-pointless sunglasses sitting on top of his fluffy dark hair. There was nothing flashy about the guy, yet she somehow wished she had a pair of her own sunglasses just to look at him.

His toned arms were stacked loosely over a wide chest that pulled the tee at his shoulders. Pretty as he was, the man didn’t talk to a soul; if he knew any of the people around him, he didn’t let on. Instead, those big, inquisitive eyes busied themselves scanning the party like a prairie dog.

He looked at her suddenly then, and the weight of his attention made Gwen’s ankle give out in her stupid high heels. She wobbled back with a yelp, but, luckily, the girl behind her caught her elbow and helped her regain her balance.

“You all right?” the girl asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” Gwen mumbled along with an apology and her thanks.

“Walk much?” said some generic bro a few people back in line, and it felt like everyone at the party was looking at her.

Humiliated, Gwen risked a glance over at the shot glass, but he seemed to be the only one who had turned back, though she couldn’t help but think that a proud smile tugged at his lips.

She would give just about anything for her pajamas and a romantic comedy right about now. She contemplated slipping out of line and heading back to her room, but she’d have to clear it with Marie first because she didn’t want to just leave her friend in such a big crowd of strangers, so instead, she stayed the course with plans of making a hasty retreat right after.

As the EDM pulsed across the party deck and the palm trees shimmied overhead in the steady sea breeze, the lines dwindled quicker than she ever expected.

And of course, it was becoming abundantly clear that, short of someone passing out or running off at the last possible second, Gwen was going to be lapping tequila from the navel of the pretty boy with the prettier smile.

When there was just one couple left ahead of them, she thought about offering her spot to the nice girl behind her as a thank you. The ponytailed babe behind the pretty boy sported a crop top and a great set of abs, so technically, it would still be fun for Gwen without the creeping dread, but before she could ask the girl behind her to switch places, she heard the call from the bottle girl.

“Next!”

With a lump in her throat, Gwen approached the table alongside the man in the black shirt. He nodded to the girl behind the table and then to Gwen.

“Hey.”

“H-hey,” she said.

The bottle girl continued all business as she had that night, though she did offer the man a smile she did not offer Gwen.

While she paid for her shot, he climbed onto the bar counter easily and shimmied himself into the most comfortable position the hardwood would allow.

Everyone waited for the hem of his shirt to reveal his stomach, but it didn’t. Instead, he looked to Gwen.

“You want it, you have to do it,” he said with a toothy grin as his eyes flicked to his clothed torso.

Gwen glared at his stomach and then at his face. “Excuse me?”

He laughed and waved in surrender. “I’m kidding, just kidding!”

But it was now patently clear he knew he’d been the reason she’d stumbled, and she wasn’t going to let him halt her momentum.

You are here for fun.

Finally, the attendant grew too annoyed to keep her mouth shut and griped, “If you’re not going to take the shot, I have to—”

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” Gwen insisted, though she’d meant it more for her shot glass than her bartender.

With a glower at the long man stretched out before her, she pushed his shoulder back so he flattened out on the table, the grin still playing at his luscious lips finally disappearing with her determination. Her fingers curled around the hem of the t-shirt resting far too near the apex of his thighs, and, slowly, she pushed it up his abdomen. She could have just yanked it up, but she wanted to punish him for his teasing as much as she wanted to savor the reveal, so she let her palm drag across the yielding skin of his stomach.

A swath of flawless flesh appeared beneath her, tensing instinctively along the path her hand had set. Like the rest of his features, it was soft and inviting. He didn’t have washboard abs like many of the men who’d showcased on the table already; instead, she found a narrow waist flaring broader and broader the higher she pushed the shirt up his chest. His freshly tanned skin featured the gentlest dips and smoothest waves of skin she’d ever seen. His navel was delicate, cute even, though she’d never considered a bellybutton particularly cute before. All of it made Gwen’s throat feel far too dry.

The bottle girl didn’t even try to hide the way she chewed her own lip, but she poured a shot of crystalline liquid into the appetizing little divot anyway. Gwen’s shot glass laughed, borderline giggled, at the sensation, sending a slender river of booze cascading over his naked waistline.

“Cold,” he confessed.

“You’re up,” the bottle girl said to Gwen with a bitterness she also didn’t try to hide.

Gwen nodded and stole a quick glance at the man’s face. He’d propped his head on his hands now so he could watch the show and grinned so hard she expected his laugh to follow any second.

Her brow wrinkled. If he was going to play games with her, then she could damn well return the favor. Gwen splayed her hand at the hem of his jeans, her fingers spread between the contrast of silken flesh and harsh denim. She bent over and pressed her bottom lip into the pouch of skin at the edge of his navel and closed her top lip around it to form a seal. She sucked quickly, a little of his skin suctioning between her lips.

The man gasped, and his hand clasped reflexively to the back of her head as she drained the last of the liquor from his navel. The urge to kiss his tummy overwhelmed, but Gwen fought it off, though she couldn’t quite stand up with his hand still in her hair. Instead, she rolled her head to the side and caught his eye. The motion surprised him, and he yanked his hand back.

Gwen stood up and licked every honeyed droplet of booze from her lips. He tried to sit up, too, but distracted by the trail of her tongue, his hand slipped in an errant splash, and he fell back onto his elbows. It was her turn to savor a proud smile.

“One more?” asked Gwen hopefully.

He didn’t hesitate. “Okay, sure.”

“Another shot please,” she said to the bottle girl, thrusting out her card.

“Sure,” said the other woman with a well-practiced smile. “See you shortly.”

“What?”

“You can buy another shot, but you’ve got to hop back in line.”

“But we’re already here?” Gwen noted with a poignant look at the man’s exposed stomach.

“Not how it works, sweetie. See you in a bit. Next!”

With a resigned sigh, Gwen rejoined the crowd. There was only a slim hope of being paired up with the same guy again, but not knowing what else to do, she followed the snaking line to the end only to notice the man was nowhere to be found.

Gwen looked for Marie, but the crowd had swelled as the night had worn on, and she couldn't find her friend anywhere. No doubt, the girl was twirling in some random hot guy’s arms somewhere in the thicket of dancers at the other end of the concourse, but Gwen didn’t really feel like braving all those sweaty bodies.

You are here for fun.

It had been fun, she realized, but it was so short-lived that now that it was over, she also realized how little fun the rest of the night had been in comparison. Rather than spoil Marie’s good time, too, Gwen made her way to a poolside recliner and sat down to people-watch.

There were hundreds of beautiful people here, not that that was a surprise; short of some place like Los Angeles, she wasn’t sure where there was a more concentrated percentage of objective hotness. Everyone rocked a beach-ready body, many still clad in their actual swimsuits, and thanks to the tropical air, they all smelled of a perfume of sunscreen, booze, and sweat. Laughter and cheers crescendoed around her as drinks were downed and the music pumped up. Tiny asses nestled in gyrating groins as limbs snaked up and down strangers’ bodies.

But as much as there was to see, the truth was the one person Gwen wanted to watch was gone.

Another ten minutes or so had passed with her eyes firmly fixed on the body shot lines, but her shot glass never reappeared, and she found herself so painfully far from the “fun” she was supposed to be having that when a new guy sat down beside her and started to chat, she decided to invent a new backstory of her own considering Marie had banned her from inventing them for bachelors she’d met.

“I only found out mid-way through the pregnancy that my cousin was having my fiancé’s baby. So I said ‘screw them all,’ packed my shit, and drove straight down here to start having some of my own fun for once,” proclaimed Gwen with a whip and toss of her hair over her shoulder.

“Heavy,” said the bearded man with a smug, approving nod next to her, and she snickered to herself at the anticipatory predatory flash in his eyes.

But her fun at the stranger’s expense was also short-lived when she heard over her shoulder, “That’s some story.”

Gwen swiveled on her chaise to find the lithe stranger from the body shot line holding a mostly empty bottle of tequila with a spout already stuffed in its neck.

“Oh, hey,” she fumbled. “You’re still here.”

“I am.”

An awkward silenced stretched between them as she scrambled to figure out which version of herself she was supposed to be presenting.

Miraculously, the bearded man saved her at the last second. “Is this your friend?”

“Best friend actually,” said her former shot glass, “here to make sure she has all the fun she wants.”

Knowing his window had closed, the bearded man nodded and faded back into the crowd without so much as a wave goodbye, not that Gwen had room to spare another second for him now that pretty boy had returned.

“Was any of that story true?” her handsome stranger asked.

Gwen shrugged. “The having fun part is true enough. The rest might have been part of said fun.”

He smiled gently, his cheeks two kissable meringues as he added, “Sorry about before.”

“For what?”

His eyes cast down her leggings to her feet. “Is your ankle okay?”

“Oh.” Gwen wrinkled her nose and protested weakly, “Hey, that wasn’t you, you know.”

“No, of course not.”

“It was these stupid heels. I’m more of a sandals girl. I’m just not used to wearing them.”

He nodded though he was clearly suppressing a laugh. “I see. So I’m off the hook?”

Gwen cocked her head in mock consideration as she eyed the bottle in his silver-clad hand. “That depends. How are you going to make up for exposing a very tragic girl after she thought she’d gotten away with it?”

One of those rings clanked emphatically against the glass, ringing even above the club music. “What about offering a second shot like you wanted?”

He waggled the bottle for effect, the liquid inside splintering the pulsing lights.

Gwen squinted at him. “How did you…?”

He brought his finger to his lips and bent down to her ear. Thanks to the blaring music, even this close, he nearly had to shout, “I stole it.”

“What a rebel.”

“Yeah, well, I’m really motivated.”

“Uh, okay, sure. I guess that’s fair.”

“Good, because I’m all about fair. Come on. I’ll find us somewhere where you can take it.”

The innuendo simmered between them until Gwen’s thirst had expanded beyond the restraints of mere drink.

“There’s a lounger right here?” she suggested as she looked at the chaise, but he shook his head.

“That would draw to much attention. I’m a rebel and thief now, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. How could I forget?”

“Maybe we can head out to the beach, or,” the stranger hedged slowly, “I have a room upstairs if you want?”

His tone was matter-of-fact, considerate even, yet sin infused his bottomless brown eyes. It was a proposition Gwen had never considered. She was a fall-in-love not a fall-in-bed kind of girl.

But.

She was not going to fall in love on this trip, and she had never seen a man who looked like this one.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she pretended to mull it over and shrugged a shoulder to sell the act, though there had only ever been one possible outcome the moment her eyes had met his.

“Maybe it’s better if we go upstairs… I mean, we don’t want them to lock you up and throw away the key.”

“I appreciate that,” he said with a smile that left little doubt how well he understood everything.

“Let me just make sure my friend is okay with it.”

He nodded, unfazed. “I’ll do the same.”

Both of them pulled out their phones, and Gwen sent a quick message to Marie.

When Gwen put away her phone, she found the man waiting with an expectant, squishy grin on his face.

“Is your friend all good?” he asked.

“All good. What about yours?”

He motioned through the crowd back toward the hotel, and as they walked, he said, “They’re all good. Turns out they all knew already. The friend who helped me distract the bartender told the rest of them anyway, which I should have figured, I guess.”

Gwen perked an eyebrow. “They knew when I didn’t, huh? You’re not just a rebel, but a cocky rebel.”

Her companion laughed and rubbed the back of his head in his chagrin. “Maybe I’m just more of a hopeful rebel. Or a lucky one seeing as I almost lost my chance.”

She laughed now, too. “Who? That guy? No way. I think I was just amusing myself since I was bored.”

“Bored? Here, I half-expected I’d find you back in the body shot line.”

“Well, I whole-hoped I’d find you back in it, too, but since you weren’t there, that poor guy had to hear a story I’m pretty sure I stole from a soap opera.”

Her companion smirked. “I guess that makes you a rebel and a thief, too.”

“I guess so.”

They chatted easily across the busy pool deck and all through the lobby, but the second the elevator doors closed them in alone together, the conversation clotted up. It was a long and mortifyingly unbroken trip to the twenty-second floor, and the only sounds were the shush-shush of the elevator and the dull thunk of the bottle as he tapped it against his thigh.

Suddenly, he cleared his throat. “Uh, kind of embarrassed to admit this, but it occurs to me I don’t know your name. I’m—”

“You know, let’s keep it that way for now, okay?” Gwen interrupted with a tight smile.

“Huh? Oh, sure, sure…” he agreed though he couldn’t have looked more floored.

“It's nothing personal. Actually, that’s sort of the point. I have a tendency to get carried away. It’s a long, boring story, ha. And a lot less colorful than my made-up ones.”

“I'm a good listener.”

“Yeah,” she said solemnly, “I can tell that about you. Which is definitely why I need to keep things firmly in the here and now.”

“Live in the moment, I can get behind that.”

“Cool.” Gwen turned hesitantly to him just as the doors to the elevator split wide. “So, is that okay with you? Because if it’s not, we’ll just toast to this super awkward elevator ride.”

The man motioned for her to go ahead of him into the hallway before he added, “I’m not the kind of guy to turn back.”

I can tell that, too… she thought resignedly.

He led Gwen down the chic hallway to his room, where she stopped short and pulled out her phone.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Just letting my friend know where I am.”

“That's smart,” he said with a nod. “I’m on notice now, huh?”

“You got that right, buddy.”

They shared a laugh, and again, Gwen was struck by how brightly the man’s face glowed and how engaging his laugh was. Another thought popped into her head just then.

“Speaking of...” she started as she raised her camera. “Smile?”

Without a trace of surprise or curiosity, he did, and it was so blinding, it threw off the exposure in her phone, which gave Gwen the perfect excuse to snap a few more.

“How did my mugshot come out?” he asked and craned his neck to steal a peek.

“You’re a matter of public record now, sir. But I imagine it will be the first mugshot to grace the cover of Vogue.”

“Nice.”

She stashed her phone without hitting send, with a small grin for her white lie. For some reason, Gwen couldn't bring herself to share him. But he didn't need to know that.

Meanwhile, the man fished his key card out of his too-tight jean pocket and ushered her inside. He took off his shoes as soon as he walked in, much to her relief, since it meant she could finally get out of her damn heels. When she looked back up, she was at a loss.

“Shit…”

His head whipped toward her, eyebrows pinched with concern. “Everything okay?”

“I mean… Your room is so much nicer than mine.”

He clutched his heart in mock relief before he said, “What’s your room like?”

“Not like this. Small and bayside. You have a balcony!”

“Oh, uh, yeah. It’s my friend’s bachelor party this weekend, so we all kind of went all out, I guess. You want to go out?”

“Hell yeah, I do!” Gwen squealed. She made a bee line past the enormous bed and whisked open the door.

The wind was stiffer twenty-two floors up, and it bombarded her skin, fresh and salty and a little sticky but uplifting. She breathed in deeply, a smile splitting her face. The half-moon shimmied across the Atlantic swells in time with the electronic beats filtering up from the party at the pool below. She couldn’t help herself—she waved at the partygoers even though they were far too small to see much this high up.

“Aw,” her companion said sweetly. “Waving to your friend?”

“Yeah,” replied Gwen with a blush. “Not that she’ll see me.”

He joined her in leaning on the railing and waving at his friends, too. When he looked back up, his smile shifted slightly, less silly and a lot sultrier. She cleared her throat lightly and headed back inside.

With her back to the huge bay windows, Gwen could finally take in the rest of the room. It was modern and cloaked in the same jeweled beach tones of her own, but it was much more spacious, with a desk and a sofa plus a pair of chairs, while, to the left behind a half-wall, the enormous bed stretched out beneath a large padded headboard.

With a tiny yelp, her companion scrambled over in a hurry to straighten the still-crumpled covers and even out the pillows.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he worked, “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like I make my bed on vacation. Or ever really.”

Gwen meant it, but that didn’t mean she could shake the undeniably sexy implication of those tossed sheet or the image of this beautiful man stretched out naked and languid in them.

Still, he dressed the bed as quickly as he could and turned around with a flushed face. Again, he mumbled, “Sorry.”

“No worries. Hey, do you care if I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, it’s right around there,” he replied, gesturing toward the other side of the bed.

It was really just an excuse to see how much fancier it was than her own, and it did not disappoint. Instead of just a shower stall, there was a huge walk-in surrounded by glass, and instantly, images of fogged windows with desperate hand smears flitted across her mind. Just around the corner was a deep jacuzzi tub that conjured just as many filthy thoughts.

This was progress, Gwen thought. Her libido was on overdrive, which meant she could safely put her heart in the backseat. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her waves had regrettably frizzed, and she’d sweated out a fair bit of makeup, but it did make her skin glow, even under the harsh LED lighting. After a quick freshen-up and a primp to make her chest is best perky self, she returned to find the man waiting in front of the main window, adjusting the tuck of his tee in his tiny waistline.

There was just something about him—his every gesture was sweet and sincere, completely without artifice. And just like that, her heart was threatening a comeback.

You are here for fun.

Gwen shuffled in with a short wave. “I think your bathroom might be as big as my hotel room.”

He grinned. “I think it’s bigger than my apartment honestly.”

“You mean you don’t live like a high roller every day?”

“Actually, I moonlight as a broke New Yorker.”

Oh shit, he’s not far from you, Gwennie…

“You’re ruining my fantasy of the millionaire playboy in town for a big business deal.”

“My apologies,” he joked with a bow.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

He cocked his head, and it was painfully cute. “The what?”

“Your friend’s wedding.”

“Oh, next month.”

“And the groom’s not going to be mad that you’ve abandoned him?”

The man smirked. “On the contrary. Pretty sure he’s looking for any excuse to get rid of me.”

“You really are public enemy number one, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, undisputed.”

As they came down from their laughter, Gwen realized how close they were standing. This close, those lips loomed like a full moon, and she basked in their plumpness. The heat between them brought the intoxicating tendrils of his cologne forward, a fresh brightness that matched his smile, though it occurred to her he may have stolen a moment to reapply it while she’d been in the bathroom. The thought made her swallow hard.

“You’re easy to talk to,” he confessed abruptly, and Gwen tensed all over.

You are here for fun.

“Even though we haven’t really talked about anything?” she retorted.

He shrugged one thick shoulder. “Maybe that’s why. I’m kind of a wallflower at parties. I mean, that whole body shot thing was just a dare from my friends anyway.”

“Mine was like that, too!” she blurted and immediately regretted it, the way he seemed to soften all over. It wasn’t just how gentle his already-round features looked, but he relaxed against the desk into a cool lean as his usually petal-shaped eyes widened with interest.

No backstories, Gwennie, she scolded herself. Put that distance between your heart and your lady parts!

“So that’s how it happens, huh?” she continued in a sultrier voice as her finger stroked the neck of the bottle. “You do one dare, and now, you’re a full-blown criminal mastermind?”

His voice had dropped, too, along with his eyelids. “Looks that way.”

“Are you a liar, too?”

“No! What?”

She chuckled and waved the bottle between them. “What about my second shot?”

“Oh, you were serious?”

Gwen gaped at him. “Aren’t you the one who stole the tequila?”

“That was just so I had an excuse to talk to you again.”

Oh no… He was painfully, unforgivably, patently cute. Gwen could practically hear Marie threatening to leave her in Florida.

“Ah,” she said to deflect, “so you did lure me here with empty promises.”

“No! I—"

“I’m teasing,” she assured, and as she studied his saucer eyes, she risked resting a hand on his bicep, which she had to stop herself from just straight up groping when she felt the twitching muscle beneath.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just… I never do stuff like this.”

“Like what? We haven’t done anything.” He looked helplessly at her, and Gwen chuckled again. “Sorry, still teasing. When I'm awkward, I make awkward jokes. I've never done anything like this either.”

“Like what?” he echoed, and they shared a tight smile, but it vanished when he looked at her much softer this time. “Seriously, I don't expect anything.”

You can't catch feelings sucking tequila out of a stranger's bellybutton…

“I know, but I do.” Gwen swished the bottle back and forth, and he offered what she could only type as a giggle.

“You’re right, you’re right. So, um, how do you want to…?”

He spun in a circle until he nearly made himself dizzy, and she grabbed his shoulders to steady him.

“Maybe, um, you should just lay on the bed?” she suggested.

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. So, I’ll just…”

“Get on the bed?”

“Get on the bed, yeah,” he repeated. The man spared a quick moment to smooth his shirt over his chest and run a hand back through his thick black hair, which had the most fatal way of feathering back across his forehead in a very regrettable heart shape.

Since the moment she’d met him, the man had possessed a magnetism that had set him apart from all the other hot people at the party, but here in his room, he was borderline pathetic, tromping around like a lost giraffe between the living room and the bed as he emptied his pockets between the desk and the bedside table. When, at last, he was ready, he walked to the foot of the bed and plopped down. He looked back at Gwen with a sheepish grin and comically high eyebrows.

“Ready?” she asked as she raised the bottle.

“If you are.”

She nodded and followed into the bedroom, and the air shifted. In here, it was hotter and even more humid than down at the beach but without the benefit of a breeze.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, and Gwen crawled on the bed beside him. She strategized on how to best take her shot, and while she positioned herself, her knees pressed into the mattress as she sat up, he untucked his shirt and raised it himself.

At the party, body shots had been a game. Here, it was foreplay. Judging from the blackness in his eyes, he knew it, too. He laid back and propped up just a bit on his elbows, which cupped his stomach just the right amount into the sweetest little bowl.

“It’s different,” he murmured.

“Yeah, it is,” she whispered, too, because somehow every thing, every word, felt very loud. “I can take my time now.”

He didn’t say anything. He just waited.

Gwen lifted the bottle, and, as carefully as she could, she tipped it until a golden thread puddled at his belly. He didn’t flinch this time. Instead, he sucked in a breath which deepened the cup at his navel, and she was only too happy to fill it to its tasty brim.

“Perfect,” she said as she set the bottle on the floor. “Don’t move.”

She braced her hands on his thigh and his ribcage and bent forward. Her lips glossed the velvety skin there before she opened her mouth and sucked up the sweet, smooth liquor all too quickly. This time, though, she spared a moment to dip her tongue into the divot, and this made the man beneath her hiss.

She licked her lips and ventured a look up his heaving torso to find him totally expressionless save for his overblown pupils.

“Satisfied?” he asked in a voice swollen with the same darkness.

Gwen shook her head lightly. “Still thirsty.”

But she did not reach for the bottle. Instead, she put her lips to his stomach and sampled a new patch of skin. It yielded beneath her, and so did he. He let out a low groan that tightened the muscles under her lips.

Another kiss led to another and then one more as she nipped and nibbled at the tender flesh. There was something about the man that was simply and undeniably edible, and no matter how much she tasted, she could not get enough. Gwen helped herself all the way up to the delicious flare of his rib cage, and at the swell there, she risked a swirl of her tongue. His head snapped up as he panted out a heavy pair of breaths.

“You're driving me crazy,” he said with a slanted smile.

“I could say the same,” she agreed, and when she brought attention back to his stomach, she noticed a lonely freckle at his hip. Her lips raced to devour it, this time adding a graze of her teeth. He jolted.

“That tickles!” he exclaimed though it was followed by another groan.

Gwen responded with another twirl of her tongue to savor the salt on his skin, and the groan became an outright moan. Emboldened by each grateful sound, her hand slid slowly up his thigh, and soon, it bumped a rigid hill smothered by tight denim.

At the first graze, he jolted again but followed it with a simmering hiss as his hips bucked reflexively into her hand. His eagerness was going to Gwen’s head. She wanted more of his pretty moans. She wanted more of his pretty body.

Her hand moved more brazenly to stroke the outline of the intensifying hardness, but this time, she was the one moaning at the way his bulge filled her palm. Her forehead pressed into that gentle stomach as she rested her lips lazily at his hip bone. Meanwhile, her fingertips traveled up the zipper to the waist of his jeans and swept back and forth before her thumb centered over the button there.

“What are you doing?” he whispered.

Gwen kissed his hip again before she answered, “You told me if I wanted it, I had to do it.”

“Ah, I said that, didn't I?”

“You did. And I want it.”

He sat up higher now, expectation on his face. He drew his lush bottom lip between his teeth, and that alone set Gwen’s blood aflame.

Without another thought, she placed a garland of kisses along the waist of his jeans, and when she undid the button there, her lips raced to taste the secret skin she’d exposed. Dimly, she realized she was getting too carried away on a chance encounter, but she couldn't stop.

She couldn’t stop.

The further her mouth charted down the open zipper track, the more powerful her desire grew. She smelled his cologne here, too, bright like the tropical air but deepening down to dark woods on a second, greedier inhale. And beneath all that was the smell of him.

Too hungry now, Gwen hooked her hands in his jeans and tugged down. He lifted his hips with zero hesitation, and soon enough, she had full access to all that she desired. She swept her hand over the black fabric still sheltering him and felt him lurch. She hummed.

Slowly, she peeled down the hem of his boxer briefs, and his cock sprung up gratefully. Above her, her pretty boy exhaled hard, which only grew raspier as her skin touched his rawness at last.

Gwen’s romantic heart had drawn her to a number of beds over the years, and she’d enjoyed some decent sex in that time, but even without entering her, she knew this man was special. All his skin had been babied, but here, he was silkiest, like satin over marble. One touch was enough to fuel an addiction that sent a blaring alarm of dread to the back of her mind that she might never touch another cock that felt like it was made just to please her.

She danced her fingertips down his wickedly hard length until she got to his base, where she squeezed appreciatively. He hissed and hummed and arched his back before he mumbled something low and deep that she wished she could make out because just the echo of its echo sounded devastating.

Gwen didn’t intend to take things so leisurely—she knew she shouldn’t be—but it seemed foolish to fast forward through what had to be the sexiest man she’d ever met. Her friend’s rules be damned, she was going to enjoy every second for as long as she could make it last.

He was watching her, open-mouthed, as she held him. Their eyes met. Her breath caught.

Gwen wet her lips and pressed them to his hot, red tip and let her tongue curl into the smooth channel underneath. Her beautiful stranger let out the raspiest groan as his face disappeared from her view to sag under the weight of pleasure.

Spurred on, she invited him into her mouth now, shallow at first, but a little greedier with each pass until she could take what she could of him to the back of her throat. When she was comfortable, she found the perfect rhythm to have him singing for her with every eager suck.

And he was so noisy. It wasn’t filthy words or heaps of degradation like she’d heard plenty of times before. Between his moans and the grunts and the achy sighs, Gwen realized she’d never been with a man who had appreciated her more. It was filling her up with not just pride but confidence, and it made her want to ruin him even further.

His hand came to rest on the back of her head, but she quickly plucked it aside and pressed it into the mattress. For the briefest of moments, she released him to mumble, “Stay still.”

His shaky “okay” made her chest feel swimmy, and, instead, he balled two handfuls of sheets. But the man couldn’t help himself. Though he was hanging onto the bed with white knuckles, his hips took to lifting from the mattress, and she had to force them back down, too. She knew with just a little more speed and the addition of a helpful hand, she would get him off in no time, but she was having so much fun.

It didn’t hurt that all his whining was getting her off, too, even without a single touch. Gwen couldn’t remember a time she’d been so wet or so turned on.

Again, the stranger moaned, but this time, he added with a thick rasp, “You’re incredible. You might be my dream girl.”

It was her turn to whimper, but the vibrations traveled not just through her body and straight to her throbbing clit, but they also traveled down his length in a circuit of pleasure. He sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth as his legs tensed and struggled in the confines of the jeans still cuffing his knees.

“Can I—” he said before another grunt cut him off. “Wait. Can I just—fuck—can we take these pants off? I want to feel more of you.”

Gwen startled. She sat up on the bed and watched, numb with anticipation, as the man practically had to peel off his skinny jeans. He worked as quickly as he could, but it afforded her a flash of an ass as cute and smooth as his stomach and legs as long and delicate as his fingers. When he sat back down at the edge of the bed, he pulled off his shirt, too.

When she came to his room, Gwen hadn’t really known what to expect. It was clear they would end up in bed, but, for some reason, she never expected them to be fully naked. Now that things had taken a much more intimate turn, the casual momentum she had built quickly siphoned away.

This time, he didn’t lay back.

Here, he sat—breathless, naked, gripping his glistening cock, and staring hopefully at her.

“I’d really like to see you, too,” he asked.

As soon as he voiced his throaty wish, a fresh torrent of lust leaked between her pressed thighs. If she had worn the minidress Marie had pitched, there would have been no hiding it.

Gwen wanted to be coy or funny or anything other than tragically eager for this man, but how could she say no to such hopeful eyes and freckled lips?

With a red face and sweaty hands, she slipped out of her shirt, leaving her in her bra and leggings. She’d been wearing the same damn burgundy lace piece for two years, but now her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn’t undo the last clasp she’d put on hundreds of times.

He smiled knowingly and leaned in to wrap his arms around her. It only took him a moment to rescue her, but in his arms, time had stopped. Skin to skin changed everything. Gwen was spiraling, and the only way to make it stop was to steer into her tailspin.

Their lips met not in a clatter, but gently and with curiosity. Even at first brush, the way his puffy top lip notched into the crease of her lips felt like habit, like it had been there many times before and should return countless more times.

His hands cupped her cheeks briefly before they slid back in tandem to tangle in her disheveled waves. Only then, as he held her fiercely, did his tongue slip into her mouth to their shared whimper. One of his hands glided from her hair, down the back of her neck and over her shoulder, fingertips dancing like raindrops with the same biting chill thanks to the metal at his knuckles. He traced the side of her breast and then its underside all while his lips meshed with hers and his tongue curled deliciously against the roof of her mouth.

Trapped in the riptide of the moment, Gwen reached for him, too. His skin was just as soft at his neck and shoulders as it was at his waist, and she couldn’t stop stroking every inch she could access. He was only too happy to encourage her touches, even going so far to redirect her hand from his ribs to his hair like he wanted her to pet him. She let out a needy sigh that his mouth immediately gobbled up.

It wasn’t a surprise that the man was an attentive kisser. What surprised Gwen was how much she felt in the kiss. He was pouring something into her even as he seemed to drink from her, and she didn’t want it to stop.

She didn’t want it to ever stop.

You are here for fun.

Marie’s voice in the back of Gwen’s head was the ice water the blonde needed to disentangle from her beautiful stranger. Because that was all he was.

A beautiful stranger.

Gwen pulled back. He blinked slowly at her, but she kissed his flushed lips briefly to soften the transition. The hand of hers he’d placed in his hair drifted down his arm to his thigh, and whatever emotion had knitted his brows a moment ago corrupted. With a gnaw of her bottom lip, she slipped off the bed to the floor. His eyes followed.

He didn’t ask Gwen to kneel between his legs, but he didn’t have to. She was getting good at telling exactly what he’d like best—far too good at it.

His thighs were much creamier than the Florida caramel that warmed the rest of him, and as she shuffled into position between them, her hands worked higher and higher up their breadth. His knees tightened at her shoulders. Now that she was shirtless, she had no defense against the zaps of electricity that came with each stolen moment of raw contact.

His cock strained between his hips, the head shiny with lust and the veins pulsing along its length. Gwen gripped his hilt and stroked a few times, and he sighed in relief.

Now that he was sitting up, their dynamic swapped. He loomed over her. Shadows darkened what had always been a bright face. His enormous hands braced at the edge of the bed, firing prominent veins along his forearms. His shoulders corded with heavy muscle previously concealed by his round edges. The planes of his stomach creased as he bent over her. He wasn’t about to neglect even a second of his front row seat.

Gwen brought her lips back to his member and picked right back up where she’d left off, only this time she was noisier. Wet slurps and hungry hums echoed up from between his legs, and with each one, he got a little louder, too.

This time when his massive hand curled around the back of her head, Gwen reveled in it. His nails scratched deliciously against her scalp as he threaded her hair through those elegant fingers and tugged mindlessly. She was grateful she’d forgotten to strip off her leggings or she would have been dripping shamelessly on the carpet.

At last, she picked up speed, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on her seal around his demanding thickness. Her lips chased her fist up and down his shaft so he was never without a moment of her full attention.

The messier she savored him, the more urgent his whines got and the more he bucked underneath her. The hand in her hair was now a fist full of a makeshift ponytail. Mouth full, she raised her eyes to his face. A swirl of her tongue around his tip was all it took to rip a cry from his hunkered chest.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he demanded and pushed her shoulders back. “Wow, okay, you have to stop. I’m going to cum.”

“That’s the idea,” Gwen replied as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

But the man shook his head. “I want to make this last, and I definitely don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You’re not.”

“Good… Good.”

A pregnant silence fell between them. Both of them considered where to direct the needle of their night next, but he was faster.

“You know, the view from up here really is something,” he said.

“Ha ha,” Gwen said drily, but the earnest look on his face knocked her sarcasm down a few pegs.

“Come up and see.”

He offered both his hands, and once she took them, he helped her up to the edge of the bed. When she was seated beside him again, he kissed her sweetly.

When he stopped, his forehead rocked against hers, and her eyes fluttered open.

“I really want to taste you,” he confessed in a whisper.

Gwen swallowed hard.

“You do?”

“Desperately.”

“It’s just—” she fumbled, painfully aware of the panic in her voice.

“You don’t want me to?”

She didn’t know how to explain herself without pitiful embarrassment. Most of the men Gwen had dated were keen for a blowjob but always had a dozen reasons to move things along right after. Over time, it had given her a heavy insecurity, which Marie had always assured her was utter bullshit, yet still it persisted. Gwen didn’t think she could recover from someone this desirable rejecting her, even if he was a total stranger.

“No, I mean, yeah, if you really want,” she blundered, “but… it’s just—”

She bit her lip, and he cocked his head patiently. His hand squeezed her knee, and the words came tumbling out of her mouth.

“I’m kind of a mess down there.”

“Yeah?” he said hopefully—to her complete and utter shock. “Come on, you can’t tease me like that. Now, I have to taste you.”

“What if— It might take me awhile,” she admitted from behind her hands.

Gently, he lowered them from her face to her lap, where he held them like a friend, though his hooded eyes and honeyed voice told a very different story.

“I hope it does.”

Gwen gasped and closed her eyes to steady herself. “What about you?”

He laughed. “This is about me.”

The best she could manage was a slow nod, but that was all the stranger needed.

He dropped to his knees on the floor and spread her legs enough to rub his huge palms up her thighs and back down again. The more he soothed her, the more her legs parted on their own so he could sit taller—and closer—between them. On the next sweep up, his hands lingered at the crest of her thighs so his thumbs could stroke over her swollen sex still imprisoned in her leggings.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“So good,” she replied as she collapsed onto the mattress and threw an arm over her eyes.

“Good. You can watch if you want, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’d recover from something like that. You’re, like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen as it is. That might actually ruin me for life.”

He chuckled, but it was tainted with pride. “Maybe that’s the idea.”

Gwen shot up to her elbows to argue, but that was the exact moment the man wriggled his slender fingers under her waistband and then her underwear to peel them both off. Cold air attacked her core, and though it was a relief to finally be free of her sticky prison, she was unprepared for the pad of his finger to graze over the seam of her lips. She shivered and whined.

He hummed. “You’re really feeding my ego here, sweetheart.”

His thumbs resumed the same stroke as before, but since it was over her bare lips this time, the intensity amplified exponentially. Each wave parted her folds a bit, and there was no escaping the knowledge that her arousal leaked heavily every time.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmured.

Foolishly, Gwen stole a look at the man, and the image of his keen eyes fixed on her wet cunt branded her brain just as she’d feared. She whimpered, zipping her bottom lip between her teeth to near shreds as he played with her.

She felt the first brush of his lips against her not in the careless rush of an obligation but as a leisurely kiss of a seasoned lover. There, his mouth lingered only to part for his purposeful tongue. He licked up along her seam once—twice—and on the third pass, his fingers parted her core wide. The exposure had her keening mindlessly, but when his tongue swiped through the secret skin, she cried at the top of her lungs. Her arm pressed over her eyes hard enough to create starbursts behind her lids while her other arm pressed over her mouth.

For just a moment, he pulled back. Another burst of cool air blasted her core as he hummed again, this time dreamily. “Perfect.”

He kissed the meat of her thigh once, and then drove on heedlessly. He teased her entrance for a moment before he swirled that wicked tongue around her clit with a mind-numbing rhythm. Through all of it, Gwen sank deeper into pleasure. As vocal as he had been, she managed to outdo him even with her makeshift gag. It was completely mortifying but also completely out of her control.

He didn’t try to stop her writhing or her moaning. Instead, he used them both to his advantage. Whenever she squirmed, he chased, and it made the promise of release a near certainty.

It was incredible. It was terrifying.

It shouldn’t be this easy. It had never been this easy before.

Gwen felt the blossom of his lips nibbling at her aching clit, and before she could brace herself, he’d taken her in his mouth. It wasn’t just his delicious suction that made her lungs seize but the way his tongue undulated across her eager bud.

And then he pressed a fingertip to her entrance.

Gwen’s hands flew to the sheets and dug into the mattress. Her head snapped up as she screamed, “Oh my god!”

Her eyes flew open. He was waiting.

Damn heart-shaped hair and damn heavy eyes stole what was left of her sanity right before he eased his finger inside her.

At least the unprecedented bliss gave Gwen the small mercy of forcing her flat to the bed. Her back arched, her nipples tightened, and her voice gave out. The only thing she could do was pant like some unbound creature.

His fingers were so long—world-record long, she thought drunkenly—and they explored parts of her she’d never even known were there. He didn’t race through her either, but primed her the same as she’d primed him, the devil. In only a matter of a few plunges, he knew her in ways she’d never even known herself.

In and out, in and out, he pumped that perilously long finger, each stroke sealed with a kiss of metal and knuckle. Her body hungered louder and messier, worse even than she’d promised him. Her shameless pussy dribbled like it had never been touched before, and Gwen was very, very glad she could hide in the crook of her arm.

And then he added a second finger.

The stretch was vision-whitening, the depth dizzying, but still his tongue insisted on speeding her to her ledge. Even with her face covered, she turned away because looking at him was like risking looking into the sun.

“I’m going to— I’m going to—” she stammered.

His mouth lifted then, but before Gwen could protest, he brought his other fingers to her clit. There, he kept a thorough pace just shy of what she needed. No doubt, he knew it just as she had known it with him, but with the tables turned, it felt unexpectedly cruel.

As if to contradict that, he tenderly kissed her thigh, and basic instinct drove her to look at him.

He smiled at her, and, with grit in his voice, he asked, “You going to cum for me, beautiful?”

“Yes!” cried Gwen, shuddering on his fingers. “Yes, yes, yes!”

His fingers moved faster now, across her throbbing hill as well as inside her. Pressure like she’d never felt built between her hips. It was hard to breathe. It was hard to think.

And it all happened faster than she could ever have imagined.

She unwound.

Eyes winched shut, Gwen tore at the sheets as she arched, every muscle clamped in ecstasy, before everything released and she slumped glassy-eyed onto the mattress. Somewhere below her, she heard a little refrain of happy hums and dimly felt the slick circle of a tongue collecting all that she had released.

She panted as she came down from her high, her arm flung over her face once again, feeling everything and nothing all at once. As she worked to center herself, Gwen shivered.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” said the stranger who was once again idly massaging her thighs, this time with the most delicious domesticity. “You kind of glow when you cum.”

“Oh, shut up!” she wailed as she curled into a ball.

“What? Sorry, but I mean it. You do this cute little thing with your toes, like a kitten paw.”

Gwen heard him pantomiming something in the sheets, but she was too busy cringing into another universe, one where she’d kept at least a little of her dignity. She burrowed her head deeper into her arms to fight back how endearing she found him.

“Hey,” he said with the sincerity of concern. “You okay?”

“Mm-hm.”

“You liked it, right?”

Gwen peeked out through a small window behind her arms and found the man seated beside her on the bed. He looked down at her with eyes no longer blackened exclusively by desire but softened with care. She bit her lip and lifted her head as she held his gaze.

A beat passed before she said, “I loved it.”

“Well then, if that’s the case…” he said softly.

He leaned down and kissed her as lightly as a feather brushing skin. When he pulled back, there was the sweet temptation of darkness tinting his eyes once more.

“Will you let me inside you?”

“Why did you have to say it like that?” whimpered Gwen as she flopped back onto the mattress.

“I’m sorry,” he said though he sounded anything but. “Is this better? Please let me fuck you.”

She hissed. “You’re a terrible, terrible man.”

“Yeah, but I’ll make you feel so good, and I did ask nicely.”

“You did…” she murmured as she leaned up.

Their lips barely had time to fully enmesh because he had to help guide her up to the pillows since the only thing she could manage for the moment was a beached fish, half-hearted wiggle.

If Gwen thought she’d have a moment to recover between heated kisses, she was dead wrong. He caged her in beneath him, his heavy cock thudding unmistakably against her mound as his body flattened against hers. Her legs spread instinctively. Perhaps she should have taken the many, many hints that she would never have any control over herself with this man, but the way her body simply opened for him was more than a little pathetic.

At first, she threaded both hands in his hair, and he groaned into her mouth, but every little thing he did made her restless for more. She kept a hand fixed in his hair while the other now squeezed and groped the length of his back. Even if she couldn’t see it at the moment, his shape drove her wild. Not only did his definition heat her hotter than she’d ever felt in her life, but, fully pressed against hers, his skin was as decadent as cashmere.

His member, on the other hand, was as heavy and demanding as a stone on her mound. Every time he rutted against her, the base of his shaft brushing her engorged folds, she lost a little more of her sanity. She could probably cum again just like this, completely empty and yet feeling so fulfilled.

They passed some time in each other’s mouths without further expectation, but the weightier his cock pressed, the more impossible it was to ignore her basest needs. As he’d been able to do all night, he read her easily.

Unwilling to leave her lips, he groped blindly at the nightstand until he’d found what he was looking for and had to break their kiss. He held up a condom, his eyebrows up on his sweet, swollen-lipped face with the unasked question.

“Forget it,” Gwen said with a huff. “We’ve already crossed the line, I’m on the pill, and I really just want to feel you.”

“Oh, shit, are you—” he said, but she cupped his cheeks and kissed him hungrily.

She was being stupid, but the fuck if she cared.

Gwen whimpered with every sweep of his tongue, but those gave way to hitching cries as his long fingers trailed from her cheek down her arm to her hip where they danced in unreadable designs across her flesh. It was so playful, so charming that her heart fluttered to a totally different rhythm than it had all night. And that was dangerous. She needed to move this along at last.

You are here for fun.

Her hips jerked beneath him, tilting up in a kiss far filthier and needier than even their mouths’, and he pulled back with a ragged hiss.

“You are so wet again,” he growled with a glance down between their bodies.

“I can’t help what you’re doing to me.”

He cocked his head to the side, looking handsomer than any man really had a right. “Yeah?”

“Yes…” she sighed. “You make me so desperate.”

She drove her hips up again, her overheated sex grazing his base once more. His eyes flared, and Gwen felt the urge to cower.

Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pushed it above her head, pinning it there by her wrist.

Dimly, the bass from the music far below drummed through the walls, but it was little more than a backing track to their tattered breath.

His stare was more commanding, more powerful even than the hot-forged iron branding her just shy of her center.

“I—”

Despite how badly Gwen yearned to hear the rest, he let whatever thought it was simmer on the heavily perfumed air enveloping them. His eyes searched her, from his ring-clad hand clasping her wrist to her sweat-studded breasts and back, at last, to her parted mouth.

He dove back down to her lips with another growl while his other hand fumbled between their bodies. After a moment, his hips lifted, and she felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance at last.

She needed air to calm her ragged nerves, but thief that he was, he stole everything from her with another nibble of her lips. As his tongue entered her mouth again, he pushed his length inside her walls.

Gwen tore from his kiss to unleash the reediest moan of her life.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted. “Did you feel that?”

She had no idea what he meant, which made it all the more dangerous because she knew exactly what she felt.

Everything.

Why did he have to kiss her just then?

Why did he have to fill her like he was the only one who should ever do it again?

You’re idealizing, Gwennie, she scrambled to remind her sex-saturated mind, but she couldn’t convince herself to stop even if she knew she was. This was a man who was every bit as perfect as her stupid romantic self wanted to believe.

All Gwen could do was moan and grasp the back of his head.

He followed the weight of her hand and pressed his face into the juncture of her neck to kiss her reverentially.

“Go slow,” she implored.

He hummed in agreement and eased his hips back to draw his length to its limit before gliding back in as though he were savoring her. The moment he bottomed out, her mouth fell open in a silent wail. Gwen had never felt so full.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Open up for me.”

His voice penetrated as deeply as his cock and rendered her putty in his hands.

Each sweep of his hips was catastrophic, but it was even worse since his body smothered hers. It was too much and not enough all at once, and Gwen was glad she didn’t have use of her other hand or she’d have wrapped him up in her arms already.

She thought after the first few strokes that he’d pick up speed, but he seemed content to while away their night just like this. The only change to his smooth rhythm was the rough emphasis he added to his every thrust that drove the air out of her lungs each time. It was like he was trying to drive deeper and deeper and deeper inside of her.

Each penetration afforded her the sexiest view of the horizon of his body, and now that she was this far gone, she lifted her head so she wouldn't miss another moment. He moved with the grace of water, and the current threatened to drown her just as easily. The swell of his ass rose and fell over the heave of his back.

His whines and grunts came back with a vengeance, with the added mercilessness of being uttered along her skin. It was a devastating reminder that as much pleasure as she drew from him, he was just as greedy for her body, too.

“Need to fuck you harder,” he warned in a voice heavy with gravel. “I need to.”

“I want you to,” Gwen echoed.

If she thought this would be the reason he pulled back from this ridiculous intimacy, she was dead wrong. Instead, he stilled inside her as he lifted to his elbows, but it only brought his searing gaze to her. His enormous hand soared up to cup her cheek. His thumb traced her bottom lip before, at last, he planted his hand firmly on the mattress.

His first few thrusts stayed slow, but soon he gained speed and, with it, power. His hips slapped against hers, and each time, it sounded wetter and wetter, but it all should have been louder.

The difference was, now that they couldn’t tear their eyes away from one another, neither seemed capable of making a sound. It was all Gwen could do to remember to breathe.

Harder and harder, he drove into her until her tits were bouncing and each fuck pushed rhythmic, vibrating cries from her. Still, she could tell they were both holding something back from one another.

They knew the moment they ended, whatever this was had to end, too.

His luscious mouth parted. There were words there, half-formed, but those he held back, too, though she starved to know them.

The next thing Gwen knew, he released her wrist to push her knee up and back. The angle shifted, and she had no choice but to rip her eyes from his to watch as his cock disappeared inside her greedy cunt.

She let out a tattered moan before she hiccupped out, “So. Fucking. Good.”

“I want to be deeper,” he answered back.

Gwen’s eyes rolled back in her head. “You’re—ah—you’re already so deep.”

But he didn’t seem to hear her. He dropped to her chest again, his hips rutting truly desperately at last. He buried his face in her neck and his nose in her hair as his lips glanced across her skin in the unintentional kiss that came with every thrust.

“Deeper…” he murmured as though hypnotized.

“Oh my god!”

He hitched her thigh higher up his side so she could feel with devastating consequence the way his ribs flared with every frantic gulp of air.

“Wrap your leg around me,” he instructed.

Gwen dug her heel into the meat of his back, and he grunted, but it still wasn’t enough for him.

“Hold me tighter, please.”

As she’d feared, it was a mistake the moment she wrapped her arms around him. Strangers fucking didn’t embrace. Yet here she was, clinging on with the last of her sanity to his sturdy shoulder blades.

He smelled so good—like sex and summer—and it imprinted on her mind.

“So. Deep,” she stuttered.

The way he stretched her out clouded her mind until the only thing she could find through the fog was him.

How could he possess her so fully but make her so desperate for more of him?

Him.

“Give me your hand,” he demanded in a rush.

Gwen let one hand fall from his back to the bed, and he grabbed it quickly and pushed it up over her head again, only this time, his fingers threaded through hers and squeezed as tightly as her walls squeezed his shaft.

His thrusts switched to shorter, shallower, much faster now. Each time, his cockhead brushed over a spot inside her that robbed her of all sound and all thought. Just like that, he’d reduced her to nothing but quivering nerves and trembling muscles.

Gwen dug her nails roughly into his back same as she squeezed his hand and let him ride her for all she was worth.

Since his cheek pressed against hers, she heard his every grunt in relentless stereo. He was too needy, too desperate. It was only magnifying those same feelings inside her.

Her skin burned with sweat. Her eyes burned from squeezing them against the overwhelming pleasure. Her core burned from the friction of his perfect fucking.

He was panting in her ear, and she could feel the curl of his lip as he snarled.

Gwen moved her free hand into his hair as she clutched his head to her like a lover.

“Baby,” she cried, “baby, I’m going to cum again.”

He let out the most pitiful whine she’d ever heard in her life as his hips spurred even faster.

“Baby.”

The pull was there, starting at her chest and dragging her down.

Down.

Down.

“Give it to me,” he urged, the words nearly broken under the crushing weight of his desperation.

“Baby!”

This time when Gwen said it, it was a strangled little thing, the last breath of a woman before she disappeared beneath the waves.

It was different, cumming with his cock inside her instead of his fingers. Her walls frantically beckoned him to disappear within her, willing him to never leave. She shivered and shook and screamed with the power of a release she’d never thought herself capable.

He fucked her through it all, the smoky curl of his self-satisfied “yes…” unfurling across her skin.

And when at last Gwen had no more aftershocks to give, she laid there too limp to hold on to him at all. Her leg slipped to the bed and her hand from his hair and her fingers slackened in his, though he refused to let her go.

His strokes had grown erratic, each one accompanied by the sloppy sounds of her catastrophic release.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he said hurriedly.

Gwen knew what she wanted—what her body was demanding. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted this perfectly handsome perfect stranger to cum deep inside her so she should could hold on to a little bit of him even after she walked out the door.

But this was the end—not just of their passionate sex but their time together. If she didn’t put distance between them right now, she was in for an even more terrible fall.

No feelings, just sex.

“My face,” she blurted.

Gwen regretted it instantly. That wasn’t what she wanted at all, and she braced for the humiliation she deserved.

But, instead, he pulled out with a strangled cry and came in the tangle of bed sheets beside him.

“I’m sorry,” he managed between heaves of breath and frantic jerks of his spasming cock. “I’m sorry.”

She watched his broad, glistening back flare as he hid himself from her, and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch him. Her fingertips slipped in the sheen of sweat there, and his head whipped back toward her.

“I couldn’t do that,” he said dejectedly. “You’re just so pretty, I’m sorry. I know that’s what you wanted, but—”

“I didn’t mean it anyway,” she said. “I don’t know why I said it.”

Something fluttered across his dark features before his brow furrowed, and he turned away again. “Damnit, I should have never listened to my friends.”

Gwen quirked her head even as she covered up with the sheet. “Your friends?”

The man tumbled onto the mattress and spread out like a winded starfish without a single care for his nakedness, and she felt a little shame at the way she ogled that delicious stomach and his softening length now glossy and still leaking onto his thigh.

He sighed.

He was so different now from the dark, intense man he’d been only moments ago. Back was the brilliance that emanated from within that almost compelled Gwen to close her eyes when she looked at him. She could hardly believe it was the same man who’d brought her to two earth-shaking orgasms in no time at all.

“Can I confess something to you?” he said.

Gwen tensed all over, but she managed a nod of her head. “Okay.”

“This isn’t really my thing,” he continued, and her heart plummeted in ways it shouldn’t considering she’d just fucked a total stranger.

“Oh…”

Gwen realized too late how apparent the disappointment in her voice was when the man shot up and swiveled to her, his hands waving in defense. “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear! I mean, I have a hard time keeping things… simple. It wasn’t just the body shot thing that was a dare. Tonight was kind of my friends’ idea. They want me to be more… unattached, I guess?”

“That’s what my friend said, too,” Gwen laughed.

“Really?” He joined her laugh until, finally, his shoulders sagged with a light sigh as he covered his lower half with the sheet at last.

“Yeah.”

“I thought I was doing pretty good there, too, but— That was just so much more than I ever expected—you’re kind of more than I expected—and I really don’t want you to think I was just using you.”

“I don’t.”

“Good. Because…” He paused then, massaging his lips together as his eyes fell to his lap. “I think their dare kind of backfired anyway. Or it’s entirely possible I’m a hopeless case. So… I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tomorrow?”

At this, Gwen stiffened. Her eyes snagged on his naked frame. Though the sheet swaddled his hips and thighs, it did nothing to hide his tummy or his shoulders or his bowed head, nor did it conceal his pencil legs and feet poking sweetly over the edge of the bed. And then she realized they were both tucked under that sheet, and it would be so, so easy to just lay back and fall asleep with him.

There it was again, that urge to romanticize someone she didn’t even know, yet everything about the guy screamed boyfriend—or worse.

Oh no.

Boyfriend.

The one word Marie had made Gwen swear not to use this weekend.

And damned if her roommate hadn’t been right all along. The hard truth was, Gwen didn’t know this man. She didn’t know what he did, she didn’t know his past, she didn’t know his ethnicity or even his damn name, and that was all there was to it. To assign any more meaning to it was every bit as foolish as everyone always reminded her she was.

Dread welled in her stomach and weighted her limbs. The best Gwen could do was offer a tight smile. “I’d really like that, but my friend has our whole day planned.”

“Oh.” He looked crestfallen, but he picked himself up quickly and slipped out of the bed in a shy, awkward rush while trying to keep his modesty with the edge of the sheet still draped around his hips. He stretched out his leg as far as he could to hook the band of his jeans with his toe. He tried to keep conversation flowing even as he struggled with the cutest little grunts very different to the ones that had just been uttered for her ears only. “Oh yeah? Going to check out the beach or the city?”

“I’m not sure,” Gwen said. The truth was they had no plans, but she had to lie because her whole body screamed to meet him again, and if she did, there was no way of keeping things superficial. The man was too cute, too sincere, and far, far too sexy to turn down a second time. “I’m not one for itineraries. I kind of go where my heart leads me.”

He stopped, jeans sagging in hand as he looked at her with a gentle smile. “Yeah, same.”

But then his smile fell away, and he raced to shimmy into his jeans, too in a hurry to even bother with his underwear, and Gwen turned her head and busied herself poking at the remote on the bedside table.

Over her shoulder, she asked, “So, what will you guys get up to then? More bachelor party stuff?”

“I never can tell with them. Even when one of the guys makes plans, the others always seem to change them. I’m just along for the ride.”

“Easiest way to get through life,” she agreed. Gwen wanted to flinch at her own voice, but she didn’t want to call any more attention to her terrible bedside manner than she already had.

In the end, it didn’t matter. The man beside her was too perceptive, and he picked up her cues instantly. “Let me just grab the rest of my clothes and clean up in the bathroom so you can get dressed.”

“Would you mind if I go first? You know, since...”

Maybe if she tried hard enough, her awkwardness could compact her into a handful of atoms, and she could just disappear.

“Oh, of course, duh. Sure. Absolutely,” he bumbled.

Gwen grabbed the haphazard pile at the foot of the bed and practically sprinted to the bathroom where she tried to lose herself in the repetition of cleanliness. At least that was automatic.

Against her better judgment, she checked herself in the mirror. She looked every bit as undone as he had made her, and she hastily combed her fingers through her bed head so she didn’t scream “harlot” when she made her way back through the hallways. She rinsed her face and neck and swished some water to freshen her breath, and when she was done, she felt brave enough to face the music.

When Gwen returned to the bedroom, she found the man dressed as he had been, though all his clothes bore the same noticeable wrinkles and bagginess that hers did.

He smiled at her, and she swallowed roughly.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey.”

It was agony. She just wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to feel him again. She wanted to hear him in the shell of her ear again.

“So, this was really fun,” she said lamely. “Thanks for the drinks and, you know, everything else.”

He laughed shyly.

This time, as she faced his open complexion and expressive eyes, she had no choice but to be sincere. “I had a really great time.”

“You did?”

She nodded. “I really didn’t expect to meet someone like you either, but I’m glad I did.”

“Ah!” he exclaimed before he unexpectedly bowed to her. “Thank you. I feel the same.”

Gwen burst out laughing, which helped ease the pang in her heart at having to pull away. “You’re cute.”

He shrugged a shoulder and laughed, too, though his was much more forced. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and the pair stood there in a stalemate. At last, he took a step back, and she took one forward.

“So…”

“So…” he echoed.

Gwen bit the inside of her cheek roughly in the desperate hope it would wake her up, and, thankfully, the flare of pain combatted the butterflies before they could overtake her. Tightly, she began, “I’m going to head out, I think.”

“Sure, yeah,” he said as he ushered her back into the living room to the door. “Yeah, you probably should. Are you good to walk back to your room? Wait, this is your hotel, right? Do I need to call you an Uber?”

“Yeah, I’m here. All good.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

They exchanged another round of confused smiles before Gwen, fool that she was, lurched up onto her tip toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. When she pulled back, his smile slanted with an irresistible dopiness.

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you back?”

“You probably shouldn’t.”

He nodded as though he understood, but Gwen wasn’t sure she did even though she’d been the one to say it.

“Goodnight,” she whispered.

“Night,” he replied. “Take care.”

He opened his hotel door, and with a nod of her head first, Gwen turned and headed down the hall with the burning notion that he was watching her walk away.

She barely made it to the elevator before she had her phone in hand, intending to text Marie that she was headed back, but Gwen got sidetracked by the memory of what now lurked in her gallery.

She opened her camera roll only to be assaulted immediately by several snaps of his heart-shaped hair and buoyant cheeks framing his dazzling smile.

“He's cute. Is that your boyfriend?”

Gwen’s head shot up. She hadn’t even realized the elevator had stopped to acquire another passenger at some point. The bleached blonde girl smiled, her wild gold eyeliner glinting in the lowlight like some forest sprite sent there just to taunt her.

Gwen locked her phone and stuffed it in her leggings pocket with a shake of her head. “Uh. Oh, no, he’s just a friend.”

“Cute friend.”

“Yeah.”

The elevator dinged at the fourth floor and Gwen nodded to the other woman. “This is me. Have a good night.”

“You too!”

Back at her room, Gwen showered quickly, hoping it would be easier to distance herself from the forbidden word now buzzing in her brain like neon.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend.

She considered a shower, but that meant too much time to think just as much as it meant washing off the remnants of his cologne. She could do that in the morning once her heart had sobered up from its dopamine surge.

Gwen dressed for bed the same mechanical way she had back in Room 2281, and once she was safely into her pajamas, the familiarity brought the exhaustion in her muscles to the surface. She was only too happy to climb into bed after that, and tired as she was, she remembered to send her text to Marie.

Her finger hovered over the gallery icon again, but at the last second, she forced her phone off and let the night take hold of her.

Gwen woke to banging at her door. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and sat up slowly since her muscles ached from head to toe. She glanced at the thick drapes and caught the wan strip of light along the edges, but she had no clue what time it was until she grabbed her phone to find that it was just past noon. Even more surprisingly, she noted the slew of notifications.

Nine texts and four missed calls, all from Marie.

The banging continued, and Gwen groaned. “Give me a minute!”

At last, it quieted, and she shuffled like a geriatric over to the peephole. There, warped in the fish eye lens, was her roommate looking the perfect cross between annoyed and desperate. Gwen unlocked the door, and Marie rushed in.

“Finally,” the brunette said. “I was getting seriously worried.”

“I told you I made it back,” Gwen corrected.

“Yeah, but then you didn’t answer me at all, and I thought maybe you were passed out or something.”

The blonde squinted as she studied her friend now pacing the length of the hotel room. “Are you sure that’s it? Seems to me you’re the one who’s not okay.”

Marie shrugged a shoulder.  

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” her roommate said, still pacing. “Everything.”

Still exhausted, Gwen sat back on the bed and waited.

“Shit, it’s just— You know what, let's go to the pool. Maybe it will wash that guy out of my system.”

“That guy? The one from the party last night? Did you have a bad night?”

“No! Worse!” Marie wailed and flopped onto the bed. “He wasn't just scalding hot. He was likable! Ugh, I'm devastated. Catching feelings is your thing, girl, not mine. Damnit, I need a distraction. Tell me about your night. Please, don’t spare a single fucking detail.”

It was Gwen’s turn to shrug a shoulder. “I had fun.”

“So much fun you're not even going to tell your friend a single detail?” But then Marie's eyes narrowed, and her roommate’s skin bristled. “Or you had too much fun?”

“Hey, I slept in my own room last night, thank you.”

Marie whined. “Shit, I know. I must be projecting.”

“So what the hell happened with you last night?” Gwen said, only too happy to turn the attention away from her as she shuffled into the bathroom for her usual morning routine.

“I hardly know. We were dancing and drinking, no big deal, so I figured it was just going to be the usual fun, and it was fun, but, shit, he was just different, you know? He was like one of those lead guys from your movies, all gentlemanly and shit but more, too. Like he’s got secrets, but not the kind you want to run from, the kind you want to know. Oh my god, what am I even saying?”

Gwen smiled. “So, he was hot and charming? How is that different from the other guys you hook up with?”

“Gwennie, I didn’t even tell you about the sex. Shit, the way he moved his hips! There should be a law. And he was so diligent. He knew exactly what I wanted, and I didn't have to say a word, which was good because the only ones I could utter were swears. And I just couldn’t keep my hands off of him, you know? Fuck, not just his muscles, but his hair…” Marie laid there slack-jawed at the memory, her hands pressed over her belly.

“Sounds like you got the unforgettable night you were gunning for.”

“You don’t get it, babe. Even as he was giving me the dicking down of my life, this guy—he was, like, quietly sweet and funny? I don’t know how to explain it. He could just… smile, and it would make me laugh, like, even when he was inside, and somehow that was still super hot, you know?”

Gwen burst out laughing.

“See!” said Marie, gesturing at her roommate as she exploded up from the bed.

“I see,” the blonde teased with a lingering grin.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just, you know who you sound like?”

“You.”

“Me.”

Marie sighed. “Shit, I know. You know the worst part?”

“What?”

“This guy asked me to stay after.”

“Oh…”

“I mean, it’s not the first time, but it’s the first time I considered staying. Ain’t that some shit? But what would be the point, right?”

“Yeah…” Gwen said slowly as she thought of her thick-lipped lover. Marie’s unexpected dilemma had been just what Gwen needed to forget the ache in her core and the bigger ache in her chest, but now, it was a mirror reflecting things back far too vividly.

“Shit, huh?”

“Yeah. Shit.”

“You know the only thing to do, right?”

“Don't you dare,” Gwen warned.

But Marie was already up and moving to the door. “We’re going to the pool, and I'm going to find another hot guy because hot guys are a dime a dozen in Miami, right? I'm going to cleanse the palate.”

“Yeah, that's not how that works.”

“Look, I've never thought a guy was husband material before, let alone a one-night stand, so what do you suggest I do, Ms. Ephron?”

Gwen scowled. “Don't ask me. I've been getting it wrong so long that I'm not even sure I could trust myself to know when it was right.”

“Okay then. For lack of absolutely any other plan, this is what we’re doing. Put your swimsuit on, gorgeous. Let’s see how much Vitamin D we can get.”

Gwen sighed, but the truth was Marie’s distraction did help her forget the feeling of being surrounded by the stranger she couldn’t shake, so she slipped into her bikini, fought hard not to open her gallery yet again, and decided to dive headfirst into something new like her friend suggested if only to prove to herself once and for all that she’d idealized everything about last night.

Marie joined her in the hallway decked out in her cutest Miami-approved string bikini, already smelling of sunscreen and Flowerbomb. “Let’s do this.”

The pair chatted about their day and where they might go for their last night in town, all while studiously avoiding the topic of last night. They padded through the extravagant lobby along with a sea of other swimsuit-ed guests, their flip-flops smacking across the marble like theme music, until they emerged into the blistering Florida sun.

The pool looked very different in the daylight. There was no trace of the stage or the bars, and there was certainly no body shot table left out. It was just an ocean of sun-bleached concrete thrusting straight up to the white sands of Miami Beach, broken only by an enormous aquamarine pool, dozens of lavish cabanas, and a manmade forest of towering palms.

“Wait,” said Gwen as she scouted the bustling crowd stretching all the way out to the blue sea beyond, “you want the pool or—”

“Oh my god!” shouted Marie as she squealed to a stop and slipped behind Gwen. “It's him!”

“Who? The guy from last night? Where?”

“There, right at the edge of the pool. The one who’s shaped like a yield sign telling me slow down and give in to him again and again and again…”

“Marie!” she shouted and whirled around to face her friend.

“Oh my god, Gwennie, you have to hold me back or I am going to do irreparable damage here. Shit, shit, shit! I can’t believe I’m the one saying this. Fuck. He's looking right at me now, and he's waving with that stupid cute teddy bear smile, fuck. What do I do! What do I do!”

Gwen grabbed her friend’s shoulders and shook her until Marie looked at her. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to go over there, and I want to talk to him, and I want to hear his whole entire life story and what he wants in a woman, and then I want to take him back to my hotel room and be that woman.”

“Oh, girl,” Gwen laughed, “I never want to hear advice from you about this ever again.”

“That’s fine, just please come with me. I don’t want to talk to him alone.”

“Who are you, and what did you do with Marie?”

The brunette grimaced as she squeezed Gwen’s hands. “I don’t know! Help me!”

“Okay, now, I need to see the guy who broke my friend.”

Gwen turned from Marie toward the pool in time to catch the man who’d unmade her roommate over the course of one night. He was every bit as hot as Marie had described, with a chiseled jaw and even more chiseled abs, and he was indeed shaped like a triangle, which could be appreciated even easier since he was only in swim trunks. His skin had been worshipped by the sun, and he was sparkling thanks to a fresh dip in the pool. He lowered his muscular arm to sweep his fingers back through his sopping wet hair, and somewhere beside her, her friend whimpered.

But the blonde could only spend a fraction of a second on everything else around her because beside Marie’s hunk now was the very man who had unmade Gwen last night.

Time stopped.

He, too, was fresh out of the pool, with a towel ringing his neck and shoulders as swollen droplets rained down from thick, haphazard locks. He was out of breath, his chest heaving from his swim and his pale lips hanging open as he gulped air, just as they had when he’d fucked her to the brink of insanity.

But his eyes were as steady as ever, and they were fixed firmly on Gwen.

“Should we go over?” asked Marie, but her friend couldn’t move.

Instead, the two men began to walk the long perimeter before the bronzed man cut out the inconvenience and hopped back in the pool to wade across. Gwen was pretty sure she’d never again see anything more life-altering than these two shirtless heartthrobs pressing determinedly through the water with the ripples surging around their matching narrow waists.

The pair climbed out in horrible, horrible unison, their wet thighs flexing in time with their arms as water rushed off in diamond falls, and it was all terribly loud in Gwen’s ears. It only amplified when her stranger smiled in his darling tight-lipped way.

They padded across the concrete to the little swath of grass under a palm where the two ladies had been paralyzed.

“Hi, hello,” said the deep-voiced bronzed man. “It’s nice to see you again, Marie.”

“Hey, Hyunwoo,” she replied. Maybe it would sound casual to the strangers, but Gwen didn’t miss the uncharacteristic tremble in her friend’s voice.

“Good day for a swim,” he observed as he glanced up at the sun through the palm fronds and rubbed the back of his neck. “You planning on the pool or the ocean?”

“We hadn’t decided.”

“Ah, is this your friend you told me about?”

Marie nodded and took the chance to cling to her roommate’s hand, and with that, gained some strength. “Oh, yeah, this is Gwen. Gwen, this is Hyunwoo.”

Gwen felt the sharp squeeze at her hand, which was the only thing that made her realize she’d been staring unceasingly at her own pretty boy. She whipped her attention to Hyunwoo to smile and wave, but she could feel the burn of the other man’s eyes until she felt more naked than she had in his bed. She didn’t dare look back.

“Nice to meet you,” Hyunwoo said with that teddy bear smile, as Marie had called it. He turned toward his shirtless friend and added, “This is—”

“Hey!” came an exuberant call from across the pool in one of the loudest voices Gwen had ever heard. There stood yet another handsome man with hair dyed honey blond and chipper eyes waving at them with both arms like a used car lot inflatable. “Hey! Ask them if they want to join us.”

“Minhyuk,” scoffed the remaining stranger with a roll of his eyes, but Hyunwoo shrugged his mouth.

“What do you say, ladies? We have a cabana over there. Lunch is on its way, and we ordered lots.”

Marie giggled nervously and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I remember how much you said you like eating. I mean, if it’s cool with everybody…”

The brunette looked desperately at Gwen and squeezed her hand tighter than ever, and all eyes looked to the blonde.

“Sure, that’s cool,” said Gwen though she was anything but.

She was burning under the sun though it was nothing to the way she burned under the magnifying glass of cruel fate. Here, before the gentle gaze of the man she had forced herself to walk away from, everything came into calamitous focus.

His laugh, his easiness, his openness, his beauty. Their chemistry, their connection, their compatibility, their flaws.

Maybe Gwen had been a fool in love an embarrassing number of times, but she realized now that maybe all those mistakes had served a purpose. She could see clearly for the first time what all those men had lacked, and she’d be a much bigger fool to turn back a second time from something that felt undeniably different.

“You coming?” Marie called, and only then did Gwen realize Hyunwoo and her friend were already on their way to the cabana.

Beside her, her shot glass waited, smiling as he always seemed to be in her presence with that delicious bellybutton still glistening though this time it was from lingering pool water.

“Didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to ever see you again,” he said.

“We’re really bad at this, aren’t we?” Gwen laughed awkwardly as she took the lead and followed her friend.

With his long legs, he caught up in a single stride, and together, they walked the long perimeter of the pool without any complaint.

“Bad at what?” he asked.

“Keeping promises to our friends.”

“Nah. Maybe it was just a dumb promise to make in the first place. And anyway,” he said, looking at her keenly over a bare shoulder, “aren’t you the one who told me no itineraries?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with a red-cheeked chuckle.

I go where my heart leads…

“I take it Hyunwoo’s a part of the bachelor party?” Gwen said.

“Yup. There’s eight of us, including the groom and his brother. You’ll like them, just hopefully not as much as you like me.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “And who says I like you?”

“I do. At least, I hope you do. Or maybe I’m just trying to manifest it.”

Gwen smiled shyly and nodded. “You’re right. I do.”

“Kind of funny how this worked out, huh? Your friend and my friend meeting up. Kind of feels like…”

“Blind dumb luck?”

“Destiny.” He studied her for a moment and then returned his eyes to the path around the pool. “I was going to say destiny.”

Her heart was beating out of her chest again, but this time, there was no scolding voice inside her head to temper it.

“You’re still cute,” she blurted.

“And you’re still driving me crazy.” His eyes roved over her skimpily clad figure, and he pressed his lips together. “So… Gwen, huh? That’s a beautiful name. It suits you.”

She was not prepared for the way it would feel to hear her name from his exquisite lips.

The front of her flip-flop rolled, and she stumbled forward with a cry and a flail before he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he assured. He stared down at her fondly as she sheltered in the shade of his wide shoulders. Slowly, a smirk crept onto his lips. “Last time, you said it was the heels and you were a sandals girl. What’s your excuse today?”

“I’m clumsy, okay.”

“For everyone or just for me?” he teased. He leaned down, his lips to her hair, and added, “It’s okay if you say just for me. I’m kind of hoping for it.”

Gwen looked up into those brown eyes. The night had brought out their smoky depths, but the day brought out their playful hickory dimensions. So, too, had the merciless sun illuminated the finest spray of freckles dappling his cheek to puffy cheek, to devastating consequence.

“Maybe I’d admit it if I even knew who you were,” she said.

He stopped, and she stopped, too. Gwen looked at him with nervous eyes and an even more skittish heart.

She could forgive herself for all her stupid mistakes if it meant she could just get it right this one time…

Please. Just this once…

He lifted his head, caught her gaze, and closed the gap between them with one big step.

“In that case…”

Slowly, he bent down as his large hands gripped her cheeks, and just as his lips grazed hers gentler than the sea breeze, he spoke.

“So nice to finally meet you, Gwen. I’m Hyungwon.”

A/N: I know, I know. The muse obviously tried to turn this into a whole rom-com novel, but instead, I remained resolute to close this on the whimsical romantic open ending I originally intended. It got too out-of-hand as it was, if you couldn’t tell lol, so let your own romantic hearts take it from here, loves. <3 Thanks for reading!

#monsta x smut #hyungwon smut #oneshot #third person #oc

[mirisss]

The Love of My Life

Hyungwon x afab reader

Summary: Change is normal. Change is inevitable. We cannot stop anything from changing, it is natural for change to happen. Even if we do not always like the consequences of the change, we must accept them for we cannot change them again. Some say that time will change a person, however, I disagree, it is not time that changes them, but their choices. 

Genre: Angst but not too angsty, some fluff

Wordcount: ≈ 2.1k

Looking out the window of that old house I grew up in, the world outside was grey: a mundane Thursday, a mundane life. People pass by going back and forth like a clock moving around even if time doesn’t pass by. I sit in that chair, wondering if my life could ever be memorable. Nothing about me or my life feels extraordinary, I am simply that character that is mentioned once or twice as I go in or out of my house or perhaps I am collecting my mail. I am not the protagonist who saves someone or finds the love of my life. This is the picture I have had of my own life for the last couple of years. My days are just waking up, working, eating, and then going back to sleep. Destiny and Fate had made it very clear that I am nothing more than an extra, a side character at best. There was only one person in the entire world who didn’t make me feel like an extra. No, he made me feel like the main character. Like that girl who has nothing at first but then she has everything in the end. The girl with the kindest heart, the girl that wins the guy. 

Chae Hyungwon. 

Chae Hyungwon. My Prince in shining armor. My childhood best friend. The one person who makes me feel special, the one who makes me feel like more than just an unnecessary detail in a book or a movie. 

Hyungwon has always been beautiful, blessed from birth. He looked just like the main male character in all those stories we were told as children. He still does. A prince without a crown. As small children, around the age of 5 if I remember correctly, Wonnie and I caused quite a bit of trouble - what can I say? We were rowdy children. We were both quite smart as children, we figured out how to start the water hose in the backyard of Hyungwon’s house so we started it and then sprayed each other down with water until there wasn’t a single dry strand of hair or a dry millimeter of skin. This would have been quite alright if we had done it during summer… however, it was in the middle of the winter when we did this the first time. Yes, you heard me correctly - the first time. We did this more times than I can count on my own fingers and Wonnies. One would have expected our parents to hide everything but they blindly trusted that we wouldn’t do it again, however after the twenty-fifth or so time, we decided it was time for a new game. When we were 13 our favorite hobby was sitting on a bench in the park pretending to fight if we saw someone our age to see their reactions - most guys just kept walking while most girls came over to help me. Or we pretended to be a couple if we saw elders, many elders complimented us on looking so cute together, and others simply gave us admiring looks from afar - no bad comments from the elders. Around this time when we pretended to be a couple, my first feelings for Wonnie arrived - like an unwanted letter in the mail. I just pushed the feelings aside because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and perhaps I didn’t actually understand those feelings at the time. When we were 15, my parents got a divorce. I didn’t take it too well. I wanted to run away from home, I felt like I didn’t have one anymore. I packed a bag and left in the middle of the night, I didn’t even tell Hyungwon. I walked for an hour before I arrived at the beach where Wonnie’s family and my former one always went in the summer. I sat down in our usual spot, finally letting my tears stream down my face. I felt so alone. I didn’t like it. Suddenly someone sat down beside me. “It’s okay to cry. I might not have been through what you are going through but I still understand the pain you know,” Hyungwon. Of course, he knew. “What are you doing here Wonnie?” “My best friend is here crying so I am here to comfort her, duh” “I’m running away Hyungwon. You should go back home. Because you actually have one,” “Hey! I’m your family too you know. You can’t leave without me, I will be really sad if you do. If you’re running away then I’m going with you,” “You can’t run away from home Won,” “Yes I can,” “No you can’t. I am leaving because my parents don’t want to live with each other or with me, I am making one thing easier for them,” A loud sob escaped me and I was once again back to crying hysterically. Hyungwon moved closer to me and put his arm around my shaking body. “Don’t worry, you will always have me. I’ll never leave you. I’ll always be here… Now let’s go home, it’s cold and everyone will be worried if we are gone when they wake up,” I don’t know how he could persuade me so easily when I had been so determined to leave. Perhaps it was the promise of eternal companionship that got to me. At 15, my feelings for Hyungwon resurfaced for the first time. But once again they were pushed back for the sake of our friendship. At age 16, I had my first heartbreak while Hyungwon got his first girlfriend. He didn’t spend as much time with me anymore as he used to, but I always said that it was fine, that his girlfriend is more important than me. I see why he fell in love with her - she was so kind, so beautiful, and they were the perfect match. My heart broke knowing I could never have him because he would never want me. They broke up close to their one-year anniversary, I was secretly happy but of course, I was concerned about my friend too. At age 17, Hyungwon learned how much a breakup can hurt, while I learned how it felt to be someone’s last choice. That year we were supposed to have a prom, and everyone needed a date to be let in. The closer we came to prom, the more I began to realize that no one wanted to go with me - not even my own best friend. Hyungwon went around asking other girls to be his date, the only reason not all of them said yes was that most of them already had a date or couldn’t go to the prom for different reasons. With only a week left until prom, I had completely given up. I had gone around in shame asking any person I came across if they would want to be my date to prom but they either laughed at me or quickly declined - some with nasty comments and others with a simple NO. With 3 days left, I was ready to tell my parents that I was feeling sick and could not go but I did not dare to let either of them down. They had been so excited about this prom for me. Now with only 3 days left, Hyungwon came knocking on my door just as I had come home. I let him in, expecting him to announce he had found his date. I did not expect him to ask if I wanted to be his date, at first I was very happy that he asked me. But later that night I came to realize that he probably asked every girl in school before me and when none of them could he decided I would do. I was his last choice. I am his childhood friend but I meant that little to him. And we did go to that prom together and we did have a good time so all was forgiven and forgotten. At age 19, I realized that he did not treasure our friendship like he used to. We were now in different universities and we barely texted anymore. I was lucky if I received a text a month from him, he was too busy hanging with his new cool friends. This was the first time that he made me feel like the side character that is just there to fill a void until someone that actually fits will fill the void. Like an extra who is nothing more than someone that you mention no more than once. At age 20, I had not spoken to Chae Hyungwon for over 8 months. I had made 2 new friends, they were all I had now. Previously Won was my only friend so for a while I was completely alone. I never told my new friends about Hyungwon. Why should I? I know he for sure never speaks of me to his friends. At age 21, I ran into him one day. I was surprised that he recognized me, but I guess I hadn’t changed much. “Hey (Y/n), how are you? It’s been quite a while since we hung out last time” He acted as if we were still friends like a few years ago. “Hey, I’m good. Yeah-” I hesitated for a second, contemplating whether it was worth it laying a comment on it being his fault or not. Fuck it. “ Yeah, because you stopped responding to me, you stopped hanging out with me,” “No, you stopped messaging me, don’t try to blame this on me,” “Hyungwon, I messaged you every day, like 10 times a day and you responded once a month if I was lucky - how is that my fault. You didn’t even send happy birthday when I turned 19. You went from being someone I know to someone I knew. You went from being my best friend to a stranger,” And then I turned and left… however that didn’t happen. I chose to bite my tongue. I chose to cherish the kind man I once knew. “Yeah, I guess it has,” “Hyungwon!” “Oh, well I have to go. See you around!” And then he left after some guy, one of his friends, had called for him. 

At age 23, I walked with my friend when I found my eyes falling upon an all too familiar face. As I passed you on the street, my friend noticed how I stopped to look at you. She asked if you were someone I know. All of our memories played in my head, one by one. Like that time we sat by the water as I cried and you said “Don’t worry, you will always have me…” that’s funny, considering we are nothing but strangers now. More memories wanted to surface closer, but I shook them away. And I answered her: “No, he simply looked like someone I used to know,” 

Because that is all you are to me now in my mundane and boring life. You’re a stranger. I dare not blame time for your change but I do blame you. You always had the power to choose our friendship, but you didn’t. You choose someone else over me because I am nothing more than an extra in the story about you. I am not even a main character in my own story, because I do not have one. I am just that character that is mentioned once or twice as I go in or out of my house or perhaps I am collecting my mail. I am not the protagonist who saves someone or finds the love of my life. 

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[lunetual]

🤭 👯‍♀️ bc i have a feeling who you could answer this about but im curious 🍊

hehehe hi rook :'') ty for dropping by mWAH

👯‍♀️ + txt

TAEJUN DYNAMIC FOR THE FELLOW TAEJUNIST........ i guess we could simply refer. to our absolutely unhinged discord dms !! but to put it concisely. i think THE thing that struck me most in the heart is taehyun's message to yeonjun telling him that watching yeonjun work so hard motivated him to keep on running towards their goals too... and yeonjun in turn being so touched and thankful for him saying that......... like i just think. there is just something those two have that is special... the way that taehyun IS yeonjun's first lil brother.... the way that taehyun will look anyone in the eye and say yeonjun is the best dancer he knows... the way that yeonjun took such good care of taehyun when he was younger and now looks at him w/ so much fond pride in his eyes... it's too much i'll literally start crying rn

🤭

listen........ listen kihyun was ALWAYS going to be my bias there was just NO escaping that one, it makes perfect sense it really does. even changkyun makes a certain amount of sense for me! but............ chae hyungwon.... WHERE did you come from....... AS;LDKASKLDJ i literally love hyungwon SO bad but it's amidst this feeling of internal. befuddlement. like. he's just... not my usual vibe but like... i imprinted on him during my no.mercy watch and then was like... that was kinda weird ig we'll see if that sticks!! but then the more.. mx content i consumed... the more attached i got...... and then a few weeks ago at the concert i was literally head in hands every time i looked at him and i was like ohhhh. ohhhhhh i see. this isn't going away. and then yesterday i bought a wonnie doll so like. i give in !! i admit it !! i love him i guess!!!

#asked and answered #usermowah #eri slumber party

[euphoricsunflowers]

calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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[t3kandson]

Birthday Show

Word count; 1,942

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Reader x Im Changkyun (I.M)

Characters; Im Changkyun, Son Hyunwoo (Shownu), Lee Hoseok (Wonho) Lee Minhyuk, Yoo Kihyun, Chae Hyungwon & Lee Jooheon.

Warnings; Smut, Fingering, oral sex, Sex, voyeurism & alcohol abuse.

It had been Hyungwon’s birthday party and you had arrived to find the drinks flowing. Minhyuk greeted you with his usual butt pat before placing his arm over your shoulders. “Y/N your here, we can finally get this party started,” he said slightly stuttering, noticeably drunk. Changkyun stood beside the island by the kitchen looking sympathetic to you earning a raised smile.

Kihyun caught his attentions moments later and your eyes was left wandering towards the guests in search for the birthday boy, all while Minhyuk continued to talk in your ear. The music muffled his conversation that you just nodded. Jooheon appeared flicking Minhyuk’s arm off your shoulder, causing Minhyuk to struggle to find his footing. “Let the girl breathe man,” he spluttered before Minhyuk swung his arms around Jooheon’s. “I was saying now she’s here, it’s time to party, you know how to party don’t you Y/N?” Minhyuk stuttered barely audible. You nodded to Jooheon smirking as he struggled under his drunken friends weight. “Think you need a coffee,” Jooheon scoffed at him.

You felt warm arms wrap around your waist as you felt a warm cheek touch yours from behind, embracing you. The smell alerted you to your best friend. You smiled as you snuggled into his warm touch smelling the alcohol on his breath. “Happy birthday wonnie,” you teased knowing he hated your pet name for him. He gently pushed you away chuckling as you spun to face his faked serious face. Your smile soon broke him leaving a smile spread. “I should kick you out,” he threatened. “Why would you do that, Minhyuk just said now I’m here the party can get started,” you teased. “Right now he can’t even remember his own name,” Hyungwon spluttered looking at Minhyuk who seconds later realised what he said and stood crossing his arms trying to look offended. It left you, Jooheon and Hyungwon to laugh harder. “I’m not that drunk thank you,” he said almost sounding more sober.

The door went, taking Hyungwon’s attention as he let in Shownu and Wonho, the trio laughing as they walked toward you. Wonho picked you up in his typical bear hug almost squashing your lungs as Shownu smiled at you shyly behind. “Haven’t seen you since forever,” Wonho said placing you back on the floor resulting in a deep breath. “Well you stopped hanging around,” you teased. “Well when you look like this, you become a busy person,” he said pointing down his well muscular body. Wonho was heavily into body building and was often away competing. Like Hyungwon you two was close and spent most of your college life together.

The party continued for several hours before everyone left or passed out on the sofa. It left just yourself and the seven awake friends who often called you their little sister, despite being the same age then Wonho, Kihyun and Minhyuk. As you sat beside Hyungwon your head lolled over his shoulders as his fingers made circles on your waist.

“So when you two going to start officially dating then?,” Changkyun said taking a shot of liquid, his eyes focusing on both yours and Hyungwon’s expression. Your mouth dried at the question taking notice that everyone was patiently waiting a response.

“Really? I’ve told you this a thousand times she’s more like a sister to me,” Hyungwon spluttered looking frustrated with his friends presumptions. “She’s pretty quiet,” Changkyun said taking another shot, his eyes soaking you in as he refocused them. You squared your eyes at the younger slightly more arrogant friend of the group. “Because he said it for me,” you said taking a sip of your beer. The group went silent. “So Hyungwon what would you say if she started dating someone else,” Changkyun continued his interrogation. The group looking between the three of you. Hyungwon laughed, “I’d beat their ass if they hurt her, and shake their hand if they treat her like the queen she deserves,” he said calmly, unaffected by the question. “Maybe someone should test that theory,” Minhyuk chirped beside Jooheon, as he elbowed him. “Go for it,” Hyungwon said as he took a shot himself focusing on his Hyung.

Before Minhyuk moved towards you, your cheeks was pulled towards a pair of soft warm lips, hands stroking your neck as their tongue slid against yours. Your eyes widened, tensing at seeing Changkyun’s brown eyes directly in your focus. His hands stroking your face gently as you relaxed into his kiss. Your hands threaded his hair as you leant in to his kiss deeper.

“Ok that’s enough for today,” Wonho said tearing you both apart. You blushed looking to the floor as Changkyun became doe eyed, the pair of you blushing. Everyone looking at Hyungwon for his reaction. “Why are you all staring at me, i really don’t care what Y/N gets up to,” he said snorting at their concern. Changkyun’s doe eyes took Hyungwon’s a little more sternly as he tried to figure out his Hyung’s true reaction. Kihyun changed the subject as you blushed noticing Changkyun looking at you.

With the kiss almost forgotten you all eventually let the alcohol induce sleep take you. Wonho falling asleep spooning you, while Hyungwon draped his leg over you. The three of you on the floor with a thin sheet between you for warmth. Jooheon asleep on the sofa with Changkyun in his arms. As Shownu was fast asleep in the arm chair, Kihyun and Minhyuk asleep in their rooms to their shared apartment they shared with Hyungwon.

You woke up to your throat dry, as you gently removed Wonho and Hyungwon from you as you made your way towards the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of water and drank the liquid quenching your thirst. You was startled when you heard a throatily clearing. You spun to face Changkyun, he was looking at you seductively letting his tongue swipe across his lips as he tilted his head at you. “What’s up Changkyun?” you asked feeling warm under his glaze. “Nothing,” he said gently. “Just thirsty,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, sorry,” you said moving aside so he could get to the sink.

But instead he dragged you back facing him, his lips crashing into yours as they froze. His tongue sliding against yours as You soon relaxed into them. His hands gently tugged your hair pulling your head backwards. Changkyun gave small kisses to your neck as your breathing hitched. He raised his hands underneath you and lifted you to the kitchen counter. Wrapping your legs around his waist while his lips attacked your neck. His hands massaged your breasts over the top of your T-shirt. His left hand reaching underneath your skirt as it gently made circles against your thighs. You tightened them in response leaving his lips to glance at your sleeping friends. When you looked back at him his eyes full of lust, his pupils blown as he looked at you mischievously. His hands pressing your legs apart, “their asleep,” he said reassuringly. “Who could wake up at any moment,” you whispered looking horrified. “Scared Hyungwon will be upset?” he teased. You raised your eyebrow at him as he cockily smirked at you. With that you harshly returned your lips to his, your tongue stroking against him. Your thighs relaxed to his touch as they crawled towards your wet core.

He pulled your pants to the side and swirled his fingers against your nub. Your breathing more panted as you struggled to contain yourself against his touch. Small gasps left your throat swallowed by Changkyun’s tongue. He then slipped his fingers inside you, gently at first as he stretched you, but before long he sped his actions adding a third finger to the mix. Your pelvis moving to his Rhythm as slight moans left your throat that Changkyun tried to kiss against. “We need to stop this,” you whimpered into his kiss. His lips left yours as he took you in looking fucked up. You took your hand to bite into, as his assault on your hole continued. “Why’s that?” He asked looking pleased with himself. You looked at your friends before looking back at him, he shrugged and instead increased his speed. Your lips drawing blood from your hand that your teeth was clamped around. He helped get you down, your legs feeling weak from the arousal.

Taking you to the side of the room, he leaned you against the wall. Your friends just laying behind you, Jooheon sleeping face in your direction. You scowled at him earning an evil grin. His hands crawling up your skirt towards the elastic band of your pants as he ripped them, letting them drop to the floor. The cool air making your wetness feel sticky. Changkyun lifted you against the wall as he pulled the zipp down from his jeans. He reached inside freeing his cock as you felt it dig against you. His lips returned to yours as he placed the tip to your entrance. Placing a hand on your mouth he gently slid the tip in. You gasped into his hand as he rocked himself into you, slowly filling you with each gentle rock of his hips, till he was balls deep in. He stilled as he removed his hands to return his kisses. You hungrily got lost to the kisses as his cock throbbed stilled in you. Just as you forgot he was buried, he removed himself slightly out before slamming himself in. Moans escaping you as you hit your head on the wall. You looked behind him to your sleeping friends checking that you hadn’t woken them. He softly chuckled into your neck as he made another harsh thrust. This time you bit into his neck to muffle the moans. He throatily hissed as he dug his fingers tighter around your thighs holding you up. You was sure you would be left with bruises from his grip as his thrust sped up as more moans escaped, this time not caring to check on the consequences. You bit into his shoulder repeatedly to muffle the sounds as you lost yourself to him. As his grunts became deeper he bit into your neck earning a yelp.

Your eyes suddenly taking in eyes watching you from behind. Instead of being anxious you found it heightened your sensitivity. “I’m going to cum,” you whispered into his ear. He kissed your neck, as if it was the button to your release as you lost yourself to him, shaking around his length as it continued to plough into you. He released you from the wall removing himself as he thrusted your head down mouth directed towards his long but thin member. He had only thrusted in the back of your mouth once, your throat spasmed around it as he started shooting his liquid down your throat with each remaining sloppy thrust.

He placed his member away as he zipped himself up. Bringing his hands to help you up, you turned to face Jooheon sat on the couch his eyes widened, looking as if he was drooling. However, your eye shot to the tall person in the kitchen leaning against the island looking at you both with raised eyebrows. “Now you fucked her and given us a show can we please drop this me dating her bullshit now,” Hyungwon said before turning to pour his coffee. You and Changkyun blushed before he turned to face you both again. “Hurt her and I swear Changkyun I really will kill you,” he said before taking his coffee to sit on the sofa next to the silent Jooheon.

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[iibonniee]

Goodnight (Chae Hyungwon Drabble)

I always enjoy writing for Hyungwon for literally whatever reason. Enjoy this drabble.

Word Count: 741

Requests are open!

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Nothing was more perfect than stepping out of the shower after a long day. The sigh of relief that came from Y/N's parted lips screamed that she was content. Wiping the fog away from the mirror she leaned forward doing her usual routine for getting ready for bed.

The day had taken a lot of energy from her. She was hardly surprised her body screamed at her the more she moved around. The more time that passed the more her bed was calling her name. A content sigh fell from her lips the second the warmth of her cotton shirt ate away at the cold bumps that filled her skin from being exposed to the cool air.

The second she left the bathroom the sight of her bed that sat in the darkness of her room greeted her almost like angels calling her to heaven. Shoulders slumped as she drug her feet to the bed. The moment her knees touched the cool sheets she couldn't help but fall face first with a satisfied groan.

The lump under the covers told her that her boyfriend was already under the covers, probably waiting for her to go to sleep with him. Giving herself a minute to allow her body to stop screaming at, she then moved so she was under the warm covers with her lover.

"Come here. You thought you were going to sleep without cuddling me first?" Y/N laughed silently at her boyfriend's words. Truthfully, she had thought that Hyungwon had long since fallen asleep given his busy day.

"I'm sorry love." The feeling of her boyfriend's arms around her was always more comforting than the warmth of the bed. It was like her home far away from home. The feeling of his lips kissing her damp head was enough to make her heart flip ten times over. It was times like this where she was grateful that he decided to be there with her. Despite the two not fully living with each other, she always grew excited whenever he’d tell her he was staying the night.

"How was your day, love?" Hyungwon asked, rubbing his girlfriend's back allowing her head to lay on his chest.

"Probably as stressful as yours," Hyungwon couldn't help but snort at her statement. "I think I’m driving myself up the wall. Between work and school, I feel like I can’t ever catch a break. Do you know how badly I wanted to come and see you guys today? It hurt when they called me at the last minute."

If her head wasn’t on his chest she would’ve seen his sympathetic smile, the feeling of his lips meet her damp head before he spoke, “Trust me, the boys wanted to see you as much as you did. Jooheon wouldn’t stop whining.”

This caused her to snort out a laugh. She could only imagine the frown that would adore his face upon hearing the heartbreaking news. A sad smile remained on her face. The day had indeed been just a bit too shitty for her taste.

“He texted me while I was at work. He was like “Why can’t you come see us today? It’s been weeks since I last saw you. It isn't fair that Hyungwon is the only one that constantly gets to see you”.” This caused Hyungwon to laugh. “He then proceeded to spam me. He got upset whenever he saw I left him on read, so after about five minutes I decided to text him back and we just went from there.”

“Hmm...”

Silence filled the air for a brief moment, causing her to clear her throat. Had he fallen asleep? His breathing remaining the same told her that he was still awake, probably in thought.

"Wonnie...you're doing that thing again." Y/N spoke up after a minute of silence, "And I know you aren't asleep since you didn't kiss me goodnight."

"I'm not doing that thing."

Shifting her body so she could see her boyfriend's face she gave him the "Don’t lie to me" look. "You are so doing the thing. Silent Hyungwon in deep thought. I refuse to believe you started zoning out too."

Hyungwon laughed, forcing his girlfriend to lay her head back down on his chest. "Hush. Get some sleep. I’m tired." Y/N hummed softly smiling at the feeling of his fingers running through her hair. "I love you, jagiya."

"I love you too Wonnie."

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[foenixs]

*crack knuckles* i’m in mx mood, thanks a lot fiona, can i please get a reaction where y’all in public and just chilling and then 👀 you touch them out of nowhere 👀 hmmm, let’s say in a restaurant and while you two waiting for food, he’s talking about his days and you just,,,, touch him. ☺️ i wanna see them boys gets flustered when you casually touch em in public skdhdjsms FOR ALL THE BOYS PLS *grabby hands* THANK YOU 💖 -cheating 🕺🏻

Monsta X reaction to You Touching Them in Public

note: sorry this took so long to upload^^ you even got renamed in the meantime but here ya go

includes- sub!Monsta x x dom!reader (Minhyuk's part if for a female reader, the rest is gender neutral), public play

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Shownu

You sneak up behind him, letting your hand slip under his shirt and rest on his chest as you bend down to leave a kiss on his cheek. He jumps to the side, your cold hands surprising him, diverting his attention from the mobile game he was playing.

Letting out a laugh you turn his chin with your pointer finger, laying a deep kiss on his lips. He wants to pull away, knowing that you two could get caught at any moment, but he couldn’t. Your lips tasted like cotton candy and your breath fanned against his cheeks like a warm summer breeze.

You let one hand dance around his nipple, lightly twisting it between two fingers as your other hand glides down to his crotch. Massaging his bulge, he groans into the kiss, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen the embrace.

“Uhhh- hyung?”, Shownu jumps up in fright, his red face turning to look at Changkyun, who was standing in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

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Wonho

Your hand lays still on his thigh under the dinner table as you stroke a conversation with Shownu. It was a simple touch of claim, but it drove him crazy beyond belief. He was twisting in his seat, sweating, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to calm himself down.

When Shownu bends his head down to eat, you throw a questioning glance over to your boyfriend. He could read the judgement in your eyes and smirk and he knew it was hopeless to fight his desire.

“I drank too much water, I’m gonna go to the toilet”, he declared, getting up from his seat.

He knew you couldn’t stand when he escaped your grasp, but his boner grew harder to hide and he’d rather take your punishment over the embarrassment of cumming in front of his friends.

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Minhyuk

imagine you're changkyun

It was a game between you two, seeing who could embarrass the other more in public. You’d pull his pants up so his bulge would get accentuated and he’d do the same to your shirt.

You were waiting for the perfect opportunity as he stood in line in front of you to order a coffee at Starbucks. Right as he steps towards the counter you squeeze the fabric of his jeans, but instead of laughing like he usually does he falls dead quiet, forgetting how to talk as the barista loudly clears her throat.

You step up next to him, ordering for the both of you, noticing the deep shade of red that his cheeks were tainted in as you give him a questioning side eye. Your gaze falls down upon his pants and you notice the growing reason for his embarrassment. His bulge was more prominent than usual, the outline of his hard cock being more than visible in his tight pants.

Quickly picking up your order you drag him out of the store, both of you having learned a valuable lesson.

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Kihyun

It was really his fault, he had been teasing you all day, from licking his lips to grazing your butt with his hand. He did everything to get you to snap and you had enough of his silly games.

Hugging him from behind while he was waiting backstage for a performance you place on hand right around his neck, choking him as you breathe into his ear. He gulps down, trying to escape your grasp as he doesn’t want anyone to notice what you were doing, but you tight grip keeps him close.

“Don’t ever tease me in public again or I will fuck you so hard you’ll pass out.”

You could feel him shivering under your grasp, the warning turning him on more than he’d like to admit. Pulling away you chuckle as he tries to readjust his pants.

Your words lingered in his head and he had to mentally slap himself to stay focused on the lyrics as he was performing with a boner in front of thousands of people.

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Hyungwon

He couldn’t stop goofing around, making everyone think he was high, as your hand rubbed him over his jeans. Though he was trying to deflect the attention from what you were doing to him, his unusually loud demeanour had the exact opposite effect.

Everyone was staring at him, making him melt into the seat further as your motions grew blunter and faster with every minute. He had to use all of his strength not to moan out your name.

Feeding him with your free hand you find a way to shut his mouth so the other members would go back to talking amongst themselves.

You lean against his shoulder, nestling your nose in his hair so the members couldn’t see you whispering in his ear.

“Why so nervous Wonnie? I’m barely getting started.”

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Jooheon

He was drowning in your attention, eating it up like it was his last meal. Every touch of you made him feel loved and gave him a sense of belonging. No matter here you were, he needed to have your hands on him, holding his hand, stroking his thigh, brushing through his hair.

If you ignored him for too long he’d take your hand and move it to his lap, showing you how much you affected him. He twists his head, throwing you a pout as you massaged his bulge just a little too slowly.

Worries about getting caught? Never. He loves it when you make him cum right in front of his members.

He’s so easy to break, so easy to control. Every little touch drives him insane and makes him crave more as he melts into you.

“Please, touch me more, I’ll behave and not make a sound, I promise.”

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Changkyun

Two people could play the game he started. He was rubbing over his neck all day, reminding you of the activities of last night. The hickeys that were barely covered by his shirt were exposed to your sight as he tucks on the fabric.

You walk up to him, placing one hand against his chest as you push him into a wall, leaning in to whisper against his lips. Your right hand moves down his body to grab his cock firmly, having him groan out and sink down into your palm.

“You love being a tease, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question, but he smirks anyway.

“Oh baby, you might be confident now, but you have no idea what I’ll do to you as soon as we get home. This time you won’t be able to cover up the marks that I will place so generously on your body.”

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[stay-mon-army]

Lazy Day In

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,362 words

Pairing: Hyungwon x gender neutral!reader

Even before Covid-19, you were no stranger to locking yourself away in your apartment for extended periods of time�� ignoring the world outside except to order takeout. Having a boyfriend like Hyungwon kept you well-acquainted with that lifestyle. Hyungwon wasn't lazy, he just preferred simpler comforts when his life was usually so hectic. You couldn't blame him, really. After a long week of work and chores and errands, curling up in bed with good food, a nice drama, and a snuggly boyfriend (or plushie, if former is unavailable) sounded like absolute heaven. However sometimes you liked to plan real dates with Hyungwon when you both had time. You had planned this nice long day out— with shopping and a picnic in the park and a nice dinner at a quiet family run restaurant you had been dying to try.

That didn't seem like it was going to happen, however. Hyungwon had come over after his practice last night, utterly exhausted and quickly ushering you to your bed for cuddles. He'd fallen asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, his arms still tight around you while his face went totally slack. You would've snapped a sneaky, cringey picture of his agape mouth, but you were so comfortable and you didn't want to risk stirring his clearly comfortable slumber— plus, you had a million such photos (he was sleeping often at your place). Instead you simply closed your eyes, snuggling closer, and fell asleep.

You had set an alarm for 10am, not wanting to get up too early since you both deserved the rest, but you also wanted the day to go well so you couldn't sleep in too late. As your alarm screamed at you, Hyungwon groaned loud, not happy with the disruption of his sleep. If you weren't also utterly exhausted, you might have laughed at his overreaction as he twists away from the sound, pulling his pillow over his head.

You turned off the alarm and started to slide out of bed, but Hyungwon wasn't having that. His arm shot out from under the comforter to circle your waist, tugging you back against him.

"Wonnie, we have to get up. I have plans for us today." He shakes his head into the pillow before turning to curl his long body around you. A soft laugh falls from your lips as his face presses into your neck, him releasing puffs of air that tickles your skin. "I'm serious, Hyungwon. We can't stay in bed all day."

You weren't mad, and in all honesty, you didn't sound serious because your voice was light with the smile gracing your lips. Yes, you wanted to have this day out on your mutual day off, but when Hyungwon for clingy, you also wanted to simply stay in his arms all day long. Regardless, he released you and rolled over, rubbing at his face with the heels of his hands. His hair was wild a top his head, no doubt from him tossing around so much this morning.

You finally manage to slip from between the warm comforter and pad over to your closet to begin picking out your outfit. As you pick out something nice and comfortable for the warm spring day the weather forecasters promised you, you could hear Hyungwon rustling himself out of bed as well. You felt comfortable enough with Hyungwon to begin to get changed in the room. As you tug off your sleep clothes, you can sense Hyungwon behind you. Just before you can turn to face him, he rests his head on your shoulder, his hands softly grazing your hips.

"You're so gorgeous." He presses a kiss to your shoulder before releasing you, reaching around you to grab a shirt and pair of pants. Your cheeks flush as you glance back to watch him disappear into the bathroom. You hear him rustling around and quickly finish dressing yourself.

Once you're finished getting ready, which didn't take long because you were too tired to put too much effort into your look today, you wander into the kitchen. You shuffle around grabbing various items you'd need for your picnic. You put them all into a small picnic basket you had gotten from a family member for your last birthday— you finally had an opportunity to use it. You only packed away foods you knew wouldn't go bad in the time it would take you to get Hyungwon out of the house and to the Han river, where you knew the perfect place to picnic away from prying eyes.

As you placed the last sandwich and ice pack into the basket and shut the top, you heard Hyungwon shuffle his feet into the living room-kitchen doorway.

"Are you ready for a wonderful day out?" You smile, turning to face him, until your smile drops. "What's wrong?" He had a sad look on his face, obviously disappointed about whatever he was about to tell you.

"I just texted my manager to let him know I was going out today with you, and he said that I shouldn't go out. I guess someone got into some scandal and news people are gonna be all over the city all day trying to get their hands on more information, or another scandal to boost their company. I know how excited you were about your plans today and I'm so so sorry that I have to ruin them." He runs a hand through his still messy hair, a pout on his lips as your face drops. You put your hand on the counter, looking away from him towards the picnic basket, all packed and ready to go. "However..."

You glance back at him, head tilting slightly at the sly grin that's slid onto his face.

"How about we do all of those plans here, inside? We can picnic in the living room, and I'll buy you some adorable outfits online, and then we can order food from wherever you want and we can eat it in bed and binge that new drama you were telling me about last week." He slowly enters the kitchen, slipping his arms around your waist as he pulls you against him. "I may not be able to give you that perfect date day, but I can try to recreate your masterpiece indoors." He presses a kiss to your forehead before meeting your eyes with the softest gaze.

"I like that idea a lot, Wonnie. I'm a little sad we can't do my original plan, but it's not your fault. We had no way of knowing some scandal was going to come out today of all days. We can still make the most of it." You smile up at him as he visibly relaxes, obviously happy that you weren't too mad or disappointed in the sudden change of plans. "Help me set up a picnic blanket in the living room?"

"Anything for you, darling." He mumbles as he pecks you on the lips, reaching around you for the picnic blanket before stepping towards the living room.

You grab the basket and follow him, placing it on the coffee table before you grab the other half of the picnic blanket, helping him spread it across the floor as best as you could around the furniture. You place the basket on the blanket before sitting down besides Hyungwon.

"What did you pack us today?" He asks, rubbing his hands together as you laugh at his actions.

While you didn't have the "perfect" date you had planned that day, you wouldn't have complained about a single thing. You enjoyed the day with Hyungwon, getting to joke and enjoy good food with the man you loved. In public, you didn't often get to be your complete quirky selves because you were always aware of the fact that fans or reporters could be around any corner, but in the comfort of your own home, you both could be yourselves with each other. It wasn't as nice as having a day out of course, because it was always nice to explore and change your surroundings, but you were happy anywhere when you had Hyungwon by your side.

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[mon-dayragingslut4monstaxday6]

Reckless

Warning: pregnancy scare (but not what you think).

A/N: I had this in my docs for so long, but I always felt like I didn’t do enough for him. I will probably rewrite this for myself, but I’m happy I get to share this at all. Yes, the girl is named after me, sorry?

2.7k. First person (sorry not sorry)

How could I be so reckless? I always come prepared. How did I let this slide? The thrill of being irresponsible for once maybe? Having unprotected sex is not unheard of, but I should’ve known better than doing that for a one night stand. Couldn’t rest easy with the thought of really fucking up. I need to get supplies. The morning after pill will do the trick. Fuck, but I’m in Korea, for a small vacation, and I don’t know the language well enough to go to the pharmacy.

I get a buzz on my phone.

Wonnie: There’s a new movie on Netflix that I think we should watch, come over tonight!

A sigh of relief escapes my throat. Hyungwon, my sweetheart friend I made a year ago from a previous trip. We’re close, completely platonic, and would trust each other with anything. He’s asked me about girls before and I’ve asked him about boys. This is different. I would be asking him to help translate at the pharmacy so I could get the morning after pill. Actually, this shouldn’t be a big deal, I’m making this far more dramatic than it should be. Breath.

Me: I’m coming over, but I need a favor before we watch the movie.

Wonnie: What’s the favor?

Me: Wait till I get there, I don’t want to explain over the phone.

Wonnie: Oh?

My heart is skipping beats reading these texts. Thankfully my hotel isn’t far from his dorm. I walk to his dorm, overthinking this situation. Damn, what if it’s too late? Don’t be a dumb bitch, that’s not how pregnancy works. The morning after pill is good for within seventy-two hours of unprotected sex, plus, I’m on birth control, but you never know, nothing is guaranteed. I can’t have a baby right now, I want a house first, I want to progress in my career! Never noticed how fast I was walking till I came across the dorms in record time. Must be on edge. It’s just a favor of translation, that’s all. It’s going to be ok. He loves me, platonically, and won’t judge me.

I politely knock on the door, for once, unlike my usual unannounced entry. My nails dig through the skin of my palm, leaving crescent marks, damn near bleeding. Hyungwon answers the door, expressing eagerness to see me again, even though he saw me just yesterday. He gives me a hug and I never wanted a hug more. My vision goes blurry. No, don’t cry, not in front of him. I avoid eye contact with him when he lets me go. He’s so tall, it’s not that hard to hide my face.

“Sarah?”, Hyungwon tilts his head to look for my eyes. I damp my eyes with my knuckles, alarming him. He steps out of the dorm entrance and takes me further into the hallway.

“What’s wrong?”, whispering, changing his tune to something I’m not familiar with. My throat feels like it’s engulfed with cement. Both of his hands cup my cheeks and lift my face to meet his eyes.

“Talk to me”, he stoically demands.

“Hyungwon, I fucked up”, I mumble. His alertness turned to worry.

“Did someone hurt you?”, he sharply inhales.

“No, no. I just need your help at a pharmacy”, I whimper, defending the stranger I slept with. He didn’t hurt me or anything, we were just irresponsible. 

“A pharmacy?”, he blurts out, spooking me.

“I just need something over the counter and I need your help translating”, I beat around the bush.

“What do you need?”, Hyungwon confidently exclaims.

“The morning after pill”, I shrug. I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. It happens.

“Let me get my shoes”, he nods. He opens the door, grabs his shoes and wallet and steps back out.

“Thank you”, I timidly thank him.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sarah, I’m happy you trust me”, he smiles while he slips on his sneakers. I wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing as tight as my gratitude. He rests his chin on my head, rubbing my back to soothe.

“Thank you for trusting me”, he whispers. I thought I felt a kiss on my head, but I could be mistaken. He escorts me to a pharmacy, thankfully there is one at the corner.

“Is this your first time taking the morning after pill?”, he breaks the silence before we head inside.

“Yes, but a friend at home has taken it before”, I giggle to hide my nerves.

“It’s ok to be nervous, Sarah”, he pulls me aside.

“I’ll be ok”, I assure him. Without any question, he nods and takes me to the pharmacist counter. The pharmacist, who is a woman thank goodness, converse with Hyungwon for a minute in Korean. There’s a second where the pharmacist asks a question and he raises his hand, limiting eye contact.

“Have you had unprotected sex in the past seventy-two hours?”, Hyungwon translates a question for me. I nod.

“Are you on birth control or on other forms of contraception?”, he continues. I nod.

“Do you know that this isn’t a form of birth control?”, he adds to the list of questions. Once again, I nod. The pharmacist scans and bags the little box. I pull out my wallet from my purse, but Hyungwon pulls out his wallet first, beating me from paying.

“Hyungwon”, I nudge his arm.

“I said it was with me, so I claim responsibility”, he chuckles. That son of a bitch lied to a complete stranger for my sake. The pharmacist gives Hyungwon the instructions for the pill and wishes us a good day. We leave the pharmacy, relieved on how smooth that went. I turn to the direction of his dorm, but he takes me on another course.

“Just take it with water I assume?”, I wonder, attempting to grab the bag from him.

“Yes”, he notices and extends his arm for me not to reach. He always teases me on my height, comparing me to miniature objects or foods.We often refer to each other as string bean and the pea.

“You didn’t have to claim responsibility for this”, I pout.

“I know I didn’t”, he smirks.

“So, if this doesn’t work, you will still take responsibility?”, I joke.

“I will”, he blatantly admits.

“Hyungwon”, I gasp.

“You’re my friend, but I would take care of you. You know my brothers love you and would be happy for you to stay”, he continues. I nearly choke on my spit. Did I hear him correctly?

“First, you claim responsibility for my hypothetical child, then you say you would take care of me, and now you’re saying you want me to stay?”, I damn near hyperventilate. He abruptly stops.

“You said it yourself, it’s hypothetical. Wouldn’t you want to stay?”, he turns timid.

“Stay in Korea with you and the boys?”, I am touched by the consideration.

“Stay with me”, he struggles to speak. Hearing those three words from him makes me disassociate from the world around me. I hear nothing, I can see nothing, but his worrisome face, waiting for me to reply.

“I’m thinking about it”, I confess. Would I be willing to give up my life in the states to go here? How would I even know if I could live here? I’d need to learn more Korean, find a job, everything else I need to get done before I could even consider it. Dammit, but just hearing him say “stay with me” could be a factor of me saying fuck it.

The smile on his face happens to be one of the most beautiful sights I’ve seen lately. It’s comfort some, sweet, and contagious.

“I’m getting you a treat”, he puts his arm around me. He swiftly takes me to a convenient store and buys me a coke and instant ramen. We cook the ramen at the store and take a seat at a nearby bench. He pulls out the little box and reads the back.

“Do you really think you could be pregnant?”, he wonders.

“I’ve been on birth control since high school, but you never know”, I sigh.

“Who was the guy?”, Hyungwon goes back to being timid.

“Just a one night stand, he’s not important”, I assure him.

“It wasn’t that good, huh?”, he teases. I burst out laughing. I love this part of our friendship, we can say shit like this to each other.

“Without giving any details, yes, it wasn’t the best”, I bashfully eat my ramen.

“That’s a shame”, he nudges my arm.

“Oh, bite me, it was just an experience, it wasn’t like I’m marrying the guy”, I scoff.

“You deserve better sex than that”, he shamelessly sips his soda.

“Damn right I do. If I do end up being pregnant, I’d hate to live with the memory of how it happened”, I roll my eyes. Hyungwon stares intensely at the box, obviously thinking about something.

“What’s on your mind?”, I tap on his ramen bowl to get his attention.

“Remembering how precious you were when your nephew was born”, he sighs. Really? That was months ago and I only remember sending him a couple of photos of me holding him.

“How was I precious?”, I wonder skeptically.

“The look you had holding him. Your sister sent me a video of you rocking him when he was still in the hospital, but she told me not to tell you”, he confesses.

“Oh no, don’t tell me I look good holding a baby, I already heard the speech from my dad”, I groan.

“You just looked really happy”, he explains before opening the box. He punches out the little pill with his thumb and places it in my hand.

“I need some growing up to do before I have any babies”, I confess.

“What do you mean?”, he finishes up his ramen.

“Not only do I need to have a good living situation, but I should also have financial stability and health stability before I should ever consider having a baby”, I explain.

“My offer still stands. I could take care of you, even without a baby”, he progressively gets more confident. The addition to his offer, “even without a baby”, makes me want to curl in a ball. This boy deserves a queen who will treasure him as much as I do, but how could that girl be me?

“And I appreciate that, Hyungwon, but you need to realize I don’t necessarily need to be taken care of”, I avoid eye contact. I’ve never been the damsel and I’d be damned if I start being one.

“But you’ll have the option”, he shrugs. I take the pill and swallow it with a sip of my coke.

“Why would you want to take care of me anyways?”, I slowly finish my ramen.

“Because you deserve a break. You work your ass off for everything you do and it’s exhausting you”, he rubs his hands together.

“That’s why I’m on vacation”, I shrug.

“Just to go back to work at a place that doesn’t appreciate what you bring to them. I know you, you won’t stop them from mistreating you”, he continues.

“You want me to stay so I won’t have to stress about work”, I realize.

“You won’t have to worry about the asshole”, he mentions. He’s referring to my bully of a co worker who is taking advantage of our boss’s willingness to help.

“I told you I didn’t want to talk about them while I’m on vacation”, I mumble.

“That’s my point. You have to wait till you’re on vacation in order to destress. That place is killing you”, he groans.

“I’ll think about it, Hyungwon”, I inhale.

“I will. I’ll think about staying”, I admit.

“Don’t do it for me. Do it for yourself”, he advises. He grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. Why do I love how this feels? This friendship is platonic, I just admire how comfortable I am with this physical contact. We sit there for a minute, looking at our hands. Noticing how small my hands are compared to his. 

“Let’s go watch that movie”, I break the comfortable silence.

We go throw out our trash and head back to the dorms. The boys welcome me with hugs. Getting to see these faces everyday doesn’t sound half bad. Seeing how happy they are to see me is making me overwhelmed. Should I stay and leave my troubles in the states? Would it be wrong of me to consider it? The boys started to notice my anxious behavior and got frantic on asking me questions. “Are you ok?”, “do you need some water”, “you can talk to us”, etcetera. The more questions I got, the more choked up I am. I want to tell them I’m ok, but I’m not. Hyungwon takes me to his room. He wraps a fuzzy blanket around me and embraces me like the little burrito that I am.

“I’ll get you some water. If you want to shower, you know where my clothes are”, he whispers before leaving the room. He knows me well enough to know that my routine of feeling better after something shitty happens is taking a shower. Maybe a shower is what I need.

So, I go to the bathroom outside of his bedroom and hop in the shower. A shower is definitely what I need. Our conversation of him taking care of me revolves in my brain like a broken record enough for me to finally cry. I didn’t want to look weak, I didn’t want to look needy. I’m not to him. He sees me as a woman who has had enough. He listened to me bitch and groan about my life in the states, long enough for him to want to change it. Fuck, it’s like he proposed to me, he just wants me to stay in Korea. I sit in the shower, letting the hot water sprinkle on me while I map out my thoughts.

I’ll be able to see him more than once a year. Hell, I’ll be able to see all of the good and the bad of him first hand, instead of over the phone. I’m getting all flustered just thinking about it. I’ll be there to comfort them during their tough nights at work. Yes, living with seven men doesn’t seem optimal for an individual woman’s sanity, but it won’t be far different than my living situation from college. Am I going to do this? Sleep on it tonight and see.

Out of the shower, I wrap myself in the towel and slip on one of his t-shirts. Thank goodness I’m tiny, his shirt is almost like a dress to me. I take a whiff of the collar. Fresh, clean cotton.

Hm, I wonder where he went? We were supposed to watch a movie. I check my phone, nothing. I plop on his bed and wrap myself in the fuzzy blanket. I think I gifted him this last Christmas.

Needless to say, I soon pass out.

The dream I have is unbelievable! Starting off with nothing out of the usual, Hyungwon and I lay next to each other on his bed, whatever. He scoots down to rest his head on my boobs, something he has never done. I knew it was a dream when he started kissing my chest. Felt so real, I wouldn’t be surprised if I squirmed in real life. I didn’t fight it. I was putty in this dream. He moved up to kiss my lips and I knew I was in danger. He hovers above me, but leaves too much space between. I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him straight down. His hands grip the crook of my knees to keep my legs up while he rolls his hips against me, still fully clothed. One moan from my mouth and I woke up.

I realize what happened and I scream in the pillow I was sleeping on. I just had a naughty dream of my friend! I want to hide, I want to vomit, I want to scream. I never saw him like that before, so why now! Never have we exchanged any interest in that!

There’s a knock on the door and I nearly fall off the bed. Hyungwon peaks his head in.

“Sarah?”, he wonders.

“Hyungwon!”, I cheerfully welcome, hiding my internal panic. He smiles at my adjusted mood.

“Feeling any better?”, he sweetly asks before handing me a glass of water.

“A lot better”, I pant before gulping the water, avoiding eye contact.

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[moonhoures]

For your fluffy prompts can I request "Wait dont pull away, not yet" and "your lips are really warm" for either jooheon or hyungwon (you can choose) and can I request it be kinda suggestive? Or like slightly sensual 🥺 please?

You knew letting Hyungwon choose the movie you were going to watch tonight was a bad decision. The two of you had very different tastes when it came to films, and you found it difficult to sit through a movie he enjoyed without yawning. As per usual, just as the movie was nearing the end of its first scene, you found yourself more interested in the thought of where the main character might have bought her jacket. It’s cute, you thought, maybe a fancy department store?

“__________?”

“Hm?”

“You’re bored,” Hyungwon spoke bluntly after a moment of him observing your expression. The statement was followed by a sigh that made you feel guilty, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m sorry, Wonnie. It’s just . . . you know I don’t care for these kinds of movies.”

“I heard this one is really good, though. It’ll get better.”

He patted your thigh, and left his hand on it afterwords while his attention went back to the screen. For a few minutes you stared at the screen with a pout, trying your hardest to pay attention to the plot as well. However, your gaze ultimately fell on Hyungwon’s slender fingers sitting atop your leg, and you knew the movie would be the last thing on your mind for a while.

As subtlety as you could, you adjusted your position on the couch beside Hyungwon so that your head rested against his shoulder and your knees were snuggled up by his thigh. His hand fell back on your leg, though now it was much closer to your backside.

Your cheek nuzzled the comfy material of his hoodie before you leaned up and pressed a small, innocent peck to his cheek. When you got no response, you waited a moment before pressing another, less innocent kiss to his neck. He sighed.

“__________,” he warned in a small voice, as if he were speaking in a library and not the comfort of your living room.

“I’m bored,” you whispered back, your breath tickling his skin and making his mind stray from the movie he was starting to enjoy. “Can’t you watch this later with one of the boys?”

He turned to look at your pouting face, finding your expression cute despite how much he wanted to corrupt you at the moment. And just as you were wondering what he was thinking, his thin fingers caressed the side of your face, drawing you into a very passionate kiss. The kiss turned into something that made your lungs burn with the need for air. And when you finally did, he unexpectedly whined.

“Wait, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

“I need to breathe, Hyungwon,” you chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his luscious lips. “What’s got you so desperate all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know . . . your lips are just really warm . . . and soft.”

“Then why don’t we take this to bed, hm?”

“Please.”

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[k-llama-llama]

Pampered

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Hyungwon takes it upon himself to bring Zoey back to her former self.

Requests are CLOSED…but your feedback is still super important to me.

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Zoey yanked her robe on as she jumped out of the shower. She’d pinned the door to the bathroom shut with a plunger, and someone was practically body-slamming it to get in.

She pulled the plunger out and threw the door open. Hyungwon barely managed to stop before he tumbled through the door.

“Hey.” He said nonchalantly. “You done?”

Zoey gaped at him. He took in her messy, wet hair, and the fact that she was holding her robe closed. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Are you that desperate to have a shower?” She demanded. “I was washing my hair.”

“Oh, we’re not having a shower?” He crossed his arms.

“We?” She squinted at him. “Have you lost your mind?”

He twirled the cord of his robe in his hands. “We’re the only two home.”

Zoey shook her head. “Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’m desperate, Wonnie. You aren’t my type.”

He stuck out his hand. “Just follow me.”

Zoey shrugged past him, tying her robe closed. “What are you planning?”

“Your murder.” He answered, pushing his way in front of her and leading the way out to the living room.

“Oh good, please make it quick.”

He leaped triumphantly into the living room. “Ta-da!”

Zoey looked around, her eyes widening as she tried to process what was in front of her. There was a pot sitting in front of the couch, four shopping bags on the coffee table, and her emergency stash of candles were all lit. The TV was playing a video of a waterfall, with the sound carrying through the room.

“Is this some sort of sacrifice?” Zoey asked.

“No. Why would you think that?” Hyungwon looked thoroughly underwhelmed by her reaction.

“Candles, weird spiritual sounds.” She pointed at the pot. “I’m assuming that’s to cook me once I’m dead.”

He rolled his eyes and dragged her over to the couch, shoving her down. “Just relax, okay?”

“That’s exactly what someone would say before a sacrifice.”

“Zoey!” Hyungwon crossed his arms, exasperated. “I’m trying to do something nice here.”

“What exactly is that?” She asked curiously, adjusting her robe so she was still covered.

“You’ve had a really rough week, and you were already kind of down before that. So I’ve decided that I need to pamper you.”

“And what does that mean for me?” She looked at him warily, drawing a finger across her throat.

He kicked her ankle. “Not that, you idiot. This.”

He turned and started dumping the bags on the coffee table. There was an assortment of sheet masks, nail polishes, fancy iced-tea looking drinks, and a bag and a half dedicated to snacks.

“You bought all this while I was in the shower?” Zoey raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He yanked the lid off the pot. “And this is full of warm water, because apparently that’s what they do at spas.”

“It’s not usually the same pot you cook a stew in.”

“Yeah, well that’s all we had.” He pointed at it. “Feet in.”

Zoey plopped her feet into the lukewarm water. It didn’t feel particularly nice, but Hyungwon looked so proud of himself that she didn’t say anything.

“What else?” 

He popped open a bag of chips, extending one to her.

She reached for it and he yanked it out of her grasp.

“Can I not eat it?” She asked. “Are you just teasing me?”

“I have to feed you.” He answered. “Those are the rules.”

She rolled her eyes, but opened her mouth. He popped the chip in and she munched happily. “And now?” She asked with her mouth full. 

“I need to paint your nails. What colour do you want?” He held all of the nailpolishes forward for her consideration.

Zoey considered them. “The pink?”

Hyungwon nodded. “With the glitter top coat?”

Zoey held a hand to her chest. “Wonnie, you know what a top coat is?”

He snorted. “You’ve painted my nails enough times. Hands out, I’ve been practicing.”

Zoey held out her right hand, and he set to work.

Three hours later, they were both laying on the couch, their heads together and their feet hanging over the edges. The water was long since cold, and Zoey’s feet were still wrapped in the towel they’d used to dry them. Her nails (messy, but done with love), were dry, and she’d painted Hyungwon’s to match. They both had face masks on, and were taking turns feeding each other chip flavours and guessing what they were.

“Ketchup.” Zoey concluded. “Am I right?”

“Technically, it was tomato sauce.” Hyungwon answered. “I don’t know why they made that, but they did.”

“It’s not terrible.” Zoey swallowed. “Do you know when we’re supposed to take these masks off?”

“Fifteen minutes ago.” He told her. “It’s fine. Extra beauty.”

Zoey snorted. “Yeah, I need all of that that I can get.”

He punched her in the shoulder. “You look beautiful, dumbass. Don’t make me prove it to you.”

Zoey sighed. “And how would you do that?”

“I don’t know, set you up on a blind date?”

Zoey laughed out loud. “Considering my social skills, probably not the best idea.”

“Your social skills are fine.” He reached his hand up, linking it with hers. “But you do need to get out more. You’ve only gone out once since....since everything. And we’re worried.”

Zoey gave him a tiny smile, even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m getting better, Oppa. Seriously, today did cheer me up.”

“I’m really happy that it did.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “But can you do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

“Can you call Tori? Ask her out for coffee or something?” He sighed. “Normally I’d say Sumi, but she asks lots of questions. I just want to know that you’re out having a good time. Please?”

Zoey nodded, pressing her face into his shoulder. A wet spot from her mask seeped into his robe. “I can do that.”

“Good.” He turned towards her, resting his chin on her head. “You know that I love you, right? And I just want you to be happy. Whatever it takes.”

“I love you too.” Zoey promised. “The mostest.”

“The mostest.” He agreed. “Now, can we turn off this stupid waterfall and watch some real TV?”

“Oh thank god I thought you’d never ask.”

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[monbangisland]

LAZY CONFESSIONS by Lala

Hyungwon X reader

GENRE:  fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

It was finally Saturday, which meant you had finally some free time and as a bonus you could spend the whole day with your boyfriend. As you were wanting to cuddle him you decided to visit him earlier than usual. You were at his apartment at 9 o’clock, wearing pjs. You could listen to your phone buzzing in your pocket but you decided to ignore it. You introduced the code in Hyungwon’s door and unlocked it. Being completely careful, you took your coat, left the bag you were carrying in the cabinet next to the entrance  and  took off your shoes and put on the slippers he gave you a few months ago. You headed silently to his room, trying not to make a single noise. 

When you finally got to his room you found him peacefully sleeping. He looked so cute with his half parted and rosy lips and his messy gray hair, He was laying like a starfish all over the bed. ‘Poor Hyungwonnie, he must be really tired’ you thought. You put your phone on the nightstand and tried to lay down on the free spaces in bed. You put your arm around Hyungwon’s waist and immediately fell asleep. 

A hand caressing your hair woke you from your deep slumber. When you opened your eyes you saw Hyungwon cuddling you, just as you wanted. He smiled when he saw that you were awake.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you came?” - he asked you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“You looked tired Wonnie, and besides I wanted to sleep too” - you admitted 

“But you never sleep until late” - he kissed your cheeks and giggled

“Maybe I’m learning these habits from you, Wonnie” - you giggled back

“Thanks for coming, I’ve missed you” - he said while hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“I’ve missed you too” - you said and started caressing his back.

You were almost falling back to sleep but the buzz from your phone has started again. You knew why it kept on buzzing. Actually, you didn’t have free time, on the contrary, you had tons of work to do. You knew that your friends were discussing about the assignments in the groupchat, but right now you couldn’t care less, you hadn’t seen Hyungwon in a week and besides, you were in your ‘lazy mood’.

“Babe?” - Hyungwon asked without moving

“Hmm?” 

“Why does your phone keep on buzzing?” -he said lazily

“I have tons of work to do Wonnie and maybe my friends are talking about that right now” - you admitted

“Wow look at you, not working your ass off for the first time in a while, I’m proud” - he looked at you and left a peck on your lips. You smiled at him and pulled him into a hug

“I just want to cuddle all day with you, can we do that?” - you asked him

“Your wishes are my commands, princess” - he said and closed the small gap between the two of you.

“And Wonnie, I know you love my cooking but can we order take out today? I’m not in the mood for cooking either” - you said as you gave him a puppy look

“Babe, are you in the mood of doing anything today?” - ha laughed at your laziness 

“Not really, I told you I just want cuddles” - you pouted

“Is there something you want to tell me? is there something bothering you, Y/N?” - he started to get worried

“No Wonnie, I promise” - you tried to calm him down

“Is just, you’re always doing something. Sometimes you’re working on assignments, other times you’re cooking or just simply reading a book, and now you don’t even want to leave the bed. This isn’t normal” - he said while caressing your hair and looking at you with worry 

in his eyes. 

“Babe, don’t worry. I have my lazy days too. And these past weeks have been devastating for me, we didn’t see each other for three weeks and it was killing me” - you pecked his lips after you finished speaking

“You really missed me that much?” - he asked you teasingly

“mhm” - you said and hid your head in his chest

“Don’t hide your face when you’re telling me something like this” - he teased you 

“Why?” -  you asked him without looking at him

“Because I love to see you all flustered” - he placed his index finger under your chin and lifted up your face

“Yah, you’ve seen me a thousand times like this Chae Hyungwon” 

“But, you never fail to affect me” - he said looking at you

“What did you just said” - you asked him

“You heard me” - he said teasingly 

“CHAE HYUNGWON, REPEAT WHAT YOU SAID A FEW MINUTES AGO” - you demanded

“What if I don’t want to?” - he looked innocently at you

You positioned yourself over him and started to tickle him, he immediately laughed, and started to beg you to stop

“Please, Y/N, stop” - you didn’t listen to him and continued tickling him. You started to laugh and closed your eyes for a few seconds, he took this chance and took your wrists. Without a chance to register what was happening, your back was now against the bed and he was hovering over you

“That’s the Y/N  I know” - he said giggling and gave you a peck

“Shut up and tell me what did you say earlier” 

“You’re not going to let that go, aren’t you?” - he asked

“Aniyo” 

“You make my heart flutter with little things, when you blush, when you come to the dance practice to leave us food, when you smile at me, but today you killed me. When I found you sleeping in the small space next to me, I realized something” - he kept on looking at you

“W-what did you realize?” - you asked nervous

“That I love you, Y/n” - he spoke softly.

You were shocked, you had strong feelings for him too, but you were afraid that he didn’t feel the same. 

“You don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to” - he sounded a little bit disappointed as you didn’t react to his words

“It’s not that, Wonnie” - you managed to said

“What is it then, Y/n?” - he asked confused 

“I was afraid” - you admitted

“Afraid of what?” he caressed your hair

“That you didn’t feel the same. I love you too, I realized that like two weeks ago, but I didn’t say anything because I was afraid. I didn’t want to scare you, so that’s why I never said anything, and now you said it, I was just…” - you blurted out everything you’ve been thinking

and he started laughing

“What are you laughing at?” - you hit his arm playfully 

“You know you’re overthinking things right? I’ve showed you I love you a million times, why do you have doubts?” - he asked you 

“It’s just… you could date someone better than me, prettier than me, smarter that me, and here you are, dating me. I always wonder why, you’re a nice guy, sweet, a complete gentleman, you like kids and treat them right. My point is that you could have a better partner by your side. And…” - he didn’t let you continue, he kissed you. The kiss was slow, full of love and sweetness. One of his hands was on your waist and the other one was on the mattress, holding his weight. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead over yours. 

“Are you nuts? I wouldn’t change you, you see me by who I really am, not by the person I appear to be. You’re there for me when I want to quit or when I don’t believe in myself. And for me you’re the most beautiful, the smartest and the most amazing person in this world. I wouldn’t change you. I’m sorry if I don’t remind you how much you mean to me” - he caressed your hair and looked at you 

“Thanks Wonnie, for choosing me” - you looked at him in the eyes and gave him a big smile

“Are you feeling better now?” - he asked you and gave you a kiss on your forehead and layed down next to you and pulled you into a hug

“Nope, I’m still in lazy mood” - you giggled

“Ok, I’ll help you tomorrow with everything” - he said 

“Really? You promise?” - you asked him 

“I have one condition” - he said with an evil smirk

“Oh I knew It! What is it this time?” 

“I choose what we’re going to watch” - he said disgusted

“But Hyungwon I -” 

“There’s no discussion, babe” - he was being serious this time

“Not even with a kiss?” “Nope, Y/n”

“Ok, you win Wonnie. But I’m choosing what we’re going to eat then” - you left the room running with your phone in hand

“ Yah! come back here that’s not fair! Y/N!! You know I won’t go behind you” - he shouted to you

“I know! That’s why I’m already ordering!” - you shouted back at him, laughing at your lazy boyfriend.

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[daegustreetlights]

Sub! Hyungwon

warnings: straight up cg/l, it aint even masked. he also says mama/papa like, once, so i guess there’s a mommy/daddy kink warning that needs to be popped in here too

• just a smol psa before I really get into this?? these ideas came about when I was discussing a polyamorous relationship with sub! mx and have been built around those circumstances

• ‎upon first glance, hyungwon is among the most well-behaved boys. he hardly ever kicks up much of a fuss and does his best to help you out with whatever he can

• ‎he's submissive, sure, but when you're not home or you're busy, he takes on more of a dominant role with the other boys to uphold the dynamic that helps things flow so smoothly

• ‎and he's surprisingly good at it?? so much so that some of the others (namely hyunwoo and honey) have taken quite the shining to him

• ‎he tends to his chores without complaint, he follows any and all rules down to the 't.' if he's got free time, he'll keep to himself or curl up with you to nap

• ‎he's quiet and very respectful and just?? a best boy by nature, ya feel??

• ‎this is due largely in part to the fact that the relationship you share with him and the others is far from conventional and extremely taxing. coming home from work to seven rowdy boys yelling and wreaking havoc every day can't be an easy thing to deal with and he wants to lessen that burden as much as possible

• ‎he's such a sweetheart it's kind of ridiculous. he's always murmuring soft words of praise or thanking you for little things because he really does appreciate everything you do for them

• ‎he'll bring you snacks when you're working from home and rub your shoulders as he reads what you're typing on your laptop over your shoulder

• ‎he'll drag you off to watch movies with him and the others when he feels like you're overexerting yourself, face lighting up when he sees the warm smile that graces your lips when you crawl into the quaint pillow fort they all threw together

• ‎he doesn't ask for much and his preferences kind of reflect that

• ‎he doesn't indulge in fine things like kihyun, doesn't appreciate lace and silky makeup the way he does

• ‎he likes sweets but doesn't crave them the way honey and hyunwoo seem to

• ‎he has plushies, but they're nothing compared to the flood of them that overwhelms hoseok's bed (seriously, is there even a bed under there anymore?? or did he get rid of it in favor of sleeping on a pile of soft, multicolored fur?)

• ‎he has a small box of things he keeps tucked away for emergencies. two thick, heavy blankets, a few sets of pastel pajamas with delicate designs on them and a single teddybear onesie, some cute hair clips and ties, and some coloring books

• ‎i say in case of an emergency because that's usually the only time he slips into something other than subspace

• ‎sometimes the responsibilities he's chosen to take on become overwhelming and the only way he can handle it is if he regresses for a little while

• ‎the instances where he does regress are so few and far between that he doesn't even realize it's happening

• ‎and it hits?? really hard??

• ‎like, one minute he's fine and the next his eyes are big and watery and he's fisting the hem of his shirt so tight his knuckles turn white. he let's out a watery "m-mama/p-papa" and you kNOW its coming so you just kinda

• ‎drop everything

• ‎just scoop him up as best you can and waddle off to your room so the transition is a little easier

• ‎little wonnie is sad wonnie, he needs to be held for a long time and loved on. he wants to be spoiled and pampered because he doesn't actively seek that type of affection when he isn't in that headspace

• ‎it's so bad it even affects the other boys a little bit. seeing him sad makes their hearts ache and they'll come knocking at your door mere minutes later, bearing their favorite things in the hopes of brightening his mood a bit

• ‎he'll just sit on your lap for a while, face buried in your chest as he plays subconsciously with the hem of your shirt. it's wet where his face is because he's been crying on and off for the past ten minutes

• ‎when he finally calms down, he just wants to put on his bear onesie and be close to you, wants you to play with his hair and put it up in a cute lil ponytail with his favorite bands and clips (he’s?? so cute?? it makes him giggle when he goes to look at it in the mirror because it feels funny and looks a lil silly, too. it’s like a lil pink tree!!)

• ‎he waddles out of the room shortly thereafter, seeking out someone to play with

• ‎even in littlespace he's quiet and polite?? he'll spread out across the kitchen floor, humming a made-up toon as he colors or plays quietly with hyunwoo

• ‎he'll excitedly call you over to show you whatever he's drawn or the things they've built, and after he's had his fill, he'll put everything back just as neatly as he found it

• ‎he's very, very clingy tho

• ‎he'll crawl on your lap whenever he can or drape himself across your back, arms winding themselves so tightly around your waist that you couldn't pry him off even if you wanted to

• ‎he wants!! cuddles!! and kisses!! all the time, every second of the hour

• ‎he just giggles when you cup his face and pepper them across his skin. he's the sweetest little thing I'm :(((

• speaking of sweets??? that's the only thing he wants right now?? outside of little space, he doesn't have much of a sweet tooth so you don't have much of an issue with allowing him to indulge a little bit

• a few suckers and a little bit of chocolate never hurt anyone anyway

• and it's not like he's gonna spoil his appetite?? he gave most of what you offered him to the other boys

• like i said, he's still very sweet :((((( maybe even more so when he's feeling little, he just wants everyone to be hAPPY

• he ends up staying like this for the better part of the day, until whatever has been bothering him is no longer bearing down on the shoulders of his "big" self

• he crashes hard that night, a look of sweet content gracing his features as he curls up in the middle of a pile of big bodies assembled under the roof of a pillow fort - this one made just for him

• in short, he is the sweetest, softest, most loving baby in the whole world and he deserves nothing but love and kisses

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sub drop — monsta x

request: Hey so I'm not entirely sure if you accept reaction requests if not then a headcanon is fine I was wondering how a male reader would take care of sub monsta x during a sub drop possibly a mix of for some it's their first ever sub drop and for others it's not, tysm n ily!!

a/n: sorry this took forever 😭😭 i hope you like it :,)

word count: 1.8k

content: sub!monsta x, none are smutty :), sub drop obviously, use of a safeword (minhyuk’s part), aftercare, just general sub/dom things,

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he can’t shake the feeling. he tries to just get over it, because while he obviously knows you care about him, he’s doesn’t want to let you know that anything is wrong. and he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him.

it’s just that every time you’ve been holding him close, objectifying him in a way that he adores, making him feel like all he has to be is pretty to be worthy of praise, it doesn’t feel like it should. he’s so used to pressure, pressure, pressure. he’s used to high expectations, and he’s used to working hard because he can’t let people down. he’s always been adored, but with you, he doesn’t have to work for it.

and yet, it doesn’t have the same kick that it used to. he doesn’t get the high, airy, “in the clouds” feeling, at least not recently. he knows you can sense it, he’s a good actor but he’s not that good of an actor, and you can see it in his eyes. he’s getting uncomfortable and nervous.

“sweet bear,” you murmur as you wrap your arms around him, “what’s been going on with you? is everything alright?”

“i’m okay,” he responds blankly, but he holds you tightly like he doesn’t ever want to let you go, “i just haven’t been feeling great about… you know what recently.”

“ah, then that could be my fault. i need to take care of you better afterward. how about tonight we just relax, not as dominant and submissive, but just as lovers?”

“okay.”

lee hoseok/wonho:

you find him with tears on his cheeks as he cries silently. he either sobs unimaginably loud and buries himself into your arms for hours on end, or he’s quiet in your room with soft sniffles and hiccups heard from the other side of the door.

but he just lies there, crying. he looks so out of it, but in the worst way possible. he looks miserable, wallowing in the feelings that he’s silently submerged himself in hopes that you wouldn’t have to see him like this.

“hoseok, darling,” your words fill the room, and he’s suddenly so suffocated by all the darkness.

“please- i- please make it stop.”

you’re by his side in a second, “make what stop, baby?” he shakes his head, pulling you by your wrist onto the bed so you’re as close to him as possible as he cuddles and wraps himself around you like you’re a teddy bear, “sweetheart,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he sighs comfortably with you close to him and playing with his hair always made him feel sleepy.

as the tears begin to stop, you lull him to sleep with little whispered nothings, “i love you, sweetheart. please let me know whenever you start to feel bad, okay? i want to be here for you.”

lee minhyuk:

it’s not like it never happens, but it’s still so unusual that it confuses him every time. it creeps up on him slowly until he’s lying beneath you, all dazed and under your control, with a sudden ache in his stomach. it’s anxiety and nervousness that he has no reason to be feeling, but he does.

he knows you wouldn’t want him to hide it, so he calls the safeword immediately, and the change in your expression and demeanor makes his heart swoon just a little bit. suddenly he’s free from the restraints and in your arms and you’re whispering sweet things to him, rubbing his chest to soothe the marks you’d left earlier.

“it's happening again,” he groans, “the thing we had talked about a while ago. when i started feeling bad all of a sudden.”

“ahh, okay. thanks for telling me, sweetheart,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “what i can do right now to help, besides the obvious aftercare stuff?”

“please just- tell me you didn’t mean the things you said to me.”

his plea makes your heart shatter just a bit, but you keep it together for his sake, “i meant none of it. you’re the most important and sweetest angel in my life, my darling sun. i could never mean it. you’re such a sweet soul, my perfect little vita-min,” he smiles softly, feeling so high and light, “i love you, min. don’t forget it.”

he's not mentally there enough to say it back, but you can feel it in the way he moves to hold your hand. you take it, and never let him go.

yoo kihyun:

kihyun is a good communicator… most of the time. he’s mostly gotten past the instinct to bury his feelings down and just deal with whatever’s happening because that had upset you in the past and he doesn’t like making you upset.

but he didn’t know how to verbalize these feelings that had slowly overtaken him. he’s never felt these paralyzing and hellish feelings before, they crept upon him, and the moment you were out that door, they hit him like a ton of bricks.

he wants to call out your name, he wants to cry, but he doesn’t. he can’t. he just lies there, swallowed up by the sheets as he suffocates on his own feelings.

“hey,” you whisper, catching his attention. he’s startled by your call, and you can see in his reaction and nervousness that he isn’t alright.

but he’s still kihyun, and this vulnerability he didn’t get to allow himself to show leaves him anxious, he doesn’t have a sense of control over his lack of control and it makes him uncomfortable.

“kihyun, baby, you’re alright,” you murmur as you kiss his forehead, “you’re okay. you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, just tell me what you need. do you want me here with you? or would you rather me go sit in the other room?”

“with me,” he groans, offering up a spot on the bed next to him, “i want to hold you,” he says. he looks so small right now, especially because his fiery, intense, yet loving personality is just so big that you forget that he’s this fragile little thing sometimes. in that moment, all you felt like doing was holding him tightly and never letting go, protecting him from all the bad things and bad feelings.

but that wasn’t what he wanted. he’s still your kihyun, and this is his way of feeling better, “okay,” you say, “hold me close, will you?”

chae hyungwon:

hyungwon is naturally kind of embarrassed that he’s submissive to you. he hides it well, but he still asks that it not be brought up to any extent in conversation that involves other people. to the world, hyungwon is the one in control, and only behind closed doors does he fall to his knees for you.

but, still, that nervousness and shyness and anxiety eats away at him, makes him feel small and unconfident, and he starts to distance himself emotionally whenever he’s unhappy for any reason. you had done nothing wrong, but hyungwon still hasn’t found peace with the nature of your relationship.

it’s not that he’s deprived of what he wants, but being yours is what he wants, he just can’t stand for anyone else to know that.

and so these bad feelings manifest every now and then, but you and him are used to them. he gives himself a few hours to wallow in them, to truly feel them, and then he asks for a cute little date night as a reminder that your relationship is built off of love and not just dominance over him.

and of course, he requests that you sweet talk him the whole night, “i love you, wonnie. don’t ever believe otherwise, you hear me? you’re my perfect little butterfly, so tall and gorgeous and sweet and kind and loving and absolutely perfect. there’s nothing i don’t adore about you.”

it seems to do the trick.

lee jooheon:

he can’t tell when it happens, but you spot it every time. he becomes somewhat hostile towards you, of course, the feelings aren’t exactly what he wants to feel but he can’t help the amount to which he just becomes harsh and closed off.

but he still listens, still smiles faintly when you hold his hand, “jooheon, sweetheart, im sorry we’ve been neglecting your needs to the point where you feel this way, can you please just talk to me? can you tell me how you feel?”

“i- i don’t feel good. i don’t feel good about anything we do usually, and i’m stuck on why. i’m not hurt, you took care of me well after every session. and i’m just-”

he doesn’t finish his sentence, but you find the right words for him, “frustrated that you don’t understand your feelings?”

“yeah… yeah that’s about right. i’m not mad at you, i just- im mad that i don’t understand why i feel so bad right now.”

“joo, baby, this isn’t irrational or not normal. it’s completely fine to feel like this, and in fact, i’m glad you’re so in tune with your feelings that you’re really trying to understand and feel them completely. hiding them won’t do anything.”

“so- what do we do now?” he asks.

“whatever you want, my sweet bee. you come first tonight.”

im changkyun/i.m:

it had been days since the session, and yet the bad feelings wait to hit him when he’s making breakfast for himself, without you there. he’s not at home and won’t be for a while, and subsequently doesn’t have you there with him.

with the time difference that he forgot to take into account, you’re asleep when he calls. he tries to apologize heavily for waking you up, but since he woke you up, you’re not letting him hang up unless he tells you why he called.

“i didn’t feel well emotionally all of a sudden, and i just wanted to be with you,” he murmurs, and it shatters all of your tired little heart, “and this is the best i’ve got right now. i’m sorry for bothering you while you were asleep, my love.”

“don’t apologize for prioritizing your needs, kyun. do you want to talk?”

“not… really??”

“alright, then i’ll stay on the call with you. im gonna try to go back to sleep, but please let me know if you want to talk. no sleep is more important than my angel.”

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[kyunsies]

my fave physical feature on hyungwon? that's tough bc all of him is wonderful but i think i have to say his lil nose and lip freckles. the nose freckles are usually hidden behind makeup but his lip freckle tends to peep through whatever tint they put on him and it's the cutest absolutely destroys me guaranteed wreckage. it's just a lil cute dot on his pretty lips (on a serious note it's one of the features that humanizes him bc no matter what his lip freckle is always there regardless of makeup)

HI EZRA :) this is perhaps the loveliest thing 🥺 wonnie really does have the CUTEST lil button nose, doesn’t he?? and the LIP FRECKLE YES!!!! i just love all types of moles and freckles and everything in between 🥰 he’s the prettiest boy ;; i think one of my favorite features on him are those beautiful choco eyes too!! they’re such a cute shape and i love when they crinkle when he laughs OH WE ARE SOFT FOR ONE (1) MAN

what’s your favorite physical feature on your mx bias?

#asks #pansyhorizon #all the love for this tol man 🥺🥺

[bebestay]

No matter what, this group is a family and it’s the smallest actions that show how much they care for each other.

1. At the dorm

Wonho knocked on Haewon’s door, slightly worried since she hadn’t left it the whole day.

“WonWon, you okay? None of the guys have seen you today,” he said.

He heard the door unlock and saw it open. He was taken aback when he saw her wearing a green mud mask and her hair up in a messy bun.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you guys,” she said. “It’s just been a rough week.”

“Do you want company?” She tilted her head. “The others went out to dinner, but I’m a little under the weather. Movie night?”

She thought about it for a minute, leaning against the doorframe.

“Can I paint your nails?” She asked.

“If I get to use your face mask and pick the movie.”

“Deal.”

-

The others returned an hour later, finding Haewon and Wonho in the dimly lit living room with pizza boxes and soda cans covering the coffee table. Wonho was eating another slice on the couch as she painted his toes from the floor.

“And why weren’t we invited?” Minhyuk joked, turning on the main lights.

“You guys weren’t here,” the girl replied as she capped the polish. “Okay, don’t move for like thirty minutes.”

“No problem,” Wonho mumbled through a mouthful of food.

“If you really wanna join us, go get changed and pick out a face mask. We haven’t been paying attention to the movie, so we have to start over.” She held up the nail polish. “I got more colors if you guys want.”

“Me next!” Changkyun chuckled as he threw his jacket on the other couch. “How many shades of black do you have?”

“Matte or glossy?”

“There’s a difference?”

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2. At a fansign

Haewon sat at the end of the table, going through a goodie bag a fan gave her. She found some hair clips and hair ties, greatly contrasting their current concept. Looking to her right, her eyes fell to Hyungwon before falling to the hair ties. Opening the packet, she placed a few on her wrist and got out of her seat.

Making her way behind Hyungwon, she waved to the fan in front of him and motion for her to say nothing. The fan chuckled and complied as Haewon started to mess with his hair.

“What are you doing, Wonnie?” He asked, not even turning around to see her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughed.

For the next few minutes, Haewon tugged at Hyungwon’s hair until it turned into two small pigtails. She reached in front of him and took a sticker sheet filled with hearts, and placed two on his cheeks. Satisfied, she walked away and back to her seat. Making it back just in time for a fan to sit in front of her.

“Eh?!” Hyungwon exclaimed after Kihyun handed him a mirror. “Haewon!”

She leaned back to meet his eyes and gave him a smug smile, Monbebe laughing along with them.

-

As the fansign came to a close, Haewon was surprised to see that Hyungwon didn’t removed the pigtails or the stickers. However, she did attempt to avoid him and whatever wrath he has. Her tiny legs were no match for his long strides as he quickly pulled her into a hug as revenge. 

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3. On a VLive

Jooheon was live from his studio, sulking over the low amount of viewers. A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” he called out. Haewon peeked her head in before showing off a bag of take-out. “What are you doing here?”

“Kihyun said you’d be home late, and I was upset the movie Monday was forgotten.”

“I’m sorry. I lost track of time.” Jooheon leaned back in his chair, running his hands down his face. “Come here, say hi to Monbebe.”

“Hello!” She chimed as she came into frame. A black face mask covered the lower half of her face. “Sorry to intrude, I didn’t know you were doing a broadcast.”

“You’re not intruding. Now come on, sit.”

Haewon pulled up the extra chair and started to unpack the bag as Jooheon continued to read the comments.

“Haewon, what’s it like rooming with the group?” He read out loud.

“Eh? Oh...um, it’s fun really. We just moved to a new dorm and I room with Kihyun now. He’s usually never in the room,” she said, pulling down her face mask.

“I still think you should’ve gotten your own room. Wonho and Kihyun could’ve shared.”

“While, yes, it was nice to have my own room. I like having a room buddy. I need someone to annoy with my 3 a.m. existential crisis.”

“Then why didn’t you room with Changkyun?”

“We all know that boy doesn’t wear pants. I don’t need that to be the first thing I see every morning.”

--- 4. Abroad

Kihyun sat in his hotel room, looking out the window. He was told to stay in the hotel as the rest of the group went about their set schedule. The rest of the group should be at rehearsals for the award show, and he felt a little upset that he wasn’t there.

His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of his room door. Turning his head, he was surprised to see Haewon there with two drinks and her backpack.

"Shouldn’t you be at rehearsal?” He asked.

“Our call time isn’t for another hour, I got time.” She walked over and handed him one of the drinks. “They went to lunch just up the road, and I wanted to spend it with you.”

-

“Are you sure?” She asked, placing down her sandwich.

“I’m 100% sure, Queenie. You’ve been working on your vocals for so long, and you haven’t had the chance to shine. Take my part and show them what you’re made of.”

“It’s not that I don’t doubt myself, it’s just...I’m scared of all the comparison. You’re THE voice of the group, and I sing just as much as Hyungwon or Minhyuk, but I don’t see as much demand for more lines as they do.”

“Is that what this is about? You not getting more chances to sing?” Kihyun reached over and placed a hand on her knee. “I thought we’ve settled this before. It doesn’t matter how many lines you have. What matters is that you’re on that stage and giving it your all. So, take my part and prove it.”

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5. Award Shows

Arriving at the venue, the group started to exit the van and Haewon stayed for last. Shownu removed his jacket and held it open for her, blocking the view from the cameras as she exited. Smoothing her skirt down, she smiled up at the leader as he put it back on. He held out his hand to her and took it to lead her down the path.

They stopped for pictures and press before heading inside to take their seats. Greeting the other artists as they passed, Wonho felt Haewon grab his arm as she tripped on her heels.

“I knew it was gonna happen at least once,” she mumbled as they sat down.

“You were the one who wanted to dress more like a girl again,” he chuckled, removing his jacket and giving it to her to drape across her lap.

“Remind me again why I did that.”

-

As they went up to the stage to receive their reward, Haewon stood at the back while Shownu said his speech. The other members of the maknae line pulled her forward so that she could be seen. They kept their hands on her shoulder as Kihyun passed her the award for her to hold.

She never knew what to say if ever she found her way to the mic. Thankfully, the boys knew that as well.

Jooheon helped lead her off stage as soon as Shownu finished the speech. She stopped to hand the award to a stage hand for it to be placed in a box to be sent to the company before running to catch up with the boys.

Catching up to Minhyuk just as her heel twisted, he caught her and hooked their arms together. He pulled her closer as they passed Stray Kids, jokingly sending a glare to Junghwa and made him laugh.

“You know that fans are going to take that way differently,” she laughed.

“Whatever,” he responded, motioning her to sit in the middle of the group.

With Hyungwon to her left and Minhyuk to her right, she was completely covered by their coats on her lap and heard hilarious side commentary for the rest of the night.

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