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1liv · 2 years ago
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WOO DO-HWAN in 'BLOODHOUNDS'
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hanluex · 1 year ago
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♡ I LOVE YOU — KIM GUNWOO
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bf!gunwoo x gn!reader | wc : 0.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, established relationship | loki's lines — here is my bloodhounds debut, hope y’all enjoy! follow @geonwooz for more!
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“jagiya, look here. i'll take your picture!”
gunwoo smiled, always excited to snap your pictures whenever you two went out on your little dates.
it was a hobby of his; to take as many pictures of you as he could every time you two went out.
you shook your head, moving out of the camera frame, before looking at your boyfriend with a disgruntled expression.
“jagiya, what’s wrong?”
“i don’t have any pictures of you.”
a confused pout appeared on gunwoo’s face, and it took your all to not just squish his cheeks and kiss him then and there.
“but what does that have to do with me taking your picture?” he asked softly, his phone now in his pocket, as he moved closer to you.
you couldn’t help but smile at his words, finding him absolutely endearing. “you always take pictures of me, but i never get to take any of yours,” you explained.
gunwoo shrugged, still pouting. “you know i don’t like cameras, jagi,” he stated, a fact you already knew before he even shared it.
“yeah, but i don’t have any pictures of you to look at when i miss you.”
“oh.”
“you have tons of pictures of me,” you continued, unaware of how your words reddened your boyfriend’s cheeks. “but i only have that one picture of you in front of your mother’s new café.”
gunwoo chuckled, knowing there was no way out of an argument with you. “okay, okay. you can take a picture of me then,” he mumbled, standing awkwardly.
a gleeful laugh left your lips as you clapped, excited to finally take a proper picture of your boyfriend — aka snap your soon-to-be lock screen.
kim gunwoo smiled to himself as he watched you place your hand on his shoulders, pushing him into his position as you checked for a pleasant background.
technically, he moved as you pushed him because there was no way you would’ve been able to nudge him out of place by yourself.
with a wide grin, you took a couple of steps back, absolutely pleased with how everything looked on camera. well, almost everything. the only thing that seemed out of place was the frown on your boyfriend’s face.
“gunwoo-ya. are you standing next to kim myeonggil?” you asked, brows furrowed at the way he was looking at the camera.
the brunet looked around, confused as to why you asked him that. “no?” he carefully answered, wondering why you were sulking.
“then why do you look like it’s the worst day of your life? smile a little, please!”
gunwoo took a deep breath, following your commands as he cracked a smile, and posed for the camera; however, even that didn’t seem to satisfy you.
he was smiling so naturally all this time when we were together; why does he get awkward when the camera is on him?
“i look awkward, don’t i, jagiya?” gunwoo asked, realizing his awkwardness was definitely showing with the way he posed.
he wasn’t used to posing for photos like this, and it definitely showed, but of course, being his girlfriend, you weren’t about to give up on him like that.
“nope, not at all. you look great.”
“ah, okay, then.”
“gunwoo-ya,” you called gently, getting your boyfriend’s attention. “i love you.”
as cheeky as your method was, the result absolutely warmed your heart.
as soon as he heard those words, kim gunwoo broke into the soft smile you were always used to seeing, his eyes shaped like little crescents with the way he smiled too hard.
you quickly snapped the picture, quickly running to your boyfriend to show him the result.
gunwoo never knew anyone could be so excited to take his photo, and he only found himself falling for you harder when he saw you immediately make his picture your lock screen.
you looked at your boyfriend, smiling widely as you showed him your phone, unaware of the thoughts that were running through his mind.
before you could even process it, gunwoo placed his lips upon yours, capturing them in a chaste kiss, replying to the words you told him earlier.
“and i love you.”
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yuna542 · 1 year ago
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›Bad Idea<
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Pairing: Hong Woojin × Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers
Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, Fem!Reader, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names,, hate sex, ANGST, overstimulation, thigh riding
Word Count: 8.5k
Note: That’s the last Part of a Story that I really enjoyed writing. No worries I‘m already working on another Story about Bloodhounds. The chokehold these guys have on me is unreal… Hope you liked the Story. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always a blessing. Stay healthy and much love! ~Sky
Summary: As Gunwoo‘s little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And you suddenly have to ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?
Chapter 7:
The Secret
The very next evening you were waiting in front of his apartment and when he saw you there, he frowned.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, and you braced yourself from the wall you had been leaning against.
"I'm bored," you said monotonously, and his gaze was already glued to the hem of your short skirt.
"So what?"
"Wanna fuck?"
"Sure."
Already you stumbled into his apartment, ripped the clothes from each other and between heated kisses and greedy touches, you threw aside your cell phone where Gunwoo tried to call.
A few hours later you came moaning on top of him as you rode his dick. As he painted your walls white with a hand around your neck, pressing you onto his throbbing dick, you climbed off of him and snuggled up to him.
"You know..fucking you almost made me reconsider whether i hate you or not," he said, pulling you into his arms and leaning his chin into the crook of your neck as he stroked his fingers over your bare stomach.
"Oh really? What's the verdict?" you asked, wiggling even closer to his chest. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and his hair tickled your neck as he did so, making you giggle.
"Hmm..nope not even a little less."
A little offended, you turned around so you could face him. You pouted and stroked your fingers down his chest.
"Not even a little? Let's see if we can change that... Round two?"
Your suggestive smile and the way you raised an eyebrow made him smirk. The warmth in his eyes enveloped you and you never wanted to get out of his bed again if he stayed here with you.
"If you're asking me that naked and all sexy, I don't think I can resist," he replied charmingly, stroking the contours of your face as if it were an expensive sculpture he couldn't get enough of.
You winced with a chuckle as he pinched your side and pulled you closer again. Your lips collided and you kissed him until you couldn't breathe.
That's exactly how it went every time.
You were still a trio. You Gunwoo's annoying little sister and Woojin the chaotic good-for-nothing best friend. You argued, pounced at each other and never missed an opportunity to show that you didn't like each other.
But as soon as you were alone, you leaped upon each other.
The fact that your meetings were a secret between you made it even more exciting.
You slept together all the time. The smallest arguments made you tear off your clothes and throw yourselves on each other, fucking in heat and with no hesitation. It was the best sex you ever had and you were actually happy when you were with him.
However, it didn't go unnoticed for long. It started one night when Gunwoo was looking for a movie in Woojin's room to borrow from him and instead pulled out your black lace bra from between his pillows. That combined with the scratch marks that were increasingly reflected on Woojin's back, and was mockingly acknowledged by his training partners, Gunwoo put one and one together.
"Who is it? Who is this girl? Are you together?"
He had been bugging Woojin until he admitted that there was indeed someone. However, he would die before he told him that it was his sister.
"So like... Do you like her or something?", he asked out of nowhere a few months later as he helped Woojin train. He held the punching bag and looked at his friend, who froze in motion.
"Why would you think that? How could you think that?" asked Woojin, the sweat on his forehead doubling.
"Because you keep daydreaming and you barely have time outside of training... You must spend a lot of time with her," he said and Woojin shook his head as he punched a little stronger than necessary.
"We're just fucking. Nothing special. I don't even like her, actually."
Gunwoo had nodded, wanting to let the subject go. After all, he didn't understand it anyway. Woojin was so secretive that he didn't want to bug him further. Still, Woojin kept talking, between strained gasps as he punched the punching bag:
"I don't know. Really. This has been going on for a while now. The sex is incredible, but she keeps driving me crazy. We can't be in the same room without me getting restless and my heart jumping out of my chest."
The younger one pressed his lips together and tried to stifle a knowing smile. Later, as they sat together on the rooftop, winding down the day with protein shakes and fresh dumplings, Woojin said:
"I think I have come to a conclusion".
Gunwoo looked at him and asked with his mouth full, "Which is?"
"I am allergic to her"
He snorted in disbelief and choked on his shake.
"Wait... what?" escaped him between gasps and coughs.
But Woojin just nodded insistently, "I am allergic to her..."
It was almost like being in a bad romance movie. You couldn't be with or without each other. Endless arguments over the stupidest things every day, that ended with the most amazing sex every night. One minute you were ready to kill each other and the next you were sneaking off to have sex.
No matter when and no matter where.
You were addicted to each other and at this point, you could say you were only arguing and maybe even using each other just to fuck. You tried everything to keep it a secret from your brother. But you also became careless as time passed.
Finally, in addition to your underwear, he found a shirt that he had given you, where you had left it in Woojin's bed. Of course, he had recognized it immediately and before Woojin could explain anything, Gunwoo snapped and had given him a strong punch in the face.
He was furious that you had kept it a secret from him for so long and he was very very stunned that such a thing had happened behind his back all this time.
Now Woojin sat on your couch and you pressed a bag of frozen peas on the bridge of his swollen nose.
"He got you pretty good..." you said affectedly, and you felt guilty. After all, you were partly to blame.
Gunwoo and Woojin had randomly come in, Woojin had bled all over your apartment after your brother had hit him unannounced in the middle of the nose, and after that he had brought him here to have someone take care of his bloody nose and most likely to confront you.
Since then, your brother had been pacing back and forth in front of you, trying to calm himself down. He could have guessed it. At the latest when Woojin was so interested that one afternoon. Gunwoo and he had made ramen on the roof of his apartment. A little ritual where they just chatted and let the training day end.
"I can't stand it at home anymore," he sighed, dropping into the chair next to Woojin.
"What's wrong?" asked Woojin, stirring the pot.
"Y/N's girlfriend is visiting and they talk all day! Without a break and I have to listen to everything even in my room... They're so loud!", he sighed exhaustedly and Woojin patted him sympathetically on the shoulder.
"Even in the kitchen, you're not safe from the chatter... I hear things really I don't want to know."
Interested, Woojin raised his eyebrows and paused.
"What do you mean? What are they talking about?"
"Don't make me remember," Geonwoo sighed, and that's when his best friend elbowed him in the side.
"You can't start and then not tell the details."
Gunwoo stretched, groaning, as if the coming words would cause him physical pain.
"I suspected she was seeing someone. She's rarely home. Sneaks at her room abnormally early in the morning and lately she's even humming when she's working at the store. It's really creepy by now," he began, and Woojin had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning widely.
"Anyway, I overheard her talking about it with her friend in the kitchen. She said it was the best sex of her life, but wouldn't say with whom..."
Gunwoo shook himself in disgust and took over stirring the ramen. The corners of Woojin's mouth slowly lifted and he tried not to ask too suspiciously.
"Best sex of her life? That's what she said?"
"Yeah... It was disgusting enough, can you please not repeat it?" he asked and Woojin nodded quickly, though he would have loved to hear more. Inwardly, he was as happy as a little kid who got an ice cream cone as a reward for a good grade.
Even as he had beamed the rest of the evening, Gunwoo had suspected nothing. You could both see how sorry he was. He really hadn't meant to hurt Woojin. But it had also been wrong of you to lie to him for so long.
The two most important people in his life had lied to him for months and abused his trust.
"Gunwoo..." you began carefully, meekly, but he interrupted you:
"No! Don't! I'm not angry... But I can't be around you right now. I need to focus on the fight."
That came on top of it, too. Gunwoo had an important fight in the next few days that he had been training for for months.
"That's okay. Talk to me when you're ready, bro. I'm gonna go now...", Woojin said and stood up.
He looked at the peas in confusion and held the bag out to you a bit dorkily.
"You can keep those," you said in an occupied voice, and he nodded. When he disappeared through the door, you stood up too and gave your brother a worried look.
He ruffled his hair and ran both hands wearily through his face.
Chapter 8:
The Date
Over the next few days, things calmed down a bit. Gunwoo seemed to come to terms with it. At least he didn't mention it anymore. At his boxing match, you were both there cheering him on. The friendship between the two boxers was too strong after all and the they needed each other. They were inseparable and even you couldn't destroy that.
Later that day you celebrated his victory and while you ate pork belly, laughed and carelessly spent time together as before, your guilty conscience gradually faded away. Before you could say goodbye to Woojin in front of the restaurant and run home with Gunwoo, he held you back by the hand.
Questioningly, you looked up at him and that's when Gunwoo said:
"I'll go ahead and wait for you."
Gratefully, you gave him a curt look, which he returned with a smile before walking out of earshot.
"He's not mad at us anymore. That's good," Woojin said, kicking a pebble into the road.
"What's wrong?" you asked curiously, watching him squirm around for a while before he managed to look you in the eye.
"Do you want to do something tomorrow?"
You furrowed your eyebrows in wonder.
"Sure. I can come over if..."
"No... Not just to fuck. I'd like to spend time with you. Outside, get something to eat, and then go to the park?"
Completely perplexed, your mouth was open and you looked at him as if he'd suggested you jump off a cliff.
"The weather is supposed to be nice..."
Since you didn't answer, he became more and more uncertain. You looked for sarcasm or some malice, but nothing came. He just looked nervous. He cursed himself and swallowed hard as he stared at the floor. Why the hell was he so restless?
"Nevermind. That was a stupid idea. Just forget about it," he dismissed it, wanting to turn around and just disappear.
Unconsciously, you grabbed his sleeve and he turned back to you. Confused, yet with hope in his eyes that sprouted like the first snowdrops in spring.
"No. That's a nice idea. Will you pick me up?"
His face lit up and he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"Uh, yeah. At two?"
"I'll help out at the store until three, then we can get going."
"Sounds good."
Silently, you just looked at each other. Nothing around you seemed to matter. The traffic, the people pushing past you on the sidewalk, and even the cloud pushing in front of the sun.
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," you repeated, and as soon as you caught up with Gunwoo, your cheeks glowed and your stomach did flips. He said nothing. He just smiled and put an arm around your shoulders as you turned into the street to your apartment.
While you waited for Woojin to pick you up, the same question played incessantly in your mind:
Was that a date?
Something inside you hoped so. As you took off your apron and checked your hair in the mirror, you heard the store door and Woojin's voice.
You almost cried out, you were so tense.
You had put on some makeup, were wearing a red summery dress because you knew that was his favorite color, and when you heard how happy your mom was about his visit, you felt warm. When you stepped out into the store, his eyes were immediately on you. His face lit up and his eyes wandered endlessly along your curves.
"Hey..." you said a little meekly.
"Hey. You look beautiful," he said, not knowing what to do with his hands. It was weird not meeting just to sleep with each other.
"Thanks... You too," you replied, and he really did. He was wearing ripped jeans and a tank top, so you could probably stare at his muscular arms all day. Your mom was obviously surprised by the sudden niceness between you and looked back and forth, puzzled.
"Shall we?" he asked, and you nodded. Before you could say goodbye to your mom, she came rushing out from behind the counter and thrust a bag into your hand.
"There's a little snack in there. Have a nice day," she said, placing a hand affectionately on Woojin's cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"Thank you very much Mrs Kim." he said enthusiastically and it was heartwarming how happy he was. You knew by now that he didn't have a very good relationship with his parents. That's why he looked up to your mother and enjoyed the affection she gave him.
As soon as you walked side by side through the streets, directly towards the park, a strange silence spread. It was completely absurd to spend time with Woojin without arguing. Birds were chirping and the park was decorated like a painting in various shades of green.
On the way, you picked up an iced coffee and eventually chatted as if it were a normal thing to be together. Only without Gunwoo. It was new how much you laughed even just the two of you and before you knew it half the day was over.
In the park, you spread out your jackets and lay down under a tree, through whose branches scattered rays of sunlight hit the earth and warmed your faces.
Although you thought it was supposed to be weird, it seemed perfectly normal as he put an arm around you and you snuggled up to him. You ate the donuts your mom had packed for you and teased each other until you fought over the last piece.
He may have been a good boxer, yet you were winning. At least that's what you thought as you proudly shoved the last piece into your mouth and he watched you, fondly smiling.
After a while, watching the sky, you asked:
"What do we do now?"
He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at you.
"What do you mean?“
"I mean, what is it between us?" you asked, as that question circled you over and over.
"I think we're friends?"
Friends? Was that really the right word? Did you want you guys to just be friends? You tried to tell yourself it was so perfect. With no obligations, no extra thoughts, if everything just stayed the way it was. But it felt wrong and something in you resisted it. By now you were sure: you wanted more than that.
You just didn't know what. You wanted more days like this, where you laughed together, got talked about nonsense, looked together in the sky. You even wanted more fights and arguments, if that meant falling into bed with him at the end of the day.
"Friends who sleep together regularly?"
"Exactly..."
He played with a strand of your hair and wrapped it around his finger, lost in thought. You looked up at him and his absent look made you suspicious. It was as if he wanted to say something, but didn't dare. You intertwined your fingers with his and leaned your cheek against his chest.
A couple with a dog walked by, talking animatedly.
The sudden silence became more serious than either of you wanted. You indulged your thoughts and it was almost intimate as you enjoyed the last rays of the day's sunshine snuggled together.
"I'm sure you have other people you can sleep with. You have the pretty face for it," you said to lighten the serious mood. You didn't want to deal with what could be.
What if he really just saw you as a friend? Someone to blow off steam with, but nothing more. But then why had he brought you here today, and why had the day been so nice? Was he already bored having sex with you?
"Additionally, you're a possessive little freak, but it's very endearing," you added, and he grinned in amusement.
"But I only want you."
Stunned, you looked at him and when your eyes locked, it took your breath away.
"I've gotten too attached to you already," he added quickly.
Woojin flashed another, kindly mocking grin. Teasing, as ever. He tried to keep it light. Better that than wanting too much, knowing he would never get it.
You averted your eyes again and followed the couple, arm in arm, as they watched their dog run across the park.
Was that disappointment squeezing the air out of your lungs?
"What about you?"
"Huh?"
You played with the hem of his tank top, and he slid his hand down your sides until it was firmly against your hip.
"Why do you put up with me? You obviously can't stand me. So why?"
You didn't dare look at him, afraid he might read your true thoughts and feelings from your face.
"The sex is good," you murmured, and that's when he looked up at the sky and laughed, chuckling and your body shivered excited.
"Is that all it is? Then why did you come today?"
So many questions you didn't know the answer to. You didn't know why you agreed, you just knew you wanted to. You wanted to spend time with him outside of your bed or his room.
Why wasn't clear to you.
"I don't want anyone else either. I may have started to like you," you finally blurted out and he thought his heart would burst.
"Really?"
He looked at you incredulously and straightened up a bit. Immediately you blushed with shame. All this could not be, but you could not lie. Your body betrayed you anyway.
"Stop staring at me like that, creep!" you drove at him and pushed him so that he fell on his back and looked into the leaves with a smile.
"I don't believe it... Did Y/N Kim really just admit that she likes me?" he gasped, running both hands through his hair as if you had just revealed to him that you could fly.
Immediately, you regretted being so honest with him and rolled your eyes in annoyance.
"Shut up. I said maybe. You just ruined it again," you grumbled and crossed your arms. Why did he have to be so annoying anyway?
You felt vulnerable and that was a scary feeling.
Woojin sat up again and when he saw your tense expression and the sadness you were trying to hide behind a carefree mask, the grin died.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and turned you so that you were looking at him. Then he pulled you to the floor with him until you were on top of him, his leg between your thighs, pulling you into a deep kiss.
He was gentle, loving, running his hands down your sides and letting his tongue slide over your lower lip as light as a feather. By now he didn't care at all that you were in the middle of public.
Especially when your lips were too kissable and he just wanted to litter you with kisses all day.
You buried your fingers in his hair and melted in his arms as you opened your lips and he slid his tongue into your mouth. This time, it wasn't a contest. Not a race either of you wanted to win. You were moving in unison.
Your body was made for him as he curved perfectly into his. The kiss was more intimate than anything before and full of tenderness.
You could feel his heartbeat and it was reassuring that it was racing just like yours.
Between kisses, you felt him smile and pull you closer by the hips in a demanding way. He ran his hands under your shirt, over your back, so that his fingers left a trail of heat on your soft skin.
When he lifted his leg between your thighs and brushed against your middle, you gasped involuntarily into his mouth. You almost couldn't help rocking your hips just a little. You were desperate for some sort of friction and relief. Just hearing his voice, his body so close to yours, made you tense. You began to slowly rock and sway your hips, letting out small groans and pants.
As your fingers pulled at his hair, he moved his thigh teasingly and gave more pressure directly on your covered cunt. Immediately you got wet and the desire made you roll your hips against his leg.
Embarrassed, you bit your lower lip as he bobbed his leg and grinned as he felt you heatedly rubbing your cunt against him.
"Look at you... All desperate and needy. And in public," he whispered in your ear and you whimpered softly as he rubbed his thigh harder against your cunt.
To outsiders it just looked like a couple cuddling and whispering loving words to each other.
"Woojin I can't...," you murmured tensely and he watched as your lustful face tried to keep its composure.
"Take what you need, sweetheart," he murmured to you, guiding your hips against his leg with one hand. With the other he pushed your head to the side to kiss your neck.
Time began to stop and you rolled your hips harder against his thigh. The thought that someone could catch you only sent more arousal between your legs and made your skin tingle.
He was peppering kisses down your throat, stopping to suck a pretty red mark over your pulse point.
Every shift of his hips bumped up against your throbbing core and he held you tightly by the hips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Even clothed the drag on your clit was brilliant, you knew you were going to ruin your panties but the orgasm that was coming your way was worth it.
He bounced his leg just right and watched as your hips stuttered slightly and ran one hand under your shirt to knead your breast. Too inconspicuous for anyone else to notice what he was doing, but you felt every little movement so intensely that you buried your face in his neck. With a sharp curse, your hips continued to roll against those muscular thighs and your eyebrows pinched together from the unbelievable pleasure.
Your lips traveling to his collarbone as you squeezed your cunt against him, the friction on your clit sending electricity through you and as he grinded your hips intensely against his thigh a few more times, you came with a gasp and your body trembled on his.
Satisfied, he stroked a few strands of hair out of your forehead as you calmed down and kissed your temple.
"My good girl," the boxer praised, "Do you feel better now, dollface?" he asked and you nodded slowly and sunk against him. You were too sensitive now but your hips continued to roll lazily, trying to chase the powerful release.
"Thank you..." you said and snuggled closer to his chest. He bit your neck gently, then murmured suggestively:
"You can thank me at home with your sweet pussy. After all, it's mine."
You shuddered and your eyes met. Lasciviously you grinned and you played with his waistband.
"Shall we go?"
He nodded and the lust grabbed you like a tornado, pulled you with it and left no hesitation. You walked together to his apartment, your hand firmly on your ass and as soon as you were through the door, you took off your clothes.
You didn't even made it to his bed this time.
Instead, he ended up on top of you on the couch and the romantic kisses got hot and fiery. As soon as you had your underwear off, he said impatiently:
"Turn over! On all fours!"
With glowing cheeks you did as he said and before you could prepare yourself you felt a hand firmly on your hip and him slipping out of his boxers. The sight was intoxicating as you waited on all fours, ready and willing for him. Your elbows and knees were propped up to support your weight.
"Let's see how much my doll can handle."
He licked his lips before pressing his throbbing tip against your entrance, rubbing and tapping. Fear and excitement filled your body, his tip at your entrance stretched you out already and made you gasp.
"Less talking, more fucking", you snapped.
"You little bitch," he laughed and when his tip entered you, your arms weakened immediately.
Your hands gripped tense, into the padding as he thrusted ruthlessly into you, a rasping gasp escaping him.
"Asshole," you hissed, your voice trembling with pain.
"Fuck... You're so hot when you're angry," he moaned with his hands firmly on your hips, he tucked himself deep inside you, giving you no mercy with his vicious movements. Your nosy moan echoed throughout the apartment, but you didn't have enough self-awareness to stop it. His thick cock stretched out your walls so deliciously, your pussy constricted snuggly around him. He groaned at your tightness, wet and warm all around him.
His thrusts were brutally quick, as if he was trying to win a race. Or prove a point. Your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as you lost reality. You felt your mind leave your body. You feared your brain would melt and run out of your ears as he slammed into you from behind. You swear you were dangling above yourself. His pelvis slamming against your ass, the sound of skin slapping and the squelching sound of your aching cunt filling the room.
He noticed that you've been almost cumming all over his cock, your tight walls spasming around him. With your lack of oxygen, the world slowly slipped away from you in a lustful haze. Your pussy tightened around his length as your orgasm suddenly waved over you. Your body and mind submerges into a blissful fog as your climax surrounded him. His thrusts became chaotic and messy as he felt your cum soak his cock and you moaned his name incessantly between unholy whimpers. Heavy breathing, hearts racing, muscles trembling, and sweat glistening. You were trapped in your world of lust and passion.
He let you catch your breath for a moment as he turned you around by your hips and pressed a long kiss to your lips.
"Your perfect. So perfect for me. I want that forever. I wish I could have that forever," he said, his voice wavering dangerously.
Your hands were tight against his chest and you wanted to ask what he meant, but you didn't get to as he thrusted into you again incessantly, your nails dug into his muscular shoulders, and the way he fucked you forced uncontrollable sobs from your swollen lips.
You wanted to hide your face against his chest as the next orgasm threatened to tear you apart, but he pushed you back by the shoulder and his eyes bored into yours caught in a swirl of bliss.
"I want to look at your pretty face when I cum," he gasped, and somehow the moment felt final. There was something strange in his eyes and briefly you thought you saw sadness flashing in them.
But then the next orgasm sent you into a bright light until you saw stars.
As soon as your walls clenched around him, he gasped sharply and his lips crashed against yours. He bit your bottom lip and his thrusts became incoherent as he was about to cum.
Simply kissing him in your dizzy state felt euphoric, your insides contracting,
„Fuck." he sucked in a sharp breath "Still so fuckin' tight for me."
You stared overwhelmed into his eyes, they were filled with so much passion instead of lust. But there was something else. Something that weighed heavier. It felt warm, loving and engaging. The word was on the tip of your tongue, but it weighed far too heavy to speak it or even to grasp it in your thoughts. It was a feeling you had only read about in books or seen in movies. Your heart fluttered, his stare was gentle yet his thrusts were rough as he came inside you and his eyes nearly rolling back. By now it felt like he knew your body more than you did. His tip kept on kissing your g spot, causing you to let out stuttering whimpers as he spilled into you.
"Shit..." he huffed, panting heavily. Your chest raised up and down, catching your breath.
Still buried deep inside you, he collapsed on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
You stroked your fingers along his back, along his tattoo, and he wrapped his arms around your body so tightly that you gasped.
"Woojin... Babe you're crushing me," you chocked and he immediately eased up a bit.
Without further ado, he turned so that you were on top of him, but continued to hold you as if he was afraid you might disappear if he wasn't careful.
He did not pull out of you. With your pussy still squeezing him and sucking him in so good, he just couldn’t.
"I don't want to lose you," he sighed, stroking through your hair. Looking at him a little puzzled, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more behind his words.
"I'm here," you assured him, taking his face in both hands before kissing him lovingly.
"Let's stay like this for a while. You feel so warm," he murmured and you nodded, resting your cheek against his chest. He seemed more affectionate than usual. You also noticed how desperately he'd cling to you: how he'd tightly hold your thighs at his sides, how his fingernails were digging into your skin, how deeply he was trying to bury himself into you. Looking at your flushed face, all tired out, you couldn't look any more beautiful to him even like this. He looked at how you closed your eyes to give your body a break.
He absorbed everything: your expression, your touch, your warmth, your moans, your pussy, and most of all, your affection was his at the moment. The entirety of you was his and his alone and he would not change it for anything.
The next time you looked into his eyes, there was this vulnerability that surprised you. He wanted to say so much and yet he couldn't bring himself to say a word.
He wanted to say how much he wanted you to be his, how much he had fallen in love with you. How he loved everything about you. Your laugh, the angry glint in your eye, every one of your strange mannerisms.
But that wouldn't be fair.
Not when he was soon gone.
Chapter 9:
The Dream:
Just a few days later, you walked through the door at home yawning, wanting nothing but sleep after a tiring late shift at the café.
But when you saw Gunwoo packing his bag through the door gap in his room, you became curious. You went to his room, jumped on his bed and watched him.
"What are you doing? Are you going somewhere today?" you asked, and he was already swinging his bag on his back.
"I'm just going to bring Woojin some things he left here and then help him pack."
Completely confused, you straightened up, slid to the edge of the bed, and asked:
"Packing? For what?"
Now Gunwoo looked at you just as uncomprehendingly.
"Didn't he tell you?"
"Told me what?" you drove at him a little more briskly than you intended.
"Woojin has qualified for the Amateur Boxing Championship in America."
The info threw everything inside you upside down.
"That's great! He's always dreamed of this!" you said excitedly. Gunwoo nodded vehemently.
"If he wins there, both of us might be able to compete in the World Championships soon. Wouldn't that be crazy?" he exclaimed excitedly and you followed him into the hallway where he put on his shoes.
"But what does that mean? When is he going to America? The competitions are taking place in a few months, aren't they?"
Gunwoo looked up at you and replied:
"He got an offer from a famous coach who wants to prepare him for it. He's already leaving this weekend."
"What?" you gasped in disbelief, your throat instantly tightening.
"How long will he be gone?"
"That's still unclear. Half a year until the competition in any case. What happens after that, no one knows yet. If he does well, he can go straight to the next competitions."
As exciting as it sounded, to your ears it was just a disaster. Stunned, you dropped onto the sofa as soon as Gunwoo disappeared. Woojin would be out of your life in just two days, and maybe forever. And he had told you nothing.
All night long you tossed and turned in your bed. Your chest ached at the mere thought of Woojin going to America. At the same time, your guilty conscience paralyzed you.
It was his dream to box in the professional league and it didn't seem so far-fetched now.
When the first rays of sunlight broke through your window, you still hadn't slept a wink. Sighing, you sat up in bed and made a decision. You had to see him. You had to confront him and ask him about it.
So you slipped into your jacket and shoes and left the house early in the morning. Outside his apartment, you took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.
It took a while, but finally he opened the door and looked at you in amazement. Actually, you expected him to look completely sleepy, his hair a mess and sleep still in his eyes like every morning.
He was not an early riser, and yet he stood before you, alert and wide awake.
"What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked, letting you enter. In his living room you understood why he was already awake. There was an open suitcase on the floor and around it were clothes, his passport and other things. So it was true.
You turned to him with a tense heart.
"When do you wanted to tell me?"
He was obviously uncomfortable. Sighing, he ran his hand over his face and that's when you realized how tired he actually was.
"I was going to tell you... But I didn't think you'd care."
Stunned, you walked up to him.
"What, are you serious? You were just going to disappear without saying anything?", your voice automatically became louder and he stubbornly returned your gaze.
Actually, he had been incredibly afraid. Afraid that you really wouldn't care or that you were even happy when he disappeared. That would have broke him.
Since he had received the letter, he had thought of nothing but you. Instead of saying that, he shrugged.
"We're not together."
A lump formed in your throat. Did he really care that little? Your lower lip quivered dangerously, but you forced yourself to remain calm.
"Was it really that meaningless to you? Am I just a fuck toy for you that you could use at will?" you asked, and he would have loved to scream out loud. Would have pulled you into his arms and kissed the hurt expression from your face. But he was scared and frustrated.
He was afraid of what he would do if you rejected him and even more afraid of what he was willing to do if you didn't.
"Do you care, then? Didn't you just use me for your own pleasure? Or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me, begging me to fuck you so good you forget everything else," he drove at you and you took a few steps back as his jaw twitched furiously and he stepped at you.
"What do you want me to say?" you breathed, struggling to keep your voice steady.
You didn't dare give in. The anger, desperation, and frustration mingled into a sickening taste on your tongue. You didn't know why you were so angry. It only hurt to look at him. He was going to leave and there was nothing you could do about that.
"What you feel," he replied, anger reflected in his eyes as well. He hated that he felt that way. That you had done this to him.
He felt trapped in a spider web and every movement only made him sink deeper into it.
"I can't stand you," you replied, and every word hurt like someone was pressing red-hot iron against your skin. Maybe if you denied it, the feeling would go away on its own.
He came even closer, sparkling at you with mesmerising eyes.
"You don't mean that."
"You don't know what i mean," you shot back frantically.
You could see how hurt he was. But you didn't want to ruin his dream by being selfish. If you just told him, that he meant nothing to you, he could leave without wasting another thought about you and live his dream.
That's what you wanted for him and telling him the truth would only make things complicated for him.
"It's okay. Just leave! If I never see your face again, I'll be happy," you shot back at him, something inside you breaking more with each word.
"I wish i never-" but he interrupted you by grabbing your hand.
"Don't say something you don't mean. Don't you dare," he growled, desperately looking for something to prove otherwise.
"Don't you realize? This isn't working. We're going back and forth. When we're not fighting, we're fucking. It doesn't work like that. We're like poison for each other!", you retorted, the shards of what was left in your chest digging deeper and deeper into your flesh.
"You never change, do you? You never fucking change. Always so stubborn; always thinking you're right," Woojin murmured and you wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him you didn't want to let him go.
But that would be selfish. He should chase his dream without another worry. You wanted him to be happy.
"I wish you all the best Woojin," you said, your voice finally breaking treacherously at his name. You turned quickly so he wouldn't see the first treacherous tears roll down your cheeks.
He sighed in anger before following you.
"Don't fucking walk away from me!"
He grabbed your hand and you pulled back as if he burned you with his touch.
"Stop telling me what to do!" you yelled back at him and he took a few steps back.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe all of this was a mistake. We would never work and all this is a big fucking mess. But please, before you go, tell me to my face that there's nothing between us. That I imagined all of it so I could have closure!"
All you wanted to do was cry and lash out. It felt like you were bleeding to death inside when you said:
"There's nothing there, and there never will be."
Every word was heavy as lead on your tongue and you feared your legs would give out if you looked into his desperate face for one more second. You wanted to tell him that there was so much you felt for him. That you believed you were seriously falling in love, but it would be selfish and dumb.
"All right..." he murmured, and the sadness in his eyes robbed you of the last of your hopes.
"I'm leaving now," you pressed out, and he watched as the door slammed shut behind you.
He didn't know how long he stared at the door, hoping you would come back and end the argument with a kiss, but that didn't happen.
Not this time.
Chapter 10:
The Love
With a curtain of tears obscuring your view, you stumbled home and as soon as you bursted through the door, past the confused Gunwoo, into your room, you collapsed on your bed sobbing.
Every muscle ached and you feared dying from the pain in your chest.
Putting his ear to the door, Gunwoo winced at the heart-wrenching sobs and cautiously walked in.
"Y/N?" he whispered, sitting anxiously at the edge of the bed.
You couldn't form a word, so tense was your body consumed by anger, rage, and grief. You didn't have to.
Gunwoo soothingly placed a hand on your back and pulled you closer until your head rested on his lap. Silently, he stroked your hair soothingly and was just there. Your big secure rock in the painfully raging waters. The anchor that kept you from sinking into the deep black tides of your mind.
For the next few days, you didn't leave your room. You couldn't bring yourself to touch the food your mom put on your nightstand and buried yourself under your covers, hoping you'd never have to leave your bed again.
By Saturday night, Gunwoo had had enough.
You felt the mattress beside you lower as he sat down.
"Woojin's flight leaves in an hour..." he said into the silence, as if you hadn't been counting the minutes.
"Why are you telling me this?" you grumbled into your pillow, trying to ignore the way your heart contracted painfully.
"You should tell him how you feel before it's too late."
Gunwoo's words made you look up, and as you looked at him, you realized he was dead serious.
"What, how.?“
"It's obvious. To everyone but you two idiots. You like each other and I want you to be happy. To do that, you have to tell him how you feel before he's gone."
"It's too late," you howled into your pillow as Gunwoo suddenly yanked the covers off you. The cool air against your bare legs gave you goosebumps.
"What are you doing!" you snapped at him, but he also ripped the pillow from under your head, causing your face to slam into the mattress.
"Get up! I'm taking you to the airport. Now!"
You stared at him, stunned, and slid to the edge of the bed.
"Are you serious?" you asked uneasily, and he was already tossing you a pair of jeans from your closet.
"I've never been more serious! Come on hurry up!"
So you picked yourself up, took new courage and got dressed. Excitedly, you kneaded your hands the entire car ride. At the airport, you already felt so sick that you wanted to throw up.
With Gunwoo, you ran past the many people. Like in an anthill, tons of people were scurrying around. Businessmen with suits, families with a convoys of suitcases, and groups of young people visiting relatives or were on vacation.
Hurriedly, heart pounding, you kept a lookout for Woojin, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Maybe we're too late," you gasped as Gunwoo stretched his head and kept a lookout. He was taller and thus had a better view.
But there he suddenly pointed to a counter where Woojin was about to walk through the gate.
"There he is!" he shouted. His curly head and broad shoulders clearly set him apart from the other people.
You didn't have to think for a second to sprint. Like a maniac, you pushed past the people, earning indignant stares, but nothing would stop you from reaching him.
"Woojin! Wait!" you shouted, almost running over an old man. You apologized hurriedly and kept running. He turned around in amazement and when he saw you, he took a step out of the crowd.
Your feet seemed not to touch the ground and as soon as you reached him you threw yourself into his arms so violently that he staggered back a few steps, but he held you so tightly that that you lifted off the ground.
His smell and touch glued the pieces that had once been your heart back together.
You held him so tightly and swore never to let him go. By now you had attracted the attention of most of the people around you, but that didn't stop you from sobbing in relief.
You broke away from him slightly, but only to look him in the eye. He set you down carefully and his amber eyes scrutinized you in complete wonder. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to chatter away like a waterfall:
"I'm so sorry. I was so stupid. It's totally fine if you don't feel that way, but I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you. You mean so much to me and I can't sleep, eat or breathe without you... I just didn't want to mess up and get in the way of your dream.“
"Y/N..." he tried to interrupt you for the first time, but everything that had been building up burst out of you.
"You’re an amazing boxer and I didn’t want to make things complicated for you. Also I've never felt anything like this before and I was afraid you wouldn't want me."
"Sweetheart. Y/N?"
Sobbing, you didn't realize you were crying until he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs and cupped your cheeks lovingly. Breathing hard, you looked up at him and he smiled warmly.
"May I say something now?" he asked quietly, and there was so much affection in his eyes that you just nodded, sniffling.
"I'm in love with you. For quite a while now. I didn't know this feeling. When I was near you I felt things I had never felt before. But now I know: I'm deeply madly and head over heels in love with you."
"Really?"
He laughed at the look on your face. You were too cute with those puffy lips, reddened eyes, and beautiful affection in your eyes.
"Yes. Can I finally kiss you now?"
You nodded and that's when he pulled you by the chin into a kiss that blew away all the pain of the last few days like a violent whirlwind. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you snuggled up to him and deepened the kiss.
Now you knew what this strange feeling was that floated between you like a lukewarm summer wind. It was love.
The word suddenly didn't feel so far away anymore.
With closed eyes you slowly separated from each other, smiling and savouring the moment. You blushed when you saw how many pairs of eyes were directed at you. Nevertheless, you could not stop smiling at each other.
Then an announcement rang out, announcing Woojin's flight in a few minutes.
"I have to go..." he muttered in anguish, and you stroked his chest with your hands.
"Yeah I know."
He didn't want to let you go and it was obvious how much he was fighting with himself.
"Just to make sure: You're my girlfriend now?" he asked with that typical cheeky grin.
Your heart fluttered and you wanted to squeal with delight. You laughed blissfully and overwhelmed with happiness. He wanted to bottle up that sound so bad and keep it with him forever.
"Yes. All yours..." you replied and he looked at your features dreamily.
"All mine," he murmured and pulled you by the hips into a kiss again. It was getting harder and harder to separate from each other, but you managed somehow.
"You have to go! Otherwise you'll miss the flight," you gasped breathlessly, pressing your forehead to his.
"Will you call me?"
"Of course. After all, we're officially together now. We'll cheer you on from home until you get back," you said, and along with the joy, a little wistfulness now crept in.
After all, this was still goodbye. A temporary farewell, but still devastating now that you finally stopped being stupid and found each other.
"Take care of Gunwoo for me!" he said and that's when you noticed your brother standing behind you, smiling broadly but with teary eyes.
"Come here Bro!", Woojin said then and spread an arm invitingly.
Gunwoo literally jumped into the embrace and so you three squeezed each other tightly.
"Show them and win!" said Gunwoo and you thought you heard a muffled sob.
When you broke away from each other, you all had tears in your eyes and yet you were grinning broadly.
"We see each other soon...Maybe you can visit me?" said Woojin, and neither of you would move, nodding while sniffling and pouting.
When your brother pulled him sobbing into his arms once more, you laughed softly and wiped the tears from your eyes.
Then the idiot that you somehow fell in love with turned to you again, pulled you closer by your face, and gave you one last, loving kiss.
"I love you, dollface"
"I love you, idiot"
With that, you let go and watched Woojin disappear through the gate. Gunwoo put an arm around you and you leaned your head against his shoulder. That wasn't exactly what your brother had in mind, when he wanted you two to know each other but having your best friend as possible brother-in-law wasn't that bad either.
Before Woojin disappeared completely, he saluted Gunwoo, which your brother returned with a laugh. Then he was gone and there were only the two of you again.
With a muffled sob you hid your face in your hands, while Gunwoo led you outside the airport.
„I‘ll miss his stupid face“, you cried and Gunwoo chuckled slightly.
He shook is head and looked at you with a healing smile.
„Who would have guessed…“
The End
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geonwooz · 1 year ago
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♡ PRETTY YOU — KIM GUNWOO
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gunwoo x fem!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, fluff, swearing, strangers to friends (?)
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“ah, fuck my life.”
you cursed your luck, sitting at the bus stop while contemplating your life decisions.
should've watched my step. you wondered, looking down at your arm, which was in a cast. but i could've sworn that step wasn't there before.
after a minor accident that resulted in your arm in a cast, you were informed you had an appointment for your passport picture.
and with your roommate away for the weekend, you had absolutely no one to help you. it took you all your effort to get your clothes prim and proper, but you forgot about your hair in the process.
upon seeing your phone's reflection, you realized you needed to be absolutely professional for the picture — and this meant having a proper hairstyle.
and as a last resort, you took a deep breath, turning towards the male beside you who was also waiting for the bus. he looks nice. you wondered, politely smiling.
“hi. i’m really sorry for disturbing you,” you apologized as you greeted him. “but could you please help me tie my hair?”
kim gunwoo seemed confused at first, wondering why you were asking him before he saw the cast on your arm.
“i, uh, haven’t really done this before,” he admitted honestly, feeling bad when he saw your mood deflate. “i could try, though.”
“that’d be much appreciated,” you thanked him. “i have to get my passport pictures done, and my roommate’s also not home. i’m really sorry for troubling you like this!”
you felt terrible, and weirdly enough, that brought a smile to gunwoo’s face. he knew you genuinely meant every word you spoke, and your politeness warmed his heart.
“i’ll touch your hair now,” he announced awkwardly, standing behind you as he gathered your hair in his hand. “is your fracture really bad? does it hurt?” he asked, trying to make some conversation as he tried to figure out what to do.
“it’s a minor one, but it hurts a lot more than i thought,” you replied, oddly feeling comfortable with this stranger. “i’m sorry about this, really.”
gunwoo chuckled, shaking his head, though you couldn’t see it. “it’s alright. if anything, i’m sorry if i’m doing anything wrong,” he apologized. “i don’t want you to ruin your picture because of me,” he muttered.
his touch on your hair was very gentle, and you could feel him trying his best, and you deeply appreciated that.
once he had tied your hair, gunwoo stood in front of you, taming your flyaways before taking out his phone and turning the camera towards you.
"wah!" you exclaimed, totally in awe. “you are really good at this! thank you very much!”
the male only smiled in response, relieved to hear his shoddy work of tying your hair was acceptable. “well, that’s a relief,” he muttered, nodding politely as he moved away.
“seriously, i mean it,” you commented, grateful for the help. “it came out so pretty. i can't believe you’ve never done this before!”
the raven-haired male shyly smiled as he looked at you, admiring the absolute golden retriever energy that was radiating off you.
for the first time in his life, kim gunwoo wanted to get to know someone, and the someone who pulled on his heartstrings was none other than you.
“ah, well, i’m glad i was able to pull off a pretty hairstyle for a pretty you.”
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toastinthegrass · 11 months ago
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pirateprincess714 · 1 year ago
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Me after watching the first 5 minutes of bloodhounds.
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sleepyashin · 1 year ago
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@isohees
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nthngtoseehere-blog · 2 years ago
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Oh nooooo how is Kim Geon Woo both a precious babie AND built like a tank?
Did the writers really go "let's make a character who is that meme 'looks like he could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll'"? Because. It him. 🥰 Loooook.
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And Woo Do Hwan is so perfect for the role. I'm dying over here.
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camoooh · 1 year ago
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Binge watched all of Bloodhounds today and my god that show out me through the ringer emotionally. I couldn't sit still watching it I was twitching during every fight scene like I was there. Blood and Gore. The unbreakable power of friendship. Corruption. All my favourite themes in one show I'm obsessed
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mctna2019 · 1 year ago
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Kim Geon-woo
When I started this series, I was very excited because of the teasers and Dohwan, but I didn't think that I would fall in love with the series and his character from the very first scene. My God, I usually don't like characters that are too good (I prefer complicated characters). but Geon-woo was so pure and good that I couldn't keep him in my heart. He looked like a child in terms of purity and innocence, but he took care of his mother since he was a teenager, and he was like a wise and really mature person. He was able to protect his mother.he was perfect man. Also, he was a hardworking and persistent boy, and I really liked that he had his own moral principles. All this made him one of my favorite characters after a long time.(Every time I see him the only thing that comes to my mind to describe him is his purity,even I can see it in his eyes) Despite his hard life, he had a big and pure heart, which made my heart ache for him and even made me cry when Myeong-gil injured his face. I was happy that he had Woo-jin (my another good and loyal son). Geon-woo didn’t talk a lot and he wasn't good at it but sometimes he convinced others with his honesty much better than Woo-jin who was good at talking. I was always afraid that he would break his morals and commit murder, and I'm glad that didn't happen, and his character became stronger by the end of the series. I also liked his commitment to mr. Choi and his men (I'll write more, I'm still grieving for them) He was also a wonderful friend and made a great sacrifice. (like Woo-jin who was always by his side) I love Geon-woo very much.
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1liv · 1 year ago
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WOO DO-HWAN in Bloodhounds – Episode 8
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My Favorite Male Characters
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yuna542 · 1 year ago
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[Masterlist]
🥊Bloodhounds🥊
•Bad Idea
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Status: Finished
Pairing: Hong WooJin × Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers
Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, Fem!Reader, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), hate sex, ANGST, overstimulation, thigh riding, jealousy
Summary: As Gunwoo's little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And again you ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?
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•Unwanted Bodyguards
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Status: Finished
Pairing: Hong WooJin|Kim GunWoo × Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Bodyguards x Reader
Warnings: Smut!, Under 18 DNI!, Swearing, Pet names, voyeurism, cum play, overstimulation, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, , masturbation, swearing, motions of violence and wounds
Summary: After a failed assassination attempt is made on you to harm your grandfather Mr Choi, he locks you up against your will for your safety. Even the incredible luxury villa with pool does not lift your spirits as you can no longer join forces with your sister against your grandfather's enemies. And to make matters worse, he also forces two ridiculously hot boxers on you who are supposed to keep an eye on you and protect you all the time. Soon the forced quarantine with the two young men turns out to be more exciting than you expected.
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•Car Ride
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Status: Finished
Pairing: Im Jang-Do × ReaderlMyeong-Gils daugther
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol & Sex, Explicit Smut, Oral (m receiving), fingering, Daddy Kink, age difference, pet names, swearing, public sex
Summary: Im Jang-Do. The strategy management director of Smile Capital and right hand of Myeong-Gil has to do his job as a personal bodyguard for the daughter of his boss once again, as she ran away and pick her up at a party. But this night something is different.
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geonwooz · 1 year ago
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♡ OUR PURRFECT SON — KIM GUNWOO
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bf!gunwoo x fem!reader | wc : 0.4k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, domestic fluff, mentions of animals, use of petnames
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“i love gunwoo, but i think i love you more, simba.”
you muttered under your breath, smiling at the tiny kitten you had rescued.
on your way home, you came across the little baby, instantly activating your motherly mode, as you saw him shiver in the cold.
at that moment, you decided to take him home, putting the kitten in a box so you could easily carry him during your commute.
just as you kept mumbling sweet nothings to who you think is the love of your life, the real love of your life made his way towards you, having spotted you on the train just as he got on after his work.
“good evening, jagiya,” gunwoo greeted, startling you with his sudden presence. “how was work today?”
you smiled at your boyfriend. “same old work stuff. how was training?” you asked, interested in what he did.
gunwoo opened his mouth to reply, but his gaze fell upon the box you held, his brows furrowed slightly. “jagi, what’s in the box?” he asked, curious.
“it’s a baby!” you showed him the kitten as he sat next to you, knowing very well that he was an animal lover.
and just like you had suspected, gunwoo was all smiles as he cooed over the kitten, absolutely smitten by the animal he had just met.
“who are you taking him for?” he inquired, patting the kitten oh-so-gently.
you froze in your seat. “oh, uh, that.” you trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“jagiya?” gunwoo raised his brows, looking confused. “y/n?”
“you are the father, gunwoo! you should be more excited to see your son!”
“you are bringing him home? y/n, our apartment doesn’t allow pets!”
you let out a defeated sigh, realizing your boyfriend was right. “but simba isn’t a pet. he’s our baby.” you pouted, hoping you could get gunwoo on your side.
“you named him already?”
“he’s our son, babe. come on!”
“okay.” he sighed. “i guess you’d be able to prove that in an argument if our landlord ever found out, right?”
“kim gunwoo.” you put on your best pleading face, knowing very well that there was no way you’d leave your baby on the cold streets. “please.”
gunwoo took a deep breath, trying to analyze the situation as he glanced between you and his newly adopted son. and well, there was only one thing left to do as he looked into your determined eyes.
“well, i guess what the landlord doesn’t know won’t hurt them, yeah?”
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crabambulating · 1 year ago
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geon woo looked at woo jin with those big eyes and said “hyung” in the softest way with a pleading little half smile and i felt my reality shift on its axis
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staydandy · 1 year ago
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Bloodhounds (2023) - 사냥개들 - Whump List
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List by StayDandy Synopsis : When reserved rookie boxer Kim Geon Woo squares off against loquacious southpaw Hong Woo Jin, Geon Woo narrowly prevails — but the two former marines become fast friends. As their friendship grows, so do the financial woes that plague Geon Woo’s mother. To save her café from going under, she signs off on a hefty loan, but when it turns out she’s been targeted by Smile Capital — a ruthless loan shark business. Geon Woo and Woo Jin do everything in their power to make it right. Fate intervenes as the pair end up working for a generous money lender whose foster daughter is dead set on taking down the loan sharks. (MDL) AKA : Hunting Dogs | Hound Dogs | Hounds
Whumpee : Kim Geon Woo played by Woo Do Hwan (left) • Hong Woo Jin played by Lee Sang Yi (right)
Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Crime, Drama, Bromance
Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Adapted from the web-toon "Bloodhounds" (사냥개들) by Jeong Chan (정찬) • You know, I enjoyed this more than I thought. I love how they basically became instant best friends after one match, "opposites attract" and all that lol. & I was actually quite intrigued by how much Geon Woo & Woo Jin stuck to their boxing style when street-fighting, they rarely resorted to weapons. Definitely made the action scenes interesting.
Episodes on List : 6 Total Episodes : 8
*Spoilers below*
01 : Kim Geon Woo & Hong Woo Jin are in a boxing competition, eventually matching against each other (Woo Jin looses) … Geon Woo is tasered … fights against a gang.. beat up, chokehold, chest kneeled on, face cut
02 : Treated in hospital
04 : Geon Woo & Woo Jin fight a large gang; hit several times with metal bats … both caring for their bruises … both fight against 1 very strong man
06 : Woo Jin is drunk, carried … fights against a large group, beat up, chokehold, stabbed … hospitalized, surgery.. Geon Woo donates blood (this episode is torture 😭)
07 : … continued from previous ep. ... Woo Jin in surgery … (they're wearing matching shorts, how cute … @ 6:00 😳😍 jesus take the wheel) … (@ 33:14 ma dude's a fish 😂)
08 : Geon Woo & Woo Jin fight against a large group; hit with metal bats.. Geon Woo chokehold … Geon Woo & Woo Jin fight against a large group who has weapons; Woo Jin is cut … Geon Woo & Woo Jin are in 2 different, simultaneous fights; Geon Woo is cut … Woo Jin is thrown down a flight of stairs
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