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WOO DO-HWAN in 'BLOODHOUNDS'
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WOO DO-HWAN as KIM GUN WOO BLOODHOUNDS (2023) 1.01
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WOO DO-HWAN as KIM GUN WOO BLOODHOUNDS (2023) 1.01
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IM JI YEON, PARK SUNG HOON, KIM HIEORA, CHA JOO YOUNG & KIM GUN WOO for W Korea, April 2023
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gunwoojin + the song of achilles by madeline miller
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Their everything.
Pairing: Hong woojin x reader x Kim gunwoo.
Summary: the past will always be part of your boyfriends, you knew that. But when an old friend returned you can't help but feel inferior.
Warnings: Past trauma, Arguments, Jealousy, Bromance, Polyamorous relationship, M/f/m, Smut, Threesome, Fingering, Oral ( Male), Creampies, Cum shot, Rough sex, Attempted non-con (not the boys), Augst?
In a way, you always believed that you, Gun-woo, and Woojin's relationship was too good to be true. How could the story of a girl living in a new country, starting a new beginning bumping into two handsome men, and spilling her coffee all over them, expecting to be yelled at instead they did the opposite. And as their eyes met yours, it was like everything in the world made sense. It sounded completely insane.
And you knew they truly loved you, the many nights of passion and sweet words made that clear. Yet the twinkles in Gunwoo's eyes and the big grin Woojin sported when he pulled Hyun Ju and Gunwoo into a hug as she showed up at your doorstep out of the blue, with tearful laughter and snuffling they invited her inside. Her hair was longer than it was in the pictures your boys had of her, reaching down her back and much more shinny, her skin flawlessly pale and her smile was heart-stopping. She was nothing short of gorgeous. She looked so perfect for them, why wouldn't she? They shared a history, a painful, gut-wrenching, and traumatic past, she understood the pain and horror while you couldn't even imagine what it felt like. They wouldn't have to deal with the disapproving stares and the brutal honesty of what people thought of their relationship or had to sometimes translate for her.
"Ah! Hyun Ju! This is our girlfriend!" Woojin grinned as he threw his arm over you and pulled you into his side, shaking you a bit. "Oh..when did you meet?" Hyun Ju asked, her almond eyes seemingly taking you in as she checked you from head to toe from across the couch you sat on between your boyfriends. "We met a year after dealing with Kim Myeong-gil," Gunwoo spoke up a soft smile on his plump lips as his fingers intertwined with yours. She only let out an acknowledgment hum before steering the conversation away from you.
They weren't home. Again. Like most days they were barely home, only coming back to pass out for whatever their doing with her, and for others, they'd be called away. A sense of hopefulness took over you as you heard a knock at the door, smiling you stopped cutting up your strawberries and rushed out of the kitchen and to the door, your heart beating faster at the thought of seeing your boys. "my, princess, you look excited to see me." a smug smirk tugged at your best friend's lips as he welcomed himself in, your smile faded. "Oh..hey, Sang." you greeted, shutting the door behind him and walking back into the kitchen, sighing as he ate one of the sliced fruit. "Why the long face?" he asked, taking hold of your chin, his thumb rubbing under your bottom lip once you got closer. His hazel eyes bored into your orbs, and his soft dyed sliver hair lay parted on his forehead "Are you not happy to see me?" he pouted. "N-no it's not that..." you trailed off, looking away but Sang, his sudden touch felt different from the other times, it was too intimate, "I just..miss them.." you muttered. "Oh, princess. They don't deserve your love. you must be so lonely here." Sang cooed, his hand sneaking behind your neck, "Let me make it better." he whispered, using his hand around your neck and shoving you closer, mashing your lips together.
The boys walked into the apartment you shared as Woojin complained about the weight of the things they had to carry. "Wah, why did she have to make us carry such heavy things?" he whined, rolling his sore shoulder. Gunwoo chuckled at his friend's antics. However, their entry was abruptly interrupted by Woojin's outburst. He grabbed Sang's shoulder, pulled him back, and pushed him away from you. Overcome by rage, Woojin cursed at Sang, his words coming out too fast to understand, but it was clear that it was not good.
Just as Woojin was gonna throw a punch Gunwoo stopped and shook his head before looking at Sang, "Leave..before I hurt you myself." Gunwoo glared at the other man, despite his calm tone, and that made Sang gulp in fear before scurrying away, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Tension-filled silence hung between the three of you before Woojin broke it. "So this is what you've been doing while we were gone?!" he yelled, stepping closer. "Having fun with that jerk?" He couldn't be serious. "Huh?! Answer me!" He screamed as he trapped you against the wall. While this happened, Gunwoo stood there, staring at you with an unreadable emotion. A rage you had never felt before welled up inside you as you pushed Woojin as hard as you could, moving him a few feet back.
"What about you, huh?!" you screamed right back as you glared at your boyfriends. "How about your fun with that runaway? You both seemed pretty eager to be at her beck and call!" Gunwoo opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke again before he could. "Ever thought how much I would miss you? No, you didn't." Wiping the tears that built up in your eyes as you stormed to your bedroom and slammed the door shut leaving the boys frozen in shock.
A soft knock came an hour later. "Nae sarang," Gunwoo softly spoke. "We're so sorry." He sighed and laid his forehead on the wooden door. "Jagiya, I'm so sorry. I never should've yelled at you. Forgive me," Woojin sorrowfully begged. You wanted to be mad at them, to still be so angry, but the truth is you missed them too much to care about your anger. With a sigh, you opened the door and once they saw you, Woojin pulled you in a kiss, the hand on your cheek traveled down to your hip and shoved you into his chest, the kiss quickly became heat. You whimpered as Woojin's lips were replaced by Gunwoo's, his soft pillowy lips were a contrast to Woojin's thinner but equally soft lips. his hot tongue demanded entry to your mouth, once granted, he swirled his tongue around yours.
Pulling back, Gunwoo helped Woojin in his mission to leave you bare of your clothes, their clothes following soon after. Your moans were muffed as your lips around Woojin's cock, his thick, long cock thrusted into your hot mouth as Gunwoo's dick pumped in and out of your tight cunt, your slick dripping down onto his balls ans onto the bed. You were a mess, saliva running down your chin as Woojin used your mouth as a fleshlight, his neatly trimmed pubes brushed against your nose as he pushed his cock down your throat "I'm gonna c-cum,Jagiya!" Your older boyfriend cried out, his hips sped up, and his dick throbbed against your tongue. Gunwoo's pace sped up to match with his best friends thrusts, pushing you to your own climax.
With a shout, Woojin pulled out and his hot cum shot after shot onto your face, and heaving chest.
Gunwoo's strong arms wrapped around your middle, his hips raised and without warning he slammed you down onto his cock. "Yes!" You moaned as your hips stuttered from your second orgasm all the while your younger boyfriend thrusted upwards into your wet heat below you "Cumming!" He groaned as he threw his head back, his milky, hot semen released to you.
"We love you," Woojin spoke up after a while as you all caught your breaths. "Never forget that." Gunwoo continued as he wiped some sweat from your brow. "I love y'all too." You smiled at them weakly.
@geonwooz
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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo
˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ perverse behavior. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1875.
"would you ever fight me?". the question came from nowhere, in gun-woo's opinion. the ringing sound of the seoul traffic outside of his mom's apartment high enough for the boxer to not pay the deserved attention to you, his ears getting cold from the snowy weather out-of-doors.
gun-woo was tired.
his mom had to reheat the food because of his delay and he felt bad about it. plus, you were waiting for him to watch boyz n the hood for the very first time, after weeks of complaining he didn't watch proper shows on his teenage years.
what do you mean you've never watched the last game and asphalt man?! you are not korean if you've never watched those! you have said it in such a thrilling way that gun-woo hadn't the heart to say no to you, and now it's been three weeks that both of you are marathoning different korean tv series every thursday night.
he was still carrying his boxing gear on his shoulders when you had jumped him into the entryway, making the man almost lose his balance while his mom excitedly greeted him from the kitchen.
"woah, when did you get in here?", was his first question when he felt your arms trying to wrap around him, two kisses pressed on your face as usual, before kicking the door closed behind him and lifting you in his arms.
"turns out I and your mom are besties now", you had said with so much confidence that he had to turn around to look at his mom to confirm it in the kitchen. "she taught me how to properly cook samgyeopsal and i was stunned with the amount of gochujang comes with it!".
gun-woo giggled at the surprise, tapping at your leg three times so you could get up and help his mother with the dishes. his tense physic was viscerally beaten by his coach today, and he doubted he could stand for more than two minutes without collapsing on the floor.
that's why your question had him exceptionally shocked while devouring his mother's samgyeopsal minutes later, salty lips outlined in a 'o' form while looking from his mother to you in confusion.
"what?". he asks.
"would you ever fight me?". you repeat genuinely curious for the answer.
"no". gun-woo answered simply, round innocent eyes staring right back at you as if you had grown another head.
you slouch back in your seat. cheek pressed to the couch as you look disappointed at your boyfriend eating at the table.
"why not?". you both could hear gun-woo's mother laugh on the other side of the table, finding something to quickly excuse herself from the living room and eavesdrop on the entire ordeal from her room.
"w-why?", gun-woo analyzed your posture to see if you were pranking him or something, but he found none. "i d-don't think that would be nice... for any of us". he replied with a terrified look on his face, the scar on his cheek hid underneath his right hand.
"just for your information, i was a gold medal in taekwondo once in school". you defend yourself.
"when you were 8 yeah, i know".
“and!”, you continue, ignoring him. “woojin-oppa already told me i was quite strong for someone my height”.
“baby, woo-jin just wanted you to pay for his dinner that day, you know that”. gun-woo explains blatantly, making you gasp at his lack of manners.
"i wanna fight you though, i could totally beat you", you said getting no response from the fighter, which was starting to infuriate you even more. "kim geun-woo, do you love me or not?". you asked starting to get up from the couch.
"stop looking at me like that, you're scaring me". you roll your eyes, getting up from the couch and walking towards your very tall and built boyfriend who refuses to fight with you. "what's up?". he looks up at you, wondering what the hell happened to his girlfriend that night.
"fight me". your serious tone shouldn't have a strong man like gun-woo scared, but that's what it does.
"look, i'm tired today okay? give me a second". he whines like a child and you would be finding him adorable because of his pout if it wasn't for the scar across the right side of his face staring right back at you.
hot unaware boyfriend indeed.
"kim geun-woo, don't you love me?" you hold the collar of his shirt, brows knit together in fake intimidation as gun-woo raises a brow your way.
“ya, you’re scaring me”, he repeats the statement looking at you as if challenging you to do what you are thinking. "you're not going to let me live if i don't fight you right now, are you?". he rubs the plush of your clothed thigh and you slap his hand away, glancing in the direction of his mother's room with your brows still furrowed, surprised at his bold antics.
"mister kim, you are under arrest for perverse behavior with your ring opponent".
"arrest?". his brows shoot up and a big smile emerges from his mouth. "aish-, don't be so hard on me, judge". he plays along, rubbing your waist quickly before taking your hands off his collar. “if you succeed in moving me from the chair, i’ll fight with you”. gun-woo had that stupid smirk he has when he’s about to win something.
you were about to prove him wrong.
“deal!”.
in instant seconds, you’re already beside him, using your entire body weight to push your boyfriend off the chair. the clock begins to tick away as gun-woo calmly finishes his dinner, enjoying a little too much of your little grunts as if you were not even beside him.
“how…much….did…you…eat today?”. a stupid grin was displayed on your boyfriend’s face when you gave up and you did not appreciate it.
it seems mister kim liked the ego soothing, after all, he was still just a man.
“why are you even smiling like that?!”. immediately, his grin was erased as if it was never there in the first place. “i’m 100% sure it is just because of the samgyeopsal your mom made. have you seen how much pepper that woman put into that?! no? i have!”. gun-woo laughed loudly at that, wondering in which standup comedy mister hong found you.
just when he thought it was over, you kept pushing his shoulders in the other direction, making him laugh even more.
“you’re not giving up, are you?”.
“never!”. gun-woo had to breathe calmly to steady his laughs and gently push your hands away.
“c’mon let’s clean this and go to bed, right?”. the gentle smile his lips displayed was hands-down playing unfair in your opinion. you could tell it in his eyes he was tired, defeatedly letting him go. “if you keep grunting my mom will come asking if everything is alright”. his gaze was so gentle that it almost made you angry.
“it is not alright”. you played the puppy eyes on him, hugging his figure while he moved from the table to the sink to clean his dishes.
that's when you noticed his little wince when you hugged his torso.
“my boyfriend didn’t let me win, he doesn’t love me”.
“you’re just weak, admit it”. again, the smirk was there and you hated it.
“where do you think you’re going with this audacity, mister?”. you unglued him and crossed your arms in front of the sink, taking the dishes from his hands and stopping him from doing any more work today. you both stared at each others eyes with fondness, silently speaking your concerns.
kim geun-woo, you do not fool me.
“anywhere i want, since you can’t stop me”. he laughed out loud, and you knew then that your boyfriend was more tired than he was showing. he only showed his boldness in other situations, so it was really surprising you his sense of humor right now.
which made you worry.
“ya, how much you and wonsuk-subaenim trained today?”, you asked concerned, putting the dishes aside to analyze his eyes on your tip toes. “you should’ve eaten more before training this morning”. there was an unconscious pout on your lower lip and gun-woo noticed that, smiling weakly while gluing your body into his.
“don’t worry, i’m okay”. he smiled grateful, even bowing his head a little in gratitude for you, a peck left in your brow that made you temporarily dumb. "he just wanted to test some more of my limits".
"are you sure?". starry eyes staring right back at him was hands-down an unfair playing, in his opinion. "can i see it?".
of course, you would notice it, gun-woo knew that much. but even so, he didn't want to make his mom worry more about him, and so did you.
"can we do that when we get home?", he politely asks while rubbing your arms, tone not much louder than a whisper now that the topic was more serious. "i wanted you to take a look but mom's here and i don't want her finding out about the championship yet". he explains.
"are you sure?", you ask worried, soothingly rubbing the balmy spot you could feel underneath his sweater next to his left rib. “it feels damp, oppa”.
gun-woo glanced at you and stopped your hand in the rem of his shirt with a silent plead, silently asking for you to let go. his kind smile and polite nod convinced you that the bruise could wait a little more, and you had no other option than to trust him.
“what happened?”.
“we used the machine again”, he starts explaining sensing your curious concern. gun-woo knew that you needed a little more reassurance, since you weren’t used to leaving patients with bruises behind in your line of work. “it presented a little malfunction, two sizes above mine and i almost went flying across the wall”.
“you and your stupid machines”. you scold angrily, making him laugh. “why train with a fucking machine when you pay thousands to have a coach like him?”.
“it’s solved now, don’t worry”. you looked in his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort. you knew about his surprisingly high pain tolerance, even for a fighter, plus your boyfriend tend to have a habit of hiding his sorrows from you.
intensively staring at him, gun-woo noticed by your eyes that you were quickly going to get lost in your own thoughts, so he had to react rather fast.
“hey, i’m good now, okay? we got 8 months for the tournament and i’m doing pretty well, i’m not going to lie”. he took your face in his hands, making you focus on his pretty eyes and his innocent smile. “do you trust me, baby? i’m okay”.
"okay", you nodded understandable and he left another kiss on your right brow, proudly looking at you.
“you could’ve told me, i would have brought the food to your house so you wouldn’t have to drive more”. still not yet convinced, you check his temperature with your bare hands to check if everything is okay, guiding him to the couch so he could rest. “i will clean everything and then we can go, ‘kay? i’ll drive”.
“no, no, no, i’m okay. you don’t have to”. he excuses, refusing to sit down and taking your hands with him.
you hated his excessive politeness sometimes.
“ya, i’m calling your mom if you don’t obey me”. you threaten him and he lightens up a little. “now sit and wait, i’ll be quick”. when he finally sat down and smiled at you, you felt his grip on your wrist tighten again.
“you look too cute taking care of me”. a kiss was stolen from your lips and quickly your eyes were as round as your mouth.
“gun-woo! you’re crazy!”, the slap was maybe a little too much, but that’s not really your fault, now was it? “we are on your mother’s apartment!”.
“ouch! she is not even here right now, don't go nuts". he said rubbing the shoulder that you slapped. "for someone your height, you are quite strong, did you know that? jesus christ”. he mocked you with a pout.
"that's it, i'm suing wonsuk-subaenim's ass for making you delulu". you pretend to run away and gun-woo laughs at that, pulling you onto him one last time to kiss you.
"i am wounded, woman, have mercy". sometimes, you miss the unaware, irritably-innocent, and extreme-shy gun-woo you met a few months ago after he became friends with your cousin.
"kim geun-woo, behave or i am going to let you die on the streets".
"i'll accept it if you don't drive".
"are you calling me a bad driver?". the insult-
"no". he said nonchalantly, placing a last kiss on your cheek and letting you go. "let's go so we won't be late".
heya! a little disclaimer: everything i post is part of a one-universe post-ep8 that i've created, if that's okay. hope you liked it xx
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"jealousy"
KIM GUN-WOO - 6/10 on the jealousy scale
♡ gun-woo trusts you sooo much
♡ he knows you'd never cheat on him, so whenever you're talking to another guy, he wouldn't think much of it. he would keep an eye on you, though.
♡ it only really affects him if you start flirting with another guy. he thinks you're wayyy too good for him, even if that's not true. (no, bcuz this man only has eyes for you. he thinks you're the most beautiful girl in the universe) so when you start spending more time with another man and prioritizing them over him, he would get so sad :(
♡ poor baby wouldn't even tell you. he would try to act fine and tell himself that he was just being stupid and overthinking, he'd probably blame himself for it 😭
♡ when you start to notice how he seemed down, he would finally open up and admit that he was jealous. he's so cute i can't
♡ even if gunwoo isn't very extroverted or talkative, he's actually good at communicating his feelings with you. when he's jealous of a guy you're talking to, he would shyly pull you aside and have a conversation with you about how he felt about you hanging out with another man. "hey, can we talk?"
♡ and when you reassure him that he has nothing to worry about and shower him in kisses, he's a timid, smiling mess.
♡ he's so babygirl omlll
♡ when it comes to possessiveness, it's leaning towards less possessive. sure, if a guy is making you laugh and all, gun-woo will join the conversation, linger his hand on your back or waist innocently and pretend nothing is wrong. but he isn't too over the top, there is a healthy amount of possessiveness.
♡ he doesn't care what you wear, you are your own person, and he knows and respects that. so if you catch the gazes of men, it doesn't make him jealous. i mean, you were so beautiful, how could they not stare, right? besides, he could fight if he needed to. (he will subtly glare at a guy if their gaze gets too explorative, though. not even glare, to be honest. its more of a disappointed look LMAO)
♡ if a guy is making you uncomfortable, that's a different case.
♡ he would notice and act immediately. gunwoo doesn't like to resort to violence, even if he is mad. he would gently pull you away from the person and step in front of you, politely (but sternly) telling the guy that you weren't interested. he wouldn't pick a fight, unless the opponent swings first. even so, he'd stick to defending only, not throwing any life-threatening punches. cause damn, he is strong asf. you're kind of glad he is so non-violent and gentle bcuz if he wasn't, he might've killed someone already.
HONG WOO-JIN - 8/10 on the jealousy scale
♡ woojin does trust you, but the twisted knot in his stomach can overtake his sense of rationality sometimes
♡ he is very clingy. so if he sees you talking with another guy, he will try to join the conversation because he doesn't want to feel left out.
♡ if he's jealous, he'll often wrap an arm around your waist or sling it over your shoulder, or making it very obvious that the two of you are dating. "Oh, how's my precious girlfriend doing?" and then pecks you on the lips. its a little embarrassing sometimes but its woo-jin so its okay
♡ its funny because sometimes he completely ignores the guy's existence and continues to talk to you until you glare at him for being rude
♡ if you ignore woo-jin and continue to focus on the other guy, he will do anything to get your attention. and i mean anything. he will start telling the most unfunny jokes, physically get on the table and do something goofy to make you laugh. this man cannot be stopped.
♡ also, he will not admit that he is jealous. even if you know he is, he wouldn't say it unless you really pry at him. "Okay, fine! I'm jealous, is that what you wanted to hear?"
♡ and then he'll sulk around like a sullen puppy lmaoo
♡ so when it comes to you wearing revealing clothing, i'm sure he loves it the most, to be honest. but he's a little cautious of you wearing it outside, he just doesn't want you to get hurt. he might've tried to get you to wear something else or bring a jacket a couple times. he isn't really fond of others seeing what's his. (!!!)
♡ he's possessive, but he doesn't like to admit it. he'd rather show it through actions, being superrr clingy
♡ if a guy's staring at you and his gaze begins to wander, woo-jin will wrap a hand around you possessively. he might even snarl at the guy.
♡ if anyone makes you uncomfortable, he makes sure to get you out of there, probably threatening the guy a little. he might shove him lightly and get a little aggressive if he's really mad. then afterward, he would make sure you're okay and shit-talk about how the guy was an absolute ass.
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woo-jin x reader x gun-woo poly headcanons
sorry this is kinda short! also i've never written anything poly before so it might not be the best. i procrastinated finishing this all week cause my brain ran out of ideas but anyways enjoy 🫶
ok hear me out
u either meet them and they're already in an established relationship OR u guys r all best friends and they both realize how much they like u and how much they like each other and eventually u guys all start dating
ur guys relationship is such a fun dynamic. like ur dating both of ur best friends it really can't get better than that
u have a spot permanently reserved in between the two of them
whether ur walking down the street, taking the bus, ur in the middle of them
they lowkey fight over u (playfully) (woojin starts it 100% of the time)
like woojin asks u to come watch him at practice but u and gunwoo have plans to go somewhere and woojin is just like ??? "ur hogging her!!!"
he then proceeds to go on this long rant abt how sad and lonely he's gonna be at practice all by himself while u two have fun without him (jokingly)
all jokes aside tho u guys have a really secure relationship and are able to do things in pairs rather than all 3 of u being together 24/7
like u and woojin, u and gunwoo, and gunwoo and woojin all have ur own things u like to do in pairs and it's nice for whoever doesn't go to have some alone time
they (try to) teach u how to box if ur interested
or if ur a boxer urself even better! all 3 of u can practice and compete in tournaments together (ur gonna be rich from all the prize money u guys win together)
practices with all 3 of u usually ends up with u guys just messing around but it's fun while it lasts
trying to go to sleep with these two is chaotic to say the least. u guys all eventually end up moving in together and apartments r expensive so u guys thought it would be a good idea to just have one bedroom with a singular king sized bed in it
news flash it's not big enough for u and ur two tall ass boyfriends
like u guys try cute cuddling positions to start off but it just ends with u guys laying on top of each other and it's a mess but u guys r comfy so
woojin likes to fall asleep with his head on your chest and geonwoo likes to have your head on his chest
u usually end up with your head on geonwoo's chest, cuddled into his side with woojin behind / kind of laying on top of u or hugging the both of u. whatever position u guys fall asleep in doesnt last tho and by the time u guys wake up it's just a tangle of limbs
HOLDING HANDS. whenever u guys go out together , and especially if wherever u are is crowded, all 3 of u are linking hands
they're both protective of u. they're overprotective when it comes to danger and stuff like that considering what they went through with kim myeon-gil , but they're not super overprotective if ur talking to other guys or smth
they also don't get jealous easily. there's so much trust in ur relationship and u guys communicate really well , so they really won't get jealous unless they actually have good reason to be
if someone is like over the top flirting with u and getting touchy tho, they're both by u in an instant scaring whoever's bothering u away
they know u can handle urself but will step in if they need to
like just imagine ur at a bar or smth, u leave the table to go get the three of u more drinks and some guy starts getting flirty with u while ur waiting. ur ignoring him but the guy wont take a hint, the next thing u know both of your boyfriends are on either side of u, one has an arm over ur shoulders and the other wraps one around ur waist
the guy looks terrified and is out of there in seconds
playfighting. it's mostly just u and woojin unless gunwoo is in playful mood
like u guys start bickering about something unserious and next thing u know u guys r on the floor wrestling (he barely uses any strength obviously) and gunwoos just rolling his eyes and watching
u guys honestly have such a great relationship. u got so lucky to have not one but two amazing boyfriends who love u more than anything
nsfw under ⬇️
again, they're both tall and strong as hell so expect to get manhandled a little bit (gently tho)
like holding down ur hips while going down on u, moving ur body into different positions
the sex is GOOD. like hands down it's amazing
another thing, even tho they're both boxers, you're much smaller than they are and they're so SO gentle with u
i honestly don't think either of them would like it rough they're just so sweet and don't wanna hurt u in any way
i also don't think they'd wanna like.. be in u at the same time unless ur into that, like if u suggest it and confirm that ur 100% ok with it they'll be hesitant at first but they're just like "ok! ^-^"
like i said in the sfw hcs, u have a spot permanently reserved in between the two of them and yes that includes in the bedroom
this can go so many ways too
gunwoo behind u, leaving kisses along ur jawline and neck as u lean back onto him while woojin goes down on u
eiffel tower. (i'll write a fic abt this i promise)
with the 3 of u, the possibilities are endless
they're both so giving and like pleasuring u better than receiving (not that they don't love when u pleasure them too)
they're both obsessed with eating u out
they're both athletes, they're competitive and wanna learn and become the best they possibly can at whatever they're doing , including pleasing u.
the first few times u guys do it they'll pay attention to every detail, what u like and don't like, what u really like, what things turn u on the most, etc
by the time u guys are a few months into the relationship they know just how to please u
like the sex was already good but it's just so much better once u guys learn more about each other in a sexual sense
it also doesn't have to be all 3 of u every single time, if one of u is tired or isn't in the mood but 2 of u are, u guys can go off and do ur own thing without the other feeling left out or jealous
u guys have such a trusting relationship including in the bedroom which makes the sex even better
like i said in their separate headcanons, woojin is prob a little bit freakier than gunwoo
like i know this man at least has a pair of handcuffs and i swear by this
woojin probably brings out a more adventurous side to gunwoo (and u if ur not usually adventurous) in the bedroom and it's so interesting to see
#bloodhounds#bloodhounds x reader#bloodhounds fanfic#bloodhounds kdrama#kim gunwoo#kim gunwoo x reader#kim gun woo x reader#kim gun woo#hong woojin#hong woo jin#hong woojin x reader#hong woo jin x reader#headcanons#gunwoo x reader x woojin
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›Bad Idea<
Pairing: Hong Woojin × Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers
Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), hate sex, ANGST, overstimulation
Word Count: 8.3k
Note: There you go. Part 3. If you have requests about Bloodhounds tell me and I will write something <3
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 4:
The Café
It was a summer day, just a few clouds hid the blue sky, but nonetheless mornings were less busy during the week. Most people grabbed a coffee before work or on their break and disappeared again.
Just as you were collecting an espresso, the store doorbell rang and you said goodbye to the man in the suit who always got an iced Americano at this hour.
When you saw who came sauntering through the door with his hands in his pockets, your expression darkened like a thunderstorm.
Woojin had a gym bag slung over his shoulder, and when he spotted you, your nostrils twitched with less than enthusiasm. You pulled your ponytail tighter and brought the espresso and a piece of strawberry cake to the only guest who was reading a newspaper at a table, ignoring the seductive glare that followed you.
The old man thanked you and for the first time you cursed that so few guests came. Woojin leaned casually against the counter and waited until you were standing behind it again.
You felt his gaze wander up and down your body.
"What are you doing here? I'm working!" you snapped at him in a hushed voice so the old man with the newspaper wouldn't hear.
Woojin leaned over the counter until his nose almost touched yours and raised his eyebrows provocatively as he said just as muffled:
"I can see that. You look much more friendly in that apron, by the way. It suits you."
Uncomfortably, you tugged at the red apron you had pulled over your black miniskirt and top. Before he embarrassed you further with his seductive eyes that shone like bitter coffee, you cleared your throat and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"Shut up. What are you doing here?" you asked with a meaner tone than you intended.
However, the whole thing was so awkward because you couldn't stop staring at his lips that had been kissing you all over just a few hours ago and his hands that you could still feel on your hips.
He propped his elbows on the counter and tilted his head. It was clear how much fun he was having annoying and embarrassing you.
In truth, he had only come here on the off chance, without knowing that you were working today. When he spotted you behind the counter, with that cute apron, Dr martens and knee socks peeking out from underneath, his heart skipped a beat.
"You just disappeared this morning... I wanted to see if you were okay. Since we yesterday..."
"What do you care? Nothing happened," you quickly replied, moving a few things from one place to another so you wouldn't have to look at him any longer.
"Right... Absolutely nothing. I‘m a bit broke right now. Do you think you could be merciful and give me something? For free? That strawberry pie really looks..."
"Stop it! You're not getting anything now. I‘m not my mother who falls easily for your charming smile. I'll bring the rest of the pastries to the hall later. So get the hell out of here!" you harshly interrupted him, and that's when a new customer came into the café. Immediately you put on a smile and shooed Woojin away with a wave of your hand.
You really couldn't stand the racing heart and strange tingling in your stomach. So you hoped it would go away with him.
Instead of leaving, he stepped aside and just came behind the counter while you were taking the order. You glared at him as you stood by the coffee machine and he casually leaned against the wall next to it as if he owned the place.
"Always so cheeky," he muttered so softly that only you could hear. By now your head was almost bursting with anger and you had to force yourself not to yell at him in front of the customer.
"I hate you," you hissed, before you turned to serve the finished coffee. The young man thanked you, paid, and by the time he disappeared in the doorway, the corners of your mouth hurt from the forced smile.
Instantly, you whirled around to Woojin and stepped close to him so he could hear you clearly as you growled dangerously:
"Get the hell out of here! Why are you getting on my nerves all the time?"
That's when he braced himself from the wall and was suddenly much taller than you again. An intimidating glint entered his eyes and he pushed you back until your back hit the counter.
"Because I like it when you glare at me so angrily. It’s kind of sexy," he replied in a muffled voice, and you swallowed hard as his breath brushed hotly against your lips. Concerned, you glanced briefly at the old man, but he was completely engrossed in his newspaper.
"Woojin stop it!" you gasped as soon as he propped one hand each to your right and left, trapping you between his chest and the counter.
His presence was so engaging that your knees went weak and you would have loved to lunge at him and rip that stupid shirt off. Instead, you jutted your chin defiantly and tried to look angry.
"I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me," he muttered with amusement and your breath caught.
Your glares locked and you rolled your eyes.
"It wasn't even that good," you replied monotonously, hitting the mark. His jaw twitched and he laughed bitterly. Satisfied, you smiled sweetly, though you just clawed convulsively at the counter.
"Really? It sounded a little different yesterday..."
You shrugged indifferently.
"It was nothing special."
The lie came easier to your lips than you had expected.
"Then how do you blush so much? I'm not even touching you and you are falling apart", he continued to provoke, and his lips brushed yours for a teeny second. For a moment you closed your eyes, wanting to lean forward and check if he still tasted the same as yesterday.
Just in time you thought better of it, and you winced violently as the doorbell rang, announcing a new customer.
Woojin finally let go of you and took a few steps back. Only then did you realize you had been holding your breath. The customer was the owner of the bookstore across the street, who always went to get a few pieces of cake and sandwiches for her family.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Yang. Can I get you the usual?" you greeted her with glowing cheeks and you feared she could hear your heartbeat across the counter.
She adjusted the green glasses on her nose and smiled kindly.
"Oh Y/N. Is your mother not here today?"
Woojin walked back into the room in time to greet the man with a quick hand gesture, who looked up from his newspaper for the first time and only now seemed to notice him.
"No. I'm afraid she's indisposed."
Mrs. Yang nodded understandingly and looked at what you had already prepared in the counter.
"It's very nice to see you again, too. Give her my best regards!"
"Of course," you replied, daring a tense glance at Woojin, who was watching you. Why did he always have to look at you as if there was nothing else around him? You tried to deny the fact that he was looking directly at you by rolling your eyes, but when he did it more than occasionally with that infamous smirk on his face, it confirmed the theory that he just wanted to annoy you.
"I already put cake back for you," you remembered, and were about to turn around when she raised her hands defensively.
"Oh I think your friend was here before me," she said, pointing at Woojin, who bowed briefly. Before he could say anything, you fixed him warningly with piercing eyes that brooked no argument:
"No, not at all. He was just leaving anyway. And he's not my friend."
You emphasized the last sentence especially and that's when the lady looked back and forth between you in astonishment.
"Oh no? I always see him here and with you."
"He's Gunwoo's friend, and my brother is actually waiting for him," you replied, and Woojin's expression remained impenetrable.
"That's true. I should be on my way. Have a nice day," he wished and bowed to the old lady before strolling out of the store with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had ever happened.
"Strange boy," you heard the lady mutter as you prepared her order.
"You don't say," you replied, anger mixed with confusion. You had lost control and didn't know what to do.
"Well, but he looks good..." she added, and a hysterical laugh escaped you.
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Chapter 5:
The Flirt
Shortly after you called it a day and took off your apron, your thoughts still turned to Woojin. As much as you wanted to banish him from your thoughts, you found it increasingly difficult.
With the basket full of leftover pastries, you made your way to the hall where Gunwoo and Woojin trained with their coaches and other boxers almost every day.
The pastries consisted of rice cakes, some stuffed pancakes that you would have thrown away and especially egg bread.
This was Woojin's favorite. The first time he had tried it in the store, his eyes had almost fallen out and he had eaten so much of it that he had been sick for days. When you caught yourself smiling at the thought, you pinched your arm in punishment.
As you walked into the hall, the boys' attention was immediately on you and the basket of goodies.
Normally your mother did this regularly, now when the boxers saw you they froze in front of their punching bags and the guy who was in the ring with Woojin almost got hit by a punch because he was just staring at you.
Gunwoo broke away from his spot where he had just been throwing punches with his trainer and put an arm around you as he led you to the center of the room.
"Nice to see you again Y/N," the trainer said and you returned his smile.
"I'm just bringing something to strengthen."
The tall guy with the short hair who was standing in the ring with Woojin climbed out and stripped off his boxing gloves. You deliberately avoided looking in Woojin's direction. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscles, and you couldn't bear the sight of his damn perfect body right now.
You were, to tell the truth, too afraid to give in to the heaping testosterone and accidentally lick him. Woojin's looks were easy to overlook when everything that came out of his mouth was rubbish, you just became painfully aware of that again.
"Heaven sent you!" the other boxer said, daring to look into the basket.
The others gathered around you as well and you set the basket down at the edge of the ring, where the boxers pounced on it like wild dogs.
They were all muscularly built, sweaty from training, and you didn't know where to look among all the half-naked bodies. Your eyes widened for a brief moment as the shock of Woojin's body that you had seen many times, especially while boxing, it still amazed you how attractive this man was.
Gunwoo also got some of the egg bread and then joined his trainer. They were all preparing for important amateur fights to maybe make it to the professional league someday.
Just as Woojin was about to come your way, you turned the other way and joined the big guy with whom he had been standing in the Ring.
"How's it going?" you engaged him in conversation, and Woojin stayed with Gunwoo, though not without looking over at you again and again.
"It's going pretty well I think.... The competition is tough. But we can learn a lot from each other," he said, eyeing you unobtrusively.
You leaned against the wall next to the punching bag and looked at the boxer more closely. He was good looking, probably the same age as you, and had a nice smile.
"I'm Woonho, by the way," he introduced himself, running a hand through his wet sweaty hair.
"I'm Y/N. Gunwoo's sister."
Woonho nodded and looked over at your brother, and that's when he noticed Woojin's piercing gaze as well. It was like he wanted to stab him with it.
"That's cool. Gunwoo and Woojin are the best around. They talk a lot about you. How do you feel about boxing?"
The question reached you unexpectedly. Looking at him confused, you laughed lightly.
"I've never tried it before. I don't think it's for me."
"Oh. I thought because of the injury," he said, pointing to his own temple. Reflexively, you grabbed the spot and winced as you were painfully reminded of the bruise.
"Oh, that? I was looking at my phone and ran into a door frame," you lied, and there he was, smiling brightly. He had cute dimples and loyal eyes.
"I think you'd make a good boxer."
"Really?" you asked incredulously and he nodded vehemently.
"Sure. It's not that hard. All you have to do is make a fist, stand up right and punch."
He demonstrated and punched the punching bag. Smiling enthusiastically, he held out a hand invitingly.
"Try it!"
"Okay. But if I hurt myself it's your fault!" you chuckled wryly.
"I'll take that."
You stood as he showed and tried to strike.
Amused, he corrected your posture by touching your hip and wrists.
Woojin boiled inside when he saw you laughing and as soon as Woonho touched you too and you looked up at him with your warm eyes, he wanted to punch someone's face. Preferably Woonhos.
An animalistic growl rose from his throat and something stung painfully in his chest when he saw how much fun you were having with the younger boxer. He stopped following the conversation with Gunwoo a long time ago. His gaze was fixed on you and how you playfully brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
You were flirting that was more than obvious. He shouldn't care about that. He shouldn't care at all, and yet he pushed Gunwoo aside in mid-sentence and his legs carried him over to you as if by themselves.
Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Woojin had already grabbed him, yanked him back by the shoulder, and was staring relentlessly into his eyes.
"Hey keep your hands off her, you hear me?" he snapped at him.
Woonho just raised his hands defensively and took a few steps back when he saw the anger in Woojin's eyes.
"Relax. We were just talking. I didn't know she was your girl."
Stunned, you stepped next to Woonho and glared angrily at Woojin.
"She definitely is not."
Woojin didn't respond. He was like in a tunnel and his anger was directed only at Woonho. Even though he was smaller, he seemed a lot more intimidating and you were starting to not be sure if he wasn't just going to punch him.
Completely perplexed, you could only stare at him.
What had gotten into him? The rest in the hall had also fallen silent and were watching the scene.
"Well did you get it? Piss off or do you want me to finish you off like in the ring?"
Now it was a clear threat.
Woonho didn't seem to think it would be worth it and gave in. Silently he grabbed his stuff and disappeared from the hall. Shaking your head, you watched as Woojin ran back to Gunwoo and continued the conversation as if nothing had ever happened.
His arrogance made you so angry that you gritted your teeth. The anger burned inside you, but you held back until Woojin was the last to disappear into the locker room. The rest were already ready to leave and were still chatting outside the hall.
You seized the moment and stormed into the locker room. The door flew shut loudly behind you and Woojin whirled around from his locker to face you.
"What the fuck was that about?" you yelled at him, but he just packed his boxing gloves into his bag, unimpressed. He was still wearing the red shorts and sweat glistened on his muscles in the orange light of the small room.
"I don't know what you mean."
You thought you were going to burst with anger. Quickly you ran up to him, slamming the locker shut with one hand so he'd stop occupy with it and look at you.
"Don't act even dumber than you are! Why did you do that?"
"Did you want something from the little shit?" he asked as if it was your fault, since you had approached him.
"That's not the point... You have no right to it! I don't belong to you. We were just fucking! Nothing more. And it was a mistake. A big fucking mistake."
He watched your eyes spark, and you could clearly tell from the twitch of his jaw that he was starting to get angry, too.
Or his anger was just now coming to the surface.
"Oh yeah, are you so in need of it that you want to get it from some random douche bag? Do you need attention that bad? I can call him, he'd fuck you right now."
His words causing you to growl and nearly punch him in the mouth. Maybe if you did it hard enough, he would never talk again. You heavily considered it.
„You fucking asshole. I don't know why I'm even talking to you."
Stunned, you massaged your temples and you turned around because otherwise you would surely punch him in his pretty face. He drove you crazy just by breathing. You wanted to leave. You wouldn't get a normal response besides insults anyway.
"What, are you just going to walk away? Are you that much of a coward?" he shouted after you and that made you spin around.
"Shut up already!" you yelled, and you would have loved to throw yourself on the floor and cry. But your pride wouldn't let him have the last word.
"You really are pathetic!"
"You went out of your way to flirt with him in front of me to piss me off, didn't you?" he hurled at you, storming at you until he was standing close to you, taking away any air you could breathe. You looked up at him, your lower lip twitching uncontrollably as you did so.
"Why are you getting mad at me for flirting with someone else? We slept together once, doesn't mean we're exclusive. You hate me! So what's your problem?"
Why was he staring at your lips when you were arguing? The lump in your throat was getting bigger and the tension in the air was starting to crush you.
"Yeah, well, I don't like seeing other people all over you even if we're nothing more than just two people who like to have sex with each other. So what about it? Even though I hate you, it bugs me."
No matter what you said, it just made everything more confusing.
"You have no right to do that! Act like a normal person for once and not an asshole!" you hissed emphatically.
"Then don't act like a desperate bitch!"
Anger shot through your veins like poison and before you even realized what you were doing, you lashed out and punched his face.
However, unluckily he was a boxer and caught your fist with ease before it even touched him. Saying you were flushed and flustered during the argument was an understatement. You felt like you were bathing in a sauna on a summer day. The anger that bubbled under your heated skin didn't help in cooling you down. It only made you more furious that his little provocations affected you so easily.
Surprised, he clasped your wrist and it hurt.
"Don't you dare do that again!", he growled and still you took out your other fist. Maybe just because of his threat.
However, he caught that one too and so he held both your wrists.
Before you knew what was happening, he was pushing you against the locker and pinning both of your hands above your head against the cool metal so you couldn't attack him further, which was probably wise since you wouldn't have stopped.
"I hate you," he growled, and you just took in his body pressed tightly against yours. The acid that spat from your mouth always ignited a fire inside of him that he's never felt from anyone else.
"I hate you too," you murmured, and already his nose was brushing your cheek. He shielded you from the room with his muscular shoulders, and the coolness of the locker door at your back completely exposed you to him.
Breathlessly you gazed at each other and the crackling energy was palpable.
His eyes gleamed lustfully and you unconsciously bit your lower lip as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and stepped even closer to you until your hips were firmly against each other.
He wasn't just hot, he was beautiful. From the symmetrical lines of his cupids bow to the dark lashes framing chocolate eyes, he was hypnotic. And he had you completely under his spell.
The anger and hatred between you turned the energy into arousal and the two of you crashed together with teeth and lips, a brawl of desperate hands and angry grudges. He pressed you against the locker at the waist, let go of your hands and grumbled as you pressed your body against his. Fingers tangled in hair immediately, tugging and scratching. His lips were pillowy and soft, addictive. He couldn’t stop watching you. Hair a mess, eyes blown wide, and lips swollen. It was a glorious sight.
He rushed under your shirt, pulled it over your head and you got rid of your shoes in parallel. While your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes, neither of you cared about anything else but finally feeling each other's bodies to blow off steam.
After he also undid your bra and threw it aside, he ran his fingers over your covered cunt.
"You're already so wet and I haven't even done anything yet," he murmured, cupping your breast with one hand while the other pulled off your panties.
He circled his index and middle fingers over your clit until you gasped into his mouth between kisses. The kiss was rough, full of hatred. Both of you fighting for dominance, not willing to lose it, not even for a second.
You impatiently pulled down his shorts and underwear, which he also kicked aside. Finally you felt his length again, which you had been thinking about constantly.
"We don't have much time. Gunwoo is waiting," you said, stroking his shoulder blades, while he was already hard again. Excitedly you looked up at him, but your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you with the mischievous grin. There was an insatiable hunger in his eyes, yet he pressed a kiss to your jawline and murmured:
"Say it! Say what you want!"
You couldn't bring yourself to say the words- couldn't stand the thought of asking your mortal enemy to fuck you in the locker room at his own boxing gym.
"Tell me you want me to ruin you," he whispered in your ear, putting more pressure on your clit so that your body melted in his hands.
"I want you to fuck me, Woojin. Ruin me, please!" you said, rolling your hips against him, making him gasp sharply.
"Good girl," he replied, and you got goosebumps. Without further ado, he grabbed your ass, lifted you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. His tip was already stretching your entrance, but it wasn't until your back was pressed firmly against the locker that he slid inch by inch inside you. As he did so, a sigh ripped off him as your walls snuggled around him. A whimper escaped you and he held you with ease.
When he was fully absorbed in you, he looked at you urgently.
"You have to be quiet or they'll hear us," he stressed, and you had completely forgotten that everyone including your brother was still in the hall cleaning up.
He didn't give you any time to adjust, one hand grabbing your hip, the other groping your breast, as he started to slam into you at an unforgiving pace. The temperature that began to rise on your cheeks was spreading to your limbs, muscles slowly coiling as the pleasure continued to build at your core.
The locker creaked dangerously with each thrust and you tried to stifle your noises, but it wasn't easy as he thrusted deeper and deeper, your eyes almost cloudy from how good he truly felt inside of you. Another sensual kiss ensured, the combination of his raspy moans and your desperate whines slipped into each other, trying to stay quiet and muffle both of your sinful noises with messy kisses. The locker hitting the wall with each thrust.
It was almost ridiculous how fast your orgasm rolled on while he slammed into you.
You didn't really want to admit how good he was at fucking you, but by now there was no question. The knot in your lower abdomen tightened and while you tried to be quiet, you clawed into his back so hard you would definitely leave scratch marks.
"Your so tight... Fuck," he growled, spreading wet kisses down your neck that made you whimper. Desperate, you struggled to stop your naughty noises.
"Woojin... Don't stop!" you moaned, and he felt your body tremble.
"Come around me! It's okay, dollface," he gasped and even stepped it up a notch.
Your body betrayed you, obeying his command instantly, your body sucking his cock in deeper, ready to fall off the edge. You dissolved into the pleasure, pressing your hand over your mouth so as not to let everyone else in the hall know how well Woojin was fucking you.
But as the climax washed over you, he didn't stop.
As if it spurred him on even more, he continued to penetrate you and the look on your overwhelmed face made his dick twitch excitedly inside you. Your pussy was pulsating and overstimulated. Each of his thrusts you felt all the way up your spine and you feared fainting if he was going on at that pace.
As your nails dug deeper into his back and you tried to push him away, as it was all too much, he put a hand around your neck and pressed you against the locker, making it hard for you to move.
"I'm not done with you yet!" he pressed out between clenched teeth, and gradually his thrusts became more irregular.
Like a wild animal, he fixed you and when he increased the pressure on your neck, your eyes rolled back.
"I won't stop until I've filled your tight sweet cunt up and you can't walk anymore."
"Fuck you," you gasped in a trembling voice and by now you were sure you couldn't walk anymore. It was a power play that would never end. His hand on your neck and his never ending abuse of your pussy had you floating in the clouds.
The second orgasm rolled in with a ferocity that made your legs tremble. The sight of your fucked out face, your breasts bouncing with each thrust and your sore pussy finally brought him over the edge and you came together.
Like drowning you clung to each other and savored your orgasms.
Then he lowered you slowly and you had to sit down on the bench first. He also let himself fall on it, breathing heavily, you tried to bring your pulse under control.
Silently you gathered your clothes, got dressed and tried not to let on how difficult every step was for you. Your legs trembled incessantly and calmed down only after you had finished dressing.
Woojin also slipped into his clothes, but the silence was not unpleasant. It was soothing and even though you had argued and you were still angry, you felt comfortable with him.
At the door you paused for a moment and looked over your shoulder.
"This changes nothing i still hate you," you assured him and he nodded.
"Sure you do," he replied and the brief moment you looked at each other you smiled stupidly.
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Chapter 6:
The Headphones
The next few days were not as strange as you thought they would be. In fact, everything was the same as before, only the meaningful looks between you were new.
Just like the racing heart that would kill you when he accidentally touched your arm at dinner or pushed you to the side while you were walking.
Relatively quickly, you realized that it was really nothing more than a fuck for him, and it should be for you. When he visited Gunwoo, you got a disparaging look and when it came to food, he still pushed you aside roughly to be the first to get Mom's famous omelet. But it didn't let you rest easy that he was the only one who made you feel such intense things.
Surely it couldn't just be him?
You tossed and turned in your bed a week later, once again plagued by thoughts of the jerk. He wouldn't let you go and even haunted your dreams. It was a catastrophe and you would have liked to forget everything that had happened. But you couldn't.
Nothing had happened between you for a week. In fact, you argued more often and were even more hostile, but without the sex.
Your body longed for it. Sighing, you stared at the ceiling. Today you were alone.
Gunwoo was out with Mom and so you had the house to yourself.
Lost in thought, you stroked the fabric of Woojin's shirt that you still wore at night.
You just haven't had a chance to give it back to him yet. At least that's what you told yourself.
You slept in it and it smelled so nice. It was stupid and naive, but when you closed your eyes and smelled it, you imagined that he was with you, touching your body and kissing your neck.
With your eyes closed, you played with the hem of the shirt. Underneath you only wore panties. You didn't want to leave the house today anyway. It was raining and you were afraid of being tormented by those damn thoughts about that arrogant idiot all the time.
The racing heart, the heat in your cheeks and the fluttering in your stomach had become annoyingly loud by now.
Your fingers danced on your belly and caressed your thighs. Closing your eyes, you imagined again how Woojin's fingers firmly but lovingly touched your soft skin. It was like a drug, that saved you from loosing it and keeping you sane.
Slowly your fingers found their way between your legs and you let them slide into your panties.
You inhaled deeply as you concentrated on the movements, trying to give yourself the same pleasure that Woojin had gave you. You first ran your fingers down your slit, collecting that sweet arousal until it coated your fingers. You then moved up to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles.
Soft sighs escaped you as you tried to chase the feeling, kneading your breasts through his shirt until you contorted your face in annoyance.
Touching yourself had always given you satisfaction, but the liberating feeling was gone. That was all Woojin's fault. Ever since you slept together, nothing felt comparable.
"Do you need a little help?"
You almost screamed and jumped out of the bed. Completely startled, you straightened up and stared at the curly-haired man leaning casually in the doorway, his cheeks flushed despite his annoying grin.
Staring at him in disbelief, you wrapped the blanket around your body, like it would hide the embarrassing situation he bursted into.
"What the hell Woojin? Do you like stalking women and breaking into their houses?" you yelled, anger equal to shame turning your face red and made your voice stumbling.
He raised your front door key in the air and jingled it as he said:
"Actually I didn't break in. Gunwoo gave me the key."
"That doesn't answer why you're here!" you snapped at him, wishing you could have sunk into the ground.
"I forgot my headphones."
He pointed to the black headphones that were now around his neck, the ones he always carried around. He took them off and waved them in front of you, as if it would made it any less awkward for you.
It was such a simple answer that you could only stare in confusion.
"Can I come in?" he asked, as if he hadn't just caught you masturbating.
"What, no?" it ripped out of you, but he had already pulled the door shut behind him and was wandering around your room. With his hands in his pockets, he looked around at your dressing table, your plants, and the pictures on the walls that often featured Gunwoo, Mom, and your friends from highschool.
Stunned by his audacity, you watched him from your bed. Today he looked annoyingly handsome again. His curls fell tangled in his forehead and he wore a tank top that was cut wide at the sides so you could see his abs.
"Can you get out of here?" you asked, and that's when he turned to you and said:
"Is that my shirt you're wearing?"
You almost choked on your own words as you wanted to hurl some insult at him, but the sudden racing of your heart stopped you. By now your head was as red as a tomato. You had to be running a fever.
"How long were you standing at the door?" you asked a little more meekly, pinching the bridge of your nose. If he watched, while you were touching yourself in his shirt, you would definitely take the next flight and never come back.
Curiously he pulled open one of your drawers and pulled out a pair of black lace underwear.
"Long enough..." he muttered, grinning as you jumped off the bed, ripping your underwear out of his hand and slamming the drawer loudly shut.
"What are you even thinking? Stop touching my stuff!What are you doing here?" you asked harshly, poking him in the chest with your index finger.
He eyed you with amusement as your body lay softly under the fabric of his shirt and your bare legs extended out underneath.
"Just my headphones. That's when I heard you and came to see if you might need help."
The shame made your hands shake at the thought of him hearing your desperate sighs and moans.
"Great."
You turned your head toward him, trying to look confident and unbothered by his whole presence.
"Now get the fuck out of my bedroom! I don't want to look at your annoying face for a while."
"I can help you..." he murmured challengingly, suddenly pulling you closer by the waist. A startled gasp escaped you as his thumb traced circles on your hipbones and his eyes bored into yours.
"What do you mean?" you asked, completely distracted by his lips once again.
He gestured to your bed.
"I can make you come... You just have to ask nicely, dollface," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement as you exhaled in annoyance.
Hong Woojin was a flirt, and a good one. You were experiencing his best lines. And the worst part was they worked. You wanted to push him away, maybe even slap him for his audacity, but you were desperate.
There was this desire and your body was on fire just by looking at him.
You nodded, which caught him completely off guard. Because he had actually also expected a blow and not a commitment. He wanted to tease you, to see that seductive blush on your cheeks and the way you bit your lower lip when you were angry. He knew you were a lot of things. Sarcastic, blunt, mean towards him, or so he thought. But he didn't thought you would be a tease.
"Okay. Good... Please make me come."
Your words were already making his jeans feel uncomfortably tight, and everything inside him tingled as he brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead.
"Then lie down and spread your legs, baby girl," he murmured and you got goosebumps all over your body. He was smug, overconfident. Irritatingly attractive.
You did as he said, sat down on the bed and spread your legs a little.
He looked at your panties with a hungry glint in his eyes. He knelt in front of the bed, between your thighs, and your heart hammered excitedly with anticipation. With both hands he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you to the edge of the bed with ease.
Then he slowly rolled your panties off your legs and pushed your knees apart with his hands. With an animalistic smile, he looked at your shiny middle.
"So pretty..." he murmured, and you were already getting so wet from it that you fell gasping onto your back.
He kissed your inner thighs and sucked lightly on your sensitive skin until he worked the spot with his mouth right next to where you actually wanted to feel him.
He smiled contentedly and when his tongue met your clit directly, an embarrassed whimper escaped you. He began circling the bundle of nerves with his tongue and sucking on it. He was addicted to the way you sighed and the way your body arched at his every touch. He never understood it, but when he was at your door and saw how flustered you were, it finally clicked.
He wanted you. Desperately wanted to make you feel good.
He enjoyed the view of the lines of your curves peeking out from under his shirt and your narrowed eyes as you tried to block out the noise. He licked a long strip across your slit and sucked hard on your clit, making you curse:
"Fuck! Woojin... Stop that damn teasing!“
Hearing his name come across your lips in such a filthy way made the heat shoot through his veins. Briefly, he stopped and looked at you.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked just to annoy you. With fluttering eyelids you sparkled at him, but he looked so beautiful, that you couldn't resist him any longer.
The dark curls framed his face like an engaging portrait, his eyes shone like liquid chocolate and his pink lips glistened from your wetness.
"For gods sake Woojin! I'll smash your face if you stop!"
The vibration of his chuckling laughter transferred directly to your core and you shuddered. With a smug smirk, he continued to itch your clit, giving you a blissful friction that had your eyes rolling. Once his tongue licked into your entrance, your stomach tensed as you bit your lip forcefully, containing all of your noises.
He started to eat you out as if you were his last meal, putting your legs on his shoulders to thrust even deeper with his tongue and his nose bumped teasingly against your clit.
It wasn't fair that he was even incredibly good at this. You clawed your fingers into the sheets and his name flowed like a mantra across your lips.
You almost forgot about his hand on your thighs until he squeezed them, slid down and grabbed the soft flesh of your ass to press you further against his face. Stars began to gloss over your vision as heated lust fogged up your mind.
His tongue penetrated you with increasing intensity. His mouth and chin were now full of your juices and he had rarely tasted anything more delicious.
If you let him, he would live forever between your legs.
"You taste like heaven, babe.... so good," he murmured, muffled by your cunt.
Then, as he sank two fingers into you and sucked on your clit, you felt your body float into the sky until you were seeing the clouds of pure ecstasy surround you. He was taking his time with you, partly for himself, savouring the moment, enjoying in the way you fell apart before him and partly to tease you into insanity.
You were afraid to explode as your orgasm washed over you without announcement.
Out of your mouth came curses and his name with the most pornographic sounds he had ever heard. You melted in his hands and as soon as your high faded he licked it all clean. Your pussy was sensitive and your hand flew into his hair as he continued.
Like an addict he kept fingering you and his plush lips kept working on your aching cunt.
"Woojin it's too much," you gasped overwhelmed as he brought on the next orgasm. He paused for a moment, looking at you and wishing he could have taken a picture. You looked beautiful with those puffy lips, buzzed look and beautiful eyes.
"You can take it, sweetheart. One more, okay?" he purred and with his sweet little smile, between your legs, you couldn't refuse him anything.
As his mouth rested on your pussy again and he pumped his fingers in and out, you began to see black dots. The next orgasm made your legs tremble around his head and you knew nothing more except his name flowing continuously over your lips.
The way you moaned his name, like it was the only one you knew, the only one that mattered, made his jeans feel impossibly tight. He started palming himself to get some relief.
But even then he didn't stop.
"One more baby. You can do it!" he said cheering you on, and you feared fainting with your next orgasm. However, your body craved it and pushed your hip right at him.
There was nothing left in your head but incoherent mass and as he pumped his fingers into you faster and low growls hummed from his throat, you came a third time. Only this time the world spun around you and your entire body was flooded with energy.
With a rattling breath you opened your eyes. You hadn't even realized you had closed them and looked down at Woojin who was wiping his mouth with his shirt.
"Fuck you squirted all over my face," he said, climbing up to you and propping himself up on the right and left sides of your head to look at you. You didn't even know you could do this.
You were still hovering somewhere between consciousness and drunkenness, unable to say a word.
"Are you all right?" he asked, lovingly stroking your temple, along your jaw, and with his thumb over your lower lip. Gradually you managed to fight your way back to reality and when you saw his brown eyes above you, you breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's all good..." you sighed even though your legs shook that much that you would probably never be able to walk again.
"Was that good?" he asked, sounding genuinely interested. Instead of answering, you pulled him down to you by the back of his neck and kissed him. Immediately your bodies were pressed against each other and he moved his lips against yours as if he had been waiting for this for days.
"Was that a yes?" he murmured against your lips and you both grinned, your foreheads pressed together, your hands tangled up in his hair.
"That was a yes," you replied, and before his confidence could grow any more, you pushed him back by the shoulder, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him.
Amazed, he watched you do it and put his hands on your hips as you looked at him from above. You felt even through his jeans how hard he was and just a small movement of your hips was enough to make him hiss.
"What do you think? You want me to return the favor?" you asked mockingly, pushing his shirt up agonizingly slowly.
He helped you take it off and dug his fingers into your hips so you would stop wriggling on his lap like that. Otherwise, he'd come right in his pants.
"That would only be fair," he replied, and you traced the contours of his rock-hard abs with your fingers. The bruises were just dark shadows by now, that you brushed one by one with your lips.
„God my head is about to explode“, he managed to say between needy sigh’s.
His cheeks were flushed and you could see how much he needed it. Now it was your turn. With a mischievous grin you climbed down his body until you were kneeling between his legs.
Only then did he begin to realize what you were up to.
With nimble fingers you opened his pants and he wiggled his hips to pull them down as fast as possible. When you pulled down his boxers as well, he gasped pathetically. His hard cock popped out and its tip was already purple. You had tortured him quite a bit.
You put a hand around his shaft and he watched you with widened eyes as you licked a little precum off his tip, keeping eye contact with him.
He had never seen anything hotter and a sweet sound rose in his throat as you began to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft.
"Holy shit... Fuck..." it tore out of him and he snapped his hips at you.
Teasingly you left your hand still and licked your lips.
"Take it in your mouth!" he commanded with a cute whine and you realized your chance to pay him back some of his bullshit. His eyes widened as he realized the position he had put himself in.
"Beg!" you said with a mean grin and he stubbornly pressed his lips together. Desperation made him gasp softly and you could see him struggling with himself. But he gave in faster as you moved your hand slowly along his length.
"Please, suck me off! Please I need to feel your mouth so bad!"
That was enough to convince you. Satisfied you palmed him faster again and finally you let your tongue circle around his tip until you took him all the way into your mouth.
His head fell into his neck and a loud moan escaped him as you bobbed your head along his dick. He buried his hand in your hair and soon he was guiding your head at a steady pace.
"Your mouth is so warm. So good. Ahh," he murmured to himself, watching his throbbing dick disappear between your full lips.
His grip on your hair grew increasingly tighter and as he pushed himself down your throat, tears welled up in your eyes. You gagged because of his enormous length, but that turned him on even more .
Gasping, he chased his own high and fucked your mouth restlessly. You couldn't breathe through your mouth anymore and his entire dick was full of your spit. Whimpering, you clawed at his thighs as he pressed your head so hard against his dick that tears ran down your cheeks.
It was intoxicating and despite the pain in your throat, arousal pulsed inside you.
"That's it, baby girl. Can't believe you let me fuck your mouth like the needy little slut you are," he growled and held you pressed onto his length for a few seconds until he continued thrusting into your throat.
"You're my little fuck toy! Mine alone!" he pressed out and his dick twitched inside your mouth.
The wet sounds, your dirty gagging and the sight of your glassy eyes made his motions become sloppy and with a few final deep thrusts, he pushed his dick all the way down your throat until your nose touched the skin of his belly and held you there.
You couldn't breathe and he came with an animalistic moan down your throat before releasing you and letting you breathe again.
By now tears, spit and cum were mixing in your mouth and on your lips. As his high ebbed he let go of you. You ran the back of your hand over your mouth and he had never seen anything more beautiful than your fucked out face. Suddenly he grabbed you and kissed you with his entire soul. You were confused by the intensity and blinked at him, when he let you go. It were so many emotions at once, that you couldn’t assign them to reasonable thoughts.
He pulled his shorts and jeans back up. Just in time as you heard the front door slam shut.
"Shit!" it escaped you in panic and with a glance at the clock you realized that you had already been messing around in your bed for two hours.
"Gunwoo and Mom are already back," you whispered, jumping off the bed to toss him his tank top, which he quickly pulled over his head.
As he stumbled out of bed, you pulled a pair of underpants out of the closet and slipped into panties and jeans.
As he stood at the door, he paused and turned to face you. Briefly, you nodded and he opened the door as quietly as possible. Your brother and Mom were carrying the groceries into the kitchen and gossiping loudly.
Just as he was about to slip out quietly, your Mom turned and spotted him.
"Ohh Woojin. You're here?" she exclaimed delightedly and Gunwoo now turned to you as well. She never looked so happy, when you came through the door…
You turned white as a sheet as your brother just stared at his best friend, while he was slipping out of his sister's room.
"Yes. I got my headphones," he said quickly, joining the others in the kitchen. Before Gunwoo could ask, you followed Woojin and said as normally as you could:
"I had them in my room. I wanted to try them out."
Woojin raised his eyebrows and looked at you obviously amazed by your excellent lying abilities.
"You mean you were going to steal them", he spat at you with the perfect amount of hatred to hide the truth.
"As if I needed to. You leave your stuff everywhere", you shot back venomously, and Gunwoo nodded sighing. It seemed all was the same as usual.
"Stop arguing and help me instead!", he demanded and threw a whole net of potatoes at Woojin.
Silently, you breathed a simultaneous sigh of relief when Gunwoo didn't ask further, and started to help him clean up the groceries.
That's how it went on for the next few weeks.
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WOO DO-HWAN in Bloodhounds – Episode 8
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Hey I wanna request a bloodhound/Kim gunwoo smut
When he goes hardcore: when he is so turned on by your actions which are not even sexual that he goes hard on you fucking you on the possible place he can like shower, kitchen countertop, bed, wall. Can you add some kinks like hair pulling choking
Kim Gunwoo X fem reader
Genre: Smut
Warning ⚠️: Rough sex , Hair pulling , choking
Walking down the road as it was a sunny day, birds chirping as the roads were now crowded with lively people as you held a smile on your face coming to a stop as you turn and head inside a new by clothing store
It was around 1:00 pm and you decided to go out for a stroll inside of being bored in the house on a nice day , luckily you brought your purse as one of your hands was now filled with bags from different brands of clothing most being for Gunwoo while only one bag was yours
Once you were inside the store as you head further inside making sure to look around the store as you noticed it was a clothing store for women as you continue looking around the store a bit more as your eyes land on a nightgown
It was [your favorite color] with sliver rhinestones around the chest part that showed off your breast cleavage , it had two straps that went one your shoulders quickly heading for the nightgown as you look for your size
After finding your size giving your self a smile as you head for a changing room making sure to knock before entering and closing the door behind you as you lock the door putting down the bags that you held in your hand
Once you placed the bags in the small bench sit that was in the small changing room , looking at your reflection in the mirror as you quickly take off your clothes before carefully slipping on the nightgown
Eyes widening a bit .. it stop mid thigh but it showed off your curves perfectly, nodding your head in satisfaction with a small smile before taking off the dress and putting back on your clothes after you were dressed you grab your bags along with the nightgown
Heading out of the changing room as you head for the register since there wasn’t much people here as it was a expensive store watching the lady as she carefully rings up your nightgown before placing it in a bag and handing it to you
Once you payed for the nightgown as you take the bag from the women heading outside as you signal a nearby taxi quickly getting inside the taxi as you give him your address once you were inside sitting your bags beside you as you look out the window as the taxi pulls off
Taking out your phone as you unlock your phone heading for your messages as you notice that Gunwoo had texted you just a few minutes ago , tapping on the message as you see he would be home a around in a hour or two
Sending him a quick ok before locking you phone as you place it back in your pocket , after a few minutes of the taxi driver driving you finally arrived at home taking out the cash as you pay the driver making sure to give him a tip before grabbing your bags and getting out the taxi
Closing the taxi door as you head for the front door quickly taking out your key as you place it in the lock before opening the door as you step inside closing the door behind you , heading for your bedroom that was down the hall front he entrance making sure to take fr your stores before entering the house fully
Placing the bags on your shared bed as you take out the nightgown heading for the bathroom as you turn on the warm water in the shower , placing the nightgown on the sinks counter before grabbing a clean towel and dry towel for the closet in the bathroom as you strip from your clothes placing them in the bin as you step inside the shower sliding the glass door closed carefully
Letting out a satisfied sigh as the warm water runs downs your body steeping closer towards the water as you let it run down your face and hair before stepping back , after a couple minutes of letting the water run down your body before grabbing the bar bar of soap
Putting your towel under the water as it slow soaks from the warm water before putting the bar of soap in your towel , once your towel was soapy enough for you taking the bar and putting in aside as you start to clean your body before finishing it us set the water
Once you cleaned yourself 2-3 more times as you turn off the water opening the glass sliding door as you carefully step out of the shower taking the towel as you start to dry your body with the towel decking to let your hair air dry , once you were complete dry throwing your used towel in the wash bin before grabbing your night gown quickly putting it on
Once you were dressed you head back in your room not caring to wear a bra or underwear since only you and Gunwoo lived here heading for your dress as you take out a pair of socks placing them on your feet before closing the dresser and taking your lotion fork the top of it putting a good amount in your hands before rubbing the lotion in your arms and legs
Placing the lotion bottle back in the dresser as you take a bottle of perfume before straying yourself a bit putting it back in the dress soon talking your deodorant and putting it under your arms
Once your were down you head down stairs as you head for the kitchen going toward the fridge as you take out the left overs from last night , putting a few skillets on the stove as you start to warm up the food
After ebt thing was warmed up you set up the table along with two plates , spoons and chopsticks for both you and Gunwoo it was only a few minutes before he would be here as you head back for the stove as you take the steak you had on the stove making sure to turn it every once and a while so it wouldn’t burn
Taking the steak from the skillet as you cut it to long thin pieces before placing it on a plate taking the plate and sitting it on the table , heading back to the kitchen as you grab a bottle of wine sitting it on the furthest counter so you wouldn’t knock it down as you head back for the other counter
Looking up at the cabinet that was above the counter since you and Gunwoo didn’t have any kids yet you didn’t own a stool so sadly you always had to climb the counter hoping your small frame didn’t fall
Sighing a bit as you start to carefully climb the counter making sure not to fall once you were on the counter using your hands to try the keep your nightgown down as you open the cabinet taking out two wine glasses as you place them in the counter before carefully trying to get down
As you were trying to get down you didn’t see that Gun woo was in the kitchen door frame and neither did you feel the gown slowly rising up your thighs as the bottom of your ass was now exposed since you didn’t wear underwear , it wasn’t like it was something new you never wore underwear once you were home it was just a innocent habit of yours that you had even before you met Gunwoo
Biting the content of his lip as his eyes watch your every move , he didn’t know why but anything you did make him feel a way and it was new to him yet he liked every bit of it ..it was the first time someone get along a girl would get angry at him if he didn’t eat , take care of himself even get enough sleep
It came to a pint where you made him move in with you making sure he ate at least three times a day letting him know every morning to come back home for lunch if he’s not to busy , you were so innocent in his eyes never knowing what was going on always looking like a lost puppy
Smirking a bit as he slowly head for you stopping behind you as he holds you waist keeping your upper part of your body on the counter as you legs dangled off the edge as you feel his clothed member press against you ass that was expose from your nightgown as you jump a bit from the sudden action
“G-Gunwoo..” reader says in a soft voice innocently as you don’t know what he was doing thinking he would help you down
“Hmm” Gunwoo hums in your ear sending shivers down you spine as you feel one of his hand move from your waist grabbing one of your legs as he places it on top of the counter causing you to be confused
“What are you doing Gunwoo.. help me down” reader says in a innocent voice as you look over you shoulder at Gunwoo ..body becoming stiff as you see his eyes darken as you become more confused
You didn’t know why he was acting like this since he didn’t act like this much you only lived together for a month now and he never acted this way .. it was new to you as you become worried a bit thinking something was wrong before you could say anything you feel hi hand remove from your leg after a few seconds you hear his pants and belt hit the floor causing your eyes to widen
As you soon realize what was happening .. it wasn’t like you didn’t have sex before , you had sex only three times and every time you felt as if it was harder for you to take Gunwoo , looking at Gunwoo over your shoulder once again as you look at him with pleading eyes hoping he would let you free this once but he didn’t
Instead he freed his harden cock from his boxers as you hear his cock slap against his abdomen as it was free from his boxers gabbing his cock in his hands as he stormed it a bit biting at his lip before lining himself at the entrance of your wet hole before pushing his whole 9 inches in your small soaked cunt
Letting out a loud gasp as you try to grab anything but to no avail since you were on the kitchen counter as you let out a loud moan feeling as you become soaked with each of Gunwoo fast yet deep thrust as he lets out a loud groan
Keeping a tight hold on your waist with his hand as he uses his free hand to reach for your hair tangling his hands in your hand as he grabs a hand full of you hair pulling your small figure towards his clothed chest as he licks your ear before letting out a deep chuckle causing your soaked cunt to tighten around his hard cock as he pushes his cock deeper in your walls as your eyes roll back
“ Your so innocent yet so dirty” Gunwoo says as he lets out a groan feeling you tighten from his words
“M-more …G-Gun-Gunwoo” reader moans out loudly as you feel his hand move from your waist as it moves towards your soaked pussy as he runs your clit at a fast pace as you mouth falls open , breath getting caught in your throat
Pushing your body back on the counter still holding your hair in a tight grip causing your back to arch as you let out a loud moan as you feel Gunwoo’s cock kissing your cervix with every fast thrust he did as you start to feel a knot forming in your stomach
“C-close ..G-Gunwoo” reader moans out as Gunwoo gives you a deep chuckle as he picks up his ice strokes soon becoming sloppy as you claw at the counter top soon feeling the knot snap in your stomach as you wet juices cover Gunwoo’s cock and lower abdomen causing him to groan as he thrust faster soon releasing his load deep in side you before pulling out turning your shaky form as he pick you up heading for the room
“Round two , yeah” Gun woo says with a evil grin
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"Man, you actually did it!"
BLOODHOUNDS
#Bloodhounds#Woo Do Hwan#Woo Dohwan#Kim Gun Woo#Lee Sangyi#Lee Sang Yi#Hong Woo Jin#my gifs#so much eye candy in this show 👀
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Woo Do-hwan and Lee Sang-yi spill the tea on how they built their bodies | Commentary [ENG SUB]
look !!!! how !!! sorry!!! he!!! is!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭
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siesta. | s. myeong-oh
▹ a/n : hello loves, long time no upload. I have missed you dearly *virtual smoochhhh* I never write for dramas but I enjoyed the glory so much I had to write something for it, you don’t really need to have watched the show to understand this. sidenote, if you already know you don’t like son myeong-oh’s character and are about to send me a rude message or comment just remember that YOU alone are responsible for the content you consume! in other words keep it pushing or you will be blocked.
▹ triggers : dubious consent, detailed smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, overstimulation, slight size kink if you squint, myeong-oh’s character alone is a trigger tbh..
▹ pairing : son myeong-oh x fem!reader
▹ synopsis : there’s a living, breathing reason that you hate going to siesta, it’s six foot and attached to a man bun.
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You released a shaky breath as you craned your neck back to peer up at the bright neon sign that hung above the expensive department store’s grand entrance. Your feet remained bolted to the pavement beneath you, unwilling to inch forward and enter the store. Not even the unforgiving cold and heavy rain that was pouring down on you was enough to will yourself to push through the shiny glass store doors.
You grimaced as you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the glass.
You looked a right mess. It was nearing the end of your busy work day, only one final task lied ahead of you before you could go home to a hot shower and a meal. Your bangs were sticking to your forehead unflatteringly, due to a mixture of sweat and rain. Your clothes were sticking to your body in an uncomfortable manner as well. You had fallen into a daze as you grimaced at your unkempt appearance.
It was the vibration of your phone stuffed deep in your coat’s pocket that made you jump. You fished the device out of your pocket to see a new message from Yeon-Jin.
‘pick up more stockings on your way back, these are too dark.’
You had begun working for newscaster Park Yeon-Jin a few months ago. Her last assistant inexplicably quit on her, or at least that was the story you were given by Yeon-Jin’s driver your second day working for her. After a few months of working for someone like Yeon-Jin you knew there was more than likely a more sinister reason that the last girl quit. You had come to realize that Yeon-Jin was a viperous individual. It was a marvel that you had managed to last this long working for her, none of her other assistants seemed to last as long as you had.
You didn’t think that had anything to do with your resolve or patience and more to do with the fact that Park Yeon-Jin was in the middle of a very public divorce from her former husband Ha Do-yeong. Coupled with the fact that there were rumours circulating that she was a bully in high school. She was under more scrutiny than ever, everyone watching her actions closely. With that being said, Yeon-Jin was more than likely more tolerable these days than in the past. She was more dismissive of you than anything else, although you had heard the horror stories of how she treated her hired help in the past. You weren’t really in a position to complain about having to work for her anyways, the ever present threat of homelessness was enough to motivate you to keep this job. Your work consisted mainly of running errands for her. Which is the reason you were standing outside in the rain in front of this store.
Yeon-Jin’s last task for you today was to pick up her dress and bring it to her so she could be prepared for tomorrow.
A simple enough task. The only issue being the store in question.
Siesta.
You hated coming here. In your short time working for Yeon-Jin you had been called to come here numerous times for a plethora of reasons, mostly picking up her clothes or whatever else she needed. You hated this place for two reasons. The owner, Jeon Jae-Jun had immediately proven himself to be just as elitist and callous as Yeon-Jin within the first few seconds of meeting him. Your chest still tightens as you recall the first time you met him here at Siesta and he had mocked your simple ballet flats. From that day forward Yeon-Jin had required you to be wearing heels to work every day.
The second reason being Jae-Jun’s driver.
Son Myeong-Oh.
You had grown to dislike all of Yeon-Jin’s friends in time. But Son Myeong-Oh left a particularly bitter taste in your mouth. He made you uncomfortable in a way you couldn’t describe.
You especially did not like that he always seemed to be there whenever you needed to go to Siesta. Like, he was waiting around lingering for the chance that you might show up.
Feeling that you had wasted enough time loitering around outside you shuffled inside after typing a quick reply back to Yeon-Jin confirming that you were picking up her dress now.
The door dinged cheerfully as you crossed the threshold into the store. It was long past operating hours, but you knew that Myeong-Oh was without a doubt here and waiting for you. His bike had been parked out front, taunting you silently as you worked up the courage to go inside.
Your Yeon-Jin issued heels clicked satisfyingly against the marble floor as you moved through the store, stopping at the door of the dressing room.
You hadn’t even been standing there for more than a second before the door opened to reveal the man who made the hair on the back of your neck stand up at the sight of him. He had his long hair down instead of in his usual bun. He was donning a mink coat you were almost certain belonged to Jae-Jun. His usual sick smirk already plastered on his face.
“You look like shit, how long were you standing out in the rain for?” He asked, his lips curling up to reveal his pearly whites.
You scoffed, it was true, you did look awful, you had spent the day running around behind Yeon-Jin, helping her prepare for a big day in court tomorrow, you didn’t even have time for a lunch break.
“I see you’ve been playing in Jae-Jun’s closet again.” You answered flatly, your eyes falling to the expensive furs.
Myeong-Oh cut you a sharp glare to which you ignored. That was the best way to deal with Myeong-Oh. Ignore him a much as possible and engage with him for as little as possible when forced.
“I’m here for Yeon-Jin’s dress.” You announced.
And just that quickly his smile had returned, he pushed opened the door to the dressing room further allowing you a peek in.
Your eyes immediately landed on Yeon-Jin’s dress for tomorrow, carefully wrapped in plastic and draped along the couch.
Myeong-Oh leaned against the frame of the doorway, “Come on then.”
You waited a second to see if he had any intention of moving and to your dismay he did not. Cautiously, you stepped forward and slid past him. Quickly ducking your head underneath his arm to get by. You scooped the dress up in your arms, doing a quick inspection to check for anything wrong with it.
Satisfied with the state of the dress, just as quickly as you had entered the dressing room you turned on your heels to exit.
You knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Not with somebody like Myeong-Oh involved and as expected, he stopped you in your tracks before you could reach the door. His tall frame blocking the doorway like a brick wall.
“You’re always in such a rush to leave. Stay and have a drink with me at least.” He suggested, his gaze moving from your eyes down to your body.
He was always so honest with his thoughts without even trying. You hated that. He never made any effort to conceal the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes. He was completely shameless.
“Yeon-Jin is waiting for me.” You stated.
And even if she wasn’t, you could think about a million other things you’d rather be doing with your Friday night then sitting at Siesta drinking with Son Myeong-Oh of all people.
“I just talked to Jae-jun, the two of them are together now, trust me you have plenty of time.” Myeong-Oh countered with a dry chuckle.
You realized now that Yeon-Jin’s text from earlier about picking up more stockings was probably just to get you to take more time. Which you were actually grateful for. You still cringe whenever you think about the first time you’d accidentally walked in on the two lovers here at Siesta.
Before you could come up with another excuse, he was already at the makeshift bar in the corner, pulling a bottle off the shelf along with two glasses.
“Just one drink.” He said, holding the bottle of expensive brandy out for you to inspect.
You glanced down at your watch on your wrist and then to the window. It was still pouring out there and you weren’t thrilled about having to go back out there again anytime soon.
Not wanting to satisfy him with an answer you quietly shuffled over to the couch, taking a seat.
You watched closely as Myeong-Oh filled the glasses with ice before joining you on the couch. Even after deliberately isolating yourself to the far end of the long couch Myeong-Oh’s cologne invaded your senses. That was very characteristic of him even though it wasn’t purposeful.
Myeong-Oh always insisted upon being the loudest person in the room, and always the flashiest, like him adorning himself in flamboyant stolen mink coats from Jae-Jun’s closet. Even him driving a motorcycle instead of a regular car felt very on brand for him. He’s so painfully transparent and predictable.
You must’ve started zoning out again because you felt a slight pinch on the exposed meat of your arm.
“What was that for?” You questioned, looking over to meet his gaze.
“You started ignoring me. I don’t like that.” He answered frankly, he slid your glass over to you.
You watched as he cracked the bottle open, peeling it’s waxy wrapper off the neck of the bottle. He filled your glass first. The brandy was a beautiful shade of amber. You weren’t much of a drinker and even when you did it wasn’t ever anything fancy. You were a simple girl in that regard.
“Thanks.” You said as you brought the glass to your lips.
You could feel his burning gaze on you as he waited for you to take the first sip. The brandy had a surprisingly sweet, almost caramel-esque aroma but it burned the minute it hit your throat.
You forced the liquor down, unable to hold back a cough and the disgusted look that took up residence on your face.
Myeong-Oh let out a laugh, even clapping for added flair.
“It’s terrible, right?” He asked as he leaned back, sinking further into the couch cushions. He took a sip from his own glass.
“You knew what it tasted like already? Why are you still drinking it?” You asked, puzzled.
He shrugged his shoulders, “It tastes awful but it’s expensive, a single bottle of this would cost me two months of my salary.”
You hummed, “Well, it wouldn’t be worth it anyway.”
Your mouth still felt like it was on fire from the first sip but you were compelled to try it again.
The second sip went down smoother. Still just as terrible though.
You felt his lingering gaze on you once more, he was always doing that. Always staring at you for far too long, he did it so often that Yeon-Jin of all people was the first one to bring it your attention, only to laugh at your expense of being preyed upon of course, not because she was genuinely concerned or anything.
“Why do you always do that?” You questioned, turning slightly to look him in the eye.
“What?”
“The staring. Don’t you know that it’s rude?” You asked,
He laughed again, “Sure it is, but I don’t care. You have a lot worth admiring.” He answered truthfully,
He leaned in closer, “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
You weren’t quite sure how to answer that. Of course the answer was yes but making that admission felt like letting him win. You felt frozen in place under his intense gaze. You felt like he could read all of your thoughts even before you spoke them.
He took advantage of your silence and boldly placed his hand on your thigh. You suddenly felt more exposed than you truly were in your skirt that left you vulnerable to his wandering hand.
His hand was warm and big, large enough to completely encapsulate your thigh in his hand if he wanted to. Your breath hitched as he gave you a gentle squeeze on the thigh. You tore your eyes away from his to peer down at the hand that was now moving down your leg.
You gasped as he suddenly in one swift motion brought your leg to drape across his lap.
The familiar feeling of goosebumps rested across your skin, this time felt a little different. There was an unfamiliar gentleness in the way he was handling you. Perhaps it wasn’t goosebumps you were experiencing, maybe the word you were looking for was anticipation.
“You should take these off. Get comfortable.” Myeong-Oh suggested, already sliding the heels off your tired feet before you could answer.
Using your ankle he pulled you down the length of the couch until you were pressed as closely into him as you thought possible. He used his free hand to place a hand on your neck in a subtle show of dominance.
The room suddenly felt three times smaller, the air between you growing in temperature.
He leaned in further, his lips immediately finding your neck. He peppered sweet pecks along the expanse of the sensitive skin there. You had to grip your hand on his shirt to stop yourself from tilting your head further to provide him with more access.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket again, drawing you out of your enchantment, “Yeon-Jin’s probably waiting for me.” You said, sliding your leg off of his lap.
He caught your leg in his hand again before you could pull it away entirely. His grasp on you tightening as he whispered in your ear, “Let her wait.”
“I really should go, she’ll be mad if I keep her waiting-
Myeong-Oh ignored you and pulled Yeon-Jin’s dress away that you were still clutching protectively and carelessly tossed it to the floor, “She won’t melt if she’s left waiting for a little longer.” He answered.
“I know, but she’s still my boss-
He cut you off by shifting his weight to lean into you further, pushing you down onto the soft couch cushions. Myeong-Oh hovered over you, his gaze traveling down to your cleavage.
“And so what? she’s a bitch, so let her wait.” His gaze only lifting momentarily to meet yours.
You parted your lips to make a rebuttal but he silenced you by crashing his lips down onto yours. The kiss was eager and hungry, your teeth almost clashing a few times. Naturally, your hands found themselves tangled in his long locks.
He didn’t waste too much more time on your lips before his wandering hands started moving again.
“You look pretty like this, small and tiny under me.” He said as his hand slipped under your shirt.
He moved down your body, raising your shirt to plant kisses along your midriff. He leaned back slightly to shrug the mink coat off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest and arms to you. The muscles under his skin moved as he did, the tattoos that painted his golden skin dancing with subtlety. You released your hold on his hair to drag your fingertips across the lion that resided on his chest.
He grasped your hand, pressing your hand flat against his chest. His heartbeat thumping against the palm of your trembling hand.
You took over this time, making the move to peel your still damp clothes from your body, starting with your coat. You felt powerful as he looked down at you with desire, his breathing pattern changing as you lifted your shirt over your head. You took a large inhale, reminding yourself to remain brave as your hand fumbled with the clasp of your bra.
He released a deep guttural groan at the sight of your breasts falling free from your bra. His hands raising to cup them in his hands, kneading the flesh in his strong hold. You sat up some to rest on your elbows to watch as he toyed with your chest. Between your legs heated up with arousal the moment he rolled your sensitive nipple in his thumb.
He picked up the pace again, his movements switching from sweet and gentle to feverish and greedy as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, intentionally nipping at the skin there with his teeth. You gasped, instinctively one of your hands raised to push his mouth away from your chest.
He grabbed a hold of your wrist, never ceasing his assault on your sensitive nipples. Releasing a chuckle that vibrated against your skin. His tongue expertly flicked at your nipples, obsessed with the squeals you were making.
He pulled away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from your breasts to his mouth.
“If you look away, I’ll stop.” He warned.
He began moving further down your body, hiking your skirt up enough to reveal your cotton panties. He leaned in, inhaling your scent before planting a kiss on your clit that was still trapped under the suffocating fabric of your panties. You whined, needing more. He didn’t give in so easily, teasing you a bit more, giving you gentle kitten licks.
You knew what he was stalling for, you didn’t want to give in either but your core ached, desperate to feel his tongue flat against your dripping folds.
“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, peering down at him with pleading eyes.
He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his hands. He toyed with the waistband of your panties and your eyes lit up for a moment, hopeful that he might finally rip them away from you to resume ravishing you.
“Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you want. Can you do that?” He asked, pulling at the waistband of your panties, forcing the fabric to wedgie itself in between your folds, rubbing right against your throbbing clit. The friction felt heavenly, you tried to rotate your hips in hope of finding some relief but it still wasn’t enough.
“Please...” You whined, jutting your bottom lip out in a pitiful pout.
He tugged harder on your waistband, biting your inner thigh as he wedgied your panties further against your clit, “Please...what?”
“Please...I want you to...lick my pussy.” You breathed, your face heating up with embarrassment.
Satisfied with your answer he didn’t waste anymore time in yanking your panties to the side and diving in, his tongue instantly finding its way to your clit. You moaned, your hands finding their way to his hair again. He held your legs back with a tight grip to keep you from closing them. He had no shame in hungrily lapping at your folds, humming against your clit. Your back arched off. the couch, leaning into him. Your hips started to rock, finding a rhythm of their own as you felt your stomach tighten with anticipation for your impending orgasm.
He could sense how close you were and took the opportunity to circle his lips around your swollen clit entirely, sucking on your pearl.
Your head fell back and your grip on his hair tightened causing him to groan, the vibrations on your clit sending you over the edge. Your orgasm momentarily paralyzed you, breathing included. Your abdomen tightened to brace yourself. You could feel your thighs shaking as you rode out your orgasm. You tried to untangle yourself from him so you could fully come down from your high but his grip tightened, his tongue never stopping. He ruthlessly lapped at your clit, overstimulating you.
You whined and pushed at his shoulders trying to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. Additionally, your muscles were still so relaxed from your orgasm that you couldn’t put up much of a fight. You huffed and collapsed back down flat against the couch as you resigned yourself to accepting whatever he would give you. Tears sprang from the corner of your eyes as he worked a second orgasm out of you, dipping his long fingers into your warmth to collect your stickiness.
Your mouth fell open as you watched him bring the fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal.
He sat up, leaning back on his haunches to admire his work. Your eyes were hazy and out of focus, still reeling from the two orgasms he just gave you. He raised your legs, pushing them back as far as they would go, leaving your ankles resting at the side of your head.
His dick twitched at the sight of your creamy juices spilling out of you. He used the same two fingers to work the lost juices back into your quivering hole. He maintained a slow pace, pumping his thick fingers in and out of you.
“You opened up so nicely for me..” He praised, watching your cheeks flush a bright red.
You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slide in and of your slick walls, fully stretching to accommodate a third finger from him.
He pulled his fingers out, suckling on them quickly before moving to undo the belt to his pants. He freed himself from his briefs, his dick bobbing freely, a bead of precum present on his tip. He manhandled you into the position he wanted before lining himself up with your entrance, he captured your lips with his, kissing you. He slid inside easily, thanking himself for taking the time to prepare you.
You welcomed him in, your walls expanding to adjust to his thick length. You moaned, feeling him stretch you out further with each thrust. They started slow, sheathing himself fully inside of you before pulling back out, his dick glistening with your arousal. He grabbed a hold of your neck again, forcing you to turn your head to the side to watch in the large mirror adjacent to the couch, his other hand held your leg back, letting him sink deeper into you.
“Look at you, look at how well you’re taking me. You’re still so tight, fuck..” He moaned in your ear, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he pressed his hips into yours.
It was so dirty, you were so embarrassed and wanted to tear your eyes away from the lewd sight but he refused.
“Myeong-Oh...” You moaned, your eyes getting blurry as tears filled them.
“Yes, let me hear you...I want to hear your pretty moans as I fuck you.” He said, a subtle hint of a whine at the end.
Picking up the pace, he kissed your neck, licking up the tears that were falling down your cheeks, his grip on your leg tightening. He was trying so hard to hold back, wanting to be gentle with you. But the second you reached around to claw at his back, your legs locking around his waist to push him in deeper sent him over the edge.
“Fuck..” He cursed, his jaw clenching as he snapped his hips into yours.
He was giving you long and deep strokes, the head of his dick kissing your cervix as he pounded into your swollen cunt. Your eyes started to roll back, and your breath quickened.
You were suddenly pulled from your state of bliss when you felt a smack on your outer thigh, “You should say sorry, don’t you think? For keeping this tight, wet pussy all to yourself this whole time.”
Your voice was shaky, and you struggled to make coherent sentences as he started to slam into you harder, “I-I...I’m sorry..” You answered pitifully in between moans.
He rewarded you with a kiss to the neck, rubbing the flesh where he had striked you.
“Good girl. Listen to you, listen to how wet your pussy is.” He said, angling his hips to hit deeper inside if that was even possible.
Wet squelching sounds reverberated around the spacious dressing room, coupled with both of your heavy breathing.
You rocked your hips into his, meeting his hard thrusts, your titties bouncing up and down as you did so. You didn’t think you could cum again so soon but it wasn’t long until you felt your stomach tightening again. You could tell he was close too because his thrusts were getting sloppy but quicker.
Your nails dug deep into his skin making him hiss. You needed the leverage to brace yourself for your inevitable orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come...!” You warned, still watching in the mirror as he fucked you.
He reached down to rub at your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips felt like electricity on your cute little pearl. It was enough to send you right over the edge and soon you were coming again, your thighs shaking in his hold.
He maintained the same pace, chasing after his own high. It didn’t take much longer, after a few more thrusts, he sunk all the way deep inside you before releasing, his cum filling you up nicely.
He pumped into a you a couple more times as he breathed in deeply to catch his breath. He collapsed on top of you, trapping you under his weight. The two of you lied there together catching your breaths. It was actually kind of nice, you felt safe and warm under him, you didn’t want to move.
But then your phone buzzed again and without even looking you knew it had to be Yeon-Jin.
Even now, as you lied under him naked and exposed, you still felt shy as you tapped him on the shoulder, “I’m sure that’s her...I should go now.” You sighed.
Myeong-Oh raised himself off of you, looking down at you once more, “Don’t look so sad, you’ll be seeing me again soon.” He winked, that smirk returning to his face.
You rolled your eyes and peeled yourself away from, gathering your clothes.
And just like that he’s back..
You left soon after cleaning yourself up, doing your best to make yourself look presentable. Myeong-Oh was kind enough to leave hickies and bite marks along your neck that were already on their way to turning a deep purple.
You did your best to cover with your hair and silently prayed Yeon-Jin wouldn’t notice.
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Your eyes rolled back as your boyfriend drove his hips against your ass his thick cock penetrating your gushy pussy, and the big blanket muffling the squelching of your cunt as your grip on your other boyfriend's white sleep shirt. "shush, Jagiya. We don't want to wake Gunwoo up would we?" woojin cooed mockingly, pulling on your ear with his teeth as his thrusts sped up. Making it nearly impossible to stop from moaning
Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your boyfriend rubbed your clit between his fingers, the knot inside tighten. "W-woojin," you whined his name, throwing your head back to rest against his shoulder as he drew his hips back before snapping them, his tip slamming into your cervix, officially pushing you over the edge.
Woojin groaned quietly, his pounding became more rapid, as he soon followed, his seed filling your sore cunny.
"had fun, Nae sarang?" Gunwoo asked sleepy, looking at you with hunger in his eyes.
Oh no.
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