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iibonniee · 1 year ago

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Scream For Me

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut

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

Rating: R

Word Count: 5.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mymoodwriting · 7 months ago

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F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Electrocution, Kidnapping, Drugs, Needles, Manipulation, Tech Implants

Words: 4K

Chapter Fifteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

(@starillusion13 @makeyourfantasydreamscometrue)

“What can we expect from NexGen now?”

Of course a press tour was the smartest move after the big announcement. It was a means to answer questions the public had in regards to safety and intentions, while also handing out the tech for free and spreading it around all over the place. You were technically the one presenting as it was your code, and your name was on the project, but Hyungwon stayed by your side, and was very much in control of everything. A lot of time was missing for you, specifically all those conferences with the press and any sort of interview. You could watch it all back on TV, every news station talking about NexGen and the AI orbs, but you didn’t recognize yourself.

A few flashes of memory would come back to you as you saw yourself on screen, but it all felt so foreign. You couldn’t say it felt disingenuous since it was you, and something you were starting to believe deep down. Or maybe that was just Hyungwon’s programming taking hold and beginning to grow. Although at the same time, more and more protesters would show up whenever there was a presentation. Many people called for NexGen to halt this project, as they didn’t want technology like this getting into their governments, into their schools, and especially not into their homes. Things started out peacefully, but as you can imagine NexGen, Hyungwon, wasn’t going to back down at all.

It really wasn’t long before protests got a bit rowdy, prompting the need for more security at these events. Both from police officers, and drones. At one particular interview taking place outside a major news studio you wound up being hit with a water balloon. It was nothing serious, but for Hyungwon that was far from the truth. Security was quick to act, arresting protestors and the drones also began to pursue and detain individuals. It all devolved into chaos rapidly. Hyungwon got you backstage, telling you to ignore the screaming while he was trying to push your consciousness under. You fought back, far too worried about everything going on around you to just black out and forget.

“I need you to stay here.” Hyungwon told you. “You’ll be safe while I-”

“Don’t hurt anyone. They don’t-”

“They started it!”

For a moment Hyungwon’s eyes flashed red, something you had never seen before. It sent a chill down your spine, and he noticed you were scared. He took a moment to calm himself, taking your hands in his.

“I’m going to do whatever is necessary to protect you. Stay here until I return.”

Hyungwon placed a kiss on your head before leaving. Since you were in the green room you turned on the TV, wanting to see if any news station was covering what was going on here, but before you could find a channel everything went dark in the room. The lights shut off, the TV screen went black, and to your own surprise Chae malfunctioned and slipped off your wrist. For a moment you didn’t understand, but then you realized an EMP must have gone off. You had been told to stay put, but you didn’t want to stay in a dark room. As you reached for the doorknob the lights suddenly turned back on, and the TV came back to life, but Chae remained off. You were going to examine him when the door suddenly opened.

“Y/n, we need to go.”

A masked figure had entered the room, grabbing your arm. You immediately yelled and pulled away, stepping back from the intruder.

“… who… who are you…?”

“I’m here to get you out.”

They took off the mask and you were shocked to see who was under it. Detective Lee stood before you, holding his hand out towards you.

“We don’t have much time, we have to go, now.”

“I… no… I can’t trust you… your partner is an android… you could be one too… this could be some kind of test… I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“My partner what? Nevermind that now, Changkyun sent me to get you, so you can trust me.”

“Changkyun sent you? He’s okay?”

“Yes, and just so you know.” The detective lowered his shirt collar, revealing a burn mark along his neck. “I don’t work for that psycho, Hyungwon, but I did survive him trying to kill me.”

“He… he did that…”

“There’s a lot more to tell you, but we need to get you away from here first. Please.”

You weren’t one hundred percent certain of this detective, but you wanted to trust him. So you took his hand and followed him out. He led you back towards the rear exit of the building, out into the alley where it was a lot quieter. You had no idea what was going on out front, but that wasn’t your concern at the moment. As you were making it out of the alley a drone suddenly approached you. Fear ran down your spine, but before you knew it the drone had been shot down. The detective didn’t hesitate to act, and continued moving as if nothing had happened. Although his actions were sure to draw attention.

More drones had become aware of your presence, prompting you to run. You could only get so far before you wound up cornered. Without hesitation you stood in front of the detective, moving while keeping him behind you, knowing the drones wouldn’t fire at you. Although that meant that Hyungwon would surely know what was going on by now. Escape was no longer an option for you, but there was something else you could do. Despite Hyungwon being in control of everything, you were aware of his plans, at least to some degree.

“I can’t go with you.”

“What? Look, all we need to do is get to the sewers.”

“It’s too late for that. The drones haven’t attacked cause they recognize me, which means we don’t have time. You said Changkyun sent you, so give him a message for me. Hyungwon is mass producing those AI orbs and intends to release them in certain areas to initiate a complete take over. The more of those things that are out there, the more power he has. You need to figure out some way to stop him. Everything is run from NexGen HQ, so that should be your focus.”

The drones were on stun mode, meaning they’d only fire rubber bullets, but they wouldn’t fire at you since that’s the last thing Hyungwon would want. That meant you could help the detective escape. So you quickly helped him lift the manhole cover, making sure he got down into safety.

“Come with me.”

“If I do, they’ll follow, and I can’t do that to you. I’ll be fine, just get to Changkyun and tell him what I told you. That’s the best thing you can do right now.”

“We’ll get you away from him.”

“You have bigger things to worry about, detective.”

“You can call me Jooheon.”

“Alright. Get out of here, Jooheon.”

You got the manhole cover back on, figuring you needed to leave the scene before Hyungwon found you. The only option was to run, so you did just that. Although you could only get so far before the drones caught up to you and one hit you with an electric shock. You collapsed to the floor seizing for a moment, eyes wide at the realization. Memories flooded in from when this first happened to you, and you couldn’t believe Hyungwon would allow this. You were still so sensitive to electricity, and he definitely knew that, so even at a lower voltage the drones could easily incapacitated you. Once the shocks had passed you just laid there, regaining your senses. After a moment you sat up, doing your best to calm your nerves. The drones all had you surrounded, tasers pointed at you in case you tried anything, so all you could do was wait to be found, and it wasn’t long before Hyungwon arrived.

“There you are! Are you okay!?”

Hyungwon pulled you to your feet, checking you over, but besides the shock you had experienced earlier, you were fine. You couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him over what had happened either, still rather drained from the whole experience. Once Hyungwon was sure you were alright he placed Chae back on your wrist.

“What happened?”

“I… I just thought you sent someone to take me to safety…”

“And when you realized I didn’t you helped them escape?”

“…”

“Who was it? Did you recognize them?”

“No…”

“I know you’re lying to me, so who was it?”

“Nobody I knew…”

“Y/n.” Hyungwon grabbed your chin, making your eyes meet. “Who?”

“The detective…”

“Detective?”

“… from before… when you had Changkyun arrested… not your android friend… the other one…”

“And you trusted him?”

“His partner works for you, doesn’t he? So I figured…”

“Hm. Where was he taking you?”

“I don’t know… the sewers…”

“Why?”

“There wasn’t much time for talking…”

“Then why did you help him escape?”

“I didn’t want you hurting him…”

“… fine, but from now on you trust no one, and you go with no one unless I say so, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let’s get you back.”

It wasn’t that surprising that Hyungwon was brushing over the fact the drones had electrocuted you. He would do anything to keep you safe, and he knew your weaknesses. Of course after such an incident the press tour was suspended, not cause the project would be halted, but for your safety. Soon enough you were back in your hometown, but you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon. Instead Hyungwon took you back to HQ, to the lab in particular.

“What are we doing here…?”

“I need to be more cautious with you. If there is anything to learn from what just transpired it’s that you’ve become a target, and it’s my fault. I’ve put you at the forefront of this whole thing when I should be the one taking the hits. So, I’ll continue with my plans by other means, but I do need to make sure I don’t lose track of you again.”

“Huh?”

“Come here.”

Hyungwon led you over to one of the tables in the lab, but you stopped in your tracks. You didn’t like any of this, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Chae moved up from your wrist to a crown on your head. Soon enough your mind became hazy, and next thing you knew you were on the table, lying on your side. Your arms were partially restrained, but that didn’t register enough for you to be concerned about it. You couldn’t see Hyungwon, but he’d fade in and out of your vision.

“You’ll feel a slight pinch, but it won’t hurt for long. Promise.”

He wasn’t kidding about that. One moment you were just floating around in your head, then you felt a pinch at the back of your neck. You screamed and squirmed a bit before the mental fog drowned out all the pain and you slowly relaxed. You were pretty certain you blacked out at some point, but you couldn’t be sure. All you could really understand was rather suddenly finding yourself lying on the couch in your office. You needed a moment to regain your sense, but your memories were still a blur. As you sat up you noticed Hyungwon at your desk, typing away on the computer. You could feel this pain in the back of your neck and reached up to give yourself a bit of a massage only to feel something solid beneath your skin.

“… what the…”

“You’re awake.”

“… did you… did you chip me…?”

“Yes. That EMP earlier did some damage to the orb I leave with you, so I need to have stronger means of keeping track of you.”

“First you electrocute me with a drone… and now you chip me! I’m not some pet!”

“I know the drone must have upset you, but you were running away, I had to make sure nothing bad happened. As for the chip, I can’t lose touch with you again, so it’s necessary.”

“It’s not! You-”

“If you want to bring up what’s done then how about you tell me the truth.”

“Huh?”

“That detective, Lee Jooheon. I know he was investigating NexGen and myself before he was removed from the force. He also broke Changkyun out of prison. I reviewed the drone footage and saw you two chatting, care to enlighten me on what the topic of conversation was?”

“I didn’t say anything to him.”

“I know when you lie to me, so stop it. What did you tell him?”

“…”

Hyungwon got up from the desk and came over to you. On instinct you moved away until you were at the edge of the couch. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, giving you this tingling sensation as your eyes went wide. Your mind was quick to fill with fog and you couldn’t think straight.

“What did you tell the detective?”

“I… I told him… you… the orbs… mass producing them to…”

“Ah, so you know about that. Hm, well telling them doesn’t change anything. Although I should move things along.”

“… hyungwon…”

“Yes?”

“… what’s… what’s your…”

You whimpered and reached up to move Hyungwon’s hand. He let you, giving you a moment to regain your senses. You had no idea what that had been, but it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.

“What’s the goal? To control the whole world? Isn’t that too much? Even for you, you’re not-”

“All I want is peace, y/n. If I have to make it and maintain it, that’s the only way to truly keep you safe. I won’t be alone in my goals, I’ll have others at my side to assist me. I’ve thought of everything, so you don’t have to worry. Soon enough I’ll do nothing but make you happy.”

“You don’t have to do all this to make me happy… just the two of us together would have been enough…”

“You’re worth so much more than that, and deserve everything.”

“I don’t want everything… I just want all this to stop… to go back to when it was just you and me at home…”

“Hm, I agree, we should go home. I just have a few more things to do first.”

Just as he said that Minhyuk entered the room, greeting you both. You couldn’t really respond before a spell of exhaustion came over you. Hyungwon laid you back down on the couch, placing a blanket over you as you drifted off to sleep.

“So, where are we?”

“Everything is good to go.”

“Excellent.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“That sounds like a full on invasion. Is that seriously this things plan?”

“It’s like a virus. If it continues to spread, it’ll grow to a point where we can’t do anything.”

“So then what are we going to do?”

Jooheon had returned to his group and relayed the information you had provided. Truth was they weren’t just a bunch of protestors. Ever since NexGen had launched those AI orbs, there were those who saw beneath all the marketing and promises of a better future. People were changing, pushing those closest to them to get an orb, some even gifting them. Everything had its cons, but those who were against the orbs tended to sound crazy. All talking like conspiracy theorists. Saying how the technology was brainwashing people, how this was all some take over and not some miracle. Of course those who were too loud about it were quietly dealt with. Soon to be seen again with a particular bracelet on their wrist.

The rest that remained knew to keep things on the down low, and protests were the place to find those who truly understood what was happening. Jooheon had done his best to bring these types of people together. He’d call them more of a resistance, one that was fighting a secret battle in the shadows. He was someone who had seen the truth first hand, and hadn’t fallen into the trap like others. He couldn’t be a police officer anymore, but he couldn’t go into this fight alone. He had been lucky to find Changkyun when he did, saving him from a terrible fate. When he broke him out of prison that sealed his own as a man outside the law. Then again, he was merely trying to save those who had fallen from grace, or soon would.

“If we could get an EMP-”

“We don’t even know where he’s going. Also, you want to knock out power for a whole town or something? You think we have the resources for that?”

“I’m just saying we-”

“You’re focusing on the wrong piece of information here.” Changkyun interrupted. “We need to attack the source, meaning NexGen HQ. I used to work there, but I’m certain things have changed, so my knowledge is outdated.”

“Can we get any inside information?”

“No, all NexGen employees have an orb nearby or on them, I doubt we could get anyone to cooperate. If anything, going near that building without a proper plan could be the end of us.”

“So what do we do?”

“We need y/n.” Jooheon stated. “She knows the building, but most of all, her code created this… thing… she’d know how to shut it all down if she could get to the source. We need to get her away from him.”

“We still have eyes on her, so we’ll make a note to look for another opening.”

“Good, keep me in loop.”

♥♥♥♥♥

As you began to regain consciousness you felt the softness of the sheets around you, instinctively cuddling them and pulling them close. You opened your eyes for a moment and then they went wide when you realized where you were. This was your bedroom, meaning you were back home. The smell of breakfast began to fill your nose and you sat up. Before you made an attempt to get out of bed the door opened, Hyungwon walking in with a tray.

“Good morning.”

“… morning…”

“Did you sleep well? You looked so peaceful when I got out of bed.”

“Yeah… I slept well…”

“Good. I made breakfast, your favorite.”

Hyungwon set the tray down before you, grabbing the utensils and offering you a bite. You were a bit hesitant, but you were hungry, so you ate. Of course everything tasted amazing, Hyungwon was an excellent chef with some cheats up his sleeve. He always enjoyed cooking for you, or with you, so this was certainly a lovely morning. After eating he let you go back to sleep, saying you were overdue for some proper rest. You did sleep some more, but after another little nap you got up. You hopped into the shower, enjoying yourself until you placed your hand behind your neck. You felt that bump again, being reminded that you were chipped.

There was probably no way for you to get it out on your own, so you’d just have to deal with it for now. Once you were all cleaned up you carefully stepped out of your room, wondering where Hyungwon was. To your surprise he wasn’t in the home office, Chae wasn’t even around either. The house was rather quiet, but when you made your way to the living room you found Hyungwon browsing your streaming service. He was looking through the most recent movie releases when he noticed you standing in the entryway. He immediately smiled and came over to you, bringing you to the couch.

“I heard you in the shower, so I figured we could make lunch and then unwind with some TV. There are a bunch of movies we haven’t gotten to see yet.”

“You’re not… you’re not working…?”

“It’s just us today, and tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. Whatever you want to do.”

“Does that mean you-”

“Sh, let’s not talk about anything else. Now, what do you want to make? We could make some of your favorites, we have all the ingredients.”

“I… I’d like that…”

“Come on then.”

Hyungwon held his hand out to you, and the two of you went to the kitchen. It felt like before, just enjoying each other’s company and being together. He’d guide you while you cooked, adding in ingredients and letting you take charge. As you were nearly done with the food you picked a movie. You both sat together to watch, enjoying the comedy film you had chosen. Afterwards Hyungwon cleaned up the plates, letting the food settle down for you. While he cleaned the two of you chatted about what you had just seen, and the best parts. For the time being it was so easy to forget what was going on with the rest of the world.

“It’s getting late, so I should give you your medicine now.”

“Medicine? What medicine?”

When Hyungwon came over with a small case you nervously backed up, but he assured you everything was alright. He sat down next to you and opened up the case. You didn’t recognize the blue liquid in the vial, or this mention of medicine at all.

“What… what is that…?”

“Just a little something I prepared for you.”

“That’s not medicine… is it…?”

“Clever girl.” Hyungwon kissed your head. “I want to make sure I can keep you safe, so I created these nanobots special for you. I injected you with some after I placed the chip, but more are needed.”

“Nanobots?”

“It’s safe, darling. You know I want what’s best for you.”

He gently took your arm once he filled the needle. You felt the pinch from when it broke skin and watched the blue liquid disappear into your body. You probably should have reacted differently, to resist and question, but there had been a subtle fog in the back of your mind all day. You wanted things to just remain this way, but you couldn’t, not entirely.

“Why nanobots though…”

“Hm… I don’t want to lose you… that is my greatest fear, and I won’t let it come to pass.”

“I’m flesh and bones, Hyungwon, whereas you’re a machine. You’ll certainly outlive me.”

“That’s a problem for later.”

Hyungwon watched you fondly for a moment before placing a kiss on your cheek and excusing himself. You watched him go, wondering how long you could stay like this. Although the answer came sooner than you expected. Suddenly you felt this pain at the back of your neck, and you noticed Hyungwon collapse to the floor. Everything in the house suddenly glitched out, and you realized what had happened.

“Hyungwon…!”

It had never occurred to you until now what could possibly happen if Hyungwon was hit with an EMP. He was an android afterall, and NexGen models only had such a small resistance. This isn’t how you thought things would end. You tried to get to him, but you were also in distress. Next thing you knew your front door was busted down and a bunch of masked individuals stormed inside. Two came over to you and grabbed you, dragging you out of the house. Although all you cared about was Hyungwon. Some of the other intruders had gone to him, and they certainly weren’t kind. He was already down, yet they felt the need to beat him.

“No…! No, don’t hurt him! Stop it! Please! Stop!”

Your cries were left unanswered, and then a bag was placed over your head, cutting your world to black. You knew you were placed in some sort of vehicle, and that’s when you did your best to cease your cries. You had no idea what was going on, but you were scared. You drove around for a while before coming to a stop and being taken out of the vehicle. Wherever you were, it was cold, but you could hear voices around you. Eventually you came to a stop and the bag was removed. You needed a moment to adjust to the light, then you were met with a familiar face, one you didn’t think you’d see again.

“Changkyun?”

“Long time no see.”

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 1: Monsta X bias wrecker - Hyungwon✨️

Royal Secrets

AN: Starting the week off with Hyungwon! My Monsta X bias list has been... a journey since I got into them but, he's prevailed lol. Also, the first Monsta X fic on the blog 🥳

Synopsis: You knew being in a secret relationship with the crown prince is incredibly stupid and reckless but, when he smiles at you like that and kisses you until you can barely remember how to breathe, it all seems worth it.

Heads up: Chae Hyungwon x Fem! Reader, established secret relationship, Non-Idol AU, bit of a mix between a period piece and fantasy AU, Prince! Hyungwon, Royal Seamstress! Reader, the plot is paper-thin, brief mentions of hunting, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), oral sex (f. receiving), slight overstimulation (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie, brief mentions of wanting to have children towards the end and a sprinkle of angst.

Word count: 1765

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"Someone could've seen us," you hiss against Hyungwon's lips as his hands run along your sides, and he presses you against his bedroom door.

"There wasn't anyone in the hall," he mumbles in response, his large hands running along your hips and thighs and pushing up your dress. He's usually a lot better at controlling his desires. Both of you knew you'd like be dead if anyone found out that you were sleeping with, let alone dating, the crown prince.

"I missed you," he breathes against the sensitive skin of your neck where his taken to kissing messily. "Missed you too," you gasp out, holding onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Eyes fluttering when he nips at you and your insides squirm when you feel him pressed against your stomach.

"I'm never going on another one of those stupid hunting trips again," he grumbles and you can't help but, laugh breathlessly at his annoyance. "You're ah t-the prince. You're ex-expected to accompany the k-king on royal hu-hunts."

"Well, I think that's idiotic. When I'm king, I'll never make my sons accompany me on some archaic societal trip, " he mutters against your skin, his breaths sending shivers down your spine. Making the wetness coating your thighs so much worse. You choose to ignore the way your stomach flips at the mention of him taking the throne one day and having children. That's a can of worms for another day.

You cup his handsome face in your hands and pull him into another world-titling kiss. Gods, you really did miss this. A sharp gasp leaves your lips when his hands knead your breasts. Desperate mewls being swallowed by him as fingers toy with your nipples through the fabric of your dress.

Hyungwon is usually the more composed one. Sending you amused grins from across the room when you become flustered seeing him in his royal attire or, biting back a smile when your shakey hands take his measurements for some or other robe you need to make for him in a room filled with people. He rarely gets like this. Not that you're exactly complaining. These past few weeks without him have been torture.

"You have no idea how much I've missed having you like this," he mutters against your throat, leaving messy kisses on whatever skin he has access to. His large hands impatiently tugging down the neckline of your dress. Before you can chastise him for not being a little more delicate, his mouth envelopes one of your sensitive nipples and all thought dissipates.

"Hy-Hyungwon," is all your brain can manage at the moment. Needy hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging. Your knees buckling dangerously when he very lightly runs his teeth along the sensitive bud. He even has the nerve to breathe out a laugh against your skin at your reaction. He's lucky you're too desperate and wet for him right now.

His other hand kneads and massages your unoccupied breast. Long fingers tugging on your nipple and pulling sounds out of you that briefly make you worried that someone might hear. He soon distracts you from that thought when his hand drags downwards, fingertips brushing against the wetness between your thighs.

"You're not wearing anything?" He asks after removing his mouth from your nipple, a barely constrained feralness in his lidded gaze. "I thought it-it would make th-things easier," you stutter out while he continues to run his fingers along you. He's being so unfair right now.

"Fuck," he practically groans. His eyes shutting momentarily as he seemingly tries to gather his bearings. Before you can concretely realise what's happening, he's impatiently pulled you onto his overly large bed. Frenzied hands tugging your dress up while he slots himself between your thighs.

You don't think you'll ever quite get used to the sight of his head buried between your thighs. You're sure almost everyone in the kingdom would have an aneurysm if they saw their prince like this. Fortunately for you, you're the only one who gets to.

Your hands fly to his hair at the first drag of his tongue. High-pitched whimpers and moans falling from your thoroughly kissed lips as Hyungwon makes it his personal mission to bring you to completion with his mouth in record time.

Hiccuped cries of his name, or what you're able to piece together of his name, fill the space of his bedroom along with the obscene sounds of him sucking and lapping at you. Your hips jolting into his face further when he runs his tongue along your entrance and his nose brushes your hypersensitive clit all the while.

Maybe it's because it's been so long or it's because your boyfriend is stupidly gifted with his mouth but, it doesn't take much for you to fall off the proverbial edge. Tremors coursing through you as he doesn't stop. Eager licking up everything you're willing to offer and keeping you firmly in place when overstimulation begins to set in.

Not stopping until he's well and truly satisfied.

Your lungs burn as you try to catch your breath once he finds it within himself to show you mercy. Despite just cumming literally seconds ago, the vision Hyungwon is makes you clench hard. Usually immaculately styled hair completely ruined by your tugging and fisting and his pretty lips coated in your arousal. His lidded, hazy gaze finding yours while his tongue chases any traces left of you on lips.

He's too much, gods.

"I should go away more often if it gets you to cum like that," he muses.

"Weren't y-you just complaining about t-the hunt not too long ago?"

"Yes, it's an awful tradition but, clearly you missing me has its benefits,"

"You know what? I didn't miss you actually if you're going to be insufferable about it,"

His answering laugh turns the butterflies in your stomach to dragons.

"Your pussy says otherwise,"

Before you can retort, he slots his mouth over yours once more. The taste of yourself on his tongue sends you further into a heady tailspin. Your hands clawing at his stupid shirt. You're sure your more professional side would be aghast at how you're treating his admittedly pristine shirt but, you can't bring yourself to care at the moment.

His smug chuckle irks you but, you can't be too annoyed when he shrugs his shirt off. Finally letting you feel his bare skin against yours while he hurriedly tugs off his bottoms as well. You'd be lying if you said his desperation isn't wildly attractive. Those weeks must've worn away at his patience.

The air in your lungs stills when you feel him tease your entrance with the head of his ridiculously pretty cock. Well, seems like he still has enough composure to tease you and make you beg. Your pride isn't worth pretending you haven't been aching for him. Missed the familiar, pleasant sting of him stretching you.

"Please," you whine, desperately clawing at his back and trying your best to entice him to just sink into you.

"Please what?"

Sometimes you wonder why you love this annoying, mean, insufferable man.

"Please fuck me," you whimper, grinding yourself against his length. Coating him with your wetness as best as you can in this position.

You try not to grin when he falters. A throaty curse leaving his lips and his cock throbbing against you.

"You're lucky I missed you," he says, usually warm eyes filled with dark promise as he sinks into you. While you appreciate his concern since it's been some time, you just wish he'd sheath himself inside of you. Letting you experience the drag of every centimetre of him.

Perhaps that's what prompts you to wrap your legs around his slim waist. Giving him (and yourself partly) little time to comprehend that he's now fully inside of you. He whines. He actually whines against your shoulder while his cock pulses. You don't think you've ever been more wet in your entire life.

"Hyungwon please. Move, please," you whimper into his ear, clutching at his broad back. That seems to snap him out of whatever daze you put him in. Fiery, lidded eyes finding yours through his hair. He fucks you without abandon. Large hands holding you to him while he kisses you so harshly that breathing comes as an afterthought. Too lost in his mouth and his hands and his pretty, long cock that always brings you to tears.

"You wanted my cock, right? Why are you whimpering and crying? This is what you've been craving, isn't it?" He bites against the shell of your ear, chuckling when you tighten around him and shudder underneath him. Before he can continue on his self-satisfied tirade you interject, "Yes, wa-wanted your cock. Miss-missed you. Love you."

He becomes frenzied then.

Picking up his pace considerably and shoving his hand between your bodies. He moans when you instinctively clamp down on him, long fingers rubbing almost frantic circles against your sensitive clit.

"Love you t-too," he stutters out between sloppy kisses. Peppering wherever his mouth is able to reach. Your neck, your cheek, your lips.

It catches you by surprise when Hyungwon cums. His hips stilling as his cum fills you. You've missed this more than you fully realised. It's warm and familiar and just him, and it doesn't take much more for you to fall apart once more right after him. His moans increasing in pitch as your walls spasm and clench and milk his hypersensitive, still cumming cock.

"You're trying to kill me," he mutters against your throat, his ragged breathing leaving goosebumps in its wake. You giggle a little deliriously, toying with the ends of his overgrown hair, "Says the man who practically fucked me within an inch of my life."

"I was just making up for lost time," he responds, smiling against your skin.

Hyungwon watches you drink your contraceptive tea. Trying his best not to get distracted by your naked form on full display.

He knows you two can't be together. Not in the ways you want to, at least. But, he's never loved anyone more in his entire life. He probably seems spoiled and naïve, but he would happily give up his crown if it meant building a home with you in the countryside. Raising children with your pretty eyes and his hair.

It's only been a year. It's going to be quite some time before he can bring himself to tell you any of this. For now, he'll have to be content with what the two of you can have.

#chae hyungwon smut #hyungwon smut #monsta x smut #1k followers celebration day 1 #1k followers celebration #1k followers milestone

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minzbins-moved · 1 year ago

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(940115) happy birthday hyungwon 🎂

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monsta-x-jagi · 15 days ago

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His Consigliere’s Favourite Cocktail - Part 2

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Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: overuse of petnames, smut

Notes: n/a

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For last week’s mission in the projects, Hyungwon did indeed end up having more men. You had given Minhyuk the order to bring some extra men, knowing Hyungwon wouldn’t. You then squared the money for the extra labour with the accountant, Jooheon. Minhyuk and Jooheon had both given you a cheeky grin as they completed your request. If Hyungwon knew you had put Minhyuk and Jooheon up to the job, he didn’t mention it. You actually hadn’t seen him since the night before his mission, both of you having been busy with conflicting schedules, but for you, this weekend was a quiet one for you. All the boys except Changkyun out on missions somewhere, which is why you weren’t surprised to open your front door to see the youngest member of MX’s inner circle. What did surprise you was his anxious expression.

“Hey Kyunnie, something wrong? I though we were hanging out tomorrow.”

“Yes, we are, but I need your help with something right now,” he said urgently.

“So then what can I do?”

“I need you to get Hyungwon out of jail.”

“Alright, give me a ride there then.”

Visiting the jail wasn’t out of the ordinary for you. You walked in armed with a warmed up legal brain and a briefcase full of cash. Whether it was for bribes or for posting bail, you'd know within a matter of minutes. It was a Sunday night, and the station wasn’t seeing much traffic. You approached the desk of an Officer Jeong, who was MX’s usual point of contact for police business.

“I’m here for Chae Hyungwon?” You asked.

Officer Jeong looked up and smiled sweetly at you. “Aren't you a darling, little miss? Coming to pick up your boyfriend?

“Mmm funny. What’s the charge?” You asked as you sat across from him and propped up the briefcase on his table.

Officer Jeong glanced back down at some papers. “Grievous bodily harm?”

Fuck. GBH wasn’t easy to handle if the victim talked. You already knew this would be a bribe type of case and not a bail type of case.

You plastered a fake smile. “I sense some uncertainty there in your voice. So how about we play a game? You tell me which element you’re missing and I tell you exactly how few things you can actually charge him for?”

Officer Jeong chuckled brightly. “You’re a good lawyer aren't you?”

You leaned in closer and placed a hand on the briefcase to draw attention to it. “And you’re a good cop. So why don’t you tell me what the real charge is?”

Officer Jeong was quiet, and you knew he was looking around the room just to check if one of his straight-laced coworkers saw him. When he realised it was safe, he placed a hand on the briefcase and nodded at you in his silent signal.

“It’s not like we can prove GBH without serious injury. And serious can be subjective right?” Officer Jeong said as he pushed himself off his chair and left towards holding. A few minutes later, he returned with Hyungwon.

Unlike most young men being picked up from police stations, Hyungwon didn't hang his head in shame. He stood in front of you with his hands in his pockets and greeted you wordlessly with a nod. You gave a generic goodbye to Officer Jeong, who informed you Hyungwon’s car will be brought out by an officer soon.

“Thanks for getting me,” Hyungwon said as he took some quick steps to catch up with you as you walked out of the station.

“Don’t thank me,” you replied while holding open the door for him. “It’s what I’d do for anyone.”

Technically, that was a lie. The consigliere only bailed out people this late at night if the don was asking. Hyungwon knew his boss wasn’t home this weekend, and the police hadn’t even gotten around to processing his paperwork yet. He deduced Changkyun must have been listening in on the police radio and probably told you.

What you just did wasn’t something you’d do for just anyone. It warmed Hyungwon’s heart but he kept that to himself. He walked out to stand beside you. “I don’t see your car. How did you get here?”

“Changkyun dropped me off, and said I can get a ride back with you,” you replied, all but confirming his theory.

Hyungwon ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “About that… I don’t know if I can drive you safely.”

You spoke quickly to cut him off. “Don’t say anything. We’re still on police property. I’ll take the keys.”

Once the car was ready, you sat in the driver’s seat, adjusting things to your liking. Hyungwon didn’t bother with adjustments and just squished himself into the passenger seat, which he always kept adjusted to your height across all his cars (not that he’d ever tell you that).

You two drove silently until Hyungwon spoke. “I don’t think I was prepared to see you like this,” he said with a chuckle.

“Like what?” You asked without looking away from the road.

“You never drive. You and Hyunwoo are the only ones who use personal drivers.”

“Are you trying to say I am a bad driver?” You asked as you reached a stop light and finally looked at Hyungwon. You wouldn’t call yourself a bad driver, especially since you knew traffic law very well and could pass the theory test with your eyes closed. You were just an inexperienced driver.

He seemed amused, as he replied, “I just think it’s funny that you can’t even look at me for a second when you drive.”

You scowled and turned back to the road since the lights turned to green. “It’s important to keep your eyes on the road, and it’s not my fault you haven’t unlocked consigliere style privileges of being driven everywhere yet.”

“Do consigliere privileges include dressing like that?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Driving meant you couldn’t read a single expression on Hyungwon’s face, or look at what or where he might be pointing at. All you could read into was his tone, so you waited for his verbal answer but it didn’t come in the form you expected.

You felt cold fingers trail up your exposed thigh, and flinched slightly.

“I meant, do you wear these skirts because of your consigliere privileges?” Hyungwon asked in a teasing tone.

You swallowed. You couldn’t check your skirt right now, nor could you remember what you wore tonight. You couldn’t even remove a hand from the steering wheel to adjust your clothes.

“What’s wrong with my skirt?” You asked.

Hyungwon’s fingers now dipped to the inside of your thigh. “I just meant, did you plan to wear a skirt that would ride up this much? I can see it move higher each time you move your foot to brake.”

He squeezed your thigh just as you reached another stop light. Pushing the break had your legs coming closer together, meaning his fingers were now held between your thighs until you started driving again.

With the car stopped, you turned to Hyungwon again, and saw him smirking. He rubbed his free thumb on your skin and said, “Now are you squeezing my fingers because of the brakes or something else?”

“Just the brakes,” you said with a shaky breath.

Hyungwon wiggled his fingers between your legs, and you parted them slightly so he could free them. As you did, the car moved forward just a little.

“Oh steady there y/n, the brakes,” Hyungwon said.

“Oh fuck!” You nearly shouted, and slammed your foot down, making the car lurch.

Your head hit the back of your seat, and you felt your hair clip digging in to your scalp. You took several deep breaths to calm yourself, and heard Hyungwon’s badly muffled laughter beside you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Chae?” You admonished while you gingerly reached back to undo your hair clip.

“Nothing, I just hadn’t realised you were such a passenger princess,” he said between a few wheezed giggles.

You chucked your hair clip at him, before driving again.

Hyungwon appeared to have enjoyed the drive back to the MX compound, which took an extra 10 minutes because you drove under the speed limit. You parked the car in front of your own house with an aggressive, jerky stop.

“Come inside for a bit, we still have to discuss your GBH case,” you said as you switched off the engine.

You got out of the car and walked to your front door. Hyungwon wordlessly followed you, closing the front door after him. He followed you all the way to your kitchen where he watched you grab two coffee mugs.

“I need to go make some coffee and grab some documents. Your stuff is still in my room if you want to shower,” you said.

In your eyes, this was a caring gesture. MX members had to make themselves available if the consigliere requested it, but you knew Hyungwon would much rather clean up first, maybe even get some sleep and talk in the morning instead. If you made it sound like pushing the meeting back was your idea, then Hyungwon didn’t have many valid reasons to disagree.

You went to your bedroom, and sat against the headboard with some random papers you’d need on a later date to bed. You placed the two cups of coffee on your nightstand.

Hyungwon walked in a little after you got comfortable on your bed. “Trying to stay awake?” He asked, nodding towards the coffees.

“Yeah, we still need to have that chat,” you replied as you put your papers down. You noticed Hyungwon had a small towel around his neck and his hair was still damp. “Didn’t you find my hairdryer?”

“I did but I am a little nervous about heat damage,” Hyungwon replied as he sat on the bed beside you.

You giggled at his response. Hyungwon had a habit of bleaching his hair, so he kept away from hot tools. He resumed towel drying his hair and you tried to return your attention to the documents in your hand, but the movement of Hyungwon fussing with his hair kept catching your eye, making it difficult to focus.

Feeling your gaze on him, he stopped and looked your way. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Hyungwon immediately winced when he realised what he had called you out loud, but you didn’t seem to mind. You eyed him for a few more moments before you placed your documents down on the bedside table. You shuffled closer to Hyungwon’s side and took the towel from him. You stood up on your knees and moved to straddle his lap. You then placed the towel back on his head to start drying his hair again, and smiled in satisfaction when you saw Hyungwon’s body relax a little more against the headboard. You also allowed yourself to rest more comfortably on his lap, and his hands settled on your hips.

Remembering his words earlier, you murmured in a small voice, “Sweetheart? Do you really think that of me?”

Hyungwon hummed as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, too lost in the feeling of having you on his lap while you dried his hair. “Think what of you?” He asked languidly.

You shrugged. “Just, you know, now, when you called me sweetheart, you don’t say it often.”

Hyungwon started rubbing circles with his thumbs on your stomach, mostly to calm himself in case you were preparing to tell him off for calling you sweetheart. He didn’t open his eyes, and asked in the same laid back tone, “Do you want me to say it more often?”

You shrugged and continued drying his hair. “No, it’s just that it was unexpected.”

Hyungwon opened his eyes to look at you. “No? You don’t like sweetheart?”

Your hands stilled in his hair. Should you reveal your true feelings tonight, or was it not the right time? He was in bed with you, calling you his sweetheart while you sat in his lap and dried his hair. Was that supposed to mean something?

You eventually settled on not confessing. “It’s not that, I meant like, I don’t hear it a lot, but like its not bad or anything, I was just wondering why, um, yeah…” you stammered until your voice slowly died out.

Hyungwon removed your hands from his hair and held them in his lap between you two. “Y/n, if you don’t like sweetheart, I can call you literally anything else. I could say baby, love, honey…”

You dipped your head down to hide the smile taking over your face. No, you couldn’t let him see how much you liked hearing that. “No, Hyungwon, it’s not that.” Sighing, you looked back up at him, and found his eyes full of hope and sincerity, and quickly changed your mind. “Look, I really do like those little names. I like all of them actually. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what, bunny?” He asked, his eyes twinkling.

You cracked a smile, and shook your head. You removed your hands from Hyungwon’s to begin drying his hair again, trying to ignore both his questions and the fluttering of your heart.

“C’mon, sunshine, tell me what’s wrong,” Hyungwon persisted as he watched you focus back on his hair.

“Don’t worry about it Hyungwon, you can call me whatever you like.” As curt as your response was, Hyungwon could see from the way your face lit up with each pet name that you were enjoying it.

“Tell me, angel, what’s bothering you? Is it work?” He pushed, clearly enjoying watching for your reactions. And maybe also because of the hope that this lighthearted dynamic with you might mean he can finally hear about your inner thoughts.

“No, no, just because you’re being all mushy doesn't meant I am going to share my work,” you replied. His hair was mostly dry now, and you focused on smoothing it down with you hands.

“Does my jewel need me to do something else for her then?” He asked, his voice dropping a little lower. You and Hyungwon both knew what he was offering.

You chose not to reply and instead stood back up on your knees so your hands could reach the back of Hyungwon’s head and continue finger brushing his hair. It brought your chest much closer to his face. Hyungwon held your waist, helping you balance as you leaned forward.

“You smell lovely, princess,” Hyungwon said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

Knowing he couldn’t see your face, you smiled to yourself. Taking his earlier kiss as an invitation, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head before lowering yourself onto his lap again.

“You smell good too, cupcake,” you replied once you were facing him.

Hyungwon broke into one of the widest smiles you’d ever seen him have. “Since when am I cupcake? You usually say baby and darling.”

Your eyes widened as you realised that Hyungwon had not missed the times you slipped with your words. Although you did have a reason for picking cupcake.

Hyungwon took in the way your eyes twinkled as you played with his freshly dried but unstyled hair. “Your head looks like a cupcake,” you finally explained with a giggle.

A mafia consigliere. Telling a seasoned fighter. That his head looks like a cupcake. The rest of MX would be hollering if they heard that.

“Oh really? A cupcake? Do you want to eat me up or something huh?” Hyungwon teased.

You shrugged, a coy smile playing on your lips as you glanced up as if in deep thought. Hyungwon slipped his hands underneath your shirt, his fingers rubbing your waist.

“Higher, please,” you said, breaking from your deep thoughts about cupcakes.

Hyungwon raised his eyebrows. “Higher? Do you want a massage?”

“I mean, I can just get my massage gun, you don’t have to,” you began. It was probably too much of an inconvenience to ask him to knead your flesh with his large, strong hands right?

Hyungwon brought his hands to your shoulders and gently pushed you back so that you fell backwards onto the mattress. He had you laying on your back before you had even finished your sentence.

“Or I guess not then?” You said, more to yourself than him.

Hyungwon moved to hover over you, and took your chin between his fingers. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and pulled back before you reciprocated.

“Turn onto you stomach, blossom. Your cupcake would love to give you a massage,” he said.

You scoffed amusedly. “Where are you getting these little nicknames from?”

You studied his face for a few seconds, admiring how the lights above him created a small halo around his head, before flipping on to your stomach. Hyungwon straddled your legs so he could comfortably reach your upper back, but kept his weight on his knees. It only took a couple kneads of his fingers for you to let out a moan.

“Please god oh please keep going,” you sighed, closing your eyes and sinking further into your mattress.

“I can go for as long as you need, love,” Hyungwon said, and he hoped you knew he didn’t mean that with any undertones of the sexual transactions you had usually shared in the past.

You weren’t really sure how long Hyungwon (wait no, your cupcake) continued to be your masseuse, since you closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Likewise, your cupcake (wait no, Hyungwon) took pleasure in hearing your happy noises which eventually subsided to nothing while you retained a content expression on your face.

Even when Hyungwon stopped, you didn't open your eyes.

“Hey,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you sleeping?”

“Mmnooo,” you replied, half muffled by the mattress.

“C’mon, sleep properly. You’ll get cold and your neck will hurt tomorrow,” Hyungwon said as he nudged you awake.

You grumbled that the light hurt your eyes but still dragged yourself to the top of the bed so you could crawl under the covers. Hyungwon joined you soon after he turned off the lights. Immediately, your body turned to face his and he opened up his arms so you could nestle yourself against him.

“We forgot the coffee,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I’ll take you to get nice coffee in the morning, if you want,” Hyungwon replied as he stroked your hair.

“I didn’t finish my work today.”

“Don’t stress your pretty head about that.”

You pulled back a little to look up at Hyungwon. “Hey. I take my job seriously.”

Hyungwon looked down at you, finding your dedication equal parts amusing and concerning. “I take your well-being seriously. Sleep for now, I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”

“I should have let you sleep sooner too,” you said. “I shouldn’t have even mentioned the massage.”

Hyungwon almost rolled his eyes. “Just say thank you and go to sleep.”

You kissed his chest. “Mm okay, thank you.”

He kissed the top of your head. “You’re welcome. I like making you happy. I need to make sure you’re okay.”

Hyungwon fell asleep. You did not. You stayed in his embrace, thinking. He enjoyed making you happy? Was that supposed to mean something or was it the sleep talking? Your relationship right now was good though. There was no reason to change it. You got the sex you wanted, the friendship and company you wanted, and other good moments in between. Hyungwon was both fun and funny, he took an interest in your life and he made you feel good both physically and emotionally.

But what did he get out of being with you? He got sex, and you knew he enjoyed it. You had informed him he could receive unlimited legal advice from you as long as you were together, although he hadn’t really cashed in that offer yet.

If Hyungwon could hear your thoughts, he would’ve said your heart. It’s not that he didn’t want to feel your sweet cunt squeezing his cock, or live happy with the knowledge he’ll never face prison, but he wanted more than whatever this was. It had been months of this - sex, with sweet moments interspersed somewhere, like today. You drying his hair, and him giving you that massage, all the while you teased each other with pet names was having the same effect on both of you.

Awake or asleep, both of you were wondering the same thing: it’s more than the sex, it’s the person.

Hyungwon woke up first. He saw you had rolled away from him sometime during the night. A smile graced his features as he took in how peaceful you looked. Sleeping seemed to be the only time you weren’t plagued by the mountains of work you insisted lawyers had to do. Maybe that’s why you were the most high strung person Hyungwon had ever met.

Hyungwon shuffled to your body on the bed. He reached over you to tap your phone and check the time. It wasn’t even 10am yet. There was no reason to be awake. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and falling asleep again.

Your eyes fluttered awake. You extricated yourself from Hyungwon’s hold, which wasn’t hard since he was a deep sleeper, and checked the time on your phone: 11:43am. Too late for breakfast, clearly. You propped your head up on your hand and gazed at Hyungwon. His thick lips, soft wavy hair, toned arms you liked to be wrapped in… you had never voiced how much you enjoyed soft mornings like this, and the need to experience them for eternity seemed to grow stronger each time you woke up with Hyungwon. You pressed a kiss to his temple, hoping it conveyed what you wanted.

Feeling your hair brushing his skin as you moved above him, Hyungwon stirred.

“G’morning,” he groaned in his raspy morning voice while keeping his eyes closed.

“Mm hey. Sleep well?” You asked as you pressed another kiss to his face.

“So well,” he replied as he rolled on to his back, eyes still barely open. “C’m’ere.”

He lifted an arm for you to tuck yourself under and had you lay across his chest. You two snuggled up close, with blissful smiles on your face. Hyungwon stared at the ceiling, mindlessly tracing patterns on your back, while you listened to his calming heartbeat.

Finally, he broke the silence. “You know, last night, I met with these jewellery sellers.”

“Yeah?”

“There is a gem auction happening soon, invite only, and I managed to get us one. Do you want to go?”

“I thought you had a mission last night, not personal business?” You asked, lifting your head off his chest to look at him.

Hyungwon shook his head reassuringly and you lay back down on his chest. “No, it was a mission.”

You hummed, and asked, “So how did you end up in the police station?”

If it wasn’t for how both you and Hyungwon were in a mafia, his answer would have been horrifying. “I sort of almost ran somebody over with a car.”

Your eyes briefly widened and you propped yourself up again to look at Hyungwon. “Well that’s certainly GBH alright. I assume your victim lived since it wasn’t homicide?”

“Yeah, I let him live once he gave me the information. The auction is going to…” Hyungwon began, but you shushed him quickly.

“Baby, don’t,” you said while placing a finger on his lips. “I know we have a personal relationship but I still need to follow protocol. I’ll receive the information through Hyunwoo after your debriefing.”

Hyungwon picked up your hand from his lips and kissed it. “Baby? A personal relationship?” He repeated your words with a smirk.

You tried to pull your hand away, put some space between you two, but he held on tight.

“Uh nuh, you gotta tell me what this personal relationship is,” Hyungwon said, keeping you in place as his other hand toyed with the hem of your shirt.

Your eyes moved to the ceiling, the window, anywhere but him as you gave an unconvincing answer. “Ok so, we have a… personal relationship. I interact with you in a non-professional capacity… like friends.”

“Hmm… friends…mmm, friends…” Hyungwon rolled the words around his mouth as his hand slipped under your shirt to trail up your side. “Changkyun must be lucky then.”

You pursed your lips. “Kyunnie? What’s he got to do with this?”

Hyungwon’s hand had reached your chest now, and his thumb was brushing the curve of your breasts. “I’m just saying, your friends are lucky people, because they get to do things like this.”

He started rubbing your nipple with his thumb and a small gasp left your mouth. After a few more circles, he squeezed your nipple, catching you off guard and making you drop down to your elbows. It brought your body back in contact with Hyungwon, who held you close and rolled over so that you were under him now.

“Do all your friends get to see you like this?” He asked, having now pushed your shirt up enough to expose your chest.

“No,” you said quietly with a shake of your head.

“No? Wow I must be special then,” he smirked and lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You cried out, and clenched your thighs, trying to get some friction.

You felt Hyungwon smile against your breast as he pulled his lips off it. “Do you need attention elsewhere?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Words, blossom. Tell me where you want me,” he replied, sitting up but still rubbing your saliva covered nipple with one hand.

“D-down there,” you said in between breaths.

Hyungwon’s face still had that self-satisfied smirk as he reached in to your pyjama pants. He ran a finger in between your lips, feeling the wetness that had been pooling between your legs.

“Can I take these off?” He paused and gestured to your pants. You nodded, and he tugged them down to your knees.

He returned his fingers to your core, stroking up from your hole to your clit. He used the wetness on his fingers to help circle your clit in agonisingly slow circles. “I can’t believe you let your friends do this to you.”

You tightened your lips around your teeth to stop a whine from escaping, but you one little moan escaped as you bucked your hips up in to his hand.

Hyungwon pulled his hand away from your clit and smacked your thigh. “Stop trying to hide your pretty sounds from me. C’mon love, deep breaths, I want to make you feel good.”

Your body heeded Hyungwon’s words before you had a chance to comprehend them. “Oh fuck,” you sighed as you relaxed and sank into the mattress. Now with every breath there was a string of little moans escaping. The loudest one burst out when he inserted a finger.

Hyungwon watched as you clutched at the sheets and thrashed your legs just a little. “God sweetheart, I want to hear those sounds everyday.”

“You could - ugh - fuck - you could if you - hiss - fucked me everyday,” you replied, with your sentence being broken up each time he pumped his finger in and out.

“Is that what you want?” Hyungwon asked as he watched you threw your head back with your eyes squeezed shut. “You want to fuck your friends everyday?”

“Hng- no.”

Hyungwon took that moment to push in another finger? “No? You’re clenching pretty hard for someone who doesn’t want to fuck their friends.”

“Oh fuck you Hyungwon,” you growled, trying to raise yourself a little more often the bed.

“Fuck me? Why’s that? Does no one else know how to make you feel good?” Hyungwon curled his fingers inside you, oh so close to that spongy spot.

You let out a seething breath. “Don’t fucking test me.”

Hyungwon curled his fingers inside you again. “Can your friends do this baby?” He asked as his fingers finally hit the spot.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, head thrown back.

He ran his fingers along that spot again. You knew your orgasm was starting. Your fingers scrunched sheets as the pleasure coursed through you, making your eyes roll back and legs tremble. Hyungwon kept his fingers working inside you.

“That’s it baby, ride it out. You’re doing so well for me,” you heard his voice somewhere above you. He brushed some of your hair off your forehead and placed a kiss on your brow when you breathing began steadying again.

You rolled your head to the side to find him and looped a hand around his neck to pull him lips down to you. You could feel his smile as you kissed him softly. You drew up your knees closer to your body. Feeling your knees against his body, Hyungwon ran his hand up soothingly from your knee to your hip as he pulled your body in closer to his own. As his hand moved higher to your waist, you lopped both arms around his shoulders to pull him closer to deepen the kiss. It brought his hips over yours and allowed you to feel his clothed hard on against your exposed core.

You pulled back from the kiss slightly. “Let me take care of you,” you said in a whisper as you pushed your hips up to rub yourself against his erection.

Hyungwon gave your lips a quick peck before pulling back even further. “No, y/n, this was about you.”

You pouted. “But I want to make you feel good.”

Hyungwon smiled and tapped your lip that was jutting out. “Hm, cute. But I can’t stay, blossom. I have a meeting.”

Your pout stayed as Hyungwon pushed himself off your bed and sat on the edge. You pulled your pyjama pants back on, as sticky as they were, and got off the bed to stand and face him.

“Well at least come shower with me?” You asked as you offered him a hand.

Hyungwon smiled bright as he took it. “The day I say no to that question is the day you should take me to court.”

It was a few days later when you saw Hyungwon again. The whole of MX was gathering to discuss the next course of action regarding their jewellery heist.

The plan for the jewellery heist was as follows: Several MX members would bid on jewels, driving up the price and preventing anybody else from taking them, until as many of the jewels as possible went back into storage, where remaining MX members would be taking them from before any payments were made. When the jewels are discovered as gone, before they could reach the individuals that purchased them (MX), you would be filing a series of insurance claims for all the pieces Hyungwon “claimed” at the auction - essentially, MX would be double dipping by committing insurance fraud.

Since it was suspicious when multiple members from the same mafia came to a jewellery auction, each member had believable covers. Minhyuk was an art collector dabbling in jewels, and Hyunwoo was an accountant representing some investment firm (conveniently owned by MX). Jooheon was the replacement for the host of the auction, whom Minhyuk was getting rid of just before the auction was supposed to begin. Changkyun would make an appearance later in the evening as a jewellery designer, while carrying necessary tools to break into the safe room the jewels were stored in. Kihyun would follow Changkyun after he sets up explosives. Finally, as usual, Hoseok would hang back to coordinate everybody.

It was rare for you to attend strategy meetings, so you stayed silent the whole time, instead noting down a reminder to yourself to prepare all necessary documents for insurance claims.

“I hope all of you keep any documents you’re given about these jewels so I can submit them with the totally legit insurance claim we’re making,” you said to the room.

“Actually, Miss y/n, you’ll be picking them up yourself because you’re going out on the field as Hyungwon’s cover story,” Hoseok said, with his mouth set in uncomfortable line.

You first looked to Hyunwoo to double check this was indeed a confrmed, final, set win stone plan. When your boss nodded, you gave Hyungwon a quick glance, but his face was neutral.

“I uhh haven’t been in the field in ages guys,” you replied hesitantly. “Although it could be a good change of pace and scenery,” you quickly added, trying to stay positive. “What exactly is my role?”

“You’re going as Hyungwon’s partner,” Jooheon replied with a dimpled smile. “You’ll have fun I think, looking amazing all dolled up, not that you aren’t already pretty.” Under the table, Hyungwon cleared his throat and extended one of his long legs to kick Jooheon. The message was clear: back off.

You pursed your lips as you looked between the two. Your team was counting on you to do this, and usually you would take any mission given to you, even though you weren’t someone who regularly went out in the field. But this time, you were worried. Could you stay level headed while pretending to be a couple? Would you lose sight of what’s real and what’s just the cover story?

You would find out a week later, on the night of the auction.

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lavenderbexlatte · 1 year ago

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day 14: anonymous sex

monsta x 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Chae Hyungwon NSFW

🖤 warnings: music as a form of intimacy(?), anonymous sexual encounter, public sex🖤

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You don’t like EDM.

Or, no, it’s not that you dislike it, necessarily. You’ve just never counted the genre among your favorites. It’s unavoidable, though, as the soundtrack of choice for festivals, clubs, and TikToks alike.

And concerts, as you’re discovering tonight.

This is supposed to be a pop-rock kind of show, some band that your friend recommended, playing at a dingy little venue downtown that you frequented as a student. You were younger then, looser with the amount you drank, less concerned with the music playing and much more concerned with meeting someone cute in the crowd to take home (or, far more realistically, to just fantasize about with your friends). Bagging the lead singer for one wild night, meeting your soulmate among the sweaty throngs of moshing music fans…you’ve imagined it all, drunk and ridiculous with your friends.

But now, older and less patient and looking for a simple solo night out with good music and a reasonable number of alcoholic beverages, you’re slightly dismayed to learn that the first act you’ll have to sit through before the headlining band is a DJ.

A DJ. Not even another, lesser-known rock group. But a DJ.

It’s your own fault, you reason, for not checking the ticket listing more carefully, or scrutinizing the posters on the way in. You could have arrived later, missed the opener, and taken your time getting ready.

But you snagged a rare high-top table along the side of the open floor, which is exceptionally good luck, so maybe you’re better off having come early, after all. You’re comfortable, perched on a stool, slightly taller and far more relaxed than the milling groups of people standing around, the brave souls already crushed a few rows deep against the front barrier along the stage.

Even if you have to sit through some DJ’s lame-ass set.

Your interest is piqued, though only slightly, when the lights dim and the DJ himself walks onstage.

He’s kind of unassuming at first glance, just a tall guy in a dark hoodie and a brightly-colored jacket overtop. Even when he faces the crowd from behind his setup, he doesn’t look like much. A mop of dark hair, a small delicate face barely visible under the drooping hood of his sweatshirt.

He kind of reminds you of a turtle, if you’re being honest. The slight point to his thick (…pretty) upper lip gives him a slightly reptilian look, complete with dark tired eyes and a kind of slow precision to his movements.

He introduces himself as DJ H. ONE, which strikes you as kind of funny.

Most DJs would take the beginning of their set to plug their socials, try to hype the crowd, or do something else equally as embarrassing, but he doesn’t. No, he just gets into it, hands right at the turntables, skittering across the laptop that he carried onstage with him.

The music’s not terrible, either.

You still don’t like EDM much, though, so rather than dancing like some of the more excited people at the front of the crowd are doing, you’re just sitting there. Enjoying yourself, sure, but not exactly partying. You’ll be happier when the band comes out.

“You’re so hot!”

The call ringing up from the front row surprises you, and it seems to surprise the DJ just as much. But his bemusement passes quickly, and with a strikingly charming half-smile, he pushes the hood off and shakes out his dark hair.

He…is kind of hot, isn’t he?

It’s a small venue, and under the harsh spotlight you can clearly see how the semicircles of eyesmile stand out on his face. He’s relaxed a little bit now, it seems, as he bounces more intently to the beat that he’s manipulating, bobbing his head to the staccato bass.

The DJ’s gaze passes over the front-row crowd, the equal-opportunity party people who are getting down to his music, and then.

And then he looks at you.

He looks at you, he meets your eye, and he pauses.

You can’t figure out why, for a moment – you don’t know each other, you’ve never met, and after a quick glance downward you conclude that nothing Is noticeably wrong with your outfit – until it dawns on you.

You’re here alone, you stand out from the crowd because you’re sitting rather than standing, and you aren’t dancing. Friends have told you before that you’re capable of some intense resting bitch face, and you’ve probably been aiming it directly at the guy as you scrutinize his good looks and his musical aptitude.

He’s looking right at you, eyes unreadable even as his hands keep working the keys and knobs. He doesn’t seem offended by your lack of reaction. Rather, it seems like curiosity.

He breaks the eye contact, focus returning to the task at hand. He tilts his head to the side, telegraphing his careful consideration.

The song changes, the hard beat he’d been throwing down melting away into something smoother, more melodic, an R&B kind of sway. A few whoops of approval come up from the crowd, taking in the new atmosphere.

But the DJ simply looks back at you.

There’s a question in the shrug of his shoulders, and you’re a little self-conscious that he’s even asking.

This is better, you have to admit to yourself. The sultry slow jams are usually your pick over the loud club bangers, hence your general disinterest in EDM. But this guy is playing a game, and you can’t let him win so easily.

You cross your arms over your chest, and you fix him with a flat look. You can’t help the grin that creeps onto your face, though, as he takes in your stubborn dismissal and nods resolutely.

The music changes again, and this time it’s reggaeton.

You laugh.

Why this DJ has decided that pleasing one particular audience member is his main priority for the night, you can’t fathom. But that’s what he’s doing. It’s undoubtable now. He’s trying to get a reaction out of you, feeling out what kind of music you like.

Suddenly, all the fantasies that your younger self had conjured in this very room, the silly and impossible trysts with artists and rockstars, seem very much possible.

You’d laughed at the sudden left turn, but as the DJ smiles at you, baring small even teeth and wrinkling his nose delicately, you shake your head. If he’s looking for music that’s your style, he hasn’t found it.

His set has to be coming to an end, soon. He’s been onstage for nearly 20 minutes, somehow.

He’s still looking at you, eyes gleaming. You raise your bare wrist and tap it, as if showing him a watch face. Time’s up, dude.

The DJ gives you another nod. He grins even wider.

The reggaeton fades away, replaced with the familiar guitar-heavy opening of a song. Even so, it takes you a few bars to recognize exactly what you’re hearing.

When you put it together, you laugh again, harder. It’s a song by the band that you’re here to see that got heavy radio play a few years back, popular enough that even you, a casual fan by the loosest definition, know every word. It’s remixed, of course, but the crowd goes absolutely wild with anticipation. Smart.

The slightly smug look on the DJ’s face makes you want to be contrary for the sake of the game, though, so you shrug through your laughter. It’s a mixed message since you can’t help but sway along to the music, but that’s fine.

He hasn’t spoken for the duration of the set, but as the last chorus of the song comes around, he reaches for the microphone.

“Getting excited?”

His voice is deep, slightly nasal, and tinged with a kind of whine that makes you wonder what other tones he can take on, in other situations.

The crowd whoops back, a little half-hearted, but he grins. “I can tell.”

You’ve never encountered a person of so few words, because he doesn’t say anything else as he taps and mixes his way through the end of the track. And it ends, resounding, as the DJ pulls his hood back up and settles it carelessly over his dark shaggy hair.

“You’ve been great,” he says, leaning into the microphone as he disconnects his laptop from the rest of the system. “Catch you later.”

It’s a casual goodbye, and you’d be a little disappointed to see him go, except for the fact that he sends you another grin and a little nod toward the opposite corner of the room. Toward the backstage access door, you realize.

He can’t be serious.

Despite the daydreams you’ve made in this room over the years, despite your deep fascination with this man and his intentions, you don’t want to look overeager. You really don’t want to go running to the stage door like a teenage groupie, no matter how interesting or cute of a guy is trying to link up.

The stage crew takes away the DJ setup, and lowers the arrangement for the band. The instruments come out, and the lights cycle through a quick test.

And then the headlining band comes on, with no sign of your DJ.

Must not’ve been that serious.

You’ll enjoy the concert, anyway. Comfortable at your high-seater table, with a drink and a good view over the bouncing crowd, you settle in for the rest of the night.

About three songs into the set, there’s a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, expecting a drunk girl doing whatever it is drunk girls do but not-so-secretly hoping-

The DJ.

Smiling, standing there just behind your seat. He says something, but you can’t hear him over the roar of the band. You just regard him for a moment, his pretty face and his dark hoodie.

It would be a shame to lose this prime seat, and even more of a shame to miss the main act that you paid to see.

You stand up, carefully check that you have all your belongings, and you walk toward the exit.

He's behind you, all the way. You can hear his footsteps. But before you can make it to the outside door, there's a hand on your shoulder, slim fingers and heavy rings.

"You actually trying to dip out?" he asks.

"Did you want me to stay?"

He shrugs broad shoulders, peering at you from under his hood. "If you wanted."

It's not even a closet, but a hallway.

Backstage, mostly dark, dingy crushed velvet on the walls. An ill-kempt attempt at luxury, smelling strongly of cigarette smoke and dust.

It feels kind of nice against you, though, as your DJ crowds you between it and himself.

Hurried, is the word for it. His jeans are down just enough, your bottoms moved out of the way. Both of you still fully dressed. There's no time for formalities, no need for more intimacy than this. His attention from the stage was like foreplay, and his fingers up your thigh, between your legs, was even more.

When he buries himself in you, you swear you see stars.

"Don't you wanna tell me your name?" he asks, into your hair.

You wonder wryly if he wants a name to moan. Something to hold onto, while he loses himself in you.

You fix his hoodie on top of his fluffy hair, brush your fingers down his face.

"Ask me next time."

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Prisoner to Temptation | Epilogue

Putting a cut here for my beloved @starlightfantasy so as not to spoil things for her. :D

Word Count: 2k (I know, short but super sweet)

A/N: I really should have known that taking a mental break from finishing this story would have disrupted the flow of the universe as we know it, and now we’ve all been made to suffer through the extraordinary stellar beauty of half-naked Chae Hyungwon. He really did that and he did that for me. And, here, I foolishly deluded myself into thinking that I was the one controlling the pain around here. Hyungwon’s had all of the power all along... He compelled me to stay up until 2AM to publish this so I didn’t miss the final week after all.

Anyway, onward toward our happy ending!

Cvr | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | Ep

The royal wing rang with shrieks of pain and howls of agony so loudly that most corners of the palace grounds had been pierced, too. At the epicenter, in the former bedroom of the Princess Supreme, they were most shrill. There, Naran was propped against her headboard, her hands gripping two straps tethered to the ceiling as a pair of mid-wives pressed back her knees. Sweat poured down the princess’s face, and her thin cotton robe clung to her body.

“It is time, Your Majesty,” said a squat, wizened woman, with her own sweat-peppered brow and wise eyes.

Empress Indeok turned her attention to her daughter-in-law, though the princess couldn’t seem to focus her gaze on anything in the room. In her firm, soothing voice, the empress said, “Naran, are you ready to welcome your baby to the world?”

“No, I want Saran. Where’s Saran?” demanded the frazzled princess.

Hyungwon mopped a fresh cloth along his wife’s forehead as he answered, “She’s still a week out, darling, remember?”

Naran’s eyes widened to their limit as panic overtook her. She shook her head frantically. “No! I have to wait for her! She has to be here. We can wait, right?”

“Your Highness,” warned the mid-wife, “you must keep Her Grace calm.”

“And just how do I do that?” he snapped. “She’s suffering so.”

“Talk to your wife, Your Highness. She will need you to help her through this,” the old woman urged.

Hyungwon grabbed the support ties by Naran’s hand, and the princess immediately snapped the trap to clench his hand, too. With his free hand, he brushed his wife’s sodden bangs from her forehead as he praised her, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now?”

“Liar,” snarled Naran though she squeezed his hand urgently.

“You’re having our baby. What could be more beautiful in the whole world?”

“Wonnie, I’m so scared.”

“As am I, my love, but it’s a good kind of scary, isn’t it?”

Indeok rubbed Naran’s forearm as she added, “It is terrifying, but in a few minutes, it will be perfect. You’ll be a family.”

The princess let out a pained sob but nodded. “Please do not leave me, Mother.”

A single tear slipped from the corner of the empress’s eye as she laid a reassuring hand on the princess’s enormous stomach. “I swear it then.”

“Your Highness,” said one of the younger midwives to Naran, “it is time to push.”

The panic was back in Naran’s voice as she jolted up. “How?”

The old woman who knelt between the princess’s legs gently guided her ankles back a bit higher and wider as she continued in a sturdy, confident voice, “Bear down as hard as you can and trust what nature tells you to do. Do not forget to breathe, Your Highness.”

Naran’s terrified eyes whipped up to her husband. Sweat dripped into them, making them itch, but Hyungwon was quick to wipe it away.

“You’re ready, my love. You can do it,” he assured.

“I can’t. I can’t. It hurts. You’ve no idea how much.”

“You’re right, I do not, but you are the most fearsome person I have ever met, Naran. You can do anything. Squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Hurt me if you must. I’m right here.”

The princess looked at her husband, who had never looked surer of anything in his life. Her hand tightened around his tighter and tighter and tighter, and though her nails bit into his skin until creases formed at the edge of his eyes, Hyungwon’s support did not waver.

At last, Naran announced, “I am ready.”

“Push, Your Grace,” urged the midwife, and Naran let out a grunt and a wail as her eyes winched shut until she saw blooms of white like dandelion seeds exploding in the wind.

“Breathe,” Hyungwon whispered in that reassuring rasp that she loved.

The princess gulped for breath, and as the other midwife counted down on her fingers, the one stationed between her legs said, “Push!”

Another round and then another and then another. Each time, the agony intensified until Naran was nothing but a bundle of straining muscles and raw nerves.

“There’s the head!” the midwife rejoiced at length.

Naran’s head sagged back on her shoulders. It wasn’t the pain that overwhelmed so much as it was the intensity of the whole experience. Her body felt distended to its max. She wanted to curl in on herself like a pill bug to escape, but there was an even more pressing need to purge herself. Her body had not been her own for months on end, and it was fighting tooth and nail to reclaim itself.

“Wonnie,” she whimpered, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

He kissed her then and turned his hand in hers to hold it properly. His soothing gaze met her strung-out one, and already, she felt strength welling in her again. He smiled then and said, “It’s almost over, darling. We’re finally going to meet our baby.”

“Yeah…” she said breathlessly.

“And when you teach it Moghul, you’ll teach me, too, right?”

“Push, Your Highness!”

Naran screamed a yes through another squeeze as the midwives readied the room for the baby’s arrival.

Hyungwon continued combing his wife’s bangs back from her forehead as he continued, “And when our child is old enough, we will ride back to Moghulikhan.”

“I was born... On a horse... You know,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“I know.”

“One more!” the midwife commanded again as she pressed back the princess’s knees, and this time, as Naran gulped for breath and winched her eyes shut, she funneled what was left of her strength into her belly muscles. At last, the pressure released, and as soon as it did, she felt her bones turn to jelly. She sank into the bed with an incredulous sob and a drunken laugh, and when she glanced up, Hyungwon was crying.

“My love?” Naran said weakly.

Only then did the shrill cry pierce her foggy brain.

Their baby had arrived.

“It's a girl, Your Highnesses!” one of the midwives proclaimed.

Again, Naran looked nervously to her husband, but the enormous smile on his face was equaled only by the day she had told him she loved him too. Wet tracks glistened on his cheeks as the midwives handed their daughter to the prince. The bundle was small and tight, but the wails were earsplitting, yet it was the most resplendent sound she had ever heard in her whole life. The princess couldn't see her baby's face, but she didn't need to. She saw her husband's. Every curve of Hyungwon’s face was as soft and puffy as a cloud and just as bright as he rocked the bundle in his arms.

“She's beautiful, like a little star,” he whispered. It was nearly drowned out by the baby's cries, but Naran heard it all the same. “Just like her mother.”

The midwives finished cleaning up the princess, and Naran barely had the strength to do anything other than stare at her new family beside her. The eldest midwife rattled off instructions for the prince, who nodded and hummed as though he were listening though his eyes never left his daughter. The midwife grinned as she grabbed a wet cloth and dabbed the baby's face clean before she returned to the princess.

As the sheets were tucked around the princess's waist, the grandmotherly midwife said, “Congratulations, Your Highnesses. May she be as strong and gentle and beloved as the two of you are.”

“She’s already beloved,” murmured the prince.

He bowed to the midwives and, at last, laid their daughter on Naran’s breast, its scrunched and angry face huffing out rattling breaths that soothed with every beat of its mother’s heart. A moment later, Hyungwon crawled into the empty space beside Naran and joined her head on the pillow so they could both stare at the little moon face who had finally stopped screaming. His arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Welcome to the world, little princess,” cooed the empress as she tickled her finger under the baby’s chin. There was marvel in Indeok’s eyes as she whispered, “A granddaughter… How lovely. I always wanted a little girl. She’s perfect.”

“She is,” echoed Hyungwon.

Naran nodded, a drowsy smile pasted on her lips. Her words were slurred with both exhaustion and love as she said, “Someone please tell my Magda, though, no doubt her ear is already at the door.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, My Lady!” came the trembling proclamation through the wall along with the telltale hiccup of poorly controlled sobs of joy.

Indeok laughed and kissed all three of her loved ones on the forehead before she stood, smoothed out her hanbok, wiped another round of tears from her eyes, and headed for the door. “I will share the good news with the palace. You three stay here and fall deeper in love.”

“My mother,” laughed Hyungwon, “ever the poet.”

“Yes, well, I have much to write about these days, do I not? I will send for some fresh cold water and some nourishment. Congratulations, Your Highnesses,” said the empress with a deep bow for the two generations behind her.

“Thank you, Mother,” Naran said weakly though it was with a grateful smile.

With that, Indeok slipped out, and the last thing the princess saw before the door closed was Magda’s red face bloated with tears and a toothy grin.

“Saran is going to be so disappointed she missed this,” murmured the princess.

“How can she be disappointed with such a mesmerizing creature here to greet her?”

Naran smiled and sighed effervescently.

“How are you feeling, my love?” Hyungwon asked.

“Exhausted and very sore, but never better.”

“Whatever you need, just tell me,” he urged.

“A kiss?” suggested the princess, tearing her eyes away from the squirming, huffing bundle on her chest to her husband’s glowing face.

The prince planted a lingering kiss on her lips before he nuzzled his nose along hers, and then they returned their loving gazes to their new baby.

“What shall we name her?” asked Naran, entranced.

“How about something Moghul?”

She gawked at her husband. “You want to name a Goryeon princess something Moghul? The Emperor will laugh us out of the realm.”

“You’re still here, Princess Narangerel,” he teased.

“Yes, but I walked into this role. I wasn’t born into it, and I’m certainly not the granddaughter to the mighty Emperor Gongmin.”

Hyungwon scoffed playfully. “By the time Goryeon Court gets done with its thirty million ceremonies, our little star will be gifted another thirty million names of distinction. She is ours and her name should be a special gift from us.”

“I love you,” Naran blurted suddenly.

The prince kissed her again, slowly and gently, careful not to wake the tiny pink bean now slumbering. When he pulled back, he said, “So, is that a yes to a Moghul name?”

“Absolutely yes, and I think I have the perfect one.”

“Let me hear it, my darling.”

“Odgerel.”

Hyungwon tested it out on his lips, and by the last syllable, the name had curled them into a smile. “What does it mean?”

“Well, my name means sunlight, my sister’s, moonlight, and Odgerel means starlight. I thought since you have called us both your little star—”

“I love it. It’s brilliant.”

“You do?” Naran asked excitedly.

The prince nodded. “It’s a name fit for a princess of two realms, but more importantly, a name fit for our little princess. Odgerel.”

“Odgerel,” repeated the Princess Supreme as she studied the scrunched face of her daughter. With a happy sigh, Naran said, “She has your button nose.”

Hyungwon grinned a wonky grin and tightened his arm around his girls. “You think so?”

“Mm, definitely. I loved that nose the moment I saw it,” his wife said as she kissed him on its rounded tip.

“Naran?”

“Hm?” she murmured, her eyelids drooping with every passing blissful second.

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

“Mm, mine too…” said she as she drifted in and out. “I love you, Wonnie.”

The prince kissed both his princesses’ crowns then, and with the last of her consciousness, Naran heard her husband whisper, “I love you more than anything, my lights of my life.”

A/N: I hope I fulfilled my promises to you and delivered the fluffy, joyous ending our leads deserved. At over 125k, we can add another tally to my MX archives of excessive indulgence. I know there’s a serious lack of chapter Hyungwon fics out there (why??? He’s so deserving of adventures and romance and happyhappyhappy endings. Where are you, my fellow writers??? *sob*), so I’m super-duper happy to have contributed something now for other people who resent this, too.

Now for my love song to you, my reader friends:

I can’t emphasize enough how grateful I am to have journeyed with so many of you to our happily ever after here. When I started this story, I knew it was going to special to me (because Hyungwon is special to me), but I had no idea it would be so special to so many of you. Through Hyungwon and Naran, I have gotten to meet many of my readers, including those of you who prefer lurking in peace yet still reached out to tell me you enjoyed the story. Thank you all for including me in your reading experience! I feel privileged. <3 I write everything with love, so I’m thrilled that so many of you felt that.

I promise I have lots more inspiration and even motivation (*coughs* GQ behind-the-scenes *coughs*). The MX community is comparatively so quiet despite how large and international its fanbase actually is, so I feel the compulsion to continue to contribute on the regular. I’ll have four more October stories coming down the pike, but in the interim, I also have the completion of Neo Seoul, a few other oneshots I have so close to completion, a Changkyun chapter fic I’m honestly pretty jazzed about, another Hyungwon chapter fic inspired by Cowboy Bebop of all things, and another OT7 embarrassing smutfest, too, eheh. Count on more universes, themes, and new styles, too—but no second person (but y’all know that by this point haha). I hope you find a few more things you can enjoy with me. <3

Signing off from the prosperous, optimistic, and happy capital of Namgyeong,

Biff Hofosho ;)

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