#kang hyewon
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𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚝. 𝙷𝚢𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Tags : Light Angst, Drinking, Hate Sex, Rough Sex (It gets rough), Daddy Kink, Degradation, Belly Bulging, Fingering, and one mention of peeing.
A/N: First fic finally came out... Thank God! I just want to say thanks to @capslocked for introducing me to other writers that helped me out. Thank you @gangplanksorenji, @ggidolsmuts, @iznsfw, and @fillinforlater for editing and guiding a beginner like me. Also thank you to the other writers (that didn't want their name to be mentioned.)
A glimpse, no. Perhaps a little longer, a gaze maybe? How about something more drawn out, a stare? To and away, you stared. “This is getting dangerous,” you deemed all the while staring at her.
The two of you walked slowly in the wet, desolate streets—admiring the peaceful solace the night brought. The streets lighting up but dying down; a moonlight gleam hugged her delicate features. The midnight dress emphasised her pale beautiful skin, foregrounded by the starry night. The base of her neck—her defined collarbone seeping down to her chest—caressed by the midnight breeze.
The rushing rain trailed off of your face. Her hand held yours, pulling you through city streets. Twisting through your callous hand, your hands intertwined. A mistake maybe? No matter. If it was you from the past it might’ve posed a problem but not anymore. By pure instinct, you grasped hers as well, strengthening the purest form of human connection.
A light flashed at the corner of your eye, the bus stop sign reflecting the moonlight glare. She seemed to not mind the rain, but you didn’t want her getting sick. A pull, strong enough to take control but gentle enough not to hurt her, was all it took to break her gait. You pulled her towards the bus stop, sheltering the both of you from the rain.
Admittedly, you pulled her a tad too hard; and Hyewon, unable to stop, came crashing onto your torso. Not wanting gravity to take control, you stiffened up.
“Yah!” she growled.
Your arms welcomed the crashing Hyewon, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Wet. Both of your clothes drenched and hers even more noticeable—her soaked clothes clung onto her body, tightening around every single curve, the very definition of form-fitting. You felt it all: the warmth of her hand on your pecs and her hot humid breath making its way up to you.
Seeing her eyes squeeze shut and her lips quiver, you brought her closer to you—embracing her a little while longer in hopes of soothing her distress.
You held her by her shoulders, “Sorry! Are you ok?” full of concern.
She unwrapped her eyelids, “Y-yeah. I’m fine. You just… surprised me, that’s all.”
You plopped her down on the bench, safe from the rain. Shivering, probably because of the cold, you took off your coat and wrapped it around her—not taking “no” for an answer.
“Oh… thanks.” She looked up, her eyes like that of a raindrop—reflecting your irises into hers. Hyewon would normally be easy to read. She was the type of person to lay it all bare—making you comfortable knowing she didn’t have any ulterior motives, but this time felt a little different. Her irises reflected the care and intimacy you had for her. You tried to look away but you were immediately drawn back in.
You take a kneel, your face now half an arms length away from her, only now do you notice the peaks of her mounds piercing through her dress. Bare. With every breath, her thin frame expanded and contracted. The fragility of her body displayed itself in all its glory.
“It worked out anyways,” her voice brought you back to your senses, “You dragged us to where I planned to go.”
And so, you waited for the next bus to arrive. A moment of peace and tranquility, a moment so plain from which insanity can derive from. Yet you felt your consciousness ebb away, and as clear as your thoughts were mere moments ago, your head slowly swayed into the flow of the wind. At once, you were struck with a certain heaviness. Your head over your shoulder, on the lookout, only to see Hyewon’s head leaning against it. Unbeknownst to you, your cheeks flushed red like a paper lantern, the city serving as backdrop. Were you able to disassociate yourself tangibly, the scene transpiring right now painted a romantic cliche.
A beam of light made its way around the corner—the bus finally arrived. “Hyewon,” you shook her by her shoulders. A small shift but nothing more. “You’re joking?” you murmured.
“Where did she even want to go…?” A heave and a ho, you carried her like a log. The driver motioned towards an empty seat in the back row. You sat her down once again with utmost care to not wake her up. Her head flailed towards the window—thump, thump, thump—hitting the window as the bus rode through the bumps. Your hand broke through the space in between and pulled her head closer up against your shoulder, her head resting on your shoulder once again.
Deep asleep, she didn’t notice you going through her bag in search of anything indicating the location of her humble abode. It didn’t take long, Gyeoul Gong-gan Apartment Unit 381. “Wait… we live in the same apartment. What am I doing?” you mused, your thoughts clearly influenced by the devil’s nectar. With a tolerance stronger than most, weakness struck with a heavy advantage. Clearly not used to it, your eyes grew heavy and fell—only putting up a tiny struggle before your head soon followed.
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Flashback…
The pitter-pattering of the rain echoed throughout your apartment. The once lively place now reflected the same gloom the weather gave off. Oddly enough, it was calming for you. It served as a nice distraction to what used to be an apartment teeming with happiness and laughter—enough to rack up multiple noise complaints—now filled with a dreadful quietness, constantly reminding you of your lonesome. Minutes slipped by without notice, you found yourself staring at the ceiling with no recollection of the events prior to your sleep. Whether it be the drinks or the stress of university life, nights were no longer the same. There was never a release, a sigh of relief like there used to be, but it was all a subconscious effort to distract yourself.
After a couple of seconds, your pillow started to vibrate, or so you thought. It took quite some time before you could get his body moving but you did. You have one missed call. Suddenly, you felt rejuvenated. “Did she call?” you scrambled out of your bed, “I knew it was all going to be okay.” And similar to that of a balloon, you deflated—shoulders slumping and your breath slipping out—just as quickly as you scrambled. “Hey man… wanna go out to eat,” the message read out, “Class is starting again, the others are worried about you.” It was your best friend, Seonghoon.
It’s been a while since your friend group last hung out together; and because of the pandemic, the first years of your university life took place online. Little did you know that this supposedly forgettable and uneventful time in your life would actually be your undoing. One that would imprint a mark inside that would slowly gnaw at you from the inside out. Like a boat hemmed in the fog—fog so light it looked like cotton, fog so light that you couldn’t help but underestimate it—the captain’s head on a swivel. So desperate, you looked for any light that shone through the softest white that enveloped you. Clouded. And there it was, the fire and the glow in the form of a girl. More luster than the starry sky and more luminous than the lone lantern in the night. Like the vacuum of space, she took you in with a pull stronger than that of black holes. The same dark nothingness in the middle of the starry sky, she was a person of immeasurable depth—an abyss, so enthralling you couldn’t let your gaze slip.
The fire that embraced you with the warmth in the cold darkness, turned out to be the same fire that would reduce you to ashes—to nothing but a former shell of yourself. She called the tune and you listened. The tidal waves that would move as the moon influenced. The same body of water that would be lifeless without movement, “Maybe it was for the better.” She pulled the string—the tension tighter than an ancient lyre—and you broke.
Your phone vibrates once more, this time an alarm. Laundry - 3:00 pm. It was that time of the week but this one was more important than the last. Everyone was getting ready to go back to face-to-face classes after two years and first impressions were very important. But with dark circles under your eyes and a gaze so flat, it cut the air—you weren’t in the most presentable state. It took some incredible self-persuasion for you to finally get moving. Granted, all you had done so far was wash your face and wear some new clothes, but it was a step in the right direction no matter how minute it was. After taking some time to fix yourself up, you scanned your apartment. The acrid smell of the multiple leftovers pierced your nostrils—strong and stinging, you choked up—finally snapping you out of your sad-stricken state, even if only for a moment. Immediately realizing the gravity of the situation, you hurriedly grabbed your washed and dirty clothes and took them down to the laundromat.
It didn’t take long for you to go down the flight of stairs and reach the laundromat. An orange hue struck past the window, a nice and calming atmosphere, or so it would have been if you hadn’t confined yourself in your room; essentially locking yourself away from all sunlight other than the dim and gloomy light struggling through the thickness of the curtains, like that of an eclipse.
It’s been six months since your apartment was last filled with the voice of another and even longer since you last met up with your friends. “Maybe I should go…?” you questioned yourself, “What if I kill the vibe though?” You went back up the stairs and cleaned your apartment while waiting for the laundry. It didn’t take long, as the orange hue was still there when you went back downstairs. Quicker than you thought, you found some free time; memories of smiles and laughter came flooding in. You had so much free time now… time that would have normally been spent wit—
The laundry came to a stop unnoticed, but the cycle signal broke your train of thought. You collected your clothes and brought them back up. 1… 2… 3… 4… The elevator taking longer than usual, your mind wandered once again. A tiny grin started to form on your face, quickly turning itself upside down. “Damn… I’m really gonna live with this for quite some ti—”
“Oh my God, it’s been so long!” a voice interrupted, “remember me?”
A dazed, “Huh?” slipped out; with furrowed brows and squinted eyes, you tried to identify the owner of the voice but to no avail. Silence filled the air momentarily, “Uh… I think you have the wrong guy,” you suggested.
“Oh, come on! It’s me,” she swiped a lock of disheveled hair, “How about now?”
Your jaw fell, words stuck in your throat, “Hye—Hyewon? What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? I live here,” she retorted, “So… you’re getting your things ready for class, huh?” A puzzled look appeared on your face, “Don’t tell me you also go to Seoul University.”
“Also…?” her eyes widened, a realization, “What are you majoring in?”
“Architecture,” they said in parallel to each other. “Jinx! You owe me a soda,” she exclaimed.
“Wha—” a smug face greeted you, “How did you know?”
She turned her head away, “That’s a secret.”
“You can’t be serious, right? I’m busy right now,” you exhaled.
“You can just buy me one some other time,” she presented her phone, “Just give me your phone number. I changed mine a while back.” In a rush, you quickly put it in and disappeared from her view.
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The bustling city filled your senses: the people being dragged by the unseeing hand of capitalism, the awful artificial vibrations of the many cars racing to get to their workplaces, the smell of the tears of the hardworking man, and the swell of humanity creeping in everyone’s personal space. It all slowly crept in—like the vignette forming in your vision. All sounds slowly if not suddenly muffled themselves.
A tap on the shoulder, “Yo… you good?” your head subtly swung, mimicking that of a pendulum, a response but not to the question. “Y-yeah… Sorry, I zoned out.”
“It’s our stop soon, get your things,” Seonghoon told you. "By the way have you heard of the new—” A ring broke the one-sided conversation—Hyewon was calling. “Oooh, so you have got someone?” he teased.
You waved Seonghoon off and answered the phone. “He—Hi!” a snicker from Seonghoon earned another wave. The voice on the phone echoed, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what I said last time? I was waiting for you, you know?”
“Right… yeah. Of course, I remember,” you replied, “There’s a Korean BBQ spot I know downtown. Are you free this Friday?” Your reply earned a smirk from your friend. “Alright then, just call me. I’ll pick you up.”
“And with that, the date has been set,” you exhaled.
Seonghoon’s brows furrowed, “It’s a date?!?!?”
Eyes widened, “What!? No, no, no! I meant the date September 14!”
A playful punch hit you on your shoulder, “Relax… I was just messing with you. It’s our stop by the way.” Seonghoon led the way while you followed. It was quite a trek before you would reach the main campus, eventually splitting up due to the difference in departments. You would then drag your drained self through the day, and all of a sudden it was nighttime.
The swell of humanity had already dissipated, and what remained were the remnants of people picking themselves back up from their busy day. There were also a few people—whether responsible or irresponsible, we’ll never know—burning the midnight oil. Some people were playing catch-up, while others were trying to get ahead of everyone else. It just made it clear that everyone was moving without a single care for your own problems.
And with less than three days to prepare and classes taking up most if not all of your time, it was physically impossible to be at your best.
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The sound of sizzling meat mixed with the aroma of seasonings and sauces fill your senses as you enter the building. The aroma was intoxicating, causing your mouth to water—yet you couldn’t do anything but wait as you and Hyewon stood outside waiting to be ushered to your seats.
Korea just transitioned away from its pandemic protocols. It’s been ages since you last ate out by yourself, let alone with the company of someone else.
“Is it only going to be the two of you?” the waiter asked. You nodded in response.
“Just follow me.” The waiter motioned towards an empty seat. You allowed your partner to go first (now don’t get it wrong, you guys aren’t in that type of relationship) displaying your gentlemanly behavior. Partners, in a non-romantic way, just seems like the appropriate way to call it
The both of you sat down to where the waiter ushered you. You were welcomed by a soft yellow hue coming through the window from the lamppost outside. A calming atmosphere radiated from where you sat—the seats being padded which allowed for some of your stiffness to disappear.
Taking a short look around, your architectural senses started tingling. Things you wouldn’t have noticed before become apparent—Greek pillars lifted the ceiling to a higher degree than normal, to allow for a spacious and comfortable feeling, while small pots of flowers hung from the ceiling reminded you of ancient history, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon to be exact.
Ancient history… well, that’s another way to describe what you and Hyewon have going on. It’s been ages since you guys last met yet somehow you’re here eating with her, like it was just the good old days.
Anyways, it was kind of weird that a Korean barbecue restaurant had such a niche and unique design. The theme didn’t really match, like, who would pair the straight and harmonious architecture of the Greeks with a casual and relaxed establishment? The contrast between the two didn’t make sense from an outsider’s perspective but you guess it was a quality restaurant. There was an hour long line after all, so people must like it.
After looking around, you finally found your vision was naturally attracted to her face. You did look at everything else already so it just made sense to focus on the one last thing you haven’t paid attention to, whether on purpose or not.
Hyewon was definitely beautiful but you never really got a proper look at her. It wasn’t like you’d just randomly stare at her for a good ten seconds or so, that’d be weird… but it was happening right now. However, things are unexpectedly in your favor. Right now, all of her attention was directed towards the menu—if this was any other world, she’d have made a hole through the menu with how intense her gaze was.
It was clear she took great care of her appearance. Her skin was smooth to the touch, you imagine. Her lips were full and upturned at the corners, giving her a soft look of innocence. Hair, long and draped over her shoulders like the gentle waves of the ocean. Eyes, large and expressive—almost giving you a full view to what she was thinking—and her beauty was enhanced by her effortless charm and grace… or lack thereof. You knew that when it came to the grace part, she wasn’t the most graceful whenever food was in front of her.
You guys ordered some grilled pork belly accompanied by an assortment of side-dishes and some good old soju. With excellent service, your order arrived within ten minutes. She had just gone to the bathroom to touch up her makeup—so light that you didn’t even notice she had put it on. She returned at basically the perfect time.
“Hey! Are you going to help me or not?” She exclaimed, ready to put the meat on. You were staring at her again—no menu to distract her this time.
“Y-yeah… Sorry, I was just thinking about some things.” You reached out for the tongs she was handing you.
“It’s just our first week. Is there something wrong?” she asked with a hint of concern.
Eureka! The contrast between the straight and harmonious architecture of the Greeks and the relaxed and casual establishment perfectly reminded you of Hyewon. Her soft and innocent look, that just radiated charm and grace, was in complete contrast to how she actually acts around people. She was always a genuine person that did and said whatever she wanted. She never bothered to please other people just for the sake of it. Kind of weird that you’re comparing a restaurant to a person but that’s what happens to architecture majors.
You brushed away all of your thoughts. “No, no, no. It’s not a school thing,” you replied quickly, trying to clear her concern.
“Hmmm… If you say so.” She hesitated, trying not to pry. “Anyways, let’s start cooking for real this time. Let’s leave all that stuff for another time.”
You finally started cooking. You laid the pieces of meat over the piping hot grill. You watched as it cooked itself from the overwhelming heat coming from the grill. You watched as the raw fat from the pork belly slowly transformed to a nice golden brown and its juices slowly dripped off the edge. You were so absorbed into watching the meat being cooked that you didn’t even begin to notice the rustic scent of the grill slowly change to that of a tasty aroma. The sound of the crackling fat over the heat was nothing but music to your ears. You couldn’t read minds but you could tell that Hyewon shared the same thoughts as you. As far as you could tell, she was still the same Hyewon from your high school days that loved anything related to food.
You watched as the piece of meat slowly metamorphosed from a raw and inedible piece of meat to something irresistible.
Finally, it was time for you two to dig in. You reached out to grab the tongs and place the pieces of meat onto both of your plates.
Hyewon took the first bite with amazing speed as if it was a race. Her cheeks puffed up and just as quickly as she reached for it, she gasped for air. She made a fanning motion trying to get as much cold air in her mouth as possible. You offered her a drink to wash it down but she refused. She didn’t want her first bite to be diluted with alcohol.
“I know you want to savor it but… is this really the way?” you laughed as she stood up, trying to get even more air. It took a moment but she sat down soon after.
“Whew… That was an invigorating first bite.” She heaved.
“Yeah… Burning your mouth is definitely one way to feel alive and healthy,” you retorted. Concerned, you proposed a compromise to the hungry Hyewon. “Let’s eat some of the side dishes while we wait for it to cool, okay?”
“Fine…” her eyes downcast. The side dishes were quickly consumed, and it was, again, the time for the main dish.
You saw her all giddy and full of energy, making tiny quiet claps in anticipation—you couldn’t help but find it adorable. And for the rest of the main event, you found yourself constantly distracted by the amount of happiness Hyewon radiated with every bite. “So this is what parents feel like when they say that they can feel full just from watching their children eat,” you thought.
Some time passed by; conversations came and went, more pieces of meat were cooked and eaten, and drinks were poured and emptied.
“So… why did you major in architecture?” If it was any other person, it would’ve been difficult to discern what she just said. Hyewon’s cheeks were puffed up, trying to do two things at the same time—enjoy some food whilst talking to you.
“You know you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full right?” an awful attempt to change the topic. Her cheeks slowly deflated as the pork gradually melted inside her mouth. What should’ve been a good ten seconds, now became two. It was impossible for you to think of a response that fast—or at least an answer that would be believable enough. Running out of time, you deci— “Ok… so why did you major in architecture again?” she interrupted, her eyes lit up all proud and smug. Her face radiated like that of a golden retriever that just fulfilled its owner’s commands.
Your stream of consciousness wandered away. The numerous chatter, that once filled your ears, was now all muffled. The crackling fat on the grill found its way through the chatter to your ears, the aroma filled your nose. It was all so beautifully distracting.
“Hello??” her hand swatting the air in front of you, trying to get your attention. “Did you not he—” you stuffed her mouth with the last piece of pork. That should buy you some time.
You started to interrogate himself, “Why did I choose architecture again? Do they even make a lot of money?” subconsciously holding yourself away from the truth of it all.
Hyewon started chewing vigorously. The girl who always savored the last piece went out the window. The time that you bought yourself quickly ran out.
“Why didn’t she take her time with the last piece?!?!” you panicked.
“You do realize that that was the last piece right?” A pitiful last attempt to distract her from the topic at hand.
Her face quickly turned from one of eagerness and excitement to one of great disappointment. You saw her looking over the table, her eyes desperately panning left and right in search of leftovers. Sad to say, it truly was the last piece.
You saw her pouting—her face all scrunched up, hands clenched into a tight fist, her eyes downcast, and shoulders following the same trajectory—though unable to rid herself of her cute aura. You couldn’t take it seriously because of how large the contrast was, yet you knew the gravity of the situation. “Ehem…” you coughed, raising your hand in hopes of gathering the attention of an unoccupied waiter.
A good ten seconds passed by and you couldn’t help but be bothered by the daggers pointing behind your back. Wanting to correct the situation, you stood up—disregarding how you looked to everyone else—trying to get the waiters’ and waitresses’ attention.
“Could we get two more servings and some more drinks?” you said as you looked towards Hyewon, hoping to satisfy her. Arms crossed and lips pouted, she maintained her rigid and immovable stance. You knew she wouldn’t budge until you were actually able to replace what was taken away and then some. It took some time but she finally got around. Her once pouting face now held the crescent of the moon on her lips.
You reached out for the tongs once again and slowly distributed the meat onto their plates. Her face lit up every time he placed a piece onto her plate and drooped down every time you put one on yours. Noticing the small detail, you regretfully decided to just give the rest of the unclaimed pieces.
Her wide smile glistened, allowing the rest of her features to shine. She regained her radiance, the same radiance reflected onto him. And with the mood lifted by such a vibrant display, moments slipped by without notice.
Your hand interrupting the bustling atmosphere, you asked for the bill, to which a waitress arrived and gave, or so you thought. Another hand made its way to interrupt the waitress this time. The hand was delicate and graceful—slender fingers that tapered off into slender nails, wrists dainty yet strong and embraced by a simple hair tie. “I can pay. It was my idea anyway,” she protested. Fearing another fight, you decided to concede—but not entirely. The LED lights slowly crept in as the natural light slowly dispersed. “What if I offer to take her home?” you thought, “Hey—”
She interrupted, “You wanna drink some more?” presenting her hand.
She gathered her long locks of silky hair, “Wouldn’t want to be wasted so far from home do ya?” Her fingers worked gracefully—twisting and looping the hair into a tight bun, leaving some lengths untied for a slightly disheveled look.
“So… are you gonna take my hand or what?” She swiped the stray lock of hair from her face. Not missing a heartbeat, you took her hand—the very same hand you admired just a few minutes ago. To your surprise, her fingers intertwined with yours—an intimate and romantic gesture—but you had not a single clue if it held any meaning. Hyewon always had a problem with personal space and physical touch. “So this is what those boys, who confessed to her, felt.”
The cobwebs of your heart were slowly getting woven away. “Is this right? Am I allowed to feel like this?” The invisible vice grip returned, ever so slightly tightening in your solar plexus. To what should’ve been butterflies in your stomach, were the rotten cocoons all knotted up.
You shook your head in discord of your own thoughts. “Yeah… there’s no way. We literally just met again after all these years.” Hyewon pulled you by your hands outside, oblivious to your thoughts.
“Where exactly are we going?” you stopped in your tracks, forcing her to break her pace.
“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckled, “Did you always ask these many questions?” She tugged on you again, “Now, come on!” Forcing an exhale out of him, “Fine!”
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Flashback end…
“Wake up you lovebirds!!” The driver yelled inside the now empty bus. Eyelids still heavy, everything slowly came into focus—your head resting on Hyewon’s. Somehow still asleep, “What the hell…? Is she a light drinker?” you carried her to her unit.
“Don’t tell me her keys fell out…” the slight jingle when exiting the bus replayed in your mind. Not wanting to leave her out in the open, you took her a floor down to your apartment.
Light. Your hands behind her knees, her breasts pressing onto you. You find yourself conscious of her braless venture with the way you felt her tits plunge itself, in its erectness, on your back; sending waves of sensation to and from your back.
You lay her down on the couch, dripping water all over the place. “How the fuck am I supposed to dry all of this?” Scratching your head, you began to unbutton your polo.
A hand slithers its way from the back of your shoulders to your abs—the finger tracing the definition of your muscles, leisurely admiring it. “I can’t believe your ex is missing out on this,” the girl whispers into your ears.
Earning a well-deserved shove, “Get the fuck off me! I’m letting this go just because you’re drunk.”
“Or what?” her voice alluring, tempting a reaction out of you.
A pinch to your temple—trying to hold yourself back, letting out an extended exhale, “I swear— say one more word and I’m gonn—”
A flash of light glared through the window—exposing her naked body, her transparent midnight dress gripping tightly—followed by a roaring thunder.
Don’t look. Your head turned away, you don’t see her approach you. A turn back and you’re greeted by her face, not a foot further—her face tilted, awaiting a reaction out of you. Eyes downcast, you’re taller than her, stronger than her, and yet it feels as though she has you under her grasp. She grabs your chin, “What now?” The water in her clothes weighed it down, slowly showing off more and more of her chest.
You grab Hyewon’s wrist, causing her lips to quiver. A twist and a turn, like that of a ballerina, you switch places. You trap her between your body and the wall, her hand forced by your own against it. “So you can take charge~” her voice trailed off.
“Fuck this.” You let go of her hand, the gentleness absent. You’re not falling for anything at this point. It’s clear she wants to rile you up… but why?
“It’s been six months right? Six months of no action too, I presume?” you see what she’s getting at.
“Was it all planned? Was that innocent display a lie?”
“Does that matter? I know you want me,” her finger peeling back her lower lip, “I’ve seen the way your eyes stare at me.”
“You’re not getting what you want, you know that right? I don’t know why I thought this shit would work,” you wave her off.
“I always get what I want~” approaching you ever so slowly. “Isn’t that right?” her hands curling behind your neck.
You prove her right—you lean in for a kiss, her hands pull on your hair, “Where did all that bravado go? Guess you were a bad boyfriend huh?”
You lift her by her waist, her body draping over your shoulders as you throw her onto the bed, not without a single smirk curling up her mouth, “There it is… there’s the man I want.”
“You fucking whore,” your fists clenching, “You think you can just come in here and do what you want? You don’t deserve any of that lovey-dovey shit.”
“Oh~ trust me. I don’t want any of that.” Hyewon crawls with no care in the world, her eyes focused on your bulge. Fuck. She lacks manners, lacks grace—her eyes completely bewitched. To her, you are her food for the night. Her teeth skillfully peels your underwear, revealing your cock. “Ooooh, big, veiny.” How phallic.
And suddenly, her grace comes back—the sultry grace of sucking your cock. She swallows it all in one dive. There’s no beauty behind it all, or at least there shouldn’t be. There was something hypnotic about how she stared at you with your cock in her lips.
Look down and all you can see is her disheveled hair with your hands gripping to the shape of her head. A subtle force keeps her plunging deeper and deeper to no end. Her tongue swirls around your cock, rubbing all over the veins, not leaving a spot untouched. Her nose plugged, her other senses heightened itself to that of a supernatural level. She feels you through the veins of your cock lodged in her throat, every throb and every pulse. She reads you completely—you weren’t thinking with your brain after all.
Not enough. You push her head deeper, her nose plunging deeper into your pelvis. Hyewon’s sultry grace disappears, “WAI-” The silent apartment, now resonates with the sinful sounds struggling out of her throat. “HMMMF!” her hands slamming onto your thigh. “Choke on it!” you punch it in. The walls of her throat begin to collapse, tightening. A cough, or so it should have been but instead she choked more on your cock, clearly too much for her to handle, the length forcing its way down even more.
Release. She pushes back, gasping for air. She needs oxygen and you deprived her of it. “I’m not done with you,” you grab her head and force your cock deep down her throat again.
“Stop, stop, stop! I can’t fucking bre- GOUHK!” A galore of drool seeped out the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto the already wet sheets. “Fuck you,” Hyewon slurs, this time you pull on hair. The constant bobbing continues, though not of her own volition. You press her head onto your pelvis one last time, this one stronger than all the others. Your spine buckles down—the same amount of force one would put when opening the lid of a jar, arms tensing and veins appearing—you unload onto the walls of her throat. The goopy, thick liquid forcing its way down to her stomach. Unable to take it all in, she pushes you away and coughs up the rest. You go along with it, feeling your load force its way out.
Hyewon lays down on her back, gasping for air, occasionally coughing up your cum like a broken water fountain.
“H-Holy shit… I almost died there.” Hyewon exaggerates as her fingers pull on the corners of her mouth, widening the moist entrance to show the masterpiece you created within her velvety walls—clumps of white semen sticking to her uvula, semen blending in with her ivory-like teeth.
“You’re not a one-hit wonder are you? If you were then I’d understand why she left you,” another remark looking to irk something inside of you. You pull on her ankles, “Ow! You could be much kinder to a lady like me, you know?” The sarcasm in her voice telling you she doesn’t give a shit about your feelings and your past.
Rip her dress off, “Fuck you! That was expensive.”
“You think I fucking care?” You shoot out a glare so flat it cuts the air.
“Oh~ I know you don’t,” she giggles, “Now fuck me like the slut I am will you?”
You twist her body—her back now facing you. Her hands unfolding her pussy, making way for your cock. A plunge deep inside, “Oh… fuck~ You’re so fucking tight.” Her plush flesh tightens around you. Hyewon’s hands are busy trying to keep herself sane—grasping at the sheets, almost ripping them.
“Yeah~ Just like that… daddy,” she turns around. You greet her face with a slap, earning a yelp. “I’m so fucking trashy right?” You hear the smirk in her voice.
“You’re not fucking learning are you?” her hair brutally balled up into your fists. Pull tighter—her back arching. Pull tighter—your other arm now putting her into a chokehold. You thrust into her, vehemently, without a single care. You have full control now. Let go of her hair and palm her abs, feeling your cock swell through.
“FUCKKKK!” She tries her best to push your arm away, “Fuckin- Stop! Stop pressing on it! YOU"RE GONNA RIP ME IN HALF!” She claws at your chokehold, trying her very best to get out. Fuck that’s hot.
It’s the way she surrenders every part of her body as you fuck the living shit out of her—well, it’s not like she has a say in the matter. You push her into any position you want. Manipulate her like a doll, existing purely for your pleasure.
The whines, the slurring of her voice, all of it so enthralling to hear. You feel her saliva drip onto your arms. You thrust harder than the last with every incomplete sentence coming out of her filthy mouth. With every incoherent word, your cock throbs. Every single moan now a glass-breaking scream. You’re piling on noise complaints. Harder. You’re really in it now—in her—almost fucking her ten crimes deep before you can relish in your high. The knot in your stomach is slowly unravelling, the floodgates are about to open. You’re remolding her into your toy—if only she wasn’t the one playing with your emotions but who cares, you were having the time of your life. Another rip-roaring scream, the last one. Now, everything that came out of her mouth was nothing else but a low grumble, her voice box pushed to its very limits.
Hyewon’s nails dig deep into your arms, “Ahm- I’M PEEING!” Her muscles contracting, her hips buckling. Your cock following the trajectory. She’s on her toes. You feel the warm fluid trickling down your thighs. You don’t let up; in fact, you squeeze tighter.
The whites of her eyes take over as they roll back in her head. A hand free, you go further. You mask her with your hand, her grumbles struggling through it. Every moan, every groan. You feel her depleting energy, channeled by her voice, propagating through your very veins.
Fall in love with the idea of sophistication, the assumption of carnal layers peeled back, to reveal the sin of lust inside such a person, peeled back one by one.
Take away a sapien. You were stripping her down to her very core, diluting it. Primitive. With pure instinctual fucking, you were singlehandedly reverting her DNA millennium’s back.
You free Hyewon from your clutches.
What a masterpiece to behold! Her body lays on the mattress—limp, almost lifeless. A quiver then and there easing your worries. Your floodgates open, you unload on her back—ropes of semen shooting out—marking her as yours. It fits her so well, almost like a back tattoo (but made of cum). The liquids making a cocktail in the sheets.
Your heart is beating out of your chest. You aren’t satisfied… yet. Your fingertips dig into her cheeks, “Fucking weak slut. All that talk for nothing.” Hyewon’s gaze is cloudy, she isn’t even staring at you. She’s drunk-dazed, almost jaded. You slap her face with your cock, “Wake up, bitch! We aren’t done!”
It’s a bit too late for some foreplay but here you are, rubbing her cunt vigorously. Are you starting a fire? One thing’s certain, her nerves are burning and you’re warming her up—her erogenous zones. Preparing them for the experience they’re about to go through.
Finger her. Your fingers—three to be exact—make their way through the ruined walls, like an explorer finding the ruins of ancient civilization. You feel some precum sticking to her walls. You bottom out, reaching the furthest your hand could go. You curl your finger in a come-hither motion, jerking it in a disorderly, primal manner. No techniques. It’s the pure girth of your fingers stimulating her G-spot, almost clawing at her walls, her body quivers with the slightest touch.
Hyewon, still unconscious, her body declares its sign of life with every single convulsion.
You don’t limit yourself. Your other hand making its way to her ass. What is meant to be a delicate spot—throw that out the window—you go at it with intensity. Rather than curling your fingers, you put pressure on the walls of her ass, working it in a circular motion—stirring it in its chaotic mess.
The obligatory orgasm, and when it eventually does come, like a dopamine hit, is thrilling and satisfying but for no more than a few fleeting moments but that’s all you need.
Her back arching, pelvis thrusting the air, her arms reaching for the ceiling, palms spreading to its very limit. Her liquids squirts all over your hand. You send an electric charge coursing through her veins, essentially resuscitating her, “HOLY SHITTT- LET ME TAKE A BREAK! PLEASE! DADDY! PLEASE! TOO MUCH! IT’S TOO MUCH! I’M CUMM-” Hyewon’s last words before passing out again. Her body crumples on the bed—her body in shambles, almost droopy.
A deafening silence fills the room, the only thing you can hear are your weary breaths. You just finished but are you finished? You look back, the view unlike any other. She’s a tool and nothing more. And despite looking pristine just moments ago—like a flower untouched, the color white personified—her body says otherwise.
How sinful. How tempting. She’s all that and she knows it. Hyewon may think she’s a devil but you beg to differ. A fallen angel you’d say. It’s almost artistic as to how much she encapsulates it without knowing so. The innocence remains the same, unaware of her surroundings and herself. Is lust a sin? You hear the moans reverberate from the upper floor. The normality of it all hits you. It’s an innocent sin. There’s no point overthinking. Enjoy yourself… just like Hyewon just now. You needed it, the release. “You could have been a lot kinder about your words, you know?” you give her a spank, blood vessels squeezing, your hands imprinting itself.
“You knew I was awake?” she looks back, struggling to sit herself up—her arms weak from what you just put her through. You lay beside her. “Yah!” You put her in your arms, this one a tender embrace.
Hyewon tucks her head under your neck, her finger tracing circles on your pecs, “Just so you know, I’m not taking back what I said. I don’t know her but she’s a bitch.”
You let out a chuckle as your fingers run through her hair, almost massaging her scalp. “Are you trying to score some good guy points now?” she looks up, her eyes devoid of ulterior motives.
“Is it working?” your other hand makes its way under her chin, caressing it.
Her lips quiver, resisting the urge to smile. “No,” she says as she hides her face away, pressing them onto your abs.
“Let’s get up by the way, your liquids are everywhere,” you punctuate.
You get off the bed, helping her on the way up, “I didn’t rough you up too bad, did I?”
An attempt to prove you wrong, she smacks your hand away, rejecting any form of help. “I’m an independent woman,” she says all smugly.
“Oh yeah?” you give her the side-eye, your fingers point toward her legs, “Is there an earthquake right now? You’re wobbling like crazy.”
“Fuck you,” she says just to immediately use your body as support. She looks up to see your smug face, “I hate you, you know that?”
“Your body sure doesn’t say so. But I still can’t believe you did all that… for me,” you grab onto her shoulders, standing her straight.
“I did all that for you—your cock all right? Don’t get it twisted,” you twist her body, then carrying her like a princess, “Yah! Put me down!”
“Or what?” you lean in closer, almost biting her ear. It sends shivers across her body, you feel the way her body just shivered, “You’re turned on again, aren’t you?” Met with silence, the sensation of wetness on your arm serves as her answer, “Just… don’t say those things next time, okay?”
“Who says there’s gonna be a next time?” shuffling in your arms.
“I did,” you give a light kiss on her forehead, “You were just lucky I gave in to you this time.”
“And if I don’t stop talking shit about your ex?” she crosses her arms.
“Then I’ll make sure you’ll be the one to give in,” you carry her towards the bathroom.
“Well… she’s a bitch,” you give her a glare, “Now, teach me a lesson in the shower will you?”
A/N: Hello!! I finally got this out! It took longer than I wanted since I got sick, and I just couldn't write properly. I got some more time now so hit me with some asks/requests. I might do them... but what's for sure is another fic before February ends. -🔎
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I Don't Deserve You | Kang Hyewon
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University on a Saturday, it was supposed to be the fun day. Activities, football matches and going to the pub with mates for watch the games broadcasted on TV. However, not for you, not this week at least. You can't do anything because you injured your knee. All you can do today was just stay home and sit in bed for the whole day by yourself.
It all happened because of an injury, you sprained your knee last week in a football game, damaging your ACL and ultimately causing you to miss the game today. The final game of the calendar year. You wanted to end your year on a high, but it looks like you were going to end the year on the bed, doing nothing.
With all finals being over and one more week on classes left, everyone on campus was enjoying themselves. Going to the pub, celebrating with mates, doing fun stuff with people they know and fraternities are advertising their fun parties they have this weekend. However, you can't do any of these because the doctor told you to avoid any form of activities that will put stress on your knee for at least a month, meaning your life was pretty much meaningless.
Despite this, your girlfriend of two years was being pretty supportive to you. Of course she was, she was part of the university cheerleading team so naturally she was going to be cheerful. She was always your cheerleader, cheering you on when you were on the pitch, going through every highs and lows with you, by your side and making every lows of life better for you.
Kang Hyewon was really the perfect girl, not just for you but for the university as well. She was popular, pretty and also head of the cheerleading sorority. Every guy wanted to date her but there was only one lucky guy who can call himself her boyfriend and that guy was you.
Even now, when you were out injured, Kang Hyewon told you that everything was going to be alright, making sure you feel better. She knows that there was only two loves in your life. Football and Kang Hyewon. However, despite Kang Hyewon thinking she has made you feel better about not being able to play the last game of the calendar year, it was still you having to stay home alone today because she had to go to the game with other cheerleaders to cheer on the university football team.
It was not a good thing being alone at this state, you started to think. Thinking about a lot of stuff. Thinking about what would happen in the game before moving on to thinking about deeper stuff. Starting off with thinking about what would happen if your knee never recovers or if the situation with your knee gets even worse, before finally thinking about your relationship with Kang Hyewon.
Kang Hyewon, like you said, was one of the most popular and prettiest girl in the campus. The head cheerleader status she got a few months ago only made her more popular and more wanted around the campus.
With that you started thinking if you really deserved her?
You only started with her from a friends with benefits relationship when you both entered university, but slowly became in love with each other. However, the romance have been dying lately. The two of you have been feeling comfortable with each other, living together has seemed to kill the romance and you two have stopped going on romantic dates for a while now.
Plus watching her simps around her and people trying to hit on her didn't help with this situation.
You thought about it long and hard, you really didn't deserve her. She deserved someone better, someone more romantic and someone who actually can give her the love that she deserves. What she doesn't deserve was someone like you, a guy who is nothing without football, a guy who isn't romantic at all. She deserves love and you just can't give her the love that she deserves.
As much as you loved her and wanted to be with her, you just know that you can't give her what she deserved, there are a lot of other guys out there in the university who are willing to give her what she deserved. All the guys who you have saw hit on her was right, she deserve someone better, someone who isn't you.
As much as you hate to do this, you feel like something has to be done to rectify this situation. You needed to do something you didn't want to do.
Whilst you were deep in thought, deciding what you were going to do, the door open and your girlfriend Kang Hyewon walk through the door.
"Hey, I'm back. How's your day" Kang Hyewon asked as she walked through the door to see you sat on the sofa with the remote control in your hand and the TV on SkySports Main Event.
"So no change for you then" Kang Hyewon sat next to you as she took the remote control out of your hand.
You snapped back into life as Hyewon took the remote control out of your hand, you were so deep in thought that you didn't even saw her come sit next to you.
"How's your day been" Hyewon asked you again.
You just hugged her tightly which surprised Hyewon a little bit but she hugged you back not knowing what has gone through your mind.
"Hyewon, I don't deserve you" you said whilst hugging her tightly "I really don't"
Hyewon was surprised to hear what you just said. She didn't know what was going on, she has heard people tell her that she deserved better, but she never thought you would think that way as well.
"What are you saying" Hyewon said pulling out of the hug, surprised at what she just heard.
"You deserve better, not someone a weirdo like me who just sits around all day watching football" you responded.
"But I don't want better, I want you. I know people have been saying I can date better guys than you, but they don't give me what you give me. I feel safe around you. Sure, you do eye other girls up and prioritise football over me, but you're a good guy deep down" Hyewon responded.
"No I'm serious, you deserve to be in a relationship with someone who's more romantic than me" you stated, making your point very clear
At that moment, Hyewon kissed you on the lips.
"If I really think I deserved someone better, then I would have left you. We've been together two years already and even when we broke up a year ago, we got back together. Sometimes, love is not always about the romantic stuff, it's about being comfortable and feeling safe. You give me that sense of safety and comfort which is something that nobody else can give me" Hyewon said making you feel better.
The two of you shared another kiss, this time more passionate.
"You know, there is one romantic thing you are really good at, why don't we do that" Hyewon said as she broke the kiss looking deep into your eyes with lust.
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Negotiation
IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut
4,491 words
Categories | daddy kink, power dynamics, titjob
It's your usual route, to be completely clear: circling up all the newbies, clearing out the incompetents and training those who had more than a pocketful of potential. It's your job, it's what you're paid to do. So if anyone dared question your bond with any of the trainees, they can complain about it to your face, and not in the form of scattered whisperings throughout office cubicles.
Your intentions are wholly pure. You swear on your mother's life. You'd pull the typical blame-it-on-the-femme-fatale thing with this girl, but you know it's somehow your fault, too: whatever might happen. She can't bear all the weight of the sin.
You don't think sin is supposed to look this good, though.
"Sir," she says, perfect curled lashes fluttering with no ill intent at all. She's innocence, pureness, angelicness—all compiled and composed into one beautiful young girl. "Good afternoon. My name is Kang Hyewon; I'm more than eager to do my best for you."
In what way? you're tempted to ask. But then those exact words tumble from your mouth, and you're pretty sure you've fucked it all up. You, in your holier-than-thou suit and tie, asking something so suggestive to an innocent girl like her? Outrageous, that's what it is; scandalous, too. You could get fired for it.
However, it's as if she expected it—she leans forward, offering you a show of plentiful cleavage that breaks several dress code regulations and ethical rules, with a soft, rare smile.
"However you want me, sir," she says sweetly. Resting her chin on her hand, the smile on her full lips grows wider. "I'll do anything."
"I've heard something like that before, Miss Kang," you say. "Strangely, I've heard it from the same person, too."
"Oh?" Hyewon assumes an innocent naïvety, wide doe eyes almost convincing you of a clean record. "How so?"
See, she's kind of used to that subtly flirty banter. Somewhere in the city of Seoul, in a humble little apartment, she's learning to make money in other ways. By doing it, she needs not travel lengths of distance to a corporate building or spend day after day spell-checking papers. You, having checked backgrounds of probably a billion people and verifying their digital footprint as decent or in-, know all about it. Might have watched a few of it online. Might have done some stuff too.
"You might've fooled Nana and the others, kiddo, but you haven't fooled me," you inform her, offended that you actually have to tell her. You're lowering yourself down to keep up with her one-step-ahead talk. She may be playing dumb, but she knows what she's doing. "I know all about your secret streaming account. Thing is, it probably isn't a secret. You've got thousands of followers on it."
"Can't a girl have a little fun, sir?" asks Hyewon with a giggle. "I was just playing games to pass time."
"'HyemsterKang' ring a bell?"
Hyewon looks up at the ceiling, as if she could find an appropriate answer for your inquiry embedded there. There's none: only a switched-on lamp and a vent.
"Hmm," she hums, curled hands supporting her pretty face, "probably. What kind of account is it?"
"There's Twitch, YouTube, you name it. Twitch has the most followers, with over two hundred thousand. It's a surprise no one recognized you when you walked through the front door."
"Why would anyone recognize me? I'm just looking to enhance my skills here."
You're tired already. "Cut the bullshit, Hyewon," you say. Drop all the formalities and workplace language just like that. "You know what kind of videos you make. And, look, you've got to understand that I've got nothing against them, but anoth—"
Hyewon pouts. "Why are you so hot and bothered then, sir?"
"Because you can't pretend to be some pure, holy girl here. I would've gotten you on the training course if you didn't lie through your teeth. What we need is honesty, transparency. You can't lie on the job here."
Hyewon seems to consider this. Her eyes lose their glimmer as they look down to your desk. And she looks so… sad: her eyes are, as mentioned, downcast, and there's so much more to them than sadness because they hold so many raw emotions of disappointment that make even your heart hurt. Her saddened shoulders lose their sturdy posture.
For the first time since she's entered your office, Kang Hyewon looks… defeated.
"Does that mean you're not taking me in, sir?" she says after looking up at you again.
"No, and please," stress this with gritted teeth, "don't call me sir."
You've no idea why you feel that way. Many other girls have called you sir, both in a formal and informal setting. There was Kim Minju, whose experience gathered little to no potential, and Yabuki Nako, whose aspiring dream to become your corporate's airline stewardess was a pipe dream due to her petite height.
But it feels strange with Hyewon. It's like there's some hidden motive behind it. Whatever it may be, it's surely working.
Hyewon juts out one, plump lip as she rises from her seat. Instantly, your boundary alarms go off. They're blaring like ambulances now, running in purposeless trips around your mind. Interviewees are not supposed to do that. She's crossing the line, so many lines.
What sets more alarms off is her taking a seat in your lap, as if she's always done that before. As if she belongs there.
Her slim, tiny body presses up snugly against your frozen one. "What would you rather be called, hm?" she asks. Like a good girl, her hands are folded neatly on her lap, (un)fortunately covered by a gray skirt. "Please, do tell."
"Hyewon…"
You try to give her a steady look, try to tell her that it's wrong. But your hands are on her waist, and they subconsciously pull her closer. Damn her and that sexy skirt and blazer.
"Mm, your hands feel so good on me," she sighs happily. "It turns me on so much. It makes me feel warm here," she pats the space between her thighs, "and it's all your fault, sir. All your fault."
"You need to be taught a lesson, Kang Hyewon."
"Go on then, daddy." Hyewon's voice drops to a haunting whisper. "I deserve it."
There, you let go of all your morals. The fact that Hyewon's supposed to be your interviewee and you're supposed to play professional with her becomes nonexistent. You've seen what she does on those videos, and now you're eager to see the body she hides so chastely under those uniform clothes.
"Bend over."
The obedient Hyewon gets off your lap and lowers herself on the table. Her skirt rises and shows you a lack of even undershorts to save the exposed thong. Her ass cheeks sandwich the thin little thong perfectly.
"Ooh, what's daddy going to do?" she asks eagerly. She wiggles her round butt into your sprawled hand. "Is he going to spank me and make his babygirl count it all?"
"That would be too easy, don't you think?" Groping her, you look hard into her sparkling eyes full of excitement. "Daddy's going to spank you, but you can't make a single sound."
Hyewon whines. "But that's so hard, daddy. Can't you make it easier for Hyem?"
"So am I, and no. If I hear you moan, you're not allowed to cum."
Merciless is the perfect word to describe you right now. But your mind just rambles with lustful things to do to this sexy little vixen—(a hamster, if you will, as an ode to her username HyemsterKang, but that sounds less sexy; it doesn't give justice to the seductress that is Kang Hyewon)—and you're eager to perform them ruthlessly.
Trail your fingers on her wet pussy lips. You find her clit, and from there, you give it tiny, teasing brushes. Hyewon bites her lip hard, and clings to the table for support. And for a moment that's all there is to it: you rubbing her clit and her grinding her round ass to your fingers. Until:
"Ahh, daddy!"
That's one orgasm subtracted from the list. After you slap Hyewon's cheeks with all the might you have, she instantly cries out. You feel her juices dripping on your hand.
Hyewon looks back at you. And you realize why her streaming career has done so well—that face is made to be ruined. Her scared eyes portray an opposing desire for more, and you can't help but give and give exactly that.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" she whimpers. "I'm sorry!"
Nevertheless, you continue to spank her. Reddened skin blares almost as bright as the office lamp. Her thighs drip with her nectar.
You're harsh; your hand's starting to hurt from yout endless slaps on Hyewon's butt. But the pain seems like a small, sideway thought when you're witness to her cheeks bouncing with each blow. When she's holding onto the table like she wants you to go on.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," sobs Hyewon. "Please just spank me like that, treat me like a whore, use me—"
Your spanks become less and less measured—one follows the other a little too briskly. If the door weren't locked and the glass made it so any outsider couldn't hear, people would assume you're already fucking her with your brains out. But no, that's just you spanking Hyewon to teach her a lesson, to teach her to be a good girl.
"Fuck, slap my pussy like that!" she yells. Her pants sound hot and eager. "I'm going to cum, oh yes, oh fuck!"
That's your cue to stop. Hyewon doesn't deserve to orgasm yet, not until she's learned her lesson.
"This is so unfair, no," whispers Hyewon disappointedly, turning around with a pout.
"Newsflash, Hyewon: the world isn't fair. Nothing is."
Slip a finger inside her and her knee-high-clad legs curl around your hand protectively. She's riding on any good thing; she wants nothing more than your cock, and besides that, probably a job, but anything works for now.
Hyewon works herself down on your fingers. "When will I get to cum, daddy?" she asks. "Daddy? Say 'now,' please."
Execute blunt thrusts into her slick pussy, which is an impossibly tight cavern not even the bravest can make it out alive without exploding. Her back curves and she twists at the pleasure. Her delectable little cunt is sweet and closed around you, a newfound temptation to latch on for life, a vice to remember.
But there's also her fantastic chest to look at, doing what you're doing: peeking through the neckline of her blouse, which you just so happen to do as well.
"If you give me a feel of those tits," you propose, the way negotiations should go, "maybe I'll let you."
"Of– of course, daddy."
Hyewon undoes the buttons of her blouse. Like curtains, they part to a wonderful show. This show, though, would have been banned for nudity and corruption (and not in the usual way.)
Hyewon's tits are glorious—they size up to more than a handful, and have these tiny pink nipples that you'd love to squeeze any time of the day. You're hypnotized by them, in every way possible. You glance at how they rise and fall in coordination with Hyewon's breaths, and the way her nipples perk into the air hard and aroused once the black lacy bra is off. The air-conditioner wind might have had something to do with their state, but you're thankful for both, either-which-way.
"C-careful," begs the young girl, wincing. "They're sensitive…"
"Is that so? Would it feel good then if I did this?"
"Oh, ohhhh!" Hyewon gasps with a hand over her mouth. Her skin feels boiling hot, but in a strangely good way, when you begin to suck directly on her nipples. "Yes, just like that!"
Her breasts are softer and better than the stress balls your office gave away during mental health seminars. The balls are only good for squeezing and throwing. In Hyewon's case, you can completely release all your stress just by fingerfucking her tiny pussy, and sucking her tits all at the same time. With her, you forget more than your morals—you forget about work, your deadlines, your responsibilities. And, needless to say, it's all her fault.
Hyewon can't keep up with the doubled pleasure. She's constantly squirming to have your fingers deeper in her cunt, and she keeps pushing her breasts into your face. Your rhythm of thrusts in her hole doesn't wither, and neither does your sucking on her right nipple. She doesn't know what to do except squeal out replayed pleads.
"Daddy," she says. "Please keep doing that, it feels so good. I'll be a good girl, I promise I won't lie anymore."
You ride your teeth around Hyewon's areola, sucking the area around it also. If you could, you'd never let go of her breasts. You would keep sucking on them, alternating between one and the other, for days on end. You bet you'd survive even without food or water. Hyewon's tits are enough for you to live eternally. Hell is nonexistent when you're with her.
"Do you think you deserve to cum, Hyewon?" you ask. You play with her clit, making it harder for her to get her words out.
"I think so, d-daddy. Yes."
"I don't," you laugh. "I told you not to make a sound, and you disobeyed. How would you become a competent worker if you're like that?"
Hyewon's near tears. "I'll do whatever you want," she says. Breaths get lost here and there due to your fingers still swiftly exiting and entering her. "Please. I need you. I'll, I'll be your good little fuckdoll, I promise, I swear."
"Will you let me fuck your tits, then, Hyem? If you're that good and eager?"
"Yes, daddy!"
Hyewon nods over and over. A bit too excited, she pushes you down to the office chair rather roughly. But you pay no mind; in fact, your erection grows harder and lengthier at her enthusiasm. It throbs violently with how Hyewon slips off her blazer and pulls down your pants.
Her eyes brighten at the sight of your member, as if it's something that can actually make her day better.
"You're very hard, daddy." She bites her lip, looking up at you with incredulous adoration. "Let me do something about it."
Hyewon's huge tits hug your hard-on, sandwiching it between them. You groan as she holds her chest so that your cock slips in and out seamlessly, lubed up only by her spit and your precum. Her soft flesh brushes your sensitive, pink penis perfectly, giving it a feel of what heaven might actually be.
"Holy shit, Hyewon," you sigh.
It's like she's entertained by what she's doing, too. She's looking down at your cock entering her flesh as if it were an exciting movie. But she takes extra care to seal longer glances with you, knowing that her face alone can make you cum.
"Oh, daddy likes my tits, huh?" Hyewon says coyly. Playing with her nipples while titfucking you, her gaze grows more and more sultry. "Daddy's gonna let me cum after this, right? Make me learn my lesson?"
"Just… just keep moving your tits like that. And we'll see what happens."
Not a solid promise, but Hyewon is satisfied with that. She knows her power and how to use it well enough. She's practiced in the strokes and squeezes she does on your cock, the temptation calling for you in her brown eyes, everything. She has it all measured and listed down somewhere, probably, just waiting for the right time to use it.
Hyewon lifts her breasts, then slams them down on your lap again. The cycle repeats, and her boobs become like that of a real fleshlight. But hers is better—a toy pales in comparison when paired up with Hyewon's tight, hot body. And all it took to have her was a spanking session. There was no need to shed thousands of won.
"Like this?" she asks. Hyewon's letting you use her for your own pleasure, caring for your bliss rather than hers. The grip of her bosom around you tightens, and you find it difficult to catch your breath. "Do you want me to keep doing this?"
"Fuck yes. You're such a good girl for me right now, Hyewon."
Her cheeks are rosy. "Thank you. I'll make you cum, I promise."
She's made probably a hundred of oaths from the moment she walked into this building, but this one seems to be the one she's most determined to carry out. Hyewon's fiery rhythm risks you of exploding all over her pretty chest. Her smooth, pillow-soft skin knots your stomach and sets everything ablaze. Her facial expressions, which are a far cry from the saintliness she pretended to possess earlier, drive you off the edge.
"Shit… shit, I'm going to cum," you announce in a broken voice.
You can't stave your orgasm off anymore. Your dick expels liquid white strings everywhere. Hyewon's collarbone and big breasts bear most of the desirable damage, but she's sure to open her mouth, too. And she looks every bit the part of a cock-hungry slut, with her eyes rolled back and tongue lewdly hanging from her thick pink lips. White semen becomes her new lip gloss, and she'd put it on any time of the day.
"You still have more in you, daddy," says Hyewon. She strokes herself around your cock without pause. Curses leave your mouth as her evil gaze challenges you to say the opposite. "I can feel it. I want you to explode all over me."
"Fuck, yes, Hyem. I fucking will."
There isn't a single bad movie out there that matches the rapid pacing of Hyewon's titjob, and it's probably for the better. You just keep on cumming, and Hyewon keeps on titfucking you. It's a win-win situation because she enjoys being sprayed with your cum. It makes her feel like the used little doll she is.
She forces you to spurt more up until you can't anymore. All there's left are little droplets of pure white, and ragged moans from both ends.
Hyewon's blouse and chest are stained all over. But when she gazes at the mess you made on them, she doesn't look upset. She looks rather… turned on. Her squirming thighs and bitten lower lip indicate that. She may look like a porcelain doll with her angelic face and pale skin, but she's been used just like a ragdoll would.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asks. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"I did," you confess. "How wet are you after all that, Hyewon?"
Hyewon reaches under her skirt and brushes her fingers over her pussy. She gasps. "Oh, v-very wet, daddy. Won't you do something about it?"
"Yes, I will. Get ready."
Both you and Hyewon rise to your feet. You step out of the rest of your pants while she shrugs off her blouse. Now, she's only wearing her black schoolgirl skirt and her long socks with shoes.
Hyewon hops on the edge of your desk. "Will you really fuck me this time?" she asks hopefully.
"A deal's a deal, Kang Hyewon. Now spread your legs."
She opens them. You lift the skirt up to get a view of her pretty hole. Her pussy lips are plump, just like the painted lips on her face.
(You want to fuck both.)
So, you thrust.
All at once Hyewon is filled up to the brim, your balls pressing against her ass.
"Oh, oh, so deep!" gasps Hyewon. "You're so big inside me!"
Your cock throbs. The clench of her walls is amazing, but they're also tempting you to cum again, and you can't have that. So, you set slow but forceful strokes, driving yourself inside Hyewon and feeling her walls part. Her surprised moans guide blood to your erection. The expression she wears never goes far from orgasmic, and she might as well be already cumming with how tight her hole's clamping on you.
Wrap your hands around her tiny waist. You're ready now. You start to drill her tiny body down your desk. She cries out and leans her head backwards, allowing you to see how much of her neck you've covered in cum. Her glazed breasts bounce before you, getting your cock in an increased solid state to pulse and thrust in her hard and good.
"Yes, daddy, fuck me!" she prods you on, just like how your cock is prodding at her insides. "It's so good, daddy, it's so good, it's so good—"
She's promised to make you cum and delivered it out. Now, she wants you to make one, too, and return the favor. And, even if the only thing you're offered in exchange are Hyewon's loud screams that sound in your ears and her half-naked figure that's straight out of a porn video, you're glad to do so.
"Guess you aren't so innocent after all," you laugh. You're trying to keep custody of the upper hand here, but, god, does Hyewon's cunt choking your cock make it nearly impossible. "All that pretense, Hyewon, don't you get tired?"
"Oh, daddy," Hyewon sobs softly, arms hung around your neck and shoulders. Her eyelids are heavy, too wrung by pleasure. "If it gets you to fuck me, I don't mind at all."
You find her erogenous zone and rub it in the same, fire-quick way you thrust. "A little too fast there, don't you think?" you chuckle, but you're flattered.
"All I want is you going fast inside me." Hyewon's legs tense up after you grab them for easier leverage. Her moans are cut short with stutters. "I want it now."
"And what exactly do you want, Hyewon?"
"I—" She blushes furiously. Her words rarely come out in any form other than squeals. "I want to be your little office cockwarmer. I want to do nothing but be the toy who sucks daddy's dick and keeps his cock hard. I don't want to be anything else, daddy, and you know it—you know I want it—"
"Oh, you will." Pumping into her harder, you set the stone there and then of your ownership of her. "You're mine now. Everyone's gonna know about how you get on your knees for me so easily, Kang Hyewon. You'll be known as my little office slut, the one who keeps my stress relieved."
"Yes, yes, you can fill me up all the time, you can make me wear the slutty secretary outfits from my streams, daddy! Use me, oh god, I'm yours!"
It's a tempting offer. You've seen her streams while looking through her background, and you saw that one of her in the tight little secretary uniform. You think of how pretty she'd look in it, and how heads would turn at her entering your office everytime in it. You picture the outrage that does nothing since you're at such a high position in the office hierarchy, such an important person. They can't do anything if you decide at once that Hyewon's going to be your cumslut. They can only create rumors painting you out to be the exploitative bad guy, and Hyewon starring in the role of the poor head-over-heels newbie desperate for a good life.
You can live with that.
The inches of your length never get to breathe as you're constantly shoving them inside her, knocking against her cervix and making her sob for more. There's no limit to the pumps you can give to Hyewon, but you still test it out. Hyewon remains at your mercy.
"Are you going to be my slut now? Do you really want that?" you ask her. "Or are you going to back out because you're too much of a pussy to dive in?c
Grab her chin and force her gaze at you. That's how you see that Hyewon's completely serious. That's exactly what she wants. She didn't come here for a job, she came here for you, and she's not leaving without being yours.
Hyewon nods. She presses her forehead against yours. "I want you," she whispers. "So make me yours. You know you want to teach your whore of a babygirl a lesson. You know you want to fill her cunt everyday."
That's right, you do. You knew, since the minute she spent teasing and toying with you, that you want to fuck her brains out. And here you are, doing exactly that.
This could be forever if you wanted.
"Gonna cum now, Hyewon. Gonna fill your cunt up with daddy's semen. Gonna fucking breed you."
"I'm close, too, daddy. Give me your cum."
You make sure to press completely against her cervix when you cum inside her. Hyewon's girl cum and your white fluids mix together, a blend of sex and sin, and drip down your table. You can't really think of anything else except for Hyewon's screams climbing up in volume and her squirt spurting all over your best uniform. No, you're brain-dead with lust, and there's no turning back.
You make her your cum deposit. You make her your babygirl, and as corny as it sounds, straight out of a bad teen romance where everything goes too quickly for any talent to be actually seen, you're okay with that.
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"And that's how I think that we should promote the book earlier this year. Thank you for listening."
The clan of higher-ups sitting at the oval-shaped table clap politely. You try to keep your clapping at the appropriate level of enthusiasm, but your heart bursts with pride for Hyewon. She's come so far without your help. She's learning to stand on her own.
"I think that's a great idea, miss Kang," says Miyawaki Sakura, your director. She's a petite woman with a soft voice, but everyone knows that she's the boss of any room she stands in. "I'll jumpstart the idea tomorrow with the board of directors."
Hyewon flushes with happiness. "Thank you, miss Miyawaki."
"I do have one concern with miss Kang about the presentation, though," you pipe up. "Miss Miyawaki, do I have your permission to speak about with Hyewon in private?"
Now everybody's looking at each other. They try to keep themselves decent, but they all know what you mean. By now, your sexual relationship with Hyewon is an open secret. It might not be eligible for the title of secrecy anymore since all of the office knows it.
But what can they do? You're the best in your team. You run too many things that keep the company going and they can't risk your loss.
Hyewon waits for the director's response with bated breath. Her hands fiddle with each other as she waits for a response.
"Of course, sir," replies Sakura finally. "You may go."
You and Hyewon exchange glances. The two of you know exactly what your "talk" would be about.
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Delete this.vol sixteen.
In an apartment deep in the city, there’s a constant ringing of a doorbell. It chimes for several minutes, but its occupant doesn’t open the door—not even once. Much to the neighbors annoyance, it’s not because the person isn’t around, but rather completely oblivious to it. His ears are covered by the sound of constant profanities and commands booming in haphazard waves over the headset, louder than the rapid fire gunshots being shot on screen.
“Christ! Go left! Go left!” Someone yells over voice chat, foreign and rough sounding, capable of grating even the most mild mannered person, yet it doesn't faze him in the slightest. His eyes remain intently fixed to the screen, almost bursting out from staring for hours and hours. Meanwhile, his fingers mash on the controller reflexively, like it’s muscle memory to him now.
“I got you! I got you.” He replies, looking calm, but his voice presents heightened urgency. Even with their best efforts, it’s a struggle to gain an edge over the enemy team. Occasionally, there’s a deafening scream of frustration or a swear, blaming someone on their own squad—him included—or server lag, which happens often. He’s not innocent in the matter either; in one instance he gets headshot from behind, and he fires off an emphatic curse too, punching his fist in the air out of rage.
“Fuck!” He shouts as the enemy team’s points continue to jump higher, and the gap between them expands. There’s not much time left. A loss is all but guaranteed at this point. Still, he and the others play out the remaining time, even with the awareness that the match is practically over.
The game ends in a resounding victory for the enemy squad. It isn’t even close. If this was a championship or official tournament game, they’d get clowned on by the internet.
He takes off his headset, only to hear the sound of the doorbell that has been pestering him and the rest of the apartment for a while, to his complete ignorance. He quickly puts it back on to get a quick word to his teammates, saying, “Someone’s knocking on my door. Go and start the next one without me.”
He walks to the front door, rubbing a hand on his hunched back, curious as to who could be knocking. Certainly not his neighbors, he theorizes, since he’s using a headset to cut down the loud gaming setup that bothered them before. He hasn’t ordered anything online lately either, so that’s out of the question too. Then for a moment, he realizes something.
Could it be her?
Upon realizing the absurdity of that thought, he shakes his head in denial; after that fateful night, he has never heard from her ever since. Why would she randomly come calling on his doorstep again?
He doesn’t realize the ringing of the doorbell has suddenly stopped. When he opens the door, he doesn’t find anyone standing outside, or anywhere in the hallway for that matter. However, there’s a small, wrapped box set on the floor inches away. Piqued by curiosity, he leans his head down to see a small note attached to it. His name is written on the paper in presumably red ink, dripping and leaking down to the sealed present.
“It’s not my birthday today,” he comments, picking up the mysterious gift without asking anyone or checking with anyone before closing the door. He walks to the living room, slowly unwrapping the enigmatic box along the way. As he gets acquainted with the box, he notes its unusual texture, but doesn’t seem concerned overall. He lifts the lid to find a second note with an item attached on it: a pink metallic flower in the shape of a cherry blossom.
At its center, a red dot starts to blink. He rips the note off the strange object, then flips the paper around to see a new message, written in the same red ink like the first one.
“Tell him I said hi!” - M.S.
His eyes widen in shock, then he turns his gaze back to the metallic flower, now with a second blinking red dot on its core. Realizing what it actually is, he immediately tosses it away from him, with a deep, panicked shout.
Piece by piece, the metals disintegrate and cause a huge explosion. The sheer power and force of the blast sends him flying back until he crashes against the wall, rendering him temporarily unconscious. A huge hole forms in his apartment and the flats surrounding it, both on the upper and lower floors. Smoke begins to gush out from where the bomb blew up, while objects in his room are either set ablaze or destroyed.
Several minutes later, he regains consciousness, coughing hoarsely from the dust from being buried in wood and brick. He squints his eyes, trying to regain his sight. Everywhere he turns, there’s the open city—with winds blowing in all directions—completely uncovered by the violent detonation. He looks at the aftermath in utter disbelief, unable to comprehend what exactly is going on.
A sudden electric whir steals his attention, then a new sight grips him with awe and fear. A woman covered in a long cloak rests on a floating hovercraft right outside his wrecked apartment, glaring back at him with a wicked smirk on her lips and with deceptively alluring eyes.
“You did this?” he blurts out with a tone meshed with both fright and shock.
“I hope you enjoyed my little gift,” she replies, tauntingly. She playfully looks at her darkened nails, relishing the damage she has caused. “This is just a warm up for the real treat.”
“What treat?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
With a confident, devilish grin, she turns her airborne machine around and flies away, her baleful, comical laughter echoing up to the sky. As she leaves, she casually drops a few more flower bombs, triggering several explosions on more buildings in the city. Waves of smoke rise, one after another, and mass hysteria ensues on the ground while she soars off to parts unknown.
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…
“Jeez.”
That was the only thing Eunbi could say after you told her everything, down to the most excruciating detail. The shoot, the gangbang, the subsequent sex in the dressing room—everything. Well, not exactly everything; there’s the part where you can tell by Hyewon’s tone that she has some kind of contempt for her and Yena, but you’d rather deal with that later.
“Yeah, well she said hi by the way,” you add quietly into your phone’s microphone, staring at your friend through the screen, who’s smiling on the opposite end, nodding along.
“But, it’s good then that she now knows.” Eunbi’s soft voice—a warm, comforting contrast to the coldness of Hyewon—answers you back, partially altered by bits of static due to poor communications. “I managed to get in touch with Yena. I’ll meet with her soon.”
“Really?” Your eyes light up at the positive results of her mission, and your inflection shows hope and excitement. “Where’d you find her?”
“Busan. Annoyingly, I’ve had to ditch the car at the terminal. My ass ain’t driving for four hours, plus traffic’s a thing. Gas prices suck.” Eunbi redirects her camera away from her sun-kissed face, redirecting it toward the other passengers aboard the train, mostly on their phones and minding their own business.
“That far?” You’re surprised that Yena has managed to travel a long way overnight. “I hope she can actually meet you as soon as possible.”
“Yeah. Otherwise this would be a stupid waste of train tickets.” She grumbles, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the additional expenses, eliciting a small laugh out of you. “Anyway, I’m about to get off in two stops.”
“What do I do now?” you ask, worried about those thoughts slowly haunting you. Briefly look over your shoulder, and find nothing but the pale white walls of the dressing room, dreading Hyewon prematurely returning from her shoot. She’ll probably flash a friendly smile or two if she sees Eunbi, but you know it’s only a mask, a facade to hide her true feelings.
“Do what?” Eunbi twists an eyebrow, while her lips curl into a frown. “Something wrong? You look nervous all of a sudden.”
Her words pass through deaf ears, as more of your worries bother you. It’s only when she modulates your name again that you snap out of your confused state.
“Hey!” She shouts, with her features turning dourer. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you say, stumbling through such an easy word like you’ve forgotten how to pronounce it, visibly affected in some shape or form. When you return your eyes to her, your brain starts functioning like it should. “I’ll be fine. I’m just anxious about her.”
“Mm, don’t worry. We’ve learned our lesson the first time, and we won’t let our guards down again,” says Eunbi with great confidence, like failure’s an impossibility, and it’s faith you wish you had too. “I’ll be going now. Take care, love.”
“Yeah. You too.” Wave goodbye to her from your side while she makes a kissy face on the screen. Then the call ends.
Hopping off the stained couch where you fucked Hyewon, you quietly waddle over to the dressing room’s door, stick your head out to see what’s going on. It’s dead silent; not one of the male models are on set, and the props remain untouched in the center of the room, directly in front of the lone camera placed on the tripod.
“They’ve already left.” The cold, feminine voice echoes deeply in your ear, shattering the illusion of silence in the room.
“What the?” Look around panickedly, only to catch Hyewon right beside you, watching you with crossed arms, somehow avoiding your line of sight the whole time—or that you’re caught up in your own tunnel vision again.
“Were you looking to see if I was getting railed by those boys a second time?” she asks, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder with a playful, toying pout on her freshly puckered lips. “I thought I would never rub off on you.”
Much to your chagrin, you lift your head back, sighing. “God, Hyem, this isn’t time for jokes.”
She’s widely smiling, looking more arrogant and vain than ever, like she’s completely oblivious of the situation. Of course, she’s much smarter than that. “Lighten up, baby. You weren’t this anxious and tense when you were fucking me and Yena shamelessly.”
“That was—different,” you say, choking that last word out, the wobbliness in your tone selling you out.
“Different how?” Hyewon’s hands are all over your shoulders, turning your body to face hers, locking eyes together like there’s an unbreakable connection between you two. Before you know it, she has you pinned against the wall, smirking and quietly giggling, trapping you deeper with those chestnut pupils. “This is no different to what we did back then, what we did now, and what we’ll do again, and again, and again.”
She kisses you, soft and gently, like what she’s done so many times, and yet you fall for it every single time. From your collarbones to your chin, eventually those lush pink lips meet yours, and she slips her tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste her sweetness abundantly. You’ll never verbally admit, but you’d never grow tired of her, no matter how much you try to resist. In fact, she’s rubbed off on you and it’s impossible to remove that familiarity, especially when she tastes so good.
“Haven’t—you—had—enough?” You mumble into her mouth as she continues to make out with you, humming sweet music into your lips. A pointless question, given how passionate she is when it comes to kissing you, and how her nails are marking into your shirt in an attempt to get rid of it once more. If she could tear it to pieces, she absolutely would.
Affirming this, she cups your face with urgency, then pulls you further into the kiss, as if you’re not drowning under her love ocean already. “Fuck no.”
In the middle of another sudden makeout session, you’re back to square one again. Lift the black shirt over her head to expose her creamy, nakedness in all her full glory. She does the same to yours in return; now your clothes are back on the floor before you’re at the mercy of each other’s lips again. It’s a repetitive cycle, but it never fails to spark a raging fire of lust and desire between you both.
Perhaps you needed this—something and someone to jog your memories through pleasant times before things went south, when everything was simple and it was all beautiful. You’re wiser now, but Hyewon’s body serves as a reminder of what you had, and what you lost. She’s still in the past, hungry and fiending for what you both shared, but you’re long past that, ready to move forward, but right as you’re about to cross that line, she drags you back, unwilling to let you go.
Maybe it’s her, but in actuality, it’s you. After all, you’re allowing her to peel through your pants and boxers, allowing her free use of your cock like it’s her property every time.
You utter a strained moan as her fingers slide down your body, to that treasured possession of a cock, stroking you hard with intricate precision, perfectly done with all the experience she has with your shaft. Her eyes keep you magnetized, staring at you with the same wave of passion she’s had for you since you first met. At first, the pumps are quick and unrelenting, but soon switch to slow and emphatic. The further she goes, the more pleasure she seeps from you, making sure your entire figure shudders with each jerk of your cock.
“Relax. This will make you feel better. Trust me.” Hyewon delivers each word with sultry conviction, it eases you into a vivid, hypnotic state and relinquishes more control to her. She jerks you into creating deeper, needier groans, and when you say her name with such breathless, suffocating force, it’s heaven to her ears.
“F-fuck, Hyem—” Another stroke, another moan. Your eyes roll deep into the back of your skull, head twisted and bent in an uncanny position due to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing throughout your body. Your hands grip onto her tiny waist for support as she continues to pump you, tease you, and remind you of what you had.
“Yes, that’s it. Moan for me,” she says, like she’s commanding you, and you’re more than willing to comply. Your jaw slacks wide, producing prolonged groan after groan, like you’re a babbling child with no words to call your own. Your senses have gone completely numb, with every muscle in your body slowly falling apart, as Hyewon watches on with a giggle and an effervescent smile—a stark contrast to the lewd act she’s performing on you.
“My god, Hyewon.” Your hand, carefully led and guided by her graceful motions, find their way back to her meaty flesh, recapturing the sensitive, taut bud on her chest. Through glazed eyes, you capture flashes of Hyewon’s constantly evolving expressions, body quivering from the tight sensation you have on her. “So—fucking—hot.”
She rolls her head back, fluttery eyes drawing themselves shut as your fingers explore her bountiful chest, relishing in familiar but warm, arousing pleasures. “God, you should have seen their faces.”
“Hm?”
“They didn’t know I was getting fucked so hard already,” she says, and though it’s not directly implied, the words are enough to make your heart jump and your ego fly. Her hand is no longer on your stiff cock, rather going up and down on your back, leaving marks to let everyone know who you belong to. “Let’s just say they don’t ever want to see me again.”
“Good,” you whisper, leaving another poignant kiss on her intoxicating lips. “I—I didn’t like those guys one bit.”
“Scared that they were giving me good dick?” Her eyes swing open, directly meeting yours with an inviting and inescapable stare. You bend her downward, lifting a leg up to your waist like you’re in the middle of a fiery dance. “They were never enough to satisfy me compared to yours.”
It’s difficult to tell if it's sincerity or flattery—maybe both; you never know when it comes to Hyewon. But the words slice through your inhibitions and pierce right through your loins, and you’re falling for her enticing spell, and it’s like you’ve never learnt your lesson at all.
Take her back to the dressing room couch, the same one you railed her on half an hour ago, and you’re tangled up in circles with her again. Wrapping her slender legs around her waist, you flip her around, face down on the stained mattress, and slip the rest of her partly soiled undergarments off her. Her cunt is leaking, dripping with thick, gooey liquid, presumably from the guys she’s modeling with.
It should have raised red flags, but you’re not surprised. You’ve fucked her in twice, and she’s taken more cock from anyone in such a short timespan that it’s much more of a surprise she hasn’t been knocked up or passed out. Still, you set your sights on the prize that is her wrecked, stretched out pussy, intent to ruin her more than ever before.
“Nobody’s around now, give it to me hard—fuck!” Hyewon cries out loudly as you push yourself into her wet, inviting warmth, finding her tight, needy, and ready as she’s always been. Even when you’ve pounded her before, this scream is the loudest one she’s produced, as if she was previously holding back.
“I don’t want slow love making, baby. Please fuck me hard and fast and—aaah!” Without a second’s hesitation, you sink deep into her suffocating heat, cutting her sentence off. It was never on your mind, anyway. The idea of passionate, intimate sex was Hyewon’s least favorite kind. You were so used to high tempo, quick and tiresome fucking that it’s almost second nature to pump your cock deep in her womb without care for her comfort or yours.
The force and speed you pound Hyewon from behind severs all forms of communication between you. She’s reduced to a moaning, shouting mess, occasionally muffled by the flimsy couch her face is planted on. Otherwise, she’s crying out in rising crescendos, letting off an occasional swear. But when she whines out your name, you reward her by stroking faster than your hips permit, much to the soreness of your muscles, holding her shoulder in your palm and her stem in the other.
Surely by now, everyone inside the building has been made aware of your presence, if the cameras haven’t exposed you already. It’s been an hour and you should have been forced out, yet you’re in there, balls deep inside their model’s tight, stifling cunt. But you can’t stop, nor do you ever plan to—not when Hyewon’s perfectly sculpted body is jiggling and shaking violently because of you, and she’s so blissfully intoxicated, echoing your name out so proudly.
Even as your heavy legs begin to wobble, imploring you to slow down lest they break, you continue slamming your hips into her, spurred on by the silky, satisfying claps made by your flesh slapping against hers. If only the room-filling mirror in her dressing room was a few inches lower. For now, you’ll settle with her euphoric cries of pleasure and the brisk quivers of her figure held in your grasp.
It’s in the little things she does: her well-manicured nails tearing through the thin, weak fabric of the couch, the complete weakness and lack of resistance as she falls deeper to her pleasure, and the sudden patheticness of her moans that fills the once raucous room, with your smacks of skin now the loudest thing in the whole place. “So—close—”
Two words are all she can muster before she goes quiet once more, leaving the rest entirely in your control. You’re struggling too; the heat between her legs is turning more intense by the second, and you’re a few loose screws away from another deep orgasm inside her. It’s so difficult to even avert your gaze from the splayed, naked goddess that is Hyewon, weak back arches, steady body ripples, and all. She may not be directly watching you, but she can certainly feel that you’re hesitating and second guessing what to do.
Even without her direction, you know anything less than a load in her cunt would be a death sentence. As your eventual climax creeps in, you lay your head besides hers, take in the strange fusion of sex, sweat, and perfume she’s wearing. Kiss the side of her neck as you give her another surge of thrusts, sloppily soaking up her creamy flesh with a vibrant, satisfied hum. It’s the closest you can get to passionate love making with her before she calls you out for being too soft.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so damn tight, angel.” You whisper gentle moans in her ear, nibbling her skin while you lift her head slightly. Through the waves of dark hair concealing her face, you catch a little glimpse of the slightest toothy smile on her features, enjoying every moment getting railed as much as you do. “I can’t believe how much of a slut you are, still needy for my cum after getting so much already.”
“Cum in me, then.” Hyewon purrs weakly, hoarsely, using two fingers to brush aside some of the hair obstructing her view. One half-lidded stare is enough to hook your attention. “Give this slutty angel of yours all that hot, gooey cum that I oh-so fucking want.”
You were practically crawling to your orgasm, but the last sentence was the push needed to send you over the edge. Call it a well-timed coincidence or part of a plan, right as your legs stumble forward, you come through with one more thrust that causes your mind to go blank. Your palms cling to whatever flesh they can hold impulsively, like your body’s on lock, as a surge of hotness fills your loins. Your mouth groans, but nothing’s verbalizing.
For the next few minutes, maybe longer—much longer—you slump atop Hyewon, resting your head beside hers as the room goes dead silent. It’s such an awkward position you’re both tangled up in; such a knot is usually designated for blacked out drunkards rather than two people partaking in sex. Forget that you’re in a dressing room and all; it feels like you’re both in bed, like you used to be.
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“You make no fucking sense.”
None of this makes any sense to you, either. One look at your phone and it’s already half past five. You haven’t seen the sun since you entered the building but you’re sure it’s already gone. Where did the past two hours go? The last thing you remember before passing out is lying next to Hyewon on the couch, which has become completely non washable at this point. Now she’s on the floor, on her knees, with your drenched cock sandwiched between her breasts, just as wet and full of warm, sticky cum.
Her voice demands your attention. Her gaze also demands your attention. One wrong look, one wrong move, and she will snap your dick in half between her tits. With strength you have regained, you choose to do the right thing and follow her every motion.
“So, are we a thing again?” you ask, flatly.
“Up to you,” replies Hyewon, slightly tilted. Your cock sinks deep between her cleavage, then reemerges slicker than before. “I—I couldn’t care less if you fucked Eunbi again after this.”
Though she says otherwise, it’s clear that she’s bothered by your interactions with your former lovers—who wouldn’t be when their lover is speaking with their exes and other potential suitresses—and her tone couldn’t be more apparent. “I know, I know,” she adds, pining, “You’re sick of me. Sick of all of this. If that’s how you feel, then go ahead.”
“That’s not it,” you say, frowning. “It’s—It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Complicated? Great excuse. Definitely have not heard that a thousand times before.” Hyewon’s snarky tone rubs you the wrong way; she’s becoming too difficult and insufferable at the worst time imaginable.
You can’t bear to hide your feelings any longer. “Well how can I say it isn’t? Tell me who’s the one always fucking five guys behind my back?”
Suddenly, she rises up from the floor, towers above you, weakly slouched against the couch. It takes every fiber of restraint in her not to slap you. It’s a trigger to her; she never really questioned the long-term consequences of her behaviors, always running from one man to another when it happens.
“Tell me who’s the one allowing it to happen in the first place. You were supposed to be my boyfriend, right? How come you never acted like it?”
Without another word, she walks off, with tears forming in her eyes, and leaves you alone, with nothing but fatigue, and something to think about.
Suddenly, your phone beeps. One glance and it’s a text message from a forgotten friend—Hong Jaein. Your eyes widen as you look at the contents, and you can’t help but mutter an audible, “Oh God.”
Pictures of his apartment, completely in tatters, plus a written note in his hand saying:
> “Tell him I said hi.” - M.S.
(We're back! Expect one more chapter before the year ends. Again, I wanted to do more experimental stuff before returning to the series. Still not really sure how this will properly translate, but hopefully it's a good reflection of what I've been doing over the past few months. Hong Jaein is the name of the OC from that one filler/side chapter, and he's suddenly caught up in this mess too. Imagine the awkwardness when the protagonist finds out Hyewon's had one with him too. Yikes.)
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Break Up #1
"Y/n I think we should break up".
"H-huh w-why Noona".
"I'm just.... Agh... I just don't like you anymore. I feel like something is missing in our relationship and I don't know why".
"Please N-n-noona... We can work this together... I'm sure we'll find a way".
"I'm sorry Y/n.. I need some time alone... Please don't come near me again... Sorry".
"N-n-noona".
"Please leave Y/n... I'm not ready to be in a relationship again... Let's stop".
"..... ".
Yeah.. That's basically how all of this shit started. I was just enjoying my life back then, living the best of my life with my loving girlfriend Hyewon. W-w-well I thought it would be the best thing in my life. But I guess I was wrong.
All my life I have given all of my time, effort, and money in this relationship with her. I have spend so much to build this relationship and all of a sudden she just want to end it this quickly? I guess Yujin was fucking right about her. From the very beginning.
Aghhh this shit sucks.... I should call Yujin.. I don't know what to do...
///// Calling Ahn Yujin ////////
"H-hello"?
"H-hi Yujin".
"Ohh Y/n how have you been? I miss u so much".
"Well I surely have been better".
"... What happened".
"H-hmm".
"Did u break up with her"?
"H-how do you know"?
" *sigh* Y/n... Didn't I tell you from the start... You wouldn't last long with her? She's a complete 180 of you".
"Y-yeah.. I'm sorry for not trusting you".
"Haish.... Can I come over.. I want to talk to you".
"Y-yeah sure Yujin".
"Alright be there in 10".
*knock knock*
"Hi Y/n".
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(ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) 𓈒 🍧 ༝ ⁶⁶⁶
#⠀ ⠀♥︎. 🏹 ⎯⎯ 7hyein#kang hyewon#hyewon#hyewon kang#izone hyewon#hyewon izone#hyewon layouts#hyewon moodboard#kpop moodboard#messy moodboard#alternative moodboard#y2k moodboard#aesthetic moodboard#fresh moodboard#clean moodboard#cute moodboard#random moodboard#izone#izone moodboard#kpop#kpop gg#coquette#coquette moodboard#pink moodboard#brown moodboard#carrd inspo#carrd stuff#carrd resources#aesthetic symbols#symbols
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✿ ۪⋆ hyewon lockscreens
#liya's records ૮₍ ˶• ༝ •˶ ₎ა#locs by iluvrei#alternative moodboard#aesthetic moodboard#colorful moodboard#messy moodboard#green moodboard#kpop moodboard#clean moodboard#loc creds 2 contexty#orange moodboard#pink moodboard#hyewon moodboard#cottegcore moodboard#cute moodboard#izone moodboard#iz*one moodboard#hyewon#kang hyewon#hyewon izone#izone hyewon#coquette moodboard#kpop lockscreen#wallpaper#wallpapers kpop#lockscreens#kpop layout#hyewon layouts#izone lockscreen#iz*one
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Gym Buddies (18+) | Kang Hyewon
Waring Sexual Content (18+) Read At Your Own Risk
2668 words
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Gym day, you hate gym day. But it was something you had to do nevertheless. You need to do it to keep yourself in shape for football and despite how much you hated the gym, you had to go and do it regardless. The only thing that takes your mind out of the thought of suffering whilst doing your gym routine was the amount of girls in sports bra and tights in there. It was a good sight nevertheless.
Like every other student in the university, you went to the university gym which you usually go with your friends. However, exam season meant that today you had to go alone. Your usual gym buddies had bailed on you and you had to go alone. Nevertheless, this was for your own good.
Because of exam season, there were visibly less students in the gym as well, there were a lot of unused equipment. Of course, having less people in the gym it means less girls are in the gym. There were still some, but none of them caught your eye.
Without the female distracting you, you managed to get through most of your routine smoothly. Until you were on the treadmill. You set your usual timer 90 minutes as you get on, put your earbuds on and started running. You were concentrated, focused until someone walked into the gym.
Kang Hyewon.
It was her, your crush, the girl that makes your heart flutters every time you see her. You knew she would come to the gym, it was one of the reason that you started coming to the gym regularly. She was perfect, came in with a black hoodie and a gym bag. You couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked past.
Hyewon is a regular at the gym, she doesn’t stay for long, usually she comes in and does around 30 minutes on the treadmill and leaves. What is more unusual was that she always come to the gym alone, no buddies, just herself.
Somehow, despite all the available treadmills, Hyewon decided to use the one right next to you which was distracting.
Hyewon took off her hoodie to show what she was wearing underneath. A white sports bra and black tight leggings that outlined her perfect curves. The sports bra clearly showed her above average sized tits with her perfect midriff in full view for everyone to see. As Hyewon steps onto the treadmill, she started the timer and began running.
You tried your best to not look over to the sight next to you. Hyewon running whilst her tits jiggling in motion. You were sweating heavily, thankfully your previous work outs have covered up the fact that you were sweating from looking at Hyewon. However, one thing you can’t cover up was the bulge that was starting to form in your pants.
With Hyewon running next to you and her boobs jiggling, you were getting so hard down there. It has gone to the point where it was starting to get uncomfortable for you to continue running. You have decided that enough is enough, you need to do something about this.
You pressed the stop button on the treadmill and decided to call it a day for you in the gym. As you got off the treadmill and Hyewon managed to catch you.
“Oh you’re going now? There’s still 20 minutes on the clock” Hyewon asked as she saw you leaving.
“Yeah, not up to it today. My gym buddies aren’t here today” you replied.
“I know exam season made this gym quite empty” Hyewon replied as she down her machine so she could have a bit of a chat.
“How about you, you don’t have a gym buddy do you? I always see you coming alone” you asked Hyewon.
“Nah, I don’t” Hyewon responded “but you could be my gym buddy” Hyewon asked which caught you off guard.
“Say what now?” you wasn’t sure what Hyewon just said.
“I’m saying do you want to be my gym buddy” Hyewon repeated herself.
You tried to play it cool, but the girl that you like have just asked you to be her gym buddy. With that, you walked back onto the treadmill and prepared to continue your workout.
“Sure, why not. In that case I better continue my cardio” you reached out for the start button on the machine.
“Actually, I have a better idea to train cardio. Something that we both can do together as gym buddies” Hyewon said with a cheeky smirk.
She stopped her machine, got off the treadmill and told you to follow her. You didn’t know what she was up to but you just followed her nevertheless. After all, you don’t often get a chance to do stuff together with Hyewon.
Hyewon guided you into the changing room, specifically the female changing room. You didn’t want to go in there but Hyewon dragged you into it and you have no choice.
“What sort of cardio are we going to do here in the FEMALE changing room” you asked, stressing out the word female.
Hyewon giggled a little bit before coming closer to you and placed a finger on your lips.
“Shhhhhhh, trust me it will be good” Hyewon said as she placed a finger on your lips to shush you “I’ve seen you peeking on me when I was running next to you” Hyewon added.
You gulped, it was embarrassing as you face turned red. You were caught red handed by Kang Hyewon. To be fair it was very distracting having her running next to you.
“In my defence......” you tried to explain but Hyewon shut you up by kissing you on the lips.
“Shhhh it’s ok, you’ve got what I want and I’ve got what you want” Hyewon shushed you as she leaned in to make out with you.
Hyewon’s lips were soft as they crashed onto yours. The make out session seemed to calmed you down a little bit, not thinking about the fact that you were in the female changing room. You wrapped your arms around Hyewon’s waist as you continued to make out with the girl you have been crushing on for a while. This moment was like a dream come true.
Whilst your thoughts about where you were at have been calmed down, your cock was certainly not calm what so ever. You have gotten so hard whilst making out with Hyewon that it started poking her a little bit. Hyewon pulled out the kiss as she felt something poking her downstairs.
“Sorry, I can’t control it” you said embarrassingly.
“It’s ok, I know how to deal with it” Hyewon reassured you.
After that Hyewon instantly dropped onto her knees and pulled your shorts down together with your underwear as your cock sprung free finally after being trapped in your running shorts. Hyewon gave your already hardened cock a few jerks which caused you to leak some pre cum.
Gathering the pre cum, Hyewon licked the tip of your cock to taste the pre cum before taking your whole cock into her mouth.
You moaned out immediately as Hyewon started her blowjob. You didn’t expect that coming to the gym alone would end up in the bathroom with your crush Kang Hyewon whilst she gave you the best blowjob you have ever received. You were feeling too much pleasure to care that you are now inside the female changing room with no pants on.
As Hyewon continued to suck your cock, you were feeling pleasure that you have never felt before. True to her words, she definitely knew how to deal with your boner. She didn’t miss a spot, she used her tongue and her sucking skills to the maximum. It was just too good, much better than any blowjobs you have received from previous girlfriends.
After a while, confident that your cock was lubricated with enough of Hyewon’s saliva, Hyewon slowed down her sucking and eventually released your cock with a popping noise.
“I know you wanted to see these” Hyewon said as she rolled her sports bra up and exposed her perfect pair of tits.
They were so perfect and so soft, makes you want to play with it so bad. However, before you had a chance to do so, Hyewon laid down on one of the benches pulled her leggings off and showed you her pink panties with a wet stain on them telling you that she’s ready.
“Come on, let’s get some cardio done” Hyewon said as you approached her and ripped her pink panties apart, tearing them off in the process.
You didn’t need a second invitation to fuck Hyewon’s pussy, with you lining up your cock on her pussy entrance, you thrusted into Hyewon for the first time. Almost immediately, the blowjob from earlier was no longer the best thing ever happened to you.
You both moaned at the pleasure you were receiving.
Hyewon’s pussy wasn’t what you call tight, but it was nevertheless perfect. It fits your cock perfectly, there was enough space for you to thrust in and out of freely whilst also giving your cock enough pleasure and giving yourself enough stimulation. The warm and wetness of it was giving you extra sensation as you pound Hyewon in missionary position.
“Fuck Hyewon, your pussy is perfect” you moaned out
It wasn’t the most comfortable shag you have had you had to admit. On a hard bench in the changing room of a gym. However, the pleasure that your cock was receiving from fucking Hyewon’s pussy was overriding the uncomfortable bench that you were fucking Hyewon on.
“Shut ahh up a-a-an-and get o-ooh-o-on with your workout” Hyewon blurted out in between moans.
The scene was so hot. The sweat that you both had from previous workout, you still having your t shirt on, Hyewon’s perfect body underneath you whilst you slip inside her wet pussy and the moans that filled the room. It would be impossible for anyone in the changing room to not hear you two fucking with the echoing moans that Hyewon was making.
Her moans only grew louder and louder, as Hyewon was breathing heavier and heavier. struggling to keep her moans in sync. Her pussy was also getting wetter and tighter.
“Fff-fuc-fuck I’mmm c-cl-c-c-closee-ee” Hyewon moaned out, telling you that she was close to her orgasm.
You could feel it in her, she was only seconds away from orgasming, it felt like your mission to get her to cum as you only responded by thrusting faster and harder as your hands roamed towards her exposed tits to play with it. Kneading it like it was a dough and flicking her nipples occasionally to try and push her off the edge. Her tits were soft like you imagined, as you continued to play with them whilst thrusting in and out of her pussy.
The extra sensation seemed to have pushed Hyewon into her orgasm as she moaned and screamed whilst her pussy clamps around your cock and coats your cock with her juices. It was hot, Hyewon’s orgasm was hot, but it was also loud. So loud that you stopped your thrustin, leant down and made out with her so she could be quieter.
“Mmmm mmmm mmm” Hyewon moans were muffled as she cums hard, shakes violently whilst making out with you, moaning into your mouth.
As Hyewon came down from her high, you pulled out of her pussy completely and help her stand up. Her legs were weak at first but with a little bit of help she managed to stand on her own. You meanwhile sat down on the bench with your cock still hard and proud waiting to enter Hyewon’s pussy again.
“I’ve done my bit of cardio, now your turn” you instructed Hyewon.
“My pleasure” Hyewon smirked.
She turned around, her perfect round butt facing you as she squatted a little bit before slowly backing herself onto you. Carefully and slowly guide herself onto your cock. Once she felt that the tip was poking at her entrance, Hyewon slammed herself hard onto your cock, her butt and your crotch made a slapping sound as they connected before she started to dictate the pace with how fast she should ride you.
You didn’t know how, but after the orgasm it felt like Hyewon’s pussy felt even better. Maybe it was the fact that this time Hyewon was the one doing all the work and she knows what she needs to do, or maybe it was the fact that her orgasm made her pussy wetter which meant it gave you smoother thrusts but it was so good that you could feel yourself building towards your own orgasm.
Moaning noises and skin slapping noises filled the room as Hyewon continued to ride you whilst you were sat down and she was squatting and riding your cock like an absolute professional. You snaked your hands back onto her perfect soft tits and played around with them.
However, as Hyewon continued to ride you in that position, you felt yourself nearing the end. It was something that you never wanted to end, but unfortunately it has to. You could feel that tingling sensation in your crotch area, you were close to your own orgasm.
“Oh fuck get off me Hyewon” were the words you never wanted to say but you had to “I’m going to cum”
“Paint me” Hyewon moaned out as she dismounted herself from your cock.
You stood up as Hyewon got back onto her knees, you were jerking off your cock furiously. It doesn’t feel as good as fucking Hyewon’s pussy but it was better than not being able to finish at all. Hyewon tilted her head upwards, took her sports bra off and pushed her tits up with her arms anticipating for the grand finale.
It didn’t take long, only took about a dozen of strokes until you reach your peak. Thick white semen shot out the tip of your cock and landed all over Hyewon’s body. The first few shots were strong and they landed on Hyewon’s face, painting her perfect features white before the rest shot out of your cock and landed on Hyewon’s soft boobs.
Once your orgasm died down, Hyewon took your cock back into her mouth, gave it a quick clean and sucked all the last drops of cum that didn’t shot out of your cock which caused you to spasm a little bit as you were still sensitive after your orgasm.
“F-ff-fuck I’m still sensitive” you moaned out.
“Can’t waste any of that delicious protein” Hyewon tasted your cum and licked her lips.
Still breathing heavily, you went and grabbed Hyewon a towel to wipe off the cum on her body and face before you both put your clothes back on. For you it was easy, but for Hyewon it was a bit more difficult as her panties were literally torn. However, she managed to get dressed and disposed her panties before putting back on her black hoodie to cover any stains of cum on her body that she might have missed whilst cleaning herself.
As you were prepared to leave Hyewon suddenly spoke up.
“Pick me up outside the faculty of arts building at 7 tonight” Hyewon said.
“For what and why at 7” you questioned.
“A date, do you not want to go on a date with me after we fucked?” Hyewon followed up with a question.
“Yes, but can’t we go now? It’s not like there’s anything fancy on campus” you explained.
“At least let me go back take a shower and put some new panties on first, I smell like sweat and your cum” Hyewon said.
“Fine, see you at 7 then” you gave her a kiss on the lips before walking out the door, making sure nobody saw you coming out of the female changing room.
***
If you think I should write a part 2 about what happened after their first date please put it in the comments below
#kpop#kpop idols#kpop fanfic#kpop fanfiction#izone#izone hyewon#kang hyewon#hyewon#hyewon smut#izone smut#male reader#gym sex
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kangbi for sudden attack
#kang hyewon#kwon eunbi#izone#femaleidolsedit#femadolsedit#femaleidol#ksoloists#himina#hijaehyukkies#hyewon#eunbi#the SHOCK of watching a photoshoot uploaded to eunbis channel today in 2023 and seeing hyewon????#hello my biases????#a9gifs#gifset#bias#both of them!!!
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Any plans for Eunbi smut? Or Kkura? Or Hyewon?? Lots of love for iznsfw! ❤️❤️❤️
Mon Chef-D'oeuvre
IZ Days of Christmas: Day 3 - Kang Hyewon
IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut
4235 words
Categories: biography-style fic, muse!Hyewon, haunted_artist!Reader, cunnilingus, cockwarming, riding
T/W: suicide, cancer/sickness, self-deprecating thoughts
The smut parts are quite short, but I was leaning on a more emotional side of the story, so I apologize if it is not fulfilling.
MASTERPIECE AND MADNESS: A LOOK INTO THE LIFE OF KANG SEUNGWOON, THE MOURNFUL ARTIST
Excerpts from page 99-102
[...] Grief was a major theme in Kang’s paintings. In Secret Story of the Swan (figure 5.5), created in 1916 hung in the Louvre in 1920, he takes a twist on the classic children’s story of The Ugly Duckling. He depicts the mother of the duckling as a rejected, brutalized victim at the hands of her husband. When asked about how he took the harsh criticism from the public for this controversial artwork by the Korea Times, he stated: “There is no right or wrong way to tell a story [...] it is fiction, it does not matter. All of life is a fictional construct. I say the world was simply not prepared for it.”
He presented this artwork in muted colors as he did not have formal materials until his graduation from the Iz School of Creative Art in November 1917. But it is safe to say the painting presented the emotions as much as any vibrant colors could, although it was met by praise and critical acclaim as late as the birth of the twenty-first century.
Another artwork of his in the category of grief is Winter Poem (see Figure 5.6), made shortly after his muse and wife, Kang Hyewon, passed.
Kang first met her at the university from which he took art and graduated at the top of the class. She was described as an “innocent girl with a pure face”. Quoted from Kang from his journals, which were released to the public in 2014: “She had the beauty of an angel. I think she really was an angel. I felt that I did not deserve her.”
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You graduated at the top of your class, with honors and awards for everything you have ever painted in school. They hung your artworks around and gladly presented them to the wealthy visitors looking to enroll their children in there, as if to say, "This is what your child can make if you enter them in our school." They all saw you as the best painter in class, the one with instinctive and natural talent that comes to you as easily as the wind.
So, why are you so sad?
The joy of these moments have lost their effect on you. Maybe it is because you are growing up. As one grows up, things slowly lose meaning. Birthdays are not as exciting as they used to be, and even if the events were big things such as this: your graduation, not one smile paints itself on your sullen face.
Your mother once told you that all things were temporary. “Gifts, birthdays, parties…” she had listed out for you the examples thoughtfully. “They’re all temporary just like we are. So you have to enjoy them while you can.” But you cannot take her advice, and now, you feel as if you have disappointed her.
The tears drop despite your efforts to remain a stoic face. But what is done is done. All you have to do is to go home with your diploma in hand, and probably encase it with glass. It will be a good thing to add to your resume as well as the credentials you list when people commission you. If, and only if, there is a slim possibility anyone would want you to make them something. You have never been the best artist out there, although you have strived to be.
“Seungwoon-ah!” Turn to the direction you hear the yell from to meet the happy face of Choi Yena. She is one of your fellow honor graduates. Her smile is wide as she asks you, “Are you coming to the grad party tonight?”
Choi Yena is a social butterfly. She can make friends with simply the use of her smile, adding to the fact that she is so naturally cheerful. Nothing can get to her. Sometimes, you wish you were born in her shoes, to have the luxury to be so effortlessly happy.
“I’ll pass,” you tell her. She was kind enough to invite you, the weird outcast, but you will have to turn her offer down. You are not good at big events. You either stutter too much or remain without a plus one. You have learned over the years to save yourself from your own embarrassment. “Congratulations, though!”
“You, too!” Yena beams. The anxious part of your heart tells you that the beam is caused by the fact that you are not going. The rational part tells you, of course, the rational side to the story: Yena is a bubbly girl. She will smile at anything, even if you present her the ugliest thing in the world. But you decide to believe the former, anyway. You always do.
You go away from all of the crowds. They are becoming too much for you. Everyone is jumping and screaming as a famous singer takes the stage and sings a song everyone is obsessed over. You recognize the song but cannot remember its title, but you know it is something along the lines of “I’m gonna make it smile, smile, smile away.” Something like that. You would have liked to ponder over it more, but right now, all you want to do is go home. Probably heat a hot chocolate and read a book before sleeping. It’s getting late, anyway.
You turn the curve to go to the parking spaces. Everything is jammed; every brand of vehicle in existence is cramped in the small, ugly space your university reserves for events like these. All the money in the world from profiting off of the tuition fees and they still cannot invest in bigger hectares. How pathetic.
The richer kids own the Ferraris parked cleanly in the corner, while yours is an old truck your dad used to drive around. You yearn for a better car like those; yours is almost broken down due to the engine, and it isn’t exactly a pretty sight. But you mustn’t let your jealousy overtake you. It is a terrible habit not too many people recognize.
And that is when you see her.
You are rarely starstruck. Models come into your classrooms everyday as references for your art. A lot of them enter in the nude, except for underwear. However, none of them had an effect on you like she did.
She is the girl standing near your car, observing its structure and wheels. She is dressed casually, despite the occasion. A lit cigarette hangs from between her full, pink lips. Her arms form two curves near her hips’. And in that moment, you forget all about what you said negatively about love at first sight. You swear you haven’t felt so stupidly in love.
She takes art classes on the side in the summer. She comes there sometimes, and you see her paint dutifully, pencil tucked behind her ear, to produce a pretty artwork. She rarely laughs nor smiles, but when she does, every person in the room is captured by the neck, including you.
She is the most beautiful girl in the world. And she introduces herself to you as Kang Hyewon.
You knew you were done for when you saw that smirk.
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Kang Hyewon was born in Busan and resided there until she was thirteen years old. From then on, she moved to Seoul and took art classes while pursuing photography at the same university Seungwoon graduated from. They met after his graduation, and began dating casually after two months. Historians doubt this, saying that Seungwoon was a shy man and would have taken longer to charm her, but the journals are concrete evidence that support the widely accepted timeline. They married on 4 July 1922, on Hyewon's twenty-third birthday.
She inspired Seungwoon’s decision to make his first attempt at photography. His first photos consisted of Hyewon herself. According to Dr. Lee’s book on Han Seungwoon and his muses over the years, he “did not see why Hyewon was the photographer rather than the model herself; she was very easy on the eyes.”
Some of Kang’s photographs of Hyewon are shown below:
Contemplation, 1919
A Snack to Go By, 1920
A Camera for the camera, 1922
Seungwoon was not only skilled in painting, but also mathematics, geometry, and science. So it was not long until he had been talented in the field of photography as well. While Hyewon taught him the rules and aspects of it, he gave her advice on her drawings. She inspired and modelled for his one of his last paintings of her: Taste. The story behind the title of the painting or the artwork itself is unknown.
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She has been your muse from the moment you first saw her.
Of course, the first thing that can be attributed to her being your muse is her undeniable beauty. It is kind of ridiculous how pretty Kang Hyewon is. Her features are soft, yet full: doe eyes, paired with two full lips, and a perfectly shaped nose that can make her look like a lovingly-carved statue if you used your gray paint on her. She looks good in anything you request her to wear, anything she wears when she enters your studio with a new inquiry about art. Any photograph taken of her comes out prettily. She is just naturally photogenic, naturally beautiful.
She is also naturally kind. You are the moody one in the pair, always grumping about a new day without a cup of coffee to start it. But Hyewon… Hyewon is patient. You try not to be too much for her, with the amount of space your art and materials take and all, yet she always tells you it is okay. It is fine, she says, because she knows you more than anyone and loves you more than anyone. She knows exactly what to make you calm down after a disappointed commissioner, or a day where things are simply too gloomy for you to go on. And you truly do not want to say it out loud in fears of being ridiculed, but you cannot live without her. She is your solace, and if, by any cursed chance, she disappears from this world, you would join her. You would challenge death to return her to you and laugh in its skull face. You would do anything, just to be by her side forever.
You never exaggerate except in paintings. You would honestly do all things those things for Hyewon if needed. You are a blessed man for being able to have her take your last name as her own, live in the same home as her and have her as your muse.
"These are gorgeous," she says. Hyewon looked around your studio, observing the hues and the dues, the bright and the dull. A lot of your drafts have filled the room, and you are a little embarrassed to have your wife look at them.
"You are far more gorgeous than any of them. There is a reason why people like my paintings of you more."
"My husband is so charming," says Hyewon, throwing you a sweet smile. It is only semi-sarcastic, and it looks pretty with her clothes for this shoot. She is wearing your blue polo under a white vest, along with two gray socks that are almost thigh-high. Her visuals affect you a little too much today, but you try to ignore it. Focus on applying the curves of her face on your semi-finished canvas. You have added stripes of brown to show the strands of Hyewon's hair, and alternated between white and light blue to draw her polo.
"How can I not be when you look so..."
Go over Hyewon's whole look and you get even more worked up. Her hair is styled into two buns, while her thighs are generously shown by the skirt that folds around them. Her eyes are wide and curious as she waits for you to continue. But she knows what you are going to say anyway. She is not as innocent as she used to be, being your muse and all.
She spreads her legs a little wider. "Why don't you come and charm me even more?"
Your palette and brush drop to the ground. Suddenly, your arms around Hyewon and you are diligently kissing her. Her lips always taste of sweetness. You can never go without her.
Hyewon cannot go without you either. Her firm kisses and caresses all over the sides of your head and body just show that if you love her, she loves you more. She loves your artwork and your talent and the sleepy face you have as you get up in the morning. She loves your diligence and your kisses and the taut bulge that rubs against her core. She loves you, and after you put her on one of your sturdier desks, you are determined to show that your adoration for her is greater.
Which is why you are glad to tear the vest off of her. She looks hotter in the polo alone, yet you take that one off as well. Her bare, beautiful breasts are presented to you. The brush you pick up once the idea entered your mind dances along their soft mountains. Hyewon lets out a soft whimper. Her sensitivity is at a great height at which she is rendered helpless; she does not know what to do without moaning.
"God, I love you, Hyem," you say breathily.
"Sounds like you're talking to my tits rather than me," laughs Hyewon.
"Fine. I love you." Kiss her again and again. She giggles in between moans. Start from her forehead and end on her breasts. Lick a stripe on their nipples, and squeeze them happily in your hands. "I love you more than anything."
You mean it. You mean it with every pump of blood your heart creates, with every bit of your troubled soul.
Hyewon's thighs shudder as the brush tickles and caresses them. You run kisses along each trail your brush has swiped upon. But soon you are kissing something else, and Hyewon is reduced to moans.
The only clue at what you are doing is her underwear that you have thrown carelessly near the doorway.
"Oh my god, hon," whispers Hyewon, trying to keep a straight face. She raises her head out of view with her eyes closed and a firm bite on her lower lip. "You always eat me so well."
Hyewon loves being eaten out. It is such a divine experience for her. Every session is like the first, when she was particularly delicate and inexperienced. That is why the first suck already brings forth a rush of wetness and her thighs squirm on the sides of your head.
Hyewon remains a beauty, even in her unruly state. Her soft moans are like comforting tunes, motivating even. They coax you to take her harder—lap a teasing tongue up between her folds and wiggle it around, give smacks on her ass above the blue skirt, and suck the pretty nub with more diligence. Hyewon's legs never stop their quivering, and her fingers never stop trying to push you away and keep you licking her. The onslaught of stimulation has her breathless; how does it still feel so new and good?
You spread her legs far apart. Afterwards, stop the thrust of your tongue and go with offering sharp laps on her clitoris. It pulses with need, and so does Hyewon's heart, which beats so fast against her chest that she feels weak. But you are too good at this. She can do nothing but moan and let you fire blunt flicks at her erogenous zone.
"Hmnn... hah! Oh my god, baby!"
She herself is surprised by how early she came. But it is too late; your tongue is already delved deep inside her spasming core, catching the continuous leak of feminine orgasm. And it still feels so good. Sparks keep her on the edge of the desk and her toes curl tightly in response to her rough climax.
Continue the waves of your tongue while you keep her closely to your lips. You are determined to take advantage of the heightened sensitivity of her orgasm and make her feel even more good. You kiss her clit as if it were her own full lips. Give it open-mouthed smooches. By now, Hyewon's moans, which are usually soft and almost silent, have grown and spread inside the studio like a wildfire. Her hips are a force to be reckoned with, bucking against your mouth in search for more and pushing its center into your face. It is no problem for you; you are glad to give more.
You would give anything, in fact, just to see your wife's beautiful and blissful face.
-
Seungwoon took many photographs: of birds, nature, and sometimes his paintings. Many of these were formally released, yet the photos of his wife, although many, were not as abundantly shown to people. He took many pictures of her and kept a large amount for himself. He explained that he felt as if the public did not deserve to see "another side" of Hyewon. Hyewon also said that she would like to keep it that way.
His penultimate photograph of her that we know of is one wherein she reads her books to him. He entitled it A timely read [...]
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Hyewon's thighs are snug in your lap, yet your cock rather explores in the hole in between them. Its pleasure tells and makes you bounce your own thigh up and down, creating a fulfilling process of her hole squeezing onto your shaft as you enter and exit.
Her fingers lose their assured squeeze on the book. "H-hah, you really aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asks in between moans.
Shake your head; of course not. With her slick entrance ready for the taking, you have all day to plug yourself inside of her.
"Just keep reading, Hyewon-ah," you tell her, sweetly nibbling on her earlobe. She whimpers quietly, but does as you say.
Your thigh rises and falls to let your cock probe further inside her. Her tight, sweet body writhes with each bounce, yet she keeps on reading. She is your good girl, after all. Your muse.
But muses are not as desperate for you as she is. No muse drops to her knees and begs for "just one touch, please," say Hyewon with fearful eyes. "Just this time."
Her breast is fit for pearls /
Hyewon opens her mouth to read once more. However, your hand finds her breast before she can get a word out. From there, she can only make soft, whimpery sounds. Her chirps of pleasure are as pleasant as any songbirds. You love Hyewon's voice. She sings softly round the house, smiling giddily when you catch her, yet she claims that she is as never as good as Jo Yuri, the famous singer at the time. But that doesn't matter to you. You love Hyewon's voice.
Most of all, you love Hyewon.
But I was not a "Diver"— /
It does not matter anyway into her neck. Several counts of delicate cries leave her full lips. But Hyewon loves it. She loves being yours. She loves the way you make her feel, especially with the sword you unsheathe and sheathe again in the depths of her core, as if you are not certain if you should keep it inside or not. She likes it better inside her anyway.
Her brow is fit for pearls /
But I have not a crest.
Hyewon leans back in your shoulder. Kiss her beaded brow lovingly. She has stopped trying to read. It is a setup challenge anyway, designed to make her fail. What, with your cock's rainy adventures in between her wet folds, it was not a fair game from the beginning. But she is your loser, and because you love her, you would give her the prize anyway.
Your lips and Hyewon's collide. Hers are full and soft; there is a reason why you love it when she drops to her knees for you. Both carnal pleasures are hard to choose from, but you'd rather kiss her till you are out of breath than have her mouth somewhere else.
She hums a song of bliss, and you fashion yours with a grunt. Her thighs shake above your lap. Your fingers catch the release she makes. It floods on your hand; Hyewon blushes at your touch lingering on her vagina, and cums even more. It is a flood that you do not mind having assault you.
Because...
Her heart is fit for home /
Not one of your artworks can live up to her undeniable beauty. A studio full of the world's greatest paintings can easily be beaten by her. She is one created with duty and love—a soft yet intimate masterpiece, whose colors you make yourself comfortable in, even as she rests your head on your heart and closes her eyes.
I—a sparrow—build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
The little bird sleeps.
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[...] while his last photograph of her is given the name The last stroll in the yards of life.
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You do not want to live anymore.
It is as simple as that. Death is something that you would not refuse after the inevitable death she will have to take on. In fact, you welcome it. You urge it to come early despite your youthful age. You challenge it, even. You spit in the face of death and tell him to come get a piece of you.
Before you know it, you are crying again. Your tears blot what was supposed to be a masterpiece, making the colors drip down unpleasantly the canvas into one, big, rainbow mess. But your current state is a bigger mess than your artwork, and so is your life. Your wife will soon leave you, and just thinking about it makes you want to leave first.
If only you did not love her so much. If you didn't, it would not be this hard for the two of you.
"Oh, honey."
Her voice is as sweet as the nickname, but it does not pacify you. Not when you know the arms bound around your quivering form will soon melt away. Not when the scent from her hair and neck directly under your nose will leave along with her, only letting behind few sprays throughout rooms that will drive you crazy for days on end.
And she is so fucking pretty that it hurts.
"Hey," she tells you softly, with a smile that betrays the fear that she feels as well. Her brown sweater is beautiful; it matches the colors of the crops and grass around you. Hyewon truly looks like the love of your life. "It's okay. I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere yet."
Yet. The word hangs in your mind like a noose. You want to take its rounded syllable ropes and execute yourself with them.
"You look so beautiful, Hyewon," you say, wrapping your arms around her like she does. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too. I love you, too."
You know you sound pathetic, but you go on with it anyway. There is little time left in the hourglass, and each grain of sand counts. "C-can you promise me something?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"P-promise me that you will try to hold on for as long as you can. I—I know it sounds selfish, and it is, but I can't see a life without you, Hyewon. I just can't. I truly think I'll die without you."
Hyewon's eyes are blurred with tears now, just like you. She hates knowing that she can do nothing about you feeling terrible about her dying. She hates knowing that you have felt this way from the moment you knew about her death.
She herself is still not ready for it. She does not know when she will be. Hyewon will always have to look over her shoulder in the afterlife, making sure that you do not follow.
"I promise," she says quietly. She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath, and exhales through her nose. "I promise with all my heart."
-
Kang Hyewon died on December 23rd, 1924. She succumbed to cancer the night before Seungwoon's first exhibition. It can be deduced that Seungwoon called off his exhibition to mourn his wife and have time for himself. He did not set a date for the day on which the exhibition was supposedly postponed to.
After a week, he shot himself in his studio and died alone. In his suicide note, he asked that he be buried next to his wife and his paintings are formally taken by the university. In 1945, the university showcased his paintings—the famous, the lesser known, finished and unfinished—in one of its biggest exhibitions.
It is safe to say that Kang Seungwoon's artwork maintains its provision of inspiration to people today. People now talk about his paintings, love, and his tragic death as a source of reassurance and motivation. His famous quote still makes its rounds today: "There is no sculpture or painting that has lived up to the chef-d'oeuvre of true love."
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