#hui pentagon smut

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Pentagon reaction to you asking to tie a bow around it pt.1

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wanted to start doing fake texts as they are easier to do then writing full fledged fanfics and i’ve been busy with uni and work so please note fake texts are only open for now! i might open small headcanons later on when i get more used to my schedule!

— sunnie

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Hui

Jinho

Hongseok

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Lies Dipped in Rococo

-pairing: hyunggu x reader, huitaek x reader

-genre: angst, smut, rococo au, the progress of love???

-words: 7k words

-warnings: a bit of yelling,

-a/n: This one was in the works for a while. I might release a part two... if it goes well, and maybe separate endings. I just wanted to put something out there. I'm still active I swear!!! Thank you all for support!! >>Masterlist

Rococo is an art style, a lifestyle. Organically shaped and covered in gold and pastel colors. Putting an innocent tone over paintings that aren’t so innocent, for tea rooms where women gossip. The high life of the French. 

You sat in the tea room with the other ladies. You had on your best fake smile. You were the youngest out of all of them. Recently, you married the high priest. It was arranged, of course, but he was quite handsome. His name was Kang Hyunngu. Unlike your husband, you grew up in a noble lifestyle. He climbed his way to the top. 

You hummed at one of the lady’s comments. You weren’t listening to what she was saying. You were staring at the panties around the room. One caught your eye, a picture of naked figures on the sea with putti above them. 

“I see you like the painting I added to my collection.” She smiled at you. Her name was…. You could not seem to remember her first name. But her last name stuck out to you. You were still new to this group. Learning all of their names would take time.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Beaumont. What is the name of the painting?” You gained the attention of the ladies in the room. Most of them didn’t have an eye for art. You knew of some that would have their maids. 

“The Triumph of Venus by Francious Boucher.” She let out a slight smile while sipping her tea. You nodded back to her and let the conversation move elsewhere. 

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The piece stuck with you throughout the day. It could be because of the erotic nature of the painting. She had planned a day to go to the academy to look at the new pieces. You took care of most of the finances in the relationship. It was the only task that you had that wasn’t mundane.  

When you went to his office, he barely looked at you when the two of you were talking about taking over the finances. He replied with one word and pointed at the finance books. You didn’t know him too well at that time. He didn’t know you too well either. 

You picked up the books and looked back at him. He hadn’t looked up from his papers to see you out. It seemed that he did not have even a bit of interest in you. You didn’t talk to him much after you left his office that day. The two of you had never sat down and had a proper conversation. With you, he was reserved and you were the same with him. Neither of you would open up. 

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You had been home since the meeting at the Beaumonts' place. You were going over the spending for the month, what was in savings, and what were the allowances. You were in your own office, like a hermit. Most days you wouldn’t dare to come out ‘til supper. There was no reason to stroll, but now you wanted to explore art galleries. You were looking down at the finance book, how much money should be put away for artwork? How much did it cost to be a patron?

You could send a letter to some ladies, but you know how judgemental they are. You could ask your head maid to do some digging on others. You were reading about the art world, trying to get as much information as possible.

You had been alone for a while when someone entered the room. You didn’t pay it too much attention at first until a shadow had loomed over you. You looked up to meet the eyes of your husband. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this late in my office?” You gave him a smile reaching out your hand. He took it and placed a small kiss. It was a flirty gesture you made at him, but a large smile reciprocated it. 

“I hope you will be this public for our upcoming ball.” You raised your eyebrows at his words. Hyunggu wasn’t a social type of person. 

“A ball? Us? We barely attend others, and you want me to host?” You added a bit of a playful tone in your voice even though the matter was serious. Your fake concern was seen, but not spoken on. Although it was true, you did not attend many balls when the two of you married. People didn’t see you and Hyunngy together outside in public often. This would be a first. “I was hoping for a change. I want to present our name as something grand. I am sure you can handle hosting”

You hummed for a bit. “I can handle hosting and planning, but can you handle all the aristocrats? They can be quite annoying.” No matter how much you wanted to add to a pet name, you held yourself back. He hadn’t gone that far with you, and you wouldn’t with him.

“I can’t wait to see how you pull it together. It is in a month. That should give you enough time.” He gave you one final smile before he left the room. He didn’t prolong the conversation, but you wanted him to. The conversation was a bit longer, and you thought you had kept the mood up. So why didn’t Hyunggu talk to you for just a little while longer? He seriously drove you crazy.

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You were busy the rest of the week trying to design some theme for your home and party. You were still hung up on the artistic style of rococo and decided to go with that as a theme. It was a new and upcoming style. It would make the two of you seem more stylish than you gave off. And you had to budget the whole ball plus the gowns. To you– that was the most important part of the event. It would probably cost more than the catering and cake. 

You knew one thing for certain, you were going to be locked inside your office for the rest of the day. 

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The ball rolled around, and you were exhausted from all the planning. You had your maids help her get ready, the dress, the makeup, the hair. There was a sense of pride when you walked downstairs and saw the array of flowers and colors of pastels. Some of the paintings that you ordered have come and were displayed. 

Your husband walked up to you, “It looks amazing such as you do.” You smiled. You felt flattered. 

“Thank you.” 

You sat on a couch sipping tea while watching your husband converse with others. It was a big party with a large guest list. You thought that you were in over your head inviting people that were of a higher class than you. Especially this one noble family. Their son was best friends with the prince. You didn’t expect them to arrive, but it still was a way to get your name out there. 

Your made rushed to you whispering in your ear that they had arrived. You jolted up, the excitement was too much. You followed the maid to where. You were too stunned to speak just follow. It felt like there was no possible way that this man could be in your house right now. 

You walked up to him, still beaming with excitement. “Nice to meet you, Mr Lee. Thank you for coming to my event tonight.” When you looked up at him you could feel your heart beating faster. He had a sweet puppy-like face and was too handsome. Now you were glad he came to your event. 

“Now that I’ve met you, I can say that I’ve come for a good cause.” He reached out his hand to your own slowly bending down to kiss it without making eye contact. There was heat in your cheeks. “Why don’t you show me around your lovely home?”  There was a look in his eye, something of interest. 

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You showed him around your house, ending up in your private library on a couch. The two of you were laughing. You had to say, he got some good conversation out of you. The more you two drank, the more handsy Hui had gotten. His hands hovering above your own and his eyes rarely broke contact with your own. You sucked in a breath before you took another sip of champagne. It had already been late when Hui arrived at the party, heavens knows what time it is now. 

The two of you were still in deep conversation when your maid slipped into the room looking a bit nervous. She tapped you on the shoulder. “Erm… I just wanted to (warn) tell you that your husband has been looking for you and is headed to the library. Most of the guests have left by now.” 

You brushed it off waving your hand in the air, “It’s probably about the clean-up and what to do next.” You had a smile on your face with a pink tint on your cheeks. It was Hyunggu and he didn’t talk much to you. He only spoke business because, technically, you were part of his business image. 

“Oh dear, does that mean I have to part ways with you already? I thought we were just getting started,” Hui added as he snuck his hand under your own and laid a kiss upon it once more. He had an enamored look in his eyes now like he got a taste of what he was looking for. 

The made to you two was once again a ghost, and nothing else existed but the sound of your voices and the heat between your bodies. The only thing that would break the trance would be two hands on your shoulders. Surprised, you looked behind you to find Hyunggu. “Oh, Dear! You have to meet my new friend. He says my home is lovely and–”

“I'm sure our home is lovely, you designed it after all, but shouldn’t I be the one to talk business with the man, I am the husband.” He didn’t leave much room for you to respond, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You spoke no more. 

“Ah, we should soon. Let’s make a date where I can come over again.” Hui had a smug look that anyone could mistake for liquor. But the way that Hui made a quick glance at you, made your heart skip a beat.

“You’re right. Tonight has already gone too far. I’ll walk you to the door.” Hui stood up and you watched him. Hyunggu had finally lifted his harsh grip from your shoulders. You stood up as well, but the men were already half out of the door. Hui looked back at you and gave you a wink with a soft smile. 

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You had returned to your room undressing, bathing, dressing, and slipping into bed with a book. Hui gave you a recommendation from your library, and you promised to read it. You had walked around the library with Hui before sitting down and talking. Hui was an observer, the way he watched you talk, and the way he examined the room. While the two of you walked around the book collection, he suddenly pulled out a book and gave it to you. You smiled to yourself holding the book to your chest. There was a knock at your door that interrupted your flashback– or shall I say daydream. “Come in.” You said in a soft voice to the person on the other side of the door. 

Hyunggu opened it, only now you were able to see his eyes. Angry, almost, but for a reason that you don’t know. You only turned to him to see who walked into your room, then turned back to your book. 

Your husband bored you and to you, whatever he was going to say would not make it any better, so you went back to your book. You heard him sigh, maybe it was the stress from hosting such a huge party. You flipped the page. 

“Do you have any shame?” Hyunggu said in a slightly irritated voice. It was clear he was trying to hold himself back, but the venom slipped through the cracks. 

“What?” You said now putting your book aside. You looked directly at him. 

“You disappear for half of the night into some secluded room, and you don’t think people will talk. Especially with that man’s ties with the prince?!” There was urgency in Hyunggu’s voice. He ran his hands through his hair. He was still angry, now you looked at him, analyzing him. He hadn’t changed from his attire from the part. He looked like he had been sweaty. You were sure it had been some time since Hyunggu walked Hui out the front door. So what had he been doing since then? 

Either way, he was coming for you, almost accusing you of adultery. Sure, you didn’t like Hyunggu as a husband, but you did have some respect for the man. “So this is about image? Because if it is–”

“It’s not about image it’s about the fact that my WIFE was gone half of the night and I didn’t even have an answer as to where you were. God, I had to ask your maid for an idea. The event went well if people weren’t asking for your appearance half of the damn time.”

“You don’t like me by your side if you mind me reminding you.”

“And when I did seem to find you when everyone else was gone, you were with a man. A man? What do you think about how he thinks of me now? So oblivious that I can allow my wife to slip away? “ He didn’t even hear your statement. He was ignoring you just blabbering on and then he got to the part about Hui’s glances. “He was looking you up and down undressing you with his eyes. In my house! He was thinking of undressing YOU. IN. MY. HOUSE.” 

“Have you been drinking, Hyunggu?” You said without giving too much thought to what was coming out of your mouth. You were starting to become concerned. 

“THATS NOT IMPORTANT.” Hyunggu was pacing around the room now. He was in over his head angry. A part of you was scared. This normally quiet man of your husband was now yelling in your bedroom. 

“I think you need to calm down.” You said with a little more urge in your voice. You were ready for him to leave and didn't know how to calm Hyunggu down. He was still walking back and forth when you got up from your bed walking toward him. You cupped his face, “You need to calm down.” You spoke softly to him, looking into his eyes. “Okay?” He looked back in yours before he ripped his face out of your grasp, and stormed out of the room slamming the doors. 

You didn’t sleep that night, the book acted as a source of comfort.

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You had been avoiding meeting hyunggu ever since the incident in your room. Dinner was the only time that you couldn’t escape from him. Neither of you had spoken either. You avoided eye contact from him, or read your book at the dinner table. 

You awaited Hui’s return, but perhaps he did not mean it when he said he would visit again. You spent your time in your drawing room, embroidering, reading, painting, and anything to pass the time. Going on strolls in the garden behind your house was your new favorite pastime. It felt more and more empty with every day, and you asked for more flowers and asked for more statues. You needed something more than an empty garden.   

You searched for some type of fulfillment for your boredom. You frequented as many teas and balls as you could in hopes of running into Hui again. Especially at balls, since you had met him on your own. It was a new move trying to go to all of the events of the social season since you weren’t that high of a noble. You needed the connections, so you had the ball in the first place, but you didn’t see much of a chance moving up in the ranks. 

You did get the attention of many of the lady’s husbands, which got you somewhere in mentioning your husband. Even though you were not interested in Hyunggu as much, you still had to stick by him. Who else was going to support your endeavors in art? You could think of one person but still could not find him anywhere.

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You were getting ready for another ball you frequented with or without your husband. Sometimes Hyunggu would “tag along” for the connections that were there. This ball in particular, Hyunggu did not fancy it at all. You didn’t hear anything from the staff about him getting ready or wanting to go.

You left your estate feeling free since there wouldn’t be someone’s (hyunggu’s) eyes on you all night. You walked into the ball, the lights were dim creating a sense of ambiance. You wandered about most of the ball. You weren’t much of a dancer, but more of a socialite. 

You were laughing with one of the ladies you usually have tea with when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned yourself around and met Hui’s eyes. You curtsied to him, and he took your hand again to kiss it. His lips left a small fire burning on your hand for the rest of the night. “I have not seen you in so long.” You smiled up at him. You wanted to say that you missed him, but it felt like too much. 

“I am not an easy man to come across.” He had a sly look on his face as if he had won something. He held onto your hand escorting you somewhere more quiet, like before. You could tell he liked his privacy. 

“I can tell, you never called when you say you would.” You remarked in a slightly pouty tone. You would not give him too much, not yet at least. “At this point, you are just... teasing” You looked up into his eyes looking for something, and was met with a soft smile. 

“I did not think even if I were to call, that your husband would accept it. I am glad you felt the same way I have.” His hands lingered on yours, holding them. The two of you were outside in the garden. The sky was clear and full of stars. 

“What feeling do we share?” You asked inching towards him. The moonlight only made him look more dreamy. 

“The feeling of something igniting every time your skin touched. The passion.” His hands holding your upper arm. “That is why you were looking for me again, is it not?”

“You looked down at your own hands, “That is why. I do miss your company and our conversation. Which is why I wish you could visit me in my garden. It is empty, almost like my house. Like my heart when you are not next to me.” 

He tucked a hair behind your ear as an excuse to hold your face. “Then I will meet you in that garden.” He leaned in to kiss you, and it was soft. You leaned more into him grabbing him by his waist, and he grabbed you by yours in return. You smiled into the kiss, as he ran his hands up into your hair. 

He pushed you up against the wall, as the two of you became breathless. His hands were still in your hair tugging at it making the kiss deeper. He pulled away after a few moments trying to catch his breath. “We both can’t continue this here nor today.” Hui was looking down at the ground. His hands were on his hips as he thought of a solution to both of your dilemmas. “I shall have to visit your garden sometime…” Hui said, looking at you with a smile. 

“We should get back to the ball now before we are missed.” You replied and linked your arm with his. The two of you walked back to the ball to enjoy the rest of your night dancing and talking with Hui. You enjoyed his company more than Hyunggu’s. You felt like you had known Hui for an entire lifetime. 

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You spent more and more time in the garden. New flowers were blossoming, and your statues came in. There was one you put on a pedestal– an angel. He looked like he was sitting and had a finger in front of his mouth hushing. Two other statues sat on the ground. They were angels, one hugging the other. You smiled to yourself proud of the way you had decorated the garden, but it was missing something.  The trees around your garden looked overgrown. The biggest tree had a branch that seemed to curl into itself. You couldn’t put to your mind what you were missing just yet. You walked around more of your garden seeing where else you could put statues. You had a thing for putti, the little devious angles that were found everywhere. It was too cute and fitting for Hyunggu’s job. 

You smiled to yourself looking over at your garden one last time. You turned to head back to your estate when your maid ran to you with a letter in her hand. “A.. Letter… from Marquis Lee.” As soon as those words left her mouth you beamed and ran to her to retrieve the letter. Your two dogs barked in the back of her. One was a brown and white cocker spaniel who was perfectly groomed and a Coton de Tulear, who was more energetic. Coco, who was the white puppy, and Ava, who was the brown and white puppy both ran up to you before you could get your hands on the letter. You giggled playing with the puppies, for a moment before making sure to take the letter and shove it into a pocket of your dress for safekeeping. You continued to run around the garden playing fetch with the puppies. 

You had been out there for somewhat of an hour when you felt someone’s eyes on you. You turned around to see Hyunngu leaning on a pole of your veranda. He had a soft smile for a moment before he got caught. He made his way towards you, and you called the dogs to your side as you walked to meet up with him. “Did you need my presence?” You said as you curtseyed a little at him.

“No, but you can say it was missed. You are usually inside.” Hyunggu said as he looked around at your backyard. It had changed since the last time he had been back here. It bloomed with your taste and creativity. He allowed himself to smile, admiring what you did to the place. “I think I know what your garden is missing… I shall order it and have it installed.”

“I already have more statues on the way,” you said. You guessed earlier that the garden missed more statues. Your garden needed a story of itself to tell, and to you, statues would fix that. 

Hyunggu chuckled a little, “No not that. Something else. Exotic, but I think you will enjoy it.” He nodded to himself before looking down at the two pups following you. “Seems that you liked my wedding gifts as well.” He felt proud of himself with that one. 

“I have grown attached to them, yes.” You answered Hyunngu bending down to ruffle Coco’s soft white furr. Dogs were often a gift in marriage as a symbol of loyalty. Given to a woman for the expectation of her loyalty. You knew that and so did he. Coco and Ava were a symbol of what you were meant to be as a woman. Sometimes you loved them but hated them for the reason they were here. “I shall see you at dinner,” you said with a smile and a curtsey to excuse yourself. Once again, you called the dogs after you while heading inside. It was time to read your letter.

And write a new one you would send in secret.

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You almost fell asleep at your desk with all of the drafts you had written to Hui. You wanted to sound smart and eloquent, but you could not seem to get the right tone down. You groaned in frustration, throwing yourself back in your chair. His words were so sweet and rolled off the page like melting wax with a cherry scent. How could you ever match up with that? How could you make him feel like he’d be melting off of a small piece of paper?

In the back of the garden, there lies a pathway leading to a woman with her angel of a child. Next to her is a pedestal of our own, where our love can grow taller than any tree in my garden. We will make the flora around us bloom continuously. 

At the end, you signed your name. You wished to meet him there in that spot, on that same pedestal. You wished to steal another kiss from his soft lips and feel the way he held you. You found yourself with your hands in your hair, soothing it and slightly tugging on it just the way he did. Your hands trailed to your lips, brushing your fingers across them softly. A smile fell upon your lips reminiscing the one kiss you shared with him, that made every fiber of your body burn even a couple of days after. You leaned back in your chair sighing from the satisfaction of your daydream. You stayed like that for moments upon a time, just thinking how it would be if Hui could have courted you. When you were satisfied with the tiny scenarios you opened your eyes. You still needed to seal the letter that sat on your desk. You melted the wax and bored it onto the folded paper before you pressed the wax seal on it. It was your old one– before you were associated with Hyunggu. It was personal and just… you. Just you and him. 

You hid the letter you had written for Hui in between a textbook, for safekeeping. The one he wrote you needed a special place in your room. You could go shopping the next day for boxes, but for now, the best place to keep the letter would be close to you. You crawled into bed, taking the letter with you, sliding into the covers, and sliding the letter under your pillow. 

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You sat at the dining table dressed up ready to go get some more writing supplies along with a box for yourself. Something about it just made you feel so giddy about the idea of getting to exchange letters with Hui back and forth. Even though you prefer to speak to him face-to-face letters would have to do. You wouldn’t want Hyunngu to become as frustrated as he was the night of the ball. Nor would Hyunggu ever let Hui set foot on his property. Letters were still personal, but not as intimate. 

Hyunggu had been acting differently since the night he came into your room. He had been softer in a way, and trying to connect with you more. He would try and match up the time the two of you had meals, he would try to meet you in the library acting as if he needed a book, and the way he came in the garden the day before. The gift he mentioned, you wondered why he would possibly want to get you a gift and what even was the gift. Hyunggu was still three-quarters of a mystery to you. You broke fast talking with your maid about what stores you wanted to visit, and if there was anything new that you had not seen before. 

Hyunggu walked into the room, and you quieted down in front of him. You looked up to see him smiling so early in the morning. He walked up to you to where you were sitting, “I am going to have something being installed today. You are going to be out today, correct?” 

You nodded at him replying, “I am.” You took another bite of your food to postpone talking to him. Hyunggu stared down at you a small smile still on his lips. You looked up at him, there was something more that he wanted to say to you or wanted to do. You noticed the way his fingers twitched at the side of him. “So I suppose you better have it installed before I come home. So I should take my time out today.” 

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You hadn’t checked the garden to see what was installed when you came home, not when you received another letter so fast. The rest of the afternoon was sent in your room drafting yet another letter. The day had gone by so fast that by the time you looked outside your window, it was already late at night and there was no use to go outside. Hui had mentioned how he would come by soon to that pedestal and how your love story would grow. 

There was a knock at your door in the middle of the night. You had called your maid to come retrieve the letter and have it sent off as soon as possible. Hyunggu peered his head through the door before a sound could come out of your mouth. You coughed a bit slipping the letter under other documents and books. You plastered a fake smile on your face sitting with your legs crossed. You were leaning against your desk wearing only a nightgown. Hyunggu let himself in your room, “You never visited the garden today… Did you catch something while you were out in town?” His head tilted to the side as he walked closer towards you. “You did not eat dinner either. I was worried about you.” Hyunggu’s hand fell upon your cheek and traveled to your chin lifting it. 

You cleared your throat once more. “I apologize, when I came home I was feeling too well. I retreated to my room for some rest. I hope you were not offended.” Hyunggu smiled. His hand left your chin and went up to your forehead. His other hand went up to his. 

“You do feel a bit warm. Shall I call our  physician?” You shook your head slightly. You could not be more of a bother to him, nor did you seek his attention. You used to try everything to get him to look at you. You had suspected that this had something to do with Hui. Ever since Hyunggu found you in the library smiling, laughing, and talking with Hui, something inside Hyunggu flipped. Hyunggu visiting you in the middle of the night is rare. He did visit you a few times on the topic of financial matters, but nothing more than business. “Alright,” He replied letting his hands fall to his side. “But you should rest nonetheless, so you can feel better in the morning. I will be there to break your fast with you as well.”  Hyunggu leaned in to kiss your temple before leaving your room. 

You felt stunned by the sudden affection from your husband. You touched the place he kissed on your forehead. You bit your lip and called in your maid to give her the letter. Your sentences were short, telling her to send the letter out and that you would spend the entire day outside tomorrow. When she left you could barely fall asleep drumming your fingers in your chest. Your head played back to the kiss on your forehead from Hyunggu, then to the kiss you shared with Hui in the garden.  

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The next morning felt brighter than the rest. You would find a surprise in the garden, and hopefully have a surprise visit from your so-called lover. The day was quiet and bright with a subtle breeze flowing through an open window. You had eaten with Hyunggu earlier that morning, and you could still not get over how he smiled at you. He held your hand and walked you to the garden that bright morning. 

He showed you the swing, tied by a thick rope into the three. It was gold with a velvet seat. It almost looked like a throne he got only for you. Hyunggu had lifted you from your waist to sit you in the swing. He held his hands in yours gripping the rope and pulling you back on the swing. He pushed the two of you forward. It felt like a moment that could be frozen and displayed for eternity. The way you flew through the air was a different type of magic. The sound of his laughter rang in your ears. He sounded so pure, so childlike. It was different from the way you knew him before. Everything had changed so fast in such little time. You two stayed in that moment that could have been taken out of a fairytale before a butler called him into the house to work on some matters. He caught the swing to slow it down so you could get off. He helped you off, holding your hand and giving it a peck before bidding you adieu. 

A pinch of guilt was felt in your stomach, the feeling that you betrayed Hyunggu. Even though your vows weren’t genuine, they still existed. You strolled through the garden, fingertips grazing the blooming petals around you. The way Hyunggu kissed you by your hand, took you aback to the way Hui kissed your hand. And soon enough, you were thinking of the way he kissed your lips. Flashes of scenes of the past two to three weeks ran through your mind. You sat and thought on a ledge of a wall. You closed your eyes to feel the breeze and the way the sun made parts of your skin tingle and warm. The sun felt like there was a second embrace hugging you and comforting you through your thoughts. The warmth helped with the loneliness that you felt, till the warmth was gone and you were cast in a shadow. 

You opened your eyes slowly, slightly afraid of what your eyes would meet as soon as they were introduced to the outside world. Hui whispered softly, “I know this wasn’t the place we were supposed to meet, but I hope you don’t mind.” You smiled and scooted over patting a seat for Hui to sit.

“I don’t mind at all. I am grateful you saved me from loneliness on this beautiful day.” You laid your head on his shoulder, your smile growing by the seconds. The two of you were deep in the garden of your estate, hidden by the numerous flowers around you. The sweet aroma of the flora filled the two of you with romance. Hui had an arm around you, and his other holding your hand. “I read the book you recommended to me.” You said in a soft whisper.

“Do you think I have good taste?” The arm over your shoulder drew circles on your forearm. The two of you were looking ahead as if there was nowhere else to look, nothing else to do, and nothing more to say. 

“I think we both know the answer to that question”. You laughed a little, letting your eyes crease, relaxing and acting naturally with Hui. You turned your head to look at him and gave him a small peck on his cheek. The creases on the corner of his eyes soon mirrored your own. He leaned down trying to give you a proper kiss. Being playful, you quickly switched out your lips for a flower before running off. You threw the flower to the side once Hui realized what was touching his lips. You were on your feet, running around the garden while Hui sprung off of his seat behind you to chase you. The sounds of your giggles filled the air as Hui continued to catch up with you. He tackled you into a patch of grass, he nuzzled into your neck starting to peck you. Hui attacked you with kisses all over your face and neck while you squealed trying to escape him. 

The rest of the day went by quickly with mostly chatting, soft touches, and short kisses. It was a fever dream, an idea that you could escape your marriage in your magical garden. You had dinner with Hyunggu that night barely looking up to meet his face. There was guilt that beat the smile off of your face. You stared down at your food, watching it slowly get cold. You also couldn’t bring yourself to hold the fork to your mouth, not in his presence. “Was there something I did that was wrong today? I’m sorry that I could not stay outside with you. And because of that interruption, I have some news for you. I will have to leave the estate for some business out of state for a while– I shouldn’t be too long. Three weeks to a month.” You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to say. “I know this is a lot and sudden.”

There was nothing you could think to say to him. Guilt began to fill your mouth, trying to force its way out. “It is, I hope it goes well.” A nice quick reply would do for now. You didn’t mind him being gone when he was barely there initially. Only just recently did he start making an appearance in your life. Still, Hyunggu had the title of your husband, and that was enough to make you feel a bit of guilt. 

.

By the next day, Hyunngu was packed up and gone from the estate. You made the most of the time having the place to yourself. More talks in the garden lead to talks in the library and many things behind closed doors. Carelessness filled your head as you let Hui inside your room, for a break from the sun. Really, it was so that you wouldn’t sweat under the layers of clothing when he touched you. You could be free from worry, and clothing. Hui held your face kissing you with passion he had not shown you before. He had nothing to hide anymore, not his passion for you. You held his shoulders for support as he kissed down to your neck trying to pry open your bodice. You helped him take off your dress, smiling and giggling with him. Hui took care of himself as you got comfortable on the bed. Who knew sex could be so fun when you add a bit of passion and the joy of eating the forbidden fruit? Hui’s lips were on you in an instant, his hand on your thigh soothing it. He made room for himself in between your legs, while his kisses trailed down your body. He worshiped you, every inch of your skin was left on fire after his kisses. When his face reached your heat he looked up at you. Hui’s eyes were glistening by the candlelight. “May I, my dear?”, he asked licking his lips.

“You may,” was all you needed to say before his lips were attached to your clit lapping and kissing like he wasn’t going to be able to do this again. His hands squeezed at your thighs, to keep you from closing in on him. His breath was hot against your cunt, as he gasped for air. You moaned as you felt his tongue enter you. You grasped his hair, whimpering as he sped up this pace. You were so close to your release, holding onto your sheets for dear life as your legs shook. You came with a screech, closing your legs around Hui’s head. He continued to lap up your cum, rubbing his thumb on your inner thigh. Your breathing was heavy as you ran your hand through your hair. 

     Hui detached himself from you, only to kiss you. He was murmuring something you couldn’t hear. You could feel Hui’s hard against your thigh. You helped guide him towards your entrance, needy for what more pleasure he would bring you. He pushed in with a deep kiss on your lips. He was slow at first so you could get used to him. He pulled back to look at you, and you stared at him with all of your combined beauty. You pulled him into a kiss with such passion urging him to quicken his pace. Hui bit at your lip pulling it while he quickened his pace. You could feel him drawing near as he began to let out moans of pleasure. You kissed his neck biting it and sucking at it trying to draw him closer. Hui came with a shaky moan, falling on top of you and leaving small kisses. The rest of the afternoon was a blur. 

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You had been so caught up in your new love affair, that Hyunggu was coming home sooner than expected. The house seemed buzzing, with gossip about the past week and preparations. You tried to control as much of the gossip as you could. It was bad that you only felt guilty after the fact that you had done something. Your maid had come with a letter from Hui, and you rushed to put it in a chest that you kept. This whole ordeal made you nervous, even though you had put yourself in a hole. You barely loved Hyunggu, so what was this sinking feeling in your chest? You waited in your room for Hyunggu to arrive home. You cross-stitched until there was a knock at your bedroom door. You opened it to see Hui smiling back at you looking a bit frantic. You hadn’t read the letter he sent you earlier. Moments later you heard the commotion of unpacking in the house.

[lilyrennifer]

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[pentagonieslut]

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[elfdastiel91]

Guess I should introduce myself :)

Hello I'm Dastiel! I've been a K-Pop fan since 2012. First group I got into was SHINee. Then slowly it became my whole world, I am Korean-American, my mother was born and raised for 6 years in Korea before moving to the US.

I am a multistan, but Super Junior is where my heart lies. They are my ultimate bias group, Leeteuk being my ultimate bias. He is the best freaking leader not only Super Junior could ask for but K-Pop as a whole could ask for. This man has given so much to this industry. And has gone through so much heartbreak and pain and yet still he perseveres. As you can tell I am completely devoted to him so I will not tolerate any hate.

Some of the other groups I am a fan of...(there's a lot ;)) and my bias or biases if i have more than one

SHINee (Minho and Taemin)

Big Bang (Taeyang)

Block B (Taeil)

iKon (Jay and June)

GOT7 (AmeriThaiKong, Mark Tuan, BamBam, and Jackson Wang)

BTS (Kim SeokJin)

EXO (Sehun and Suho)

NCT (mainly 127) (Johnny and Jaehyun)

Seventeen (still trying to get the members correct lol don't know why it is taking me so long!) (Vernon)

Ateez (Jongho)

Twice (Momo)

AESPA (Winter)

Red Velvet (all of them honestly)

BlackPink (Rose)

Stray Kids (Felix)

Wanna One (Daniel)

Monsta X (Hyungwon and I.M)

Pentagon (Jinho, Hui, and Wooseok)

I think that is all for right now, I have a whole list of K-Pop artists I need to get into.

I have been writing K-Pop fanfictions since about summer of 2018. I write mostly dark fanfics but occasionally smut as well. If you want to follow me and read any of my fics here's a link but please be mindful of the tags!

[yuthoe]

Fatigued (PENTAGON: Hui)

after a quick look at my last fic post, i realized that it's been a little more than a year since i last posted any original thing from me lmaooo

i still have an unfinished vampire!wonho fic but i keep getting stuck cuz writing smut is haaaard. so since i have downtime from our workshop i decided to finish this, so i'm sorry if it seems like the ending is rushed. this one is still super tame compared to the others i have mapped out (as far as angst goes, this is not the heaviest one lol) so i hope y'all look out for those

PAIRING: Hui (Lee Hoetaek) x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, general, angst. WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood. WORD COUNT: 1,697.

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Hoetaek closes the door to his apartment quietly, slinging the strap of his crossbody off his shoulder and carefully setting it on the floor of the entryway before toeing off his shoes. In his other hand he holds a rectangular insulated bag, small enough to not be conspicuous, but big enough to fit his refills if they’re packed right.

It’s the first time he’s come home to his apartment in a week, cooped up in his studio composing songs, fixing demos, struggling with lyrics. It was only the notification from his phone reminding him of his appointment at the hospital that got him to get up and fix the clutter around the room.

Now he tiredly carries the insulated bag into the kitchen, propping the fridge door open with his leg and opening the zip of the bag carefully.

The blood bags are carefully packed into the container—enough for around two weeks. Hoetaek doesn't need to feed often (he's gotten a good handle on his thirst throughout the decades), but he still regulates his feeding times so he doesn’t burn through them all in one sitting. Before he holed himself up in the studio, he made a point to stock his body up on nutrients so he didn’t have to bring any bags to clutter up the mini-fridge there.

Hoetaek sighs, blinks hard a few times to clear the daze out of his eyes so he can store the bags properly at the back of the fridge, but giving up quickly. He’s dizzy, sleepy, bone-tired, and frankly a little smelly from working non-stop these past few days. Before he passes out from exhaustion, he decides to just dump the refills onto the only empty space near the front of the fridge. A nice, hot shower and a soak in the bath is in order.

He dumps the now empty bag on the countertop and makes a quick stop to the bedroom to fetch his towel, before heading to the bathroom. Along the way, he taps on his phone with one hand, typing out a quick text to you. 

Hey, honey. I'm back at the apartment. Gonna take a quick shower, but you can come in anytime. 

Hoetaek leaves his phone on the counter top, and inch by inch relaxes as he settles into his bath time routine.

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The bath is steamy when he finishes an hour later, refreshed and ready to take a much-deserved break. He whistles as he pads barefoot to the bedroom to change into the soft and comfy pajamas you gave him recently. When he finally finishes dressing and doing his minimal skincare routine, he steps out to the living area and sees you seated on the small couch.

“Oh, hi, babe! Didn’t hear you come in.” A lie. He heard it loud and clear when his phone buzzed on the counter midway through his shower; heard the quiet thud of the door and the lock fastening on the latch when you came in; heard the shuffling of your feet as you walked around the apartment in your house slippers; heard you rifling through the kitchen and the fridge looking for food or something to make a light meal with because he knows you like cooking for him after he’s had a tough day at work.

Cat’s out of the bag, as far as Hoetaek is concerned—you definitely saw the blood bags in the refrigerator. He is just delaying the inevitable at this point, refusing to acknowledge that he knows about your discovery and the worried and suspicious look on your face as you sit in silence.

“Yeah, I got in around fifteen minutes ago,” you say. He notes the way you twiddle your thumbs in your lap, looking away quickly to make a beeline to the kitchenette. It’s clean, just the way he left it an hour before, with no signs of anyone attempting to cook anything. Hoetaek figures you were too shaken by what you saw and gave up trying to whip something up and pretend everything is fine.

It is with a quiet resignation that he reaches into a cupboard for an opaque mug and rummages in the fridge for a blood bag, keeping his back towards you to hide him unscrewing the stopper and squeezing out the thick liquid into the mug. “Are you hungry? We can get something delivered,” he calls out, drowning out the sloshing sounds of the blood pouring out from the bag. Once he’s filled the mug almost to the rim, he screws the cap back on with practiced ease, licking his fingertips clean before stowing it back in the fridge, just on top of the pile.

Hoetaek hears you stand and pad all the way to the counter separating the kitchen from the living area as he looks for a reusable straw in one of the drawers, plopping it in the mug. “No, I’m good,” you say. The sweet taste of A-positive soaks his tongue as he takes a sip and he sighs in relief. He takes another drag through the straw before turning to face you, that worried look still on your pretty face. “Just…”

Your nails nervously tap on the faux-marble countertop. “Are you okay, Hoetaek? Are you sick or something?”

He holds the cooling mug tightly in both hands, shrugs. “What do you mean?”

You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “I… I saw blood bags. In the fridge.” And then you start rambling. “I was just looking for something to cook for you because I know you’ve been at the studio working the whole week and figured you might want a salad or noodles or something. I didn’t mean to see—they were just there and I thought it was a pile of, I don’t know berry flavored jelly, I guess? But then I flipped one over and realized it’s blood and it had the label and everything, so I freaked out because how did you get that much blood and what are you gonna use all of it for?? Now, I’m concerned and worried and just a little bit freaked out about this whole thing.” Your fingers continued tapping a staccato rhythm as you talked, and finally still when you stop to catch a breath.

The mug almost falls out of Hoetaek’s hands as he regards you with shining eyes. He’d been lying to you, keeping such a big part of himself a secret from you for years. He can tell himself that he did it to protect you, to keep you away from the uglier side of him, but that’s not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is, Hoetaek is just scared; he is scared that you’ll just run off when the truth comes to light and he doesn’t think he can handle that.

The vampire sets the mug down on the counter next to the refrigerator, the contents well out of your sight, before standing in front of you. He lets the marble island between you act as a barrier, even as he takes both your hands in his. His thumbs smooth across your skin, teeth biting at his lip as he tries to find the right words.

“Babe… Thank you for worrying,” he finally starts. “But you didn’t need to. I’m not sick, although I know you get concerned that I’m too pale sometimes, but that’s just because I’m cooped up in the studio a lot.” He chuckles, and sees a corner of your mouth twitch upwards. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been together for almost three years. And considering that I plan to get on your nerves for the foreseeable future, I suppose I need to be straight with you.

“I’m…” He takes a deep breath. “Well, to put it simply, I’m not human. I’m a vampire and I drink blood. I was born in the late 1890s, but I’ve been 30 for around eighty years or so.” He watches your face, looking for any sign of disgust or apprehension in the lines on your forehead. “I know this is a lot, and I’m not expecting you to stay after finding out about all this. If you need a break—from me—I completely understand.”

Hoetaek squeezes your hands and is about to release them, but you tighten your grip.

“You…” Hui’s brows knit as he watches you struggle to find words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies quickly. “Take all the time you need.”

“No, it’s… I’m okay with it, I think?” You keep his hands in yours as you round the corner of the island to stand beside him. “I don’t mind that you’re a vampire, at least. I know I have questions, but I just don’t know how to word them properly, I guess?” The heat of your palms travels up as you drag them along his arms, across his shoulders, and stop to gently hold his cheeks. “I still love you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you say. “I have no reason to stop loving you, Hoetaek.”

He squeezes your hands, knuckles white. “But…,” he whispers, voice breaking. “I’m not like you, I’m not human—I’m different… Does that not scare you?”

You look square in his eyes, searching for something in them, and then you slowly shake your head. “No. You’re you, and as far as I’m concerned, the only different thing here is that you apparently drink blood straight out of the bag. You don’t feel different, you don’t look or sound different. So you’re still my Hoetaek, right?”

Hoetaek thinks he could cry. It never crossed his mind that you would turn him away after baring himself—you have no bad bone in your body. But hearing you say so confidently that you still love him, that he’s still yours… made his long dormant heart almost beat again.

He surges forward and wraps his arms around your waist, buries his nose into your neck. (He is definitely not crying.) “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

Hoetaek feels your head rest against his, your arms embracing him so gently, so carefully. “I love you, too. Always.”

[jayparked]

𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉; 𝒿𝒶𝓎𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝒹

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ basics ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

╰┈➤ name: snail ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

╰┈➤ age: 20 | ‘03

╰┈➤ mbti: infj

╰┈➤ gender/pronouns: female/ she/her

╰┈➤ hobbies: pc collecting, video games, writing, anime, dancing, learning japanese/korean, yearning

╰┈➤ ult groups: enhypen, &team, pentagon, skz, bnd, txt, astro, svt, ateez, tws, riize, zb1, epex, dkb

╰┈➤ biases : jay, k, hui/wooseok, seungmin/changbin, taesan, heuningkai, jinjin/sanha, dk/vernon/the8, wooyoung/yunho, dohoon

╰┈➤ other socials: tiktok ; twitter

╰┈➤ previous url: jaykespo

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ disclaimersˏˋ°•*⁀➷

╰┈➤ minors dni. i will block. i don’t just read smut so if i interact with your work and you're a minor i apologize. the only reason this would happen is if you don’t have your age easily accessible on your blog. feel free to let me know so i can remove the work from my blog and block

╰┈➤ i view smut writing as a form of creative expression and use idols as character holders. the people i write about are characters and nothing more

╰┈➤ im a multi stan and have zero tolerance for any anti's or hatred towards other groups

╰┈➤ if i liked your post that usually means i'm going to read later or add to queue after i dump my thoughts in the tags

╰┈➤ i make statements like 'love of my life', 'my man', 'he's so sexy' etc. if this makes you uncomfortable please block me

╰┈➤ this is a safe space for me to let out my brainrotting thoughts. at the end of the day i know that these are real people and know that they are not objects. idols dont owe me anything i just think it's fun to delve into the delulu world for a lil bit

╰┈➤ zero tolerance for anyone that is: homophobic, racist, whitewashes, thinks idols owe them anything, is actually delulu or koreaboo, puts down smut writers or fic writers in general, anyone who isnt pro palestine, fetishizers, people who overly baby idols, people who write smut for idols 18 and under

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tagsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

╰┈➤ my heavenly: heeseung

╰┈➤ my heart: jay

╰┈➤ my muse: jake

╰┈➤ my thought: sunghoon

╰┈➤ my comfort: sunoo

╰┈➤ my peace: jungwon

╰┈➤ my star: riki

╰┈➤ my happiness: ot7

╰┈➤ queuerdx: queue

╰┈➤ my wolf: k

╰┈➤ my brogyu: beomgyu

╰┈➤ smoots: snail + moots

╰┈➤ snail talk: random thoughts/rambling

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kpop concert list ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

╰┈➤ bts concert 09.06.2018

╰┈➤ ateez concert + hightouch 03.15.2019

╰┈➤ pentagon concert + hightouch 07.10.2019

╰┈➤ tiffany young concert 10.28.2019

╰┈➤ eric nam concert 03.07.2020

╰┈➤ bts virtual concert  10.10.2020

╰┈➤ epik high concert 04.06.2023

╰┈➤ enhypen concert 04.28.2024

[tsubomikrp]

tsubomi is looking for Pentagon's Hui!

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[international-kpopfan]

Pentagon as boyfriends (M)

Summary | Pentagon members as boyfriends including in the bedroom.

Genre | smut.

Warnings | mentions of sex, fingering, nicknames, blowjobs, nipple play, using ropes or blindfolds.

Pairing | none.

WC |

Note | Requested by anon

Masterlist / Request Rules / Upcoming

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Takes you on coffee dates or to your fave restaurant.

Holds your hand whenever he can.

Calls you love, darling, or babe.

Gives you forehead kisses just because he wants to

Wants to let everybody know you are his.

Buys couple - necklaces.

Calls you every free moment he gets

Sending you selfies almost every day, sometimes multiple times.

Now let's move to the bedroom.

Switch.

He is a soft boyfriend, don't try to change my mind.

But in the bedroom, he can totally turn into daddy mode.

Likes to call you names such as babygirl, doll, etc.

Starts off slow, teasing you until he gets impatient himself.

Loves your nipples, can't stay away from them.

Fingers you until you almost orgasm, teases you consistently.

Sometimes fucks you slow, deep, and with self-control.

Until he has enough and fucks you deep, fast, and hard.

Doesn't admit it but he loves it when you scratch his back.

Doesn't give a shit about others when he is alone with you, in the bedroom, or wherever.

Aftercare is soft, he gets cuddly and tries to restrain you from leaving the bed.

Eventually, you cave in.

Busy, always working but still thinking about you kind of boyfriend.

Texts you rather than calling you.

Invites you to the studio, ends up ignoring his work because of you.

And yes this will lead to something, but be patient.

Calls you baby or babe.

Cuddles.

Kisses your nose, sometimes misses and it ends up on your lips.

We all know he does that intentionally.

Now for the studio turning into something else part.

We all know this man is married to his studio.

And kinda married but not married to you.

He wants both.

He loves to tease you when you are present in the studio.

Big tease.

Ends up being teased by you as you sit on his lap.

Loves it when you grind on him.

Makes out with you trying to get each other's clothes off.

His hands are everywhere, ass, boobs, legs, and your neck.

Yes, your neck.

This man loves lightly choking you.

Fucks you slow and sensual when he has the time.

Fucks you on a rapid speed when he has to be fast.

Knowing someone can come in turns him on.

His hands are on your ass while he fucks you.

Aftercare is fast but loving.

What happens in the studio, stays in the studio.

Soft boyfriend.

Loves spoiling you.

Buys you gifts, including watches or a new bag.

Loves it when you wear his clothes.

Holding hands, arm around your shoulder.

spontaneous trips.

Kissing your lips.

Cooking together.

Ending up in a mess, so it also will be cleaned together.

Gym together.

And that is where it happens or the bedroom but what is more exciting?

Hongseok loves it when you wear your gym clothes.

Loves the tight yoga pants.

Has his eyes focused on different things than his routine.

The dressing room is often the place.

Only when you guys are alone, otherwise he has to wait.

He teases you by fingering you, pinching your nipples, and softly biting the flesh in your neck.

Marks, that's all I'm going to say.

Calls you babygirl.

Loses it when you give him a blowjob in the showers.

Has his hands in your hair.

It's either being fucked against the wall, on one of the benches, or in the showers.

Sometimes you have to urge him to let go of his fear of hurting you.

So you bite his lip.

Always looks at you while fucking you.

Sweetest boyfriend.

Very straightforward.

Nightly talks with each other.

Back hugs.

Kisses your temple or forehead.

Takes you to your fave restaurant or place in Seoul.

Invites you to his radio show.

When you wear his clothes, it's over.

He will never get used to you wearing one of his shirts.

It ends up just under your ass.

And you are wearing the same shirt to his show, pairing it with jeans.

He rather cancels the show and takes you home.

But he controls himself.

Once you are home you take off the jeans and you walk around in his shirt.

He grabs you by the arms, backing you up against the wall.

Let's his hands wander around your upper thigh, brushing his fingers over your panties.

TEASE.

Hoist you up, your legs around his waist.

Urges you to grind against him.

Makes you orgasm at least two times with just his fingers.

Already hard from just looking at you.

Fucks you against the wall, with the shirt on.

Alternates between fast and slow thrusts just to tease you.

Can go on for several hours.

Let's you come first, always.

Aftercare is sweet, caring, and filled with hugs and kisses on the couch.

Softy when it comes to being your boyfriend.

Loves to protect you.

Is your personal driver.

When he is free, he always visits you or asks if you can come to the dorm.

He cuddles you when the members are not around, but when they are he is hesitant.

Loves you smile.

Compliments you about it a few times a day.

After work, he ends up knocking at your door.

It so happens that you both had the intention to sleep.

Because you didn't have much sleep the last few days.

But once he walked through that door, it was decided that sleep was something to worry about later.

He takes off his clothes before taking them off your body.

Lays you down on your bed, making sure you are comfortable.

Teases you with his fingers.

From your nipples to your clit.

He touches them for a few seconds, making you whimper.

Using his tongue to make you scream.

A heated make-out session causes him to not wasted any time.

He fingers you while you jerk him off.

He wraps your legs around his waist before sliding in.

Starting at a fast pace.

Actually keeping that pace the entire time.

Pinching your nipples is a habit of him during sex.

Placing your feet against his chest, urging him to go deeper.

You orgasm at least twice.

Aftercare is soft, filled with kisses on your forehead and lips.

Hugs for days

Kisses your cheeks occasionally.

Monthly movie nights at the dorm.

Compliments you during the day at least five times.

Loves to hold you in his arms.

LOOK AT THOSE ARMS.

Imagine what those arms can do.

In the bedroom.

In bed.

Or any other place.

The sex is sensual.

He loves to take his time with you.

Rather makes love to you for three hours than fuck you for twenty minutes.

Holds you in his arms while thrusting into you.

He picks you up to change to whatever position.

Making out.

Hides his head in your neck, planting soft kisses in your neck.

Moans softly in your ear as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Using his fingers to stimulate you.

Loves your nipples.

Licks and sucks at them while keeping the same pace.

Does everything for you to make you comfortable.

Your moans are what keeps him going.

After care is filled with soft giggles and cuddling.

Eventually you guys end up showering together, including a round two.

Takes you on trips to Japan.

Loves to hug you, any time.

When you have your hair in a ponytail he loves to kiss the back of your neck.

Wearing his clothes.

Cooking together.

In bed he can have two different moods:

Sometimes ends up being dominant.

Loves blowjobs.

Especially when you are tied up.

Likes to experiment with ropes.

Fucks you hard while you are restrained.

Whispers in your ear with his deep voice.

Doesnt slows down.

Teases you with his fingers.

Loves to tease your nipples and clit.

Makes you orgasm multiple times.

Edging you is something that happens without too much thinking.

But he can also be the softest boyfriend ever.

Makes love to you.

Thrusts softly and slowly while kissing you.

Caresses your body with his hands.

Ending up at your hips.

He takes care of your orgasm first.

Aftercare is filled with hugs, staying under the blankets before both taking a shower.

Stylist boyfriend.

Fashion dates.

Likes to style your outfits.

You go shopping together.

Or shopping on the Ipad while laying in each other's arms on the couch.

Loves to hold your hand, never letting go.

Calls you baby or babe, sometimes even baby girl.

Likes to spend his days with you.

Also in bed.

Loves lazy sex.

Wakes up in the morning, noticing you laying there with just a t-shirt of his.

Grabs your body in his arms, your ass against his dick.

You wake up from him kissing your arms, shoulder, and neck.

He doesn't have to say anything, knowing that you got on his plan the second you woke up.

Raspy morning voice.

Grabs your face and kisses you while his fingers work their magic on your clit.

After a while he slides in, moving slowly as you both love the feeling of slow lazy sex.

He can be dominant.

So sometimes he switches and it goes from soft lazy morning sex to getting fucked into the mattress.

Likes to experiment, of course with your consent.

Ropes, cuffs, and blindfolds are the things he wants to try first.

Cuddles you after, cleans up the mess and joins you back in bed for probably a second round after some sleep.

Soft boy.

Can act innocent but we all know he is not.

Loves it when you hide in his chest, mostly when you are hugging him.

Hand holding, size kink coming out.

Forehead kisses.

He brings you coffee or lunch at work when he has time.

Netflix dates.

Sometimes it ends up in you both falling asleep on the couch, and sometimes in what we all know as Netflix and Chill.

Especially when it is a romance movie.

He doesn't like it but never complains when it turns into something else.

Size kink.

He loves it when he hovers over you.

Is soft the entire time.

Takes his time with you.

Fingers you adding a finger every time he feels you clenching around them.

Still soft with you, afraid to break or hurt you.

You sometimes have to encourage him to let himself go.

Soft sex turns eventually into rough sex.

Thrusts into you changing his pace every minute.

Holds his hands next to your head.

Kisses you on your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips, lingering a little while above them before capturing them in a heated kiss.

Wraps his lips around your nipples as he thrusts into you.

Rather has you orgasmed five times instead of him.

Changes position at least two times.

Loves to fuck you in doggy style.

Makes sure he never hurts you.

Clingy as you both lay down.

He doesn't leave you until he has to go pee.

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Pentagon Headcanon - Overstimulation

❧ Anon asked: overstimulation hc with pentagon please? love your work!

❧ A/N: wasn’t sure if you meant them overstimulating or them being overstimulated so I did both

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Jinho

Giving

♡ Loves to overstimulate you. It’s more of a punishment in his mind even if you really enjoy it. Loves seeing you get a bit weepy from all the pleasure

Receiving

♡ Moves a lot. It’s mostly just a reflex but partly because he can’t stand the immense amount of pleasure. 

Hui

Giving

♡ Praises you so much. Doesn’t overstimulate too much in case he accidentally hurts you or makes you feel not so good.  

Receiving 

♡ Quite whiny. Will get a bit teary-eyed if you overstimulate him too much. He always acts like he doesn’t like it until you actually do it (secretly loves it)

Hongseok

Giving

♡ Loves to watch you squirm beneath him as he gives you so much pleasure. Pushes your limits a bit but will stop the instant you start to feel uncomfortable  

Receiving 

♡ Lots of groans and grunts. May seem like he’s not enjoying it but actually really does. Pushes his own limits

Shinwon

Giving

♡ Doesn’t give very frequently. You’d really need to convince him you’ll enjoy it a lot. Worried he’ll make you feel uncomfortable 

Receiving

♡ Very squirmy but somewhat quiet. Grips onto the bed pretty hard or covers his mouth. Might I recommend tying him down or tying his wrists together

Yeo One

Giving

♡ Very sweet and gentle with you. Never gives you more than you can handle. Praises you so so much. Knows just when to stop

Receiving

♡ Very vocal. Talks quite a bit but also praises you. Says how much he enjoys this. Really does enjoy overstimulation

Yanan

Giving

♡ Doesn’t give. Too nervous. Worried he’ll go too far or make you uncomfortable. Won’t even risk it even if you assure him it’ll be ok

Receiving

♡ babie...very whiny. Bucks his hips up into your touch. Likes it for a certain amount of time. Can’t go for very long

Yuto

Giving

♡ Prefers orgasm denial but will overstimulate on occasion. Lightly teases you for how much you’re enjoying all the pleasure he’s giving you

Receiving

♡ Very much enjoys it. Wants to push himself every time you overstimulate him so you’ll need to learn when to stop cause he won’t tell you

Kino

Giving

♡ Doesn’t give very frequently. Does enjoy how cute you look when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure 

Receiving

♡ Very whiny and wriggly. Will get teary from all the pleasure you give him. Completely melts under your control and will let you do whatever to him

Wooseok

Giving

♡ Sometimes ruthless but sometimes soft. Loves to see the look on your face after multiple orgasms. Really relishes that fucked out expression you wear

Receiving

♡ Doesn’t make much noise. Quite expressive though. Likes it but doesn’t want to do it a lot. Prefers to keep it as an occasional thing

[oraclekleo]

[Idols After Dark] Lee Hoe Taek (Pentagon)

You can see this as a reversed version of usual appreciation post where fans describe all the good and positive sites of their favourite idols. However, nobody in the world is perfect, am I right? And according to famous psychologist Carl Gustav Jung we should accept, embrace and bring to light all our negative and dark sites as well because they only become dangerous for us if they stay hidden within our souls. And to honour this great man I decided to bring to the light some of the more negative aspects of Hui's personality to appreciate them in a way.

Are you excited? Are you curious? Are you outraged because Hui has no flaws at all? Let's see!

Disclaimer: I have never met Hui personally, I don't know him in any other way than what is publicly known about him and probably even less because I'm constantly busy and I didn't read everything about him. This whole post is based on my pure speculation, it was made for entertainment purposes and I have to put it clear it has nothing to do with a real Lee Hoe Taek as a person. It's all just a mere fiction, please don't take any of it seriously. You have every right to disagree with anything written in this text and I welcome all kinds of constructive and respectful criticism, please feel free to express your opinions in the comments. All I ask is to keep it civil and decent. I thank all of you in advance!

Idols After Dark Master Post

The Dark Side of Hui (Pentagon)

Lee Hoe Taek is a highly respected leader of Pentagon, lyricist and producer who restlessly works on many projects at once and he might seem perfect at first sight but is that so? 

Hoe Taek is a perfectionist which is a well-known fact about him, no surprise there. Such quality is surely an asset in his job but can be tricky when dealing with others, especially if people around him don't share his point of view. Hoe Taek might seem even pedantic sometimes, focused on details. When he concentrates on something there's no way you could disturb him. You could be on fire and he would be sitting there with his headphones on and composing another hit completely oblivious about his surroundings. He is willing to spend hours on one particular detail till he finds it perfect. 

Hoe Taek will always look neat and will always be clean. He notices filth and bad taste very easily and as much as he's strict with himself he will spot flaws and imperfections on others, too. He is the kind of person standing in the crowd with eyes sliding from person to person and noticing every single crime against fashion, hygiene or a good taste. He spots invisible specks, he will search for needles in the carpet. You can try to hide any kind of imperfection from him but he will spot that part of the shirt you didn't iron properly, the shoe laces not tied tightly enough, the one tiny pimple you thought is hidden by your earlobe, you can't fool Hoe Taek for a second. 

Hoe Taek likes to keep his home in perfect shape, neat, clean, tidy. Any kind of mess or clutter around will make him nervous and annoying. He will be the one categorically insisting on a proper duties schedule and god have mercy on your soul if you forget it was your turn to take out the garbage / wash the dishes / do the laundry. He will let you know how you disappointed him. 

Hoe Taek is not the one to show much emotion, he is a practical kind of guy and prefers a sensible approach to things. He doesn't like people making theatrical scenes. However if he feels pushed into something he's not comfortable with... Better brace yourself because an Oscar winning scene will take place. He will go from calm and sensible person to award winning prima donna in a second. 

Hoe Taek is not money oriented despite loving his work. The money is not the thing that makes him happy. He can be very generous with it and will be the one to always help out to anyone of his friends. However, spoiling isn't his thing. Be sure he will keep you under check and won't just give pointlessly. He is a caring person but he can't be abused or fooled in any way. He doesn't have much mercy on people who he considers to be responsible for their own misfortune. He might seem harsh or cruel in this matter sometimes. 

As for Hoe Taek's relationships he seeks loyalty and devotion. He doesn't like to be played around, he admires honesty and purity. Hoe Taek is likely the one to get along with anyone but there's a lot on his mind about the people around him. He is mentally judging them on every step and he won't open up to just anybody. 

All in all Lee Hoe Taek is a perfectionist with strong will and steady points of view and x-ray vision to detect flaws.

Once again, this is something I have written in 2020. I don't have new dark sides for now but because you liked the Yunho one, I thought I could share Hui as well.

Thank you for reading!

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[astralsweetness]

this is a gentle ask for Hui in deep subspace, bonus points for tears and maybe even moving into aftercare?

I almost apologized for how short this was before remembering it was a drabble.... still, I'm sorry :( I get so nervous when writing Hui nowadays bcs people used to say I wrote him well lol Warnings: subspace (selective mutism), tears

He's shaking, face flushed and eyes glassy, looking at nothing. Tears litter his cheeks, make insistent tracks down his face and collect in his collarbones. You taste them on your tongue as you kiss reverently at his face, run your fingers through his hair before letting them dance a light slide across Hui’s jawline, thumb caressing his cheek, smoothing underneath his eye and across the bridge of his nose.

"I'm here, Hwitaek. What do you need?"

Sometimes he doesn't say anything in response, just looks at you with a wide, open gaze - this is one of those times, his lips parting and then shutting like the words were stolen from him before he could utter them. You can see the steadily mounting fear in his eyes, the discomfort at being cognizant but either not knowing how to verbalize how he felt or not being able to.

"Sweetheart -" You're quick to interject, draw his attention back to you. "I'm going to go get you something to drink, and when I get back we can start cleaning you up. Because, honestly Hwitaek, you are a beautiful mess right now. Is that alright?"

He flushes at your comment but nods (and it's not like you were lying either, his body is a mess of sweat and lubricant and cum, now with tears added into the mix.)

It takes you less than a minute but he reaches for you the instant you enter the room again, pulls you against him and completely disregards the glass in your hand. You laugh softly and allow him as much skin to skin contact as he wants, dropping a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm back now. You're safe, and so loved. You know that, right?"

You're not expecting anything other than a head nod, but he murmurs the softest "yes" against your side, one word filled with infinite trust.

[sunflowersoonyoung]

sugar & spice | dk & hui

w.c ↠ 5.8k

pairing/s ↠ dk x fem!reader, hui x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ supernatural au!, incubus!hui, incubus!dk, smut, dom!hui, dom!dk, threesome, oral, throat fucking, size kink, multiple creampies, hard dom themes, hair pulling, a tiny bit of degradation and choking, lots of dirty talk

description ↠ during the day, women flock to restaurant Sugar & Spice as if hypnotised. during the night, those whom attracted attention from the staff members arrive with bright red invitations, and the friendly customer service staff reveal ulterior motives.

warning/s ↠ a bunch of girls are hypnotised, some occasional spooky vibes (I mean they are demons), sexual themes, rough sex, lots of cursing

a/n ↠ omgggg so this was a bit of a passion project that ended up accidentally being a decently long fic, these two actually match well in my opinion because they both have dazzling smiles (and power vocals)! two of my favourite smiles in the industry ;-; Jesus this is hot I have no words, just enjoy it lovelies eheh

requested by anon

It was approximately lunchtime when Miyeon arrived at the front door of your apartment, dressed with far more effort than you had expected, a blouse and a pleated skirt.

“Am I going to be a third wheel today? Are we meeting your boyfriend or something?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You glanced down at your outfit, feeling significantly underdressed in comparison.

Miyeon was your closest friend, and you immensely enjoyed hanging out with her. Men regularly approached her when you went out with her due to her graceful conduct and pretty features. However, she always turned them down coolly and effortlessly.

To watch it was endless entertainment.

When you had chosen that particular statement to tease her with, it was mostly flippancy. You did not expect the shy smile that painted her pearly lips.

“Actually, I think you should dress up too, (F/n). I’ll help you pick something.”

You did not dress up often - not even to events that called for it. Ever since your childhood romance had tragically broken up with you, your heart had been arid and unenthusiastic. You were no longer fond of attention.

“What sort of place are you taking me, Miyeon? Why do I have to dress up for it?” You inquired as you searched through your wardrobe with her at your side.

“It won’t entirely make sense until we get there,” she answered, chewing the corner of her lip nervously, “but, it’s like…have you ever heard of those butler cafes in Japan?”

You nodded. Of course, you had; they were fairly infamous.

“It’s sort of like that, but it’s far more intimate. The staff smile at you with these warm smiles, as if they like you.” She sounded almost dreamy as she described it.

“Are you sure you weren’t tipsy?” You asked, a question intended to be a joke.

But Miyeon looked at you, her expression wavering with anxiety and desperation as if she were pining for someone. That overwhelming desire to see someone once more. Someone had a firm hold on her, something you had never seen before.

You decided to change the topic because her response had suddenly made you nervous.

“I won’t look nearly as cute as you do, Miyeon,” you pouted, that smell of old clothes wafting into the room. You had left most of your wardrobe untouched for over a year.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, (F/n),” she smiled warmly, “you’re pretty. You just don’t show it off.”

Together you both selected a dress, a stretch of sky blue, flowy fabric adorned with soft yellow dandelions. It reminded you of the summer. Today, however, it was being worn for only a mildly warm spring afternoon.

You had to steel yourself before leaving the house, because you had not dressed up for so long that it made you a tad insecure.

You both drove in silence for a while because it seemed your companion did not want to talk. Every time you glanced towards her, her face was twisted with nervousness. You decided you did not want to delve into that emotion.

“How’s the food at this place?” You inquired finally, instead of the countless questions that were heavy on your tongue.

“I don’t really remember,” Miyeon’s words were almost a whisper, “good, I think.”

You could not even laugh. There was something ominous about her response. Your usually composed best friend had transformed into someone else. Someone who was clasping the wheel with white knuckles, the speedometer a few ticks above the speed limit.

After a half-hour drive to the neighbouring town, you arrived at a restaurant in a secluded spot, somewhere you would never have guessed to check for a site to dine.

The exterior of the building was painted entirely black, as if in an attempt to disguise it. Dark green vines were crawling up the sides. White neon lettering was set above the front door, unlit but still bold against the dark paint. They read ‘Sugar & Spice’.

The car park was mostly full, and their customers seemed to be made up entirely of women.

Miyeon lingered in the driver’s seat for a moment, a slow, shuddering breath rising in her chest. And then she turned her head to you, abruptly filled with glee.

“Let’s go,” she said.

You walked together through the car park, weaving between cars. Miyeon led the way inside the restaurant, and you inhaled a short gasp upon following her.

In contrast to the warm heat of the sunlight outside, inside the building was a comforting coolness that brushed against your skin.

The floor was a black and red painted wood tiling, varnished till it glistened. The tables were dark black wood with red tablecloths. Everything was in shades of black and red, fitting together in a way that was not overwhelming to the eyes.

From the perfectly crimson roses in white vases, to the thin veils of curtaining that bled pale light into the room, to finally the glittery chandelier that hung above everyone’s heads, scattering golden stars across every surface beneath it - it must have taken a stroke of interior design ingenuity because it seemed beautiful in a way that resembled a dream.

And then there were the waiters.

No matter which one you looked at, you seemed to discover a beautiful man each time. They wore these maroon vests, these crisp dress shirts and dark ties, and you flushed as your interest zeroed in on their tight black pants that seemed to cling to the flesh of their thighs.

One of the waiters approached you upon catching sight of you and Miyeon idling near the front.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” he greeted, flashing you a dazzlingly bright smile. The golden nametag pinned on the breast of his vest read ‘Seokmin’ in cursive. His inky hair was gelled neatly, revealing his forehead.

You had almost entirely lost Miyeon to the strange hazy atmosphere, and so you took over.

“Good afternoon. Do you have a table available for two?” You asked.

“Certainly, honey,” Seokmin replied softly, and you could not help but flush; that nickname was far too flirtatious, “this way.”

You trailed him by a few metres as he took you both through the lines of tables. He collected a pair of menus on his way through, tucking them beneath his arm.

Miyeon sat opposite you dazedly, her attention elsewhere. You realised she was staring pointedly at another waiter serving a different table.

“I’ll be taking care of you both,” Seokmin began, and when you turned to meet his gaze, he winked at you, “raise your hand when you’re ready to order, and I’ll be right over. Is there anything else I can get you in the meantime?”

You now understood Miyeon’s vague description perfectly. Seokmin maintained eye contact with you as he spoke, and you felt as if the general murmur of conversation began to fade away.

Everyone else disappeared from your periphery; only Seokmin was there. You bit your bottom lip hard, and his hold over you shattered. The room around you swayed and then came back into focus.

“Um, just a jug of water, please,” you answered thinly, and Seokmin disappeared within moments. You patted the tablecloth in front of Miyeon, and she jolted back to attention.

“S-Sorry,” she stammered, “what is it?”

“This place is weird, Miyeon-ah,” you said, unnerve coiling around your vocal cords and making your words sound tight, “these waiters are abnormal.”

Goosebumps emerged as the sensation of eyes on you grew loud. You turned in your seat sharply, but there was no one.

“I know, isn’t it exciting?” Miyeon’s smile was far too sweet, “But is abnormal the right word? I think you mean that they’re supernaturally beautiful.”

“No,” you frowned, “it’s abnormal. Can we just get a couple of drinks and then leave?”

In comparison to your frown, Miyeon’s was of irritation and a flash of anger, like lightning. Her tone was almost aggressive as she argued with you.

“No, we drove half an hour to get here.”

You had never known her to speak so sharply before. Then, finally, it dawned on you that something had come across her, like an enchantment or perhaps a spell.

And then you looked more closely at the other patrons. In the few moments that you observed the room, you saw multiple girls knock their drinks, spill their food on their shirts, dropping their cutlery.

You remained quiet about it, feeling nerves prickle on your skin.

Deciding you did not want to pay any more attention to Miyeon because the sight of your possessed best friend was frightening, you kept your attention on the rest of the building. In the shadows at the edge of the room, you saw Seokmin and another male.

They were transparent, difficult to discern as if they were blending into the dark walls, but you could just see them by squinting. It seemed as if they were arguing about something, their expressions fierce and their conversation hushed.

Suddenly, their heads both turned towards you as if they could feel your attention. Seokmin’s face was cold and severe, something far more unnerving than the strange hold he had had on your earlier.

You jerked your head down to your hands to break away from him, realising you had taken fistfuls of the red tablecloths. By the time you looked back up, Seokmin was right beside your table with a jug of water.

That bright smile was back on his features, but it no longer felt genuine and charming. You looked desperately to Miyeon for help, to no avail. She was still observing that other waiter.

“You were watching us?” Seokmin’s lips were close to your ears as he crouched beside you, his breath sending shockwaves of electricity across your cheek.

“I-I didn’t see much,” you stammered, but he simply tutted in response, “but you saw us, right?”

You could not even add anything else, words trapped in your throat. You only nodded curtly.

Seokmin scoffed, “I guess he was right.”

And then he reverted to his original appearance, that warm and flirtatious waiter you had first met, although now you knew it was just a facade. You had seen his true colours, and they were shades of black and grey.

“Have you decided on anything?” Seokmin asked.

Your head was still spinning as you answered, “just an iced coffee, please.” You did not feel like eating.

Miyeon ordered pork cutlet ramen. As you watched her eat slowly, swallowing spoonfuls of broth, sweat began to gather in the crooks of your body.

You spent the entire meal on edge. Repeatedly, you felt the burn of eyes on the back of your neck or the side of your face. Occasionally, you caught two dark irises peering at you from the edge of your periphery, but when you looked directly at them, they would be gone. You tapped your foot impatiently, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

It was not entirely a bad or uncomfortable sensation. It was just different, like a cold shower. But once you grew accustomed to the stream of cold water, it was pleasant. Perhaps you had missed the attention after all.

Finally, you managed to uncover the owner of the searing eyes. It was not Seokmin, whom you had been expecting, but another staff member, the same one that had been arguing with Seokmin earlier.

He was just as beautiful, with thick lips and raven hair that trailed past his ears. His smile was also just as gorgeous. You swallowed beneath his attention.

The stranger wore an outfit that differed slightly from the others. Everything was the same, except for a golden sash around his waist. As you wondered why it was different, he ducked behind the bar, and it struck you that he was a bartender.

And then finally, Miyeon finished her meal, and she had no more excuses to remain there, so you dragged her back to the car.

Upon sitting in the driver’s seat, Miyeon burst into uncontrollable tears, burying her face in her hands.

“M-Miyeon, what’s wrong?”

“H-He served someone else. I can’t believe she served someone else,” she sobbed.

You could only stare at her in disbelief, truly disturbed.

Once she had collected herself, she drove you home in silence with tear-stained cheeks. Though you had been shaken up by your experience that afternoon, you were also impossibly inquisitive.

That evening, Miyeon sent you a text.

I don’t know why I acted like that, I’m sorry. I was being irrational. It was like I was in a dream.

You only responded that you understood because you did, sort of, but you also did not. Because you would never truly understand what had unfolded before you hours earlier.

As it became a well-worn thought in your mind, you began to want to return to Sugar & Spice. You had so many questions.

Why do all these girls flock to that restaurant? Why did they all look as if they had been hypnotised?

As if reading your mind, you received a letter that following Monday.

It came in an inky black envelope, emboldened against the usual white paper ones. You turned it onto its back, and it had been engraved with your name in golden lettering, Miss (F/n) (L/n).

You tore it open and withdrew a piece of folded scarlet paper from within. It had only a few paragraphs written on it, which read:

Dear Miss (L/n),

You are invited to attend the Sugar & Spice Twilight Gathering,

We hope to see you at 9 pm next Sunday in your best formalwear,

Sincerely,

The Staff at Sugar & Spice.

You spent the following week treasuring the letter, rereading it and keeping it tucked away in your pocket to savour. Skimming the words made your heart flutter every time.

You did not know how they knew where to send it or what your name was, but you could ask that alongside your previously devised questions. It was yet another supernatural thing to come from that restaurant.

During your time simultaneously panicked and excited over the invitation, you pored through your old dresses. You were pleasantly surprised to discover a black dress that Miyeon had once insisted you buy, with lace trim on the short sleeves.

It was easy enough to find shoes to match - half of your formal shoes were black.

On the night of the gathering, you paced around your apartment fully dressed an hour before you were supposed to leave. Your muscles were rigid with anxiety and a twinge of fear. You even briefly toyed with the thought of not attending.

What if you became entranced like Miyeon and the rest of the patrons had been? Would they all turn their attention to you and drag you in?

A low curiosity hummed inside you, constantly pulsing within you. It drove you to attend just to relieve it.

And so, you ended up in your car, retracing the drive to the Sugar & Spice restaurant.

Upon arrival, you discovered an empty car park. The neon sign above the entrance was now lit up, glowing a muffled white light. It felt ominous.

As you got out of the car and began to walk, you could have sworn that the shadows around you were moving, flitting across the corners of your vision. Now you wanted to get back in the car and drive home, your heart throbbing out of fear.

But instead, you entered the building, leaving behind that strange car park.

The room inside was drenched in golden light and a gentle warmth that made you feel immediately safer. However, it also lacked the people you had assumed would be inside.

It had the appearance that it was closed. Everything had been neatened and cleaned, chairs stacked, and dishes put back in their places. But the light was on, and the front door unlocked, so it could not be closed.

Right?

You scanned the room idly, beginning to suspect the letter to be a trick.

“You look lovely,” a voice spoke directly against your ear, breathing a cloud of hot air against your skin. You flinched and stumbled away.

It was that bartender you had observed the last time you were here. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. His eyes crinkled as he smiled, a gentle and kind expression. You could not help but stare at his petal-shaped lips. His nametag read ‘Hoetaek’. By the time you finished examining him, his face was shining in amusement.

“Thank goodness. I thought I was here alone. Are…aren’t there any other people? I thought this was a ‘gathering’,” you commented, gesturing to the empty room.

“Oh, there are other people here,” Hoetaek replied with a mischievous lilt.

Seokmin seemed to materialise out of nowhere. You were beyond being suspicious at this point, however.

“I was the one that invited her, Hyung,” he said, pacing towards you both.

“There are no rules,” Hoetaek retorted. Suddenly the air became hot and heavy, clinging to your frame.

Hoetaek’s arm drew around your waist and pulled you against him, his hand on your hip.

“We can share,” he hummed, “can’t we?”

Seokmin furrowed his brow in irritation, “you’re ridiculous. She’s mine.”

“Well, you should have gotten here first. She was up for grabs the moment she stepped through the door. I’m not going anywhere, so you’ll have to share,” Hoetaek responded firmly.

For a moment they were both silent, having a wordless standoff as they stared at each other. Finally, you slipped out of Hoetaek’s arm, frowning.

“I wish you would both stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

You blinked, and Hoetaek’s face was dangerously close to yours; his body craned because you were shorter than him. You could feel his breath skimming against your lips, see the darkness swirling beneath his soft and playful facade.

“On the contrary, we’re speaking like that because you’re here, sweetness.”

Suddenly your legs felt unsteady. Hoetaek seemed to sense that because his arms curled around your back to hold you. And then, abruptly and unpredictably, he kissed you. It was only a curt kiss, but it was enough to spread a blush from your neck to your face. Hoetaek grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

“I-I…what was that?” You spluttered, the only words you could manage.

“He’s teasing you,” Seokmin’s light voice came from behind you. He had caged you in against Hoetaek.”

“So you’re in?” Hoetaek asked Seokmin, looking at him over your shoulder. In response, the latter wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling your ass flush against his hips. You melted against him, impulsively deciding to give in to whatever their plans were.

“We’re going to show you someplace special,” Seokmin hummed lowly, “but once you go in there, you can’t walk back out until we’re done with you.”

Although your throat was dry and your body was taut with nerves, you were so fucking horny for them. Ever since you had felt the warmth of their hands radiating through your clothing, you had lost all inhibitions. It was as if their touch was magic.

“Show me,” you replied.

Seokmin flashed that thousand-watt smile at you and then at Hoetaek, who reflected at him his own bright, toothy grin.

“Let’s go, then, honey,” Seokmin said, and they interlaced their fingers with each of your hands, tugging you forwards.

There was a maze of corridors in the restaurant’s back, seemingly stretching endlessly past what was possible for a building of this size. There was a pitch-black door at every turn with golden doorknobs.

Hoetaek and Seokmin were arguing about something again, but you could not discern their words. Arousal was buzzing against your ears, blocking them out.

They seemed to come to an agreement, stopping in front of one of the doors. Hoetaek opened it, leading the three of you inside.

A wall of flowery perfume washed over you, fogging your already cloudy mind. Inside was a beautiful, plush bedroom, matching the general theme of inky blacks and vibrant reds.

There was a velvety crimson sofa, a black duvet on top of a wide queen-sized bed, and a single, flawless rose perched in a delicate base. You sensed that the rose was the source of the fragrant scent that was so dizzyingly strong.

You were light-headed, so you swiftly moved to the couch to ground yourself. You blinked, and Seokmin had stolen the remaining space beside you, leaving Hoetaek to frown.

“Don’t make that face, bartender,” Seokmin was grinning, “why don’t you get us a drink~?”

Hoetaek examined you both for a brief moment and then replied, “if I leave right now, I’ll miss out on all the action.”

Seokmin’s fingers ghosted over the wispy strands of hair against your temple.

“I suppose by now you’ve figured out what we’re after, haven’t you, honey?”

You had not precisely thought it, but you had sensed it. That feeling as if they were going to devour you, but not in a way resembling the usual definition of that word. Like they were going to fuck you, to ruin sex for you forever. To make them your first thought when you were horny.

Actually thinking that made a cascade of heat run from your scalp to your toes. You became hyper-aware of Seokmin’s weight on the sofa beside you. Said male was leaning close to you all of a sudden, his nose grazing your cheek.

“Wow,” Seokmin breathed, “you started smelling so fucking good right now. Did you know that?”

Your vision was misty as you turned to look at him. Your interest fluttered over his broad chest, the tan stretch of the skin of his neck, his sharp jaw, and then his eyes, which were aflame with desire.

Seokmin reached over and smoothed his hand over your cheek.

“S-Seokmin…please do something,” you mumbled, rubbing your thighs together for just an ounce of relief.

“Hmm? Do what?” He teased. He was so close that you could feel the heat from his lips ebbing against yours.

“Don’t toy with her,” Hoetaek chuckled, his voice echoing from somewhere near your knees. He slid his palms between your thighs and parted them, pushing the hem of your dress up to your hips. Every time his hands met your legs, there were fireworks of excitement in the pit of your belly.

“It drags things out,” Hoetaek continued, his fingers creeping up between your thighs and grazing your underpants, “makes things go too slowly. We all want the same thing, and it doesn’t help to dance around the topic.”

You yelped when he hooked his fingers beneath your panties, making direct contact with your tingling pussy. He was sliding his index finger between the wet folds, and you had to grasp Seokmin’s broad shoulders.

“H-Hoetaek,” you gasped, a plea for more, and he laughed, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I disagree,” Seokmin interjected, drawing your attention back to him. His lips brushed against yours in the slightest kiss you had ever received, “I like drawing it out.”

You leaned forwards to kiss him again, and as if to prove his point, he ducked his head back.

“The more desperate you get (F/n), the better.”

You sighed in frustration, and he chuckled amusedly, grasping your chin and finally kissing you.

It was a deep, slow kiss that simulated this sensation of being sucked into him, and then Hoetaek pinched your clit, and your daze was shattered. You tried to gasp into the kiss, but Seokmin swallowed it up, his tongue slipping between your parted lips. The sweet flavour of his saliva permeated your tastebuds.

“Mm, you’re getting wetter by the moment, sweetness,” Hoetaek purred.

And then he licked a stripe up your pussy, from your entrance to your clit.

“Oh!” You breathed, earning a low laugh from Seokmin, “baby girl, you’re so responsive.”

Hoetaek began to work your pussy with his lips and tongue, using techniques that felt more like magic than oral. It was impossibly good, even before he slid two fingers inside of you. You threw your head back, your hands flying to Hoetaek’s dark hair. You needed something to hold onto before you ascended into the ceiling.

Your focus zeroed in on the jagged pleasure that was rushing through you, unrelenting cries passing from your lungs.

“Don’t forget about me,” Seokmin whispered against your ear, “I think you need something to shut you up.”

You turned to him, disorientated, wondering why he was moving around so much and coming to face his crotch directly. He was on his knees, unbuckling his belt with deft fingers, and when he pulled them down, he revealed a hefty bulge in his plain boxers.

“S-Seokmin,” you stammered, and he flashed at you that impossibly dazzling smile.

“Our names are pretty heavy on your lips tonight, aren’t they, honey?”

With that statement, he dropped both his bottoms, revealing his cock.

It was tan and quite veiny as if engorged with cum, but also rather thick, resembling the girth of a can of soft drink. There was no way your jaw would comfortably fit around him.

“I-I can’t,” you began, but Seokmin’s hand was in your hair before you could express your concerns any further, and your head was overcome with thoughts surrounding the potential flavour of him.

Your jaw was stretched to its limit as Seokmin pushed his cock inside your mouth, aching with exertion. He dragged you forwards forcefully, your nose meeting the small, trimmed blossom of dark pubes above his dick. His tip made contact with the back of your throat, and you gagged, spit spilling down your chin.

“Is it too big for you?” Seokmin laughed, “but you don’t care, do you, baby girl? You just want me to fuck your throat.” He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, uncaring that you were spluttering around him.

The combination of that and Hoetaek’s constant ministrations made your head feel light, an orgasm coiling around your core. Hoetaek’s fingers crooked, and you choked around Seokmin, your orgasm crashing over your head. Your vision was speckled with tiny stars, your legs trembling violently.

Hoetaek was licking his now glossy lips, sitting back on his heels.

“Delicious~,” he hummed happily. You could only give him a side glance because Seokmin’s grip on your hair was still firm. Finally, he released you, and your head lolled backwards, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the pearly head of his cock.

You did not even bother to wipe your chin. Instead, you looked directly at Seokmin, inwardly begging for more.

“On your feet, honey,” he ordered. Your limbs were quivering as you stood, stumbling almost drunkenly.

Both males assisted you to the mattress, sitting you on the edge of the bed between them both.

“This dress is cute and all, but I need it gone,” Hoetaek commented, tugging at the waist of the black fabric.

“Agreed,” responded Seokmin. They exchanged a glance, and then your body was bare, even your underpants gone. You clasped your hands over your breasts, defending them against the cold air.

“Mm, don’t do that,” Hoetaek murmured, and it was his turn to kiss you. He took your wrists and pulled them away from your chest, revealing your nipples to the atmosphere.

Hoetaek was far more rushed in his kisses. It made you feel crazed and flustered, and his lips were incredible and honeyed. In the meantime, Seokmin’s large hands palmed your breasts, rolling your sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

You groaned when Seokmin’s heated mouth enclosed over your peaked buds, suckling them between his teeth.

“Ah,” you breathed against Hoetaek, “when are you both going to fuck me?”

Both of them laughed softly, sharing amusement between them.

And then they were staring you down, ravaging you with their gaze only. Your vision fogged in arousal. Out of desperation and without hesitation, you turned to Hoetaek and began to unbutton his pants.

He helped you remove them alongside his boxers, unveiling quite a lengthy cock. You wrapped your fist around the base, and Hoetaek’s hand grasped your neck in retaliation. He squeezed lightly until you let go.

“Ah-ah,” his voice was almost a growl, “not so eager, sweetness. You’ll keep your hands to yourself, and you’ll do what we ask you to do. Got that?”

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling.

“On your hands and knees, with your ass facing me,” Seokmin ordered from behind you, and you were quivering because all of a sudden, the air was cold and thick.

You had thought they were being mean earlier, but this had been nothing compared to now. Every ounce of warmth in their tones had dissipated.

You fucking loved it.

“Open up,” Hoetaek barely waited for you to get comfortable on your hands and knees before grabbing a fistful of your hair. He pulled sharply, forcing you to look up at him.

“Ah!” You hissed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He laughed coldly and sunk your mouth down on his cock. He was so lengthy that you could only get about halfway down before gagging.

Behind you, Seokmin was running his cock through your folds, doused with your cum from moments earlier.

“I’m gonna be nice and fuck you, even if your tiny pussy can’t take me,” Seokmin drawled, “and I’ll cum inside of you first. And then Hoetaek’s gonna take his turn fucking you too.”

But the sound of Hoetaek’s cock sloppily fucking your throat obscured your hearing, and so you barely registered Seokmin’s words.

You did not care what his plans were, anyway, as long as they were to fuck you until you could not take it anymore.

Seokmin began to push his thick cock inside of you, and you had the abrupt realisation that he was just a little bit too big for you.

The stretch stung - you groaned in response. But, eventually, he bottomed out, and you were full of him.

“You took all of me, baby girl,” Seokmin commented, almost out of disbelief.

You hummed, looking up at Hoetaek with the best doe eyes you could muster. He chuckled, flashing you a fleeting arrogant grin before burying his cock deep inside your mouth, purposefully making you choke.

Seokmin began to fuck you, having hardly waited for you to adjust before pistoning himself inside of you. It took him mere moments to grow relentless.

Your eyes screwed shut tightly, your head spinning between the two cocks. Drool was collecting on your jaw and your nose; it was everywhere because Hoetaek was being rather rough.

Hoetaek tugged on your hair again, and you opened your eyes in shock.

“Keep looking at me,” he ordered. Your vision was blurred with tears as you tried to keep your gaze steady on Hoetaek, staring into his lust-darkened eyes.

“Tell me you want me to cum inside of you, (F/n),” Seokmin said, his voice rising in volume, “say it!”

Hoetaek pulled his cock out of our mouth, and you gasped out of desperation, “please, I want you to fill me up with your cum!”

Seokmin’s thrusts grew wild. Your arms collapsed beneath you, and you face-planted into the duvet.

And then he came; you could feel it. His cum was hot, and because you were already so full of him, it spilled out and trickled down the insides of your thighs.

You breathed heavily, exhausted, laying flat against the bedding. You could vaguely hear and feel them shifting around.

All of a sudden, strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you back against someone’s soft shirt. You blinked away the fuzz of your vision and recognised Seokmin, kneeling in front of you, baring his teeth in a cheeky grin.

“You can take more, can’t you?” Hoetaek purred, his hot breath fogging against your neck. The length of his cock was leaning against the plush flesh of your inner thigh.

“Please,” you slurred, and both of them laughed.

“You’re such a slut,” Seokmin growled, cupping your face and kissing you.

And as he kissed you, Hoetaek’s long cock pushed inside of you. Seokmin had stretched you out enough for him to enter you with ease, but he hit a wall inside of your pussy before he could bottom out, a spot that had remained untouched for your entire life.

It was simply a different sensation to Seokmin. Not better or worse. It was just as good but in a different way and equally as dizzying.

Hoetaek seemed more vocal in comparison to Seokmin - but perhaps that was just because his lips were so close to your ears. He was emitting these low hums from deep in his chest.

As Hoetaek fucked his cock in and out of you, Seokmin withdrew from the kiss to stare directly at you. Your eyes were half-lidded as you peered back.

“You look so fucked out,” he laughed, “I bet I can make you even more fucked out, though.”

Your mind was so sluggish that it took you a few moments to register his statement, and by then, his hand was already between your legs. He began to rub harsh circles over your clit.

“Oh my, fuck!” You exclaimed, having hardly expected that. Your clit was so sensitive that you came instantly, your vision whiting out as your pussy clamped down around Hoetaek.

Hoetaek breathed something between a laugh and a groan, and as you came down from your orgasm, you realised his cum was dripping down your thighs as well, his hot semen mingling with Seokmin’s.

Both of them released you, and you fell flat against the covers, fatigue seeping into every muscle on your body. The duvet was cool and comfortable, and you sunk into a blissfully happy state.

“(F/n).”

Seokmin was smiling down at you sweetly when you finally gathered the strength to turn your head towards him. They had both reverted to their kind, gentle facades that they had first greeted you with.

“Why don’t you have a sleep?” Seokmin offered, “we’ll keep you company.”

Hoetaek was sitting on the bed beside you, his eyes crinkling warmly.

“Really? I’ll get the sheets dirty,” you frowned, only now noticing the sheen of sweat layered on every inch of your body.

The two of them exchanged an amused smirk as if sharing an inside joke.

“Don’t worry, sweetness. These sheets have seen a lot,” Hoetaek hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You slept that night between two dangerously attractive men, waking with disbelief dawning on you once you recounted the previous evening.

They sent you off with a black piece of paper, and to summarise the text written on it; you were allowed to return to the restaurant at any time and steal them to satiate yourself.

You would spend countless nights shared between them because their hands, and their cocks, were so much better than anyone else.

[peachybun-bun]

Degradation - Hui - Day 6

pairing; Hui x f reader

genre; smut, degradation

notes/warnings; lots of degrading talk, reader being called a slut, references to being fucked stupid, very light throat play, very light slapping to the face, spitting in the mouth

word count; 340 and some change

kinktober masterlist

Hui’s hand grips your face as his other hand runs over your hair. His eyes lock with yours as you kneel on the bed in front of him. “I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now. Practically drooling for my cock.”

You moan softly as he grabs your hair and tilts your head back, as a smirk crosses his face hearing the moan. “Such a pretty little slut who likes to get used. That’s what you are, isn’t that right?

Nodding as you close your eyes, Hui’s hand leaves your face to hold your throat gently. His thumb caresses the soft skin just under your chin. “My little slut, is that right? Use your words, I haven’t fucked you stupid.” He laughs and bites at his bottom lip, tilting his head. “Not yet, at least.”

“Yes, I’m yours.”

Hui groans quietly at your confession and grins as he moves his hand from your throat to run his thumb over your lips, parting your lips for a moment. “My what?”

“Your slut.”

You hear him laugh into something that sounds like a groan mixed with a growl, something almost predatory. “That’s right, you are mine and I’m going to use you, all of you. Lay on your back for me.”

Doing as he says, you look up at Hui as he runs his hand over his mouth, a smirk on his lips as his eyes travel over your body. He leans to grab your face once again, making your jaw open slightly, which you do willingly. “Stick out your tongue.”

You offer him no hesitation, letting your tongue fall from your mouth, before he spits into your mouth.

Hui watches, biting his lip as you bring your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing his spit as he claims you, just as you like for him to. He pats your cheek a bit aggressively, making your skin sting, before crawling on to the bed and moving between your legs, hovering over you. “I’m gonna make you scream my name, baby.”

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tag list: @binzuli @kvnmoonies @m1ss-foodi3 @chaebb @astroodledream @aarfyie

[pentagonieslut]

m.list !!

lee huitaek/hoetaek (hui):

[hui's high pitched screams are in place of no works. - cube staff]

jo jinho:

ko/go shinwon:

yeo changgu (yeoone):

yanan:

[causing silent chaos somewhere, lurking]

yang hongseok:

adachi yuto/yuuto:

kang hyunggu:

[embarrased he has to match hui and shinwon, hiding]

jung wooseok:

kim hyojong (e'dawn):

i will write romance + smut for him on request. he just got out of a relationship with hyuna. be nice.

all members:

kim hongjoong:

[ran away to the studio to work on something]

park seonghwa:

[poor mama can't catch a break]

jung wooyoung:

[he's trying to get rough-talked again because he likes it]

jeong yunho:

[him and minjae are going around and calling each other brothers]

song mingi:

[just being happy little mufasa]

kang yeosang:

[ordering as much chicken as he can]

choi san:

[being a sex demon again]

choi jongho:

[breaking apples and singing tears]

moon taeil:

[being a grandpa, he's sick of this shit]

qian kun:

[yelling at the younger members starting from 99s-jisung]

seo johnny:

[he's eating chicago pizza and crying]

lee taeyong:

[febreezing all the fucking dorms]

kim doyoung:

[he's hiding in his room]

kim jungwoo:

[he's being a puppy to get taeyong to cook]

dong sicheng (winwin):

[running from taeil's monstrous love]

nakamoto yuta:

[eating taiyaki and sharing with shotaro]

jung jaehyun:

[he's preparing to work overtime]

chittaphon leechaiyapornkul (ten):

[ENGLISH TEN, ENGLISH NO NOT THAI]

wong yukhei/wong xuxi (lucas):

[freaking out about the discovery of nana and nearly crushing louis]

na jaemin:

[reminding lucas he's nana for the third year in a row]

xiao dejun (xiaojun):

[jasmine is really muscular]

wong kunhuang (hendery):

[he's in macau touring with big byung]

liu yangyang:

[he's freaking out in german, give him a second]

zhong chenle:

[flexing his money again]

huang renjun:

[he's planning the death of a dream member]

lee mark:

[my baby said she wanna dance she wanna leave me, huh? FUCK]

lee jeno:

[let him recover from being tied up and being ridden]

jung sungchan:

[he's playing games with your heart, i'm sorry]

lee donghyuck (haechan):

[consistent with his 37.5% show rating]

osaki shotaro:

[he's being the cutest fucking otter alive and you're here for it]

park jisung:

[he's on his way to becoming a tiktok fuckboi]

moon hyunbin:

[casting a spell for peace, maybe?]

choi seokwon (tan):

[can put you in a chokehold but has a cute face so like- I TAP OUT]

kim byeonggun (hwi):

[cupid is making him do secretary work]

terazono keita:

[still waiting on the phone papa rain promised him]

yeom taegyun (tag):

[leave mans alone, he's doing highschool rapper 4 n stressing]

gil dohwan:

[he's yodeling..somewhere]

park sungwon (won):

[snuck out for a poetry slam]

son seungjun (castle j):

[producing some type of track]

nam seungmin (bic):

[he's not a pen, promise]

song minjae:

[dammit minjae..you're so tall, i mistook you for yunho!]

no huijun:

[getting a black belt in taekwondo]

bang junhyuk (win):

[he's making your brain rot with his deep voice like felix]

lee hangyul:

[putting you in a choke hold with his all day performance]

park junseo:

[he's dancing his bones off]

jeon minwook (j-min):

[trying to go to the olympics in professional flexibility]

jung gun (yoojun):

[making 'fuck you' necklaces to choke bit with]

kim hyunwoo (muzin):

[trying to meditate before he goes off]

ryu yeongseo:

[trying to become the next twice member]

na gyumin (doha):

[drawing webtoons about the chaos of this group]

noh minjae (bit):

[tormenting yoojun and j-min with cucumbers]

nam dohyon:

[auditioning for SMTM with his milk mixtape]

lune:

[he's so pretty they're making him model schoolgirl uniforms]

heechan:

[he's being hyper again...MOOM]

e-chan:

[his mind is blank leave him alone]

yuku:

[eating dango and watchinge veryone with a happy smile]

junseo:

[lurking somewhere

D1:

[he's telling everyone he's not a athlete]

harry-june:

[flustered about something]

teo:

[working out again]

GK:

[chicken GK, chicken GK, chicken GK]

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Hui “Boyfriend headcanons”

Hui // Jinho // Hongseok // Shinwon // Yanan // Yeo One // Yuto // Kino // Wooseok

- Alright, it’s been a minute since one of these guys

- So bare with me while I find my footing

- Hui is special

- Like a precious human 

- so I think he deserves to be with another precious human

- Someone who is headstrong

- Someone who is quite smart

- I feel like he would find that son incredibly attractive

- Have someone to put him in his place every now and then 

- Someone independent 

- Not fully reliant on him and wants a career or has one

- he thinks that’s very important

- he likes the drive because he has that drive as well

- Now for the first date

- I think he would want to have a really nice dinner

- Maybe to show off a little bit

- will show up with a rose for you too

- not a whole bouquet, that’s too much for the first date

- but one rose for impact

- dress up nicely and leave a great first impression

- Dress up real good 

- leave him speechless 

- stuttering as he tries to act cool

- Makes you feel quite confident

- Manages to push through his sudden awkwardness

- quite the charmer through it all

- has this way of listening to you speak

- with undivided attention on you

- manages to make you stutter a few times with his eye contact

- But he likes to talk too

- So if he finds something to relate to you with

- he’s excited and it’s fun to see

- He most definitely talks about the members 

- they’re his pride and joy

- tells you jokes about them and stuff

- Like you get to see his eyes light up as well

- it’s so fun 

- let’s you know just how passionate he is

- Will wanna pay the bill but finds it attractive if you wanna split it

- Especially if you like argue with him a little for it

- Now kissing you on the first date

- he’ll definitely ask if he can

- the romantic mood of the evening truly taking over him 

- up to you if you let him or not

- if you do, he’ll cup your cheek softly

- and peck your lips quickly

- nothing more than that

- but it makes his day 

- the closure to the perfect date

- Kisses with Hui are quite passionate in general

- at one point he doesn’t care about kissing in front of people anymore

- will pull your face to him and kiss him all the time

- in front of the members

- you learn to tune out the teasing 

- loves kissing you deeply

- but the quick little kisses

- those are his favorite

- because he can pepper them all over 

- all over your face and neck 

- he just loves attacking you with kisses

- loves kissing the tip of your nose the most though

- it’s something small and endearing he loves to do

- loves it when you return the favour

- thinks it’s cute when you do and it kind of becomes your thing

- He always smiles when you do it 

- and his nose crinkles up 

- very cute

- Okay arguments with Hui 

- He doesn’t get angry

- he gets annoyed

- like just irritates at everything going on 

- he hates arguing 

- thinks it’s a waste of time so he just gets annoyed at the fact it’s happening

- so it can across a little passive

- tries to talk it out to the best he can 

- as fast as he can because he just hates it

- he doesn’t yell 

- he can get annoyed and frustrated and like want to rip his hair out

- but he never yells

- hates raising his voice at you

- when he apologises 

- it’s in sweet words 

- and jokes

- tries to make you laugh 

- while pulling you closer to him

- When Hui is upset

- he gets quiet

- really thoughtfull

- which he isn’t like him at all

- so you can tell right away that something is wrong

- mainly just talking with him helps settle him down 

- but when he’s very very upset 

- he needs physical contact

- needs to feel your hands moving up and down his back 

- rub the back of his neck 

- it really helps 

- maybe he just needs the pressure that comes with the physical contact

- but it improves his mood dramatically

- when you’re upset

- Hui’s go to is to make you laugh 

- then he wants to forget about your problem for a bit

- like so you can calm down 

- so he’ll go out for a walk with you 

- help you immerse in your hobby 

- he does this so you can like fully calm down 

- and speak rationally about what’s bothering you 

- it really helps

- because it lets you digest the situation 

- and he can help you find solutions 

- Now dates with Hui 

- tbh you guys spend the most time in the studio 

- which sounds boring 

- but it never is

- Hui tries to make sure it’s as romantic as he can make it

- picnics on the floor with candles are some of his favorite little moments

- be it breakfast, lunch or dinner

- he loves it all

- takes these little breaks between working for these moments

- it’s because he’s a workaholic 

- but you don’t mind because you know he tries his best

- and it’s the effort that counts afterall 

- In these moments he shows you the projects he’s working on 

- this is also when he asks for your opinion on things the most

- “Add more bass or leave it?” 

- “Do you prefer this tone or the other?” 

- He values your opinion even if you know nothing about music

- or the technicalities of music

- the members disturb quite often 

- steal food 

- and your attention

- but that’s okay 

- sharing is caring 

- these obviously aren’t the only dates you have 

- but they are the most prevelant ones

- he also likes taking you out on fancy dates

- loves the dressing up

- he makes it an event

- Hui loves showing you off

- Let’s be real you find it cool that your boyfriend is this badass music producer

- so you like showing him off just as much 

- you’re so proud of his achievements 

- and how hard he works

- you boast about it a lot

- but he does the same for you 

- no matter what your profession 

- he’s so incredibly proud of you 

- for working hard

- paving your way

- he will boast about you to anyone and everyone he can about it

- and if there is an important event for you 

- he’s there

- he wouldn’t miss it for the world 

- So he’s there no matter what

- Now sleeping with Hui 

- I feel like he’s clingy in his sleep

- so if you’re not into that r.i.p i guess

- must be touching you at all times 

- or be laying on you 

- that’s his preferred way of sleeping 

- his head on your chest 

- he’s lights out

- However Hui is quite easy to wake up 

- so if you’re uncomfortable 

- just push him a little 

- he’ll wake up quickly

- might enjoy having music play softly as you sleep though 

- for a little bit of noise 

- it helps him sleep

- Now Hui and jealousy

- i think the green eyed monster visits him occasionally 

- I think he can get quite insecure at times 

- and well he tries not to let his insecurities effect you 

- but sometimes they do 

- he gets a little defensive over you 

- tends to ask you if he has anything to worry about sometimes

- these moments come when he has a wave of insecurity 

- Not too often though

- but he’d definitely feel a little cocky when he dees someone flirt with you

- he makes his presence known

- kinda makes you laugh about it 

-  because he has nothing to worry about

- and he knows this

- but it’s nice to know he’s scared to possibly lose you

-Spicy Hui let’s go

- alright 

- I think Hui is a switch 

- likes to be in charge 

- likes to see you in charge 

- maybe he’s a switch/sub lean 

- because he doesn’t just like seeing you in charge

- he loves it 

- loves it when you’re confident 

- when you tell him what to do 

- pin his hands over his head

- you radiate this energy 

- you’re an absolute god/goddess to him in the moment

- has thing about seeing you on top of him 

- so he would love it if you sat on his face

- he’d eat you out so good

- if you tell him he isn’t allowed to touch you 

- he can’t help himself

- will pull you closer to his face

- he needs to grip at your hips and thighs

- feel your flesh between his fingers and you on his tongue

- really, really, really good with his tongue

- also the sounds he makes are heavenly

- isn’t scared to be vocal 

- a lot of sharp inhales and shaky moans

- absolutely beautiful sounds

- I feel like he would like you dressing up as well

- surprise him with lingerie 

- his jaw will drop

- source of a lot of his more spicy songs

- I think he would also find it so attractive if you wear heels

- if he doms when you wear heels 

- he wants you in every position that he can admire them 

- his favorite position is simple cowgirl 

- but when he doms he wants your legs over his shoulder

- I feel like he would also like degrading a little bit

- nothing too extreme 

- and he would like giving and receiving depending on the situation 

- prefers giving oral over receiving

- but he isn’t one to turn it down if you offer

- Studio sex happens but not too often 

- he gets a little anxious about it

- too scared people will walk in 

- but every now and then he gives into you 

- lets you take care of him 

- be that in the form of riding him into oblivion 

- or a handjob/blowjob 

- Aftercare

- Aftercare with Hui 

- it isn’t too extensive

- a lot of low whispers and giggles as you catch your breath

- a lot of pecks over shoulders, face and neck as before mentioned

- you guys don’t get too rough 

- physical checks aren’t really necessary 

- so more emotional ones are

- you tend to stay still a bit afterwards

- just holding eachother and chatting before even attempting to wash up

- he can’t help himself but kiss your face all over

- he also does that smile where his nose crinkles 

- eyes are sparkling as he looks at you with giggles

- maybe sings you to sleep if you ask

- no definitely will if you ask

- like after sex as your calming down 

- it’s when you guys talk about anything 

- like the world’s problems 

- the future

- what you wanna eat for dinner the next day 

- it’s just that prime opportunity 

- where he doesn’t have anything to do 

- you’re both relaxed 

- it’s true down time 

- Hui dates to find his forever person i think 

- so if you date him consider yourself lucky 

- because that means he sees the potential for a future together 

- a relationship with him means 

- working together and apart 

- being independant together 

- creating futures that you both want 

- but doing it together

A/N: it’s been ages since I posted and I apologize. Alot has been going on in my life but that’s okay! I hope you guys enjoy the new Pentagon Boyfriend Headcanons series I’m starting!