Wild thoughts | Stray Kids Imagines

Punishments | Hwang Hyunjin 🌶️

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The laughter from the living room is infectious, light and carefree, but it does nothing to lighten the knot in Hyunjin's stomach. He stands in the hallway, eyes narrowing as he watches you and Jeongin sitting close on the couch, heads bent together over his phone. Whatever video Jeongin is showing you has you both in stitches, and it sends a wave of possessive jealousy surging through Hyunjin.

Every shared laugh, every casual touch, only stokes the fire. Unable to stand it any longer, he strides into the room, his eyes fixed on you.

"Y/N," he says, his voice sharper than he intends. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

You look up, a smile still playing on your lips, oblivious to the tension radiating off him. "Sure, what's up?"

"In private," he adds, his eyes flicking pointedly toward his room.

Jeongin looks between the two of you, eyebrows raised, but says nothing as you stand and follow Hyunjin down the hall. Once inside his room, he closes the door firmly behind you, turning to face you with a scowl.

"What's your problem?" you ask, crossing your arms and meeting his glare with an unbothered expression.

"My problem?" he snaps, stepping closer. "My problem is you getting all cozy with Jeongin out there. What do you think you're doing?"

You roll your eyes, exasperation clear on your face. "We were just watching a video. You're overreacting."

Hyunjin's jaw tightens, and he takes another step closer, his eyes darkening. "Am I? Because it sure didn't look like just watching a video to me. Do you enjoy making me jealous, or are you just that oblivious?"

"Hyunjin, seriously? You're being ridiculous."

His eyes flash with something dangerous, and he reaches out, gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "You think this is funny? You think you can just brush me off like that?"

You try to pull back, but his hold is firm. "Let go, Hyunjin."

"Not until you understand something," he growls, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I think I need to remind you who's in charge here."

"Oh, really?" you challenge, your heart pounding despite the defiant look you give him. "And how are you going to do that?"

His lips curl into a smirk, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "By punishing you, of course. Since you want to act like a brat, I'll treat you like one."

You scoff, trying to mask the thrill his words send through you. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me," he whispers, his voice dark and full of promise.

You hold his gaze, refusing to back down, but the heat in his eyes makes your resolve waver. "Fine," you say, lifting your chin. "Do your worst."

That's all the invitation he needs. His grip on your chin shifts, and he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his teeth nipping at your lips as he presses you back against the door. His hands roam over your body, rough and demanding, making it clear that he's done playing games.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath coming in heavy pants. "You're going to regret challenging me," he promises, his hands tugging at the hem of your shirt.

In one swift motion, he pulls it over your head, his hands moving immediately to your waistband, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs. You step out of them, your pulse racing as he moves you to the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

His hands ghost over your skin, never quite giving you the pressure you crave, and it drives you mad.

"Hyunjin, please," you whimper, arching into his touch.

"Please what?" he asks, his voice maddeningly calm. "You want me to touch you? To fuck you?"

"Yes, please, just... stop teasing me."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your panties. "Not yet. You need to learn your lesson first."

With agonizing slowness, he slips your panties down your legs, his hands then spreading your thighs apart as he positions himself between them. His mouth hovers over you, his breath hot against your most sensitive area, but he doesn't touch you, not yet.

"You need to understand something, Y/N," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. "You're mine. No one else's. And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

Before you can respond, he finally dips his head, his tongue flicking out to taste you, and the sudden sensation makes you cry out. His hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as he teases you with his mouth, his touch a maddening mixture of pleasure and torment.

"Hyunjin, please," you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets as he works you over with expert precision.

But he doesn't give in to your pleas. He takes his time, bringing you to the edge over and over again, only to pull back and leave you hanging, your body trembling with need.

"Please, Hyunjin, I need you," you beg, your voice broken and desperate. "I'll do anything, I'll never make you jealous again, just please..."

He finally looks up at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything," you breathe, your body aching for release.

His smirk widens, and he moves up your body, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this," he murmurs, and then he's pushing inside you, filling you completely with one smooth thrust.

The sensation is overwhelming, and you cry out, your nails digging into his back as he sets a punishing pace, his hips driving into you with a relentless rhythm. He's not holding back, and each thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, until you're a moaning, trembling mess beneath him.

"Who do you belong to?" he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"You, Hyunjin, I belong to you," you gasp, your body arching into his as he pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

He groans, his grip on your hips tightening as he drives into you harder, faster, and you can feel yourself unraveling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Let go for me," he commands, his voice a growl, and that's all it takes to send you over the edge, your body shattering around him as you cry out his name.

He follows you over the edge a moment later, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own release, his body collapsing against yours.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is your ragged breathing, and then he's pulling out of you, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close.

"Remember that next time you decide to challenge me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear.

You nod, too spent to respond, but the satisfied smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know. You'll definitely think twice before making him jealous again.