Fandom: Mamamoo
Pairing: Moonsun
Rating: T
Word Count: 1955
Tags: Coyote Ugly AU, bartop dancing, sexual themes
Summary: Byulyi crushes on the sexy Coyote Ugly dancer, Yongsun.
Byulyi grew up tough and rugged, but that was just how the folks were in her rural, desert town. Growing up on a ranch, she deviated from the cowgirl life to learn another skill: carpentry. She’d toil all day in the blistering sun in faded denim, sweat-stained tank tops, and a hardhat. She built houses from the ground up with a hard working crew, and she took a lot of pride in her work.
But times were tough. A rocky economy made Byulyi’s line of work unpredictable at best, so she sought opportunities where they came aplenty, the city. Construction business ran a lot differently in the city than in the country since folks had a preference for building upward rather than outward. But she was good with her hands, precise, patient, and a quick learner, too. Luckily, she had a good gang of new guys to teach her the city ways.
One night after a hard day’s work when the project finally came to an end, the crew decided to celebrate the completion of a months-long build. Byulyi hadn’t had much time to explore the nightlife after her move, but given her cowgirl image and reputation, the boys knew just the place to make her feel at home.
Coyote Ugly, it was called, but there was nothing ugly about it.
Byulyi was accustomed to more tasteful saloons. In her small town, folks enjoyed each other’s company with complex line dances, acoustic guitar, and simple talk. Sure, things got feisty from time to time, especially after downing a couple mint juleps or neat bourbons, but nothing beyond a few flying fists and harmless, slurred words ever stirred up a fuss.
Coyote Ugly, however, was nothing but a fuss… and with good reason.
A wide, wooden counter stretched the length of the bar. From afar it looked shiny and polished, but up close there were marks and scuffs. Granted, no one in their right mind up so close could care less about that when so many beautiful women danced atop it. Tall, short, blonde, brunette, curvy, skinny, dark skin, light skin—Coyote Ugly had it all. Best yet, they dressed as slutty cowgirls. Byulyi swore she was going to faint.
The boys she came with cackled and winked at Byulyi, like they had read her so plainly from the get-go. She didn’t realize she came across as that gay, but she wasn’t offended if this was the payoff. She nodded and laughed, feeling like a total teenager gawking at the pretty dancers, until one in particular snagged her attention. Great timing, too, because the music transitioned to an upbeat 90s country-pop song that just worked for the moment.
Cute but sexy, long black hair, a sweet smile, the woman wore a red bandana top and blue denim shorts frayed at the hem. Her reddish-brown cowgirl boots had paisley stitching and dark scuffs from use. She wore a cowgirl hat that matched her boots, and when she took it off to collect tips in, it showed off the red inner lining.
She danced her way to Byulyi’s spot at the bar and squatted, saying, “Hey, I’m Yongsun.”
Collecting the cash from her hat, Yongsun didn’t break eye contact as she stuffed the money into her back pocket. With a smile, she plopped her cowgirl hat on Byulyi’s head, earning a blush in response. She seemed to like the effect she had by the way her eyes glimmered.
As the chorus picked up, Yongsun stood and popped her hips to the choppy instrumentals. Byulyi tipped the brim of the cowgirl hat approvingly when she swayed her arms above her head. Byulyi knew this dance was for her; there was just something about the intention in Yongsun’s stare. Maybe not a lot of women went to bars like Coyote Ugly, maybe that was why Byulyi piqued the dancer’s interest. Either way, she wasn’t sure why this gorgeous woman was so keen on her, but she wasn’t going to question it.
Yongsun danced smoothly, sharp but languid, commanding the song instead of the other way around. Certainly no woman like her frequented the saloons Byulyi knew back home. Coyote Ugly proved to be a pungent cocktail of city promiscuity and her cowgirl roots; she was drunk off the mix of flavors.
It wasn’t until one of the boys in her crew punched her arm and teased her about not tipping the girl that she realized she had been shamelessly staring. She wasn’t trying to be rude. Truthfully, it was just that she was convinced she saw a flash of white lace behind the waistband of Yongsun’s tight shorts, and her mind flew into overdrive.
How long had it been since she’d been with someone? Long enough that she was obsessing over this woman’s stunning body and the glimpse of lingerie she saw.
When the song ended, the bartender announced that the dancers were taking a brief intermission. Byulyi collected herself in time to give Yongsun a proper tip and return her fancy cowgirl hat. The dancer grinned and put her hat back on, stuffing the money into her cleavage knowing she’d attract Byulyi’s wandering gaze. Then she sat on the edge of the bar, winked at Byulyi, and hopped off the countertop with the firm thud of her boots on the ground.
Byulyi was so smitten she even thought Yongsun’s little jog to catch up to the other dancers in the backroom was cute. She must’ve had her crush plastered all over her face, too, because the boys teased her for simping.
As the crew ordered another round of drinks, Byulyi wondered how she was going to make it through the second act. All the women were attractive, and of course she looked at all of them, but she was crushing so hard on Yongsun she wouldn't dare hit on anyone else.
Her thoughts grew dirtier with each drink until the image of Yongsun in nothing but her cowgirl hat and boots filled her mind, just in time for the dancers to return to the bar.
More upbeat country-pop songs inspired the girls to dance a group performance, followed by solos ranging from campy to sexy. Byulyi didn’t care how badly the boys teased her anymore, not when Yongsun shook her ass so damn well to These Boots Are Made for Walkin’. Her heart was about ready to jump out of her chest before the bartender announced that the girls were done dancing for the night.
Their bartop dancing might’ve come to an end, but their most tantalizing performance had yet to begin—bull riding.
A true cowgirl’s sport, the bartender said, but it was more flashy than sporty; a provocative event for the beer-guzzling late night crowd. Byulyi had been so other-directed up to this point that she hadn’t even noticed the mechanical bull on the other side of the room.
A sturdy bull with stretched brown hide and pointed horns jutting from its square head, it bucked and jerked like the bulls Byulyi recalled from back home. Surrounding it was an inflated corral to fall on.
The conductor controlled the mechanical bull from behind the bar. Throughout the night, it was obvious he went easier on the girls than the tipsy suckers who paid a wad of cash to impress said girls. They took turns, though, and the conductor clearly got off on doing it. The guys puffed out their chests and gripped the bull with empty machismo only to get thrown off like ragdolls. The girls stayed on longer to play up their performance, show a little skin and sparkle to get the crowd’s hearts racing enough to earn more tips. It was borderline softcore porn, but that was the whole appeal of Coyote Ugly.
One of the guys Byulyi arrived with wasn’t exempt from the treatment. Sweet on a redhead in a ruffled crop top, he coughed up all his pocket change to impress her with his mighty strength. A city boy with no knowledge of the finesse of bull riding, he flew off in less than a minute. He blamed the conductor for starting before he was ready, but everyone knew what really happened. He’d be the brunt of the jokes for a good while on the crew’s next job, no doubt.
A few drinks in and feeling good, Byulyi was less subtle about gawking at Yongsun when she swung her leg over the bull and tightened her grip like a seasoned pro. She still wore her reddish-brown cowgirl hat, but the quick jerks of the bull knocked it askew early on. Not missing a beat, she adjusted it and held it straight, shooting a scrunched face at the conductor. The crowd hooted and hollered at her sensual show, but Byulyi had to sit down before she literally fell head over heels.
The buck of the bull forced a delicious roll up Yongsun’s torso as she squeezed her thighs around the girth of it and rode every turn and slope expertly. The pointed corner of her banana top curled up from the motions, showing her abs flex on each jerked movement. Her muscle control was impressive, but all Byulyi could think about was her head between those smooth legs instead of the mechanical bull, and her hands running up the dancer’s toned stomach as she ate her out.
Wow, Byulyi had it bad.
When Yongsun was finally thrown off the bull, she accepted her defeat with grace. Adjusting her bandana top, she made yet another show of bending over to snatch up her cowgirl hat. White lace peaked out of the waistband, confirming Byulyi’s perverted conspiracy.
Placing her hat atop her black hair, Yongsun smirked at the attention she got. Clearly she was a bit of an exhibitionist, yet again anyone in this line of work likely was. Nevertheless, it was quality information to file away in Byulyi’s already quite extensive profile of Yongsun in her fantasies.
“You’ve been staring at me all night.”
Byulyi looked up from her spot at the bar. Yongsun’s gorgeous smile greeted her. She flushed. “I have. That’s what you do in a place like this, isn’t it?” she replied, willing down the butterflies in her stomach. It sounded cliche, but Yongsun was even more beautiful up close.
Yongsun took a seat next to Byulyi. She rested an elbow on the bartop and tilted her head into her palm. “You don’t look like the typical customer who visits a place like this.”
Byulyi scanned the faceless crowd behind her and nodded. She bashfully covered her face, amusing Yongsun. “Yeah, I guess I don’t.”
“Yet you give me the same smitten look all the others do,” teased Yongsun as she moved Byulyi’s hand from her face and smiled playfully.
Byulyi swallowed her nerves and lost herself in Yongsun’s doe eyes. “Guess that’s just how I look when I see a pretty girl. You don’t seem to mind it.”
Yongsun’s gaze lit up. “I prefer it, actually.”
Her butterflies frenzied wildly. Learning that Yongsun preferred women was like music to her ears. How did she get so lucky? To play it cool, Byulyi downplayed her excitement. “Ah, hah, that’s good to know.”
Yongsun laughed. Grasping Byulyi’s hand in hers, she said, “You know what else is good to know? How well I can ride other things.”
Byulyi blushed red. Her cool was completely lost. Obliterated. She was a good southern woman who had never heard such a pretty girl say something so overt. But this wasn’t the desert ranch anymore, this was the city. If Yongsun was going to talk with a mouth like that, Byulyi could match that energy.
Her stare flicked down to Yongsun’s crotch. “Then you can start with my tongue.”
Fandom: Mamamoo
Pairing: Moonsun
Rating: T
Word Count: 1399
Tags: Sexual themes, stripper AU, implied sugar mama themes
Summary: Yongsun is a stripper by the name of Solar. CEO Byulyi is lovestruck.
Just off an interstate exit in the heart of a tropical, urban landscape stood a humble, inconspicuous building made apparent by a pink neon sign with one repeating word: Girls Girls Girls. Moon Byulyi always came there after a long, exhausting day of work.
It wasn’t easy being the CEO of a multimillion dollar company with satellite locations all over the world. On top of the intense pressure of nurturing success, she battled social barriers. It was hard enough being taken seriously as a businesswoman, let alone the head woman in charge of several men with chips on their shoulders. Whether their bitterness came from personal insecurity or suppressed sexism, Byulyi didn’t have the time nor the energy to suffer fools.
After all, there was money to be made. And she quite liked money.
Money ruled the world. Money made people happy. Money was a sickeningly powerful tool. Money talked.
Money made her the favorite client of Solar, the top dancer at the Girls Girls Girls strip club Byulyi visited several times a week.
Fandom: Mamamoo
Pairing: Wheesa
Rating: T
Word Count: 569
Tags: Greasers & Socs AU, forbidden love, fluff, implied sexual themes, drabble
Summary: Wheein is the cookie-cutter good girl. Hyejin drives her daddy’s flashy red 1954 Corvette.
Wheein’s lips tasted like her mint lip balm, and they tingled Hyejin’s lips as the two made out in the backseat of Hyejin’s daddy’s 1954 cherry red Corvette. At the drive-in for a late night movie, the star speckled sky was the only witness to their forbidden love.
Hyejin was the bad girl heartbreaker type, that confident girl society labeled as rude, that femme fatale with curves to kill and sass for anyone who dared cross her. Wheein was the good girl type who baked apple pie and went to church on Sundays, she wore white gloves that matched her conservative pink and white dress, and she never talked back to her elders.
Hyejin’s relationship with Wheein was the cliched stuff of storybooks, but cliches were cliches because they were rooted in truth. The good girl always went for the bad girl for the thrill; the bad girl always went for the good girl for the stability.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: Monsta X (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Showki
Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Organized Crime, Angst, Smut, Dubious Consent, Biting, Size Kink, Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Mpreg, Knotting, Drama, Stockholm Syndrome, Blood and Violence, Gang Violence, Minor Character Death, Mating Cycles/In Heat
Summary: The young ones were the best victims, so vulnerable and easily manipulated.
A/N: Co-written with @kihyunsbabe
@wooyoungsqueen (formerly kihyunsbabe) and I have decided to revise previously published chapters to match our current writing styles. So far, chapters 1 & 2 are fully revised and re-posted. Chapter 3 is in progress.
When all published chapters are revised, we’ll begin updating again~
