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saveme-ruinme · 7 years

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Sugar & Spice (M) | 02

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ smut ~ Rated M ~

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Word Count: 5k

A/N: bruh. bruh. bruuuuuh. soz this took me so long smut is fuckin hard to write also soz if this sucks bc ive never written proper smut befooooore.

“Don’t eat so fast,” Hoseok laughs as you scarf down your food. “You’ll get sick and then we won’t be able to get dessert.”

“You should know by now that I always get dessert, doesn’t matter what state I’m in,” you remind him, nonetheless listening to him anyway and trying not to eat your steak in one bite.

“How could I forget? You love sweet things.”

That sentence makes you pause in your eating. It sounded like an observation because you did love sugar more than anything else, but his tone dipped slightly making it sound darker and more suggestive than it should be. He had been doing that since the two of you left his apartment.

Every time you thought that the stifling sexual tension between you had simmered down, Hoseok would say something or look at you differently and it would return tenfold weighing heavily on your chest. Then he’d give you that cute smile that you loved making you believe you imagined that seductive suggestions that passed through his lips. To be perfectly honest you had reached the point where you would willingly give it up whether he was being cute or sexy. You were so far gone, you had become a victim to your addiction to him unable to resist the temptation that Hoseok presents you with.

You were having trouble looking at him, unable to get the image of sweaty, smirking Hoseok out of you head. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how you’ve only glanced at him only a handful of times since he got out of the shower. Still, you were surprised that you remained relatively civil despite the fact that your underwear was probably soaked through with arousal. Luckily you had recently bought a new vibrator and fully intend on putting it to good use once you got home. Oh, the suffering Hoseok put you through, you were convinced it was going to kill you one day.

“Oh! Did you finish that track you were working on?” you ask in an attempt to distract yourself from the heat that blazed through your body.

Hoseok was mildly surprised to hear you ask about his job. He didn’t really talk about his work that often as he preferred to hear about your life than to dwell on his own. “I did, I think it went really well.”

He felt bad, here you were being nice and pleasant to him and all he was thinking about was how much he wanted to fuck you. Hoseok had masturbated in the shower after you had shown up at his apartment to the thought of you, the look of open shock and adoration and lust was the only thing he kept thinking about. The way your pupils dilated at the sight of him, the blush that dusted your cheeks and reached the tips of your ears, the way your mouth parted slightly from being surprised. Oh, the things he could do with your pretty mouth.

"Will you let me listen to it?" you lean forward excitedly, a playful grin spread across you face.

Hoseok couldn't help but mirror your grin. "You know I'm not allowed to show you."

He couldn't help but smirk at your petulant behaviour, snickering at the annoyed sigh you let out. He imagined that your petulant behaviour in other situations. Situations where he can use it against you, teasing you to tears and making you beg for him to give in and finally bring you relief. You had grown very content with him in these past few weeks. You had gotten too used to getting what you wanted from him that when he said no you would throw a little fit; pouting and pleading with him until he caved. Which he almost always did, there were very few things Hoseok denied you, and half of those very few things was because you refused to accept them.

Unfortunately, the music he made full under the things he wasn't allowed to give you, for contractual reasons. That didn't stop him from enjoying you huffy behaviour, unconsciously licking his lips as his mind turned dark as he thought up a whole heap of scenarios that would cause you to sulk, which he would use against you until you were crying for him to stop and keep going at the same time unable to pick because you'd be lost in the spaces between just enough and too much. Being in public was your one saving grace, because if you two had been in the privacy of his own home he would've been on the other side of the table and devouring you before you could blink.

It seemed as if the heat was getting to Hoseok; you noted how pink his cheeks had become and how the dark colour of his eyes were beginning to become swallowed by his pupils that had started to dilate. Then he had to go and stick out his tongue, swiping it quickly over his pretty pink lips that you already had a hard time trying not to look at. Still, you couldn't help but flick your gaze when his tongue peeked out of his mouth to moisten his lips. You didn't understand what had him all hot and bothered, but you definitely knew why you had started to become a bit too warm, with the heat blazing the most between your legs.

Shifting around on your chair slightly to try and unsuccessfully relieve some of the pressure, you were forced to take refuge in the bathroom, mumbling an excuse before hurrying away almost knocking over one of the waiters in the process. You tried to not remember the continuous image that ran through your head of Hoseok's hot, wet tongue sliding out of his mouth and along his lips teasingly.

You were so preoccupied with trying to get away that you didn't notice Hoseok getting up immediately and following after you, expertly dodging the waiter you almost knocked over. If you had of noticed him following you, then you would've been prepared for the foot that jammed itself in the door before you could close it. Nonetheless, you hadn't been paying attention, and were very much shocked when the door wouldn't close properly. And when you glance up to find out who was stopping you from hiding away in the bathroom, Hoseok's large body was already pushing through the door frame.

"Hoseok- what-" you couldn't formulate words as you watched him kick the door shut, locking it behind him.

The restaurant he had taken you to was one of those fancy places with the stand alone bathrooms, so that each toilet was in its own separate room instead of the stalls like at McDonalds. Hoseok was especially grateful since it granted him the privacy needed to ruin you.

He crossed the room over to you in two steps, wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you tight against his body. You could feel the hardness of his chest pressed against your soft breasts, his arms like steel caging you against him so there was no space between you. You felt every breath he took, his chest pushing up against yours as he inhaled sharply. Slowly the air in your lungs seemed to disappear as you struggled to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Hoseok was pinning you with a hard stare, almost no colour left in his eyes as he peered into the depths of your soul, finding the desire you have burning for him buried there.

"I want you," he breathes, the hot air fanning against your face. "Let me have you, please."

The words get stuck in your throat. You've lost yourself in the heat of his gaze, allowing his lust to swallow you whole. You nod stupidly, jerking your head hoping that would be a good enough answer. He leans forward and for a hopeful second you think he's going to kiss you. At the last second, he dodges your mouth, brushing his lips against your cheek and softly biting your earlobe causing you to gasp, pulling on it with his teeth until it slips from his mouth.

By now you're a quivering mess, desperately holding onto his sides in an attempt to ground yourself. Not that it works, the muscle there was like steel under your fingertips. It made you want to explore the rest of his body, wondering if there was any part of him that was as soft as the heart that existed underneath his toned exterior.

"I need to hear you say it, baby, I want to hear you say it," the words drip like honey from his tongue, and you wonder if they taste just as sweet. "Say it, tell me what I want to hear."

"Yes," it slips out in a whisper, the consent of your darkest desires. "You can have me, please Hoseok, I need you."

When he hears his name come from your mouth, breathless and pleading for him, the last wisps of his self-control that he desperately held on to turns to ashes in his fingers as his lips find yours in a searing kiss that sets his body ablaze. He burns hot from your kiss, stealing the air from your lungs and replacing it with the fire that you've ignited in him.

You can't breathe, you can't think, the only thing you are aware of anymore is Hoseok when his tongue touches yours. His presence captures your mind, and invades every part of your being, filling you like smoke. His mouth is pressed hard against yours and it’s your sweetest nightmare come true with how hard he kissed you. It feels like all Hoseok’s yearning for you has erupted, and there is nothing you can do but let it swallow you whole.

He pulls away for a moment, gasping for air. It feels like you’ve been kissing for hours, or was it seconds? Time has lost all meaning in the cramped bathroom. You feel lightheaded and you don’t know whether it’s from the intensity of that kiss or the lack of oxygen but you can’t find it within yourself to care. All you can focus on is the colour dusted along Hoseok’s cheeks making his face seem brighter and the way he stares at you, dark and seductive with only one thing swirling around inside that pretty head of his. It’s increasingly difficult for you to get your breath back.

Once Hoseok feels like his lungs aren’t burning anymore, he closes the distance between you, taking his time getting nearer. He enjoys watching the way you squirm, little gusts of air leaving your parted mouth unevenly and he’s struck with the urge to stick his fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them. A wave of arousal pulses through his entire body at the thought of your hot tongue swirling around his fingers as you suck them deeper into your mouth.

Jesus fuck, he curses trying not to break to cool façade he has put up to tease you. If I’m already this fuckin’ hard just thinking about it, I might cum when she actually does it.

Despite becoming almost dizzy from the thought, Hoseok presses himself against you, smirking all the while. You were oblivious to the fact that you could easily break him out of his faux arrogance, pinned underneath his heated gaze and lost to any kind of rational and conscious thought. He was glad that you didn’t know how weak he was for you because for now he could use it to his advantage to endlessly tease you. There was no doubt in his mind that you would do the same once you figured him out, until then he wanted to keep you in a lustful haze, thoroughly enjoying your wide-eyed innocent expression.

You gasp in surprise when Hoseok pushes himself against you, effectively trapping you against bathroom wall, and you feel his arousal pressed tight against you. There is no space between you too- he made sure that you could feel every part of him on your own body. He was like steel, rigid and hot against your soft and pliant body. It was intoxicating.

He was intoxicating.

Especially when he was determined to feel your soft body, running his hands along every part of you he could reach. You were mesmerised by his hands gliding along your clothed flesh, squeezing at every handful he could grab.

“You feel nice,” he says against your lips, grabbing a handful of your ass. “So soft and squishy, I like it. Don’t you want to touch me too?”

The pout on his face doesn’t match the way he’s shamelessly groping you. You always suspected he had somewhat of a praise kink since he was always complimenting himself just so you would agree with him. Hoseok liked to show off, enjoying the praise he got when he did something good, and you were always more than willing to give it. He has given you way too much for you not to say every nice thing you could think of when the opportunity arose.

“I can already feel all of you,” you reply breathlessly.

Hoseok struggles to keep the pout on his face, elated at your response. “But I want to feel your hands on me,” he whines, nudging his nose against your cheek.

“Okay,” you say more to yourself than to him, awkwardly lifting your arms to feel him.

Your fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt before you bravely venture underneath, pressing your palms flat against his lower abdomen. Sliding your hands up, you feel the ridges of his abs, the muscle taunt underneath your fingertips. It’s an erotic experience standing in a bathroom feeling Hoseok’s muscled body. He shivers when you flick your fingers against his nipples, and you feel his body flex in response.

More excited than ever, Hoseok bravely slides his hand between your legs, dipping inside your tights to press his fingers against your clothed core. It becomes hard for you to think with his hand stuffed down your pants, creating delicious friction; his fingers rubbing against your clit through your underwear. His tongue slides against your neck, hot and wet, tasting the skin there. You squirm against him, opening your body for him to please.

You realise belatedly that you could come like this. Hoseok suckling softly on the skin above your collarbone just enough to not leave marks, and his fingers driving your into a lust filled haze. You had always been incredibly sensitive, but this was a new level of ridiculous; being able to get off from clitoral stimulation over your underwear in a restaurant bathroom.

"Hoseok, wait," you gasp out.

At your words, he stops immediately. His fingers pause in their ministrations but he doesn't withdraw them - leaving them pressed hard against your clit. You wish he would pull his hand out of your pants, it's difficult for you to concentrate when the only thing you can think about is the way your clit throbs from the lack of attention. He pulls away from your neck, glancing over you worriedly and it makes you want to cry because he's so damn considerate and all you can think about is how much you want to come.

"Are you alright? Am I going too fast for you? Because we can stop if you want," he rambles, cupping your face and gently stroking his thumb across your cheek.

"No- no- no- I'm fine," you're quick to reassure him, not wanting him to think you didn't want him to dick you down by the end of the day. "It's just that I don't think we should have sex in a bathroom. We haven't even finished our meal."

Hoseok looks stunned, scanning the room around him like he just remembered where the two of you were. "Oh my God," he whispers, horrified at himself. "I was going to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom."

His casual admission of actually wanting to have sex with you makes you flustered, even if it did sound a bit strange coupled with his innocent, appalled tone. Pure adoration breaks you out of your haze, just so you can admire how cute Hoseok is seconds after he was intent on trying to make your orgasm.

"It's okay," you chuckle. "I'm not opposed to semi-public sex, it's just that I think the waiter is going to notice we're missing."

You watch as Hoseok's cheeks colour pink as he blushes in embarrassment at the thought of something finding the two of you messing around in a bathroom. This was one of his favourite restaurants, he'd hate to never come back here because of this even if he did enjoy the slight exhibitionism and thrill of being caught. His sheepish expression makes you smile so wide it feels like your face is going to split.

"Ah-you're probably hungry and I'm distracting you from eating. We should go back, you need to eat."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "Hoseok, we can eat later. I'm so sexually frustrated that I might explode if you don't do something about it."

Hoseok is silent for a long moment, studying your face. You say nothing but stare back at him. Heat climbs into your cheeks at your outburst, hoping that he does something other than just look at you. Anxiety bubbles in the pit of your stomach, filling you with unease as he studies you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking; his eyes were dark and hooded, and his face was unreadable- no emotion you could easily detect present. Or maybe you were just bad at reading people, you didn't even know he was going to follow you into the bathroom.

You wish you could read his mind. You know that he wants to fuck you - he admitted to you a minute ago, but did you come off as too desperate and turn him off? Does he not like you anymore? Did you ruin the moment? Paranoia starts to taint your mind, dampening your arousal as the seconds tick by, effectively ruining the moment.

"Let's go back to my place," he says finally, dragging you out of the bathroom.

Inside the safety of Hoseok's apartment, there is no more hesitation or waiting. There is no teasing or taking time to explore each other. The both of you are much too desperate for that; pushing up against each other, needing to feel his body against your own. The frustration that has mounted between the two of you for months has finally broken, filling and freeing you from the sexual desperation that has been plaguing you since you met Hoseok. It's messy, the way your mouths are clashed together, tugging carelessly at clothing, not knowing whether you were undressing Hoseok or yourself, only knowing that your clothes were falling away as the two of you tripped around each other going to his bedroom.

He's stealing your breath again, seemingly sucking the air right out of your lungs to fill his. You're memorising the inside of his mouth with your tongue, familiarising yourself with the taste of him. Hoseok is groping at your body; his hands are warm against your bare skin, feeding into the fire coursing through you and converging between your legs.

You don't even realise that you've made it to his bedroom until he's separated himself from you and you're falling onto the soft sheets of his bed. There a second for you to admire Hoseok's naked glory; skin glistening from the sheen of sweat that covers his skin, chest heaving from being out of breath. Your eyes are drawn to the outline of his cock straining through his briefs. Subconsciously you press your legs together to unsuccessfully relieve some of the pressure building there.

Hoseok regards you with his hooded gaze, noting your erect nipples and the way you clamp your legs together. Curious, he kneels on the bed, crawling his way over to you skimming his hands along your legs as he goes. He parts your thighs gently, unable to look away from the wet spot staining your underwear. Your body flushes all over as you struggle with self-consciousness, resisting the urge to close your legs. You don't though, the hungry look in Hoseok's eyes is enough for you to spread them a little wider, slipping your fingers under the waistband of your underwear.

He watches you slide your underwear down your legs, unable to take his eyes off the way your free yourself from the flimsy scrap of fabric that is stained with your arousal. Once they were off, you tossed them aside and swallowed your anxiety and fear, parting your legs once again, giving him the perfect view of your dripping cunt. Almost subconsciously, his tongue darts out swiping over his lips with the need to taste you. He couldn't help himself as he ran his thumb over your wet heat, coating it in your arousal and pressing it against your clit making you shiver.

"Hoseok," you moaned out, squirming as he toyed with you. "Please, please don't tease- I can't take it."

"No?" Hoseok pushes his thumb inside of you, as far as he could go. Your walls clenched around his thumb and he bit his lip as another wave of dizzying arousal washed through his body. You whined at him, gripping at his sheets and writhing from his teasing. "Are you not enjoying this?"

You were- you were enjoying this way too much, but it wasn't enough. "Pleeeease Hoseok- I need you- I need more."

Begging. He couldn't believe he had reduced you to begging, he always thought that he would be the one to beg for any kind of satisfaction. But here you were, naked in his bed, writhing around moaning and begging for him. Hoseok struggled to think about anything else other than burying his cock inside you. God, he was so close to coming, already so close and you two had hardly done anything.

"Alright baby, I'll give you more."

Faster than you could comprehend, Hoseok had stood up and whipped off his briefs, exposing himself to you. His cocks stands proudly against his abdomen, pink, thick and already leaking with precum. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, and you’re desperate to taste him, becoming more than eager to choke on it. Without thinking, you reach out for it while he was in the middle of putting on a condom, much too excited to have him in your mouth. Hoseok catches your hand before you can touch him, his free hand on your chin forcing you to look up at him.

“No, I’m going to come as soon as you do,” he scolds, pushing you back on the bed.

You scramble to sit up, not even noticing the loss of his teasing demeanour in your desperation for him. “I want to suck you off.”

“No,” Hoseok says again, forcing you on your back and moving to hover over you, holding your thighs open so you couldn’t move. “I’ve been waiting too long to be inside you, I can’t wait anymore.”

Hoseok uses his strength against you, pinning you to the bed so you wouldn't distract him from his mission to properly fuck you. His cock was throbbing something awful, making his desperate to bury himself inside of you, needing to feel you drenched walls around him. He holds himself up above you on his hands, crowding you with his large frame. You're surprised by his size, as he seems much bigger than usual as he hovers over you. Your whimper when you feel his cock sliding against your core as he leans down to kiss you.

You try to shift your hips, craving any sort of friction against your swollen clit. There has barely been any proper foreplay but it feels like you've come twice with how sensitive you are. Though you couldn’t care less about foreplay, you were aching to be filled, to be stretched open by his cock. Your whole body was tense with anticipation.

“Please, please, please,” you beg, reaching to grip his ass to press his hips closer against yours. “Please, Hoseok, please I need you to fuck me.”

Hoseok was in no mood to play games anymore. He had reached his limit long ago. He couldn’t ignore the way his cock pulsated at your pleading, he was far too consumed by his arousal to care about anything else anymore. Every part of him screamed with the need to be inside you.

A part of him did want to taste you, to feel you orgasm on your tongue but he shoved that thought away, promising to eat you until you passed out later.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he presses his mouth against yours, swallowing your cries as he buries his cock inside of you.

You're so wet that there is no resistance when he pushes inside. It makes you clench around him as he fills you up. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes from being overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of being deliciously stretched open and filled so good that you were questioning your belief in god. He’s thick, and harder than steel inside of you that it makes your eyes roll.

Hoseok curses once he’s seated deep inside of you. “You feel so good, baby, holy shit.”

You whine his name again, bucking your hips against his to get him to move, desperate for any kind of friction. You could feed your orgasm building quickly; the months you spent sexually frustrated made you sensitive and you’ve become fucking greedy for any kind of sexual contact. All you want in this moment is for Hoseok to ruthlessly pound you into the mattress.

Hoseok moans and presses your hips into his bed, preventing you from moving. He buries his head in your neck; you can feel him breathing against your neck. “I’m not gonna- fuck- wait.”

He can feel it right there, your wet warmth has him already so close to his orgasm. He should be embarrassed by the fact that he’s ready to come so early when you’ve barely done anything to him, but he’s been waiting to have you for months. Hoseok has dreamed about this moment for months now, he doesn’t want it to end – the overwhelming sensation of being inside your soaking heat, clenching around him so hard it feels like he couldn’t pull out if he tried. Not that he wants to.

But he’s more than aware that you need more stimulation than that. Gently, he wraps an arm around your waist, moving away from your neck to look at you. You’re caught off guard by the way he looks at you; open adoration and desire, looking at you like all his dreams have come true. You’re sure that you have the same expression on your face, not quite believing that you’re lying in his bed and Hoseok is balls deep inside of you. He looks ethereal, flushed from sex; his pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed and sweat collecting at his forehead. You feel like the luckiest person on earth to be able to see him in such a vulnerable state.

Without any warning for you, Hoseok tilts his hips back and starts a hard pace, knocking the breath out of you and drowning you in the intoxicating sensation of his cock filling you up over and over again. His hips rock against yours violently that it causes you to become mindless, only able to focus on the intense pleasure pooling between your legs. You’re unable to do anything but cling to him.

Fingertips dig into Hoseok’s skin, nails biting at him. You don’t even realise that you’re doing it – or that he enjoys the pain as he scrapes his teeth along the column of your neck in return. Kissing is much too difficult when you’re barely able to comprehend anything other than the irresistible stimulation of Hoseok’s body pushing inside of yours. Nor do you realise how vocal you’ve gotten, moaning out his name. Hoseok certainly notices, and he has to fight with everything he has not to come from the sound of you desperately moaning out his name. His name has never sounded more pleasing than it did coming from your mouth as you repeated it like a prayer.

Your desire reaches a crescendo as Hoseok reaches between your bodies, fingers carelessly rubbing at your clit, lighting the nerve endings there on fire. Your back arches off the bed pressing your chest into his and your whole body shudders violently from your orgasm. You’re aware of nothing other than the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through your body that leaves you breathless.

Hoseok comes the second you do, set off by the way your body shudders against his and he has to hold your hips in place so that he doesn’t accidentally pull out and ruin his orgasm. He buries his cock as deep as he could, relishing the way your walls clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth as he spills into the condom. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wishes there wasn’t the thin barrier of the condom.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you come down from your high, panting and sweaty, boneless from your powerful orgasm. You’ve never come that hard in your entire life, and it makes it difficult for you to keep your eyes open as it has completely exhausted you. Hoseok isn’t much better than you, not wanting to pull out and end the peaceful moment after such an earth-shattering orgasm. But when the pain of overstimulation kicks in, he’s forced to slip out, smirking when you shudder from the feeling.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing soft kisses against your cheeks and the corner of your mouth.

You breathe out an affirmative response, unable to fight to keep your eyes open any longer.

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peachoony · 3 years

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monsta x in bed

shownu

• lord this man is so ripped

• shownu is so soft

• a very soft dom

• but don’t get me wrong he will still ruin you

• sex with him is all about duality

• i personally don’t think he would go hardcore

• but if it’s that what you want then you’re in for a long night

• you’ll be taking the next day off

• he will be so careful to not hurt you

• or make uncomfortable in any way

• but the moment he knows what gets you going,,,,jesus

• his dick will do wonders to you

• will make your legs S H A K E

• he loves doing all the work

• but won’t mind your mouth around him

• ok but have you seen that back?!?!?!

• just imagine leaving marks over that muscular back

• gosh this man will do you right in all the possible ways

wonho

• don’t even get me started on this man

• probably a switch

• mean dom and bratty sub. change my mind

• he is the definition of ‘a bean in the streets, a daddy in the sheets’

• that was just MADE for him okay

• he is the most caring and soft boyfriend ever

• but the moment yall are getting on it???

• that’s not hoseok anymore that’s wonho

• will fuck you so good you won’t be able to form a sentence

• after those ig pics i just know he has a mirror kink

• will fuck you in front of that mirror

• if you look away he will punish you for sure

• he will just throw you around in the bed like have you seen those guns

• he will fuck you senseless, yes BUT has his soft love making days

• oh my god missionary with him

• his strong arms around your body while he makes love to you

• in conclusion: wonho will make you the happiest person

minhyuk

• he is such a sweet human being

• must be soft in bed huh

• well,,,, no he’s not

• a rough dom

• you wanna dom him? he will make you regret even thinking about it

• a kinky mf right here like he has the craziest kinks

• since he is pretty loud as a person

• a moaner like this man has heavenly moans

• pretty rough in bed

• he will make you forget your name, bet

• will use lots of pet names, but not the cute ones,,,hell nah

• he is such a tease omg

• will tell you not to cum and if you do

• may god be with you

• that man will make it his mission to ruin you till you see stars

• will make you talk to him while he fingers you

• the type to make you gag around his dick

• i feel like he wants to get caught so a lot of public sex

kihyun

• THIS MAN DEAR LORD

• he is such a daddy

• a rough dom

• no matter what happens he has the control

• you wanna ride him? he will control your hips

• he will fuck you so so so good

• a dirty talker omg

• his mouth is so filthy and sinful

• has a daddy/master/sir kink,,,,fight me

• he is a sadist

• will make you see the pleasure in pain

• will make you scream his name for sure

• he’s the type to overstimulate the shit out of you

• y’all not leaving the bedroom before he made you at least cum for the third time

• would give you the dirtiest smirk while you beg him to stop

• you got my word when i say he will give leg shaking sex

• is a 50/50 man

• loves getting pleased just as much as he loves pleasing you

• he will mock your begging/moans the next day like the mf he is

• top fucking tier aftercare

hyungwon

• ok hear me out

• bossy savage

• he will literally boss you around

• sadistic as fuck

• he loves it when you cry actual tears because of the pleasure

• won’t disappoint in bed ever

• the type to tie up and just watch you orgasm over and over again while holding a vibrator against you

• he will just raise his eyebrow when you’d beg him to stop

• well ,,,he will not stop for sure

• will make you question your sanity

• the sex is so good omg you will not get enough of that dick

• will act oblivious when you drop hints that you want sex

• he will make you use your words because he is a bastard

• another one to use degrading pet names

• you’re his slut, whore and what else

• he may not be extremely kinky but will still fuck you into the next day

• he will literally blindfold you and then chuckle like a villian because you won't be able to do anything

joohoney

• i see lots of people saying he is a sub or switch

• but have yall seen him in no mercy???

• he literally had no mercy on anyone

• that cute joohoney is just a facade

• in no way do i believe he is actually that cute

• i mean yes he is a cutie patootie

• but he in bed he is a fucking beast

• also he is a rapper

• that tongue will do wonders on you

• he will eat you out so good you won’t be able to tell apart left and right

• will force your legs open and overstimulate you

• omg i just know this mf has a big fat cock

• size kink!!!!

• he will fuck you until your numb down there

• stamina of a god damn beats

• if you initiate sex,,,,,be prepared to get fucked through the night to sunrise

• you will cum all night long man

• DUALITY

• will finger you while his dimples poke out

• a+ aftercare because you’re his queen

I.M

• my prayers are with you bestie

• this man will ruin you in ways you didn’t even know they existed

• he will show you another world

• he is a sadistic dom

• i mean have you seen him?

• he definitely knows what he is doing

• HIS TONGUE

• fuck stars his tongue will make you see the whole universe

• possessive sex

• will make you say his name no matter how much you’re struggling

• pretty laid back

• but will let everything out in the bedroom

• either passionate and love making typ of sex

• or rough and leg shaking typ of sex

• the first one only happens when he is trying to display his emotions

• will pull your hair 10/10

• this mf will make you try every position ever since he is very experimental

• another degrader

• that dick will make you do things,,,, whew

• the pleasure will make roll your eyes to the back of your head

• you will need a nap after that because you lost the ability to even form a sentence

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Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz

Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)

Pairing: University Librarian Namjoon x Spoiled University Student Reader

Word count: 20.8k

Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.

Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)

Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.

A/N: I am planning on editing this and adding more very very soon!

HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE) by @ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: Hockey Player Jin x Ex-Figure Skater Reader

Word count: 20k

Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )

The One Where They Do It in Every Room (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: oral (male and female), slight voyeurism, some dirty talk

Summary: Your boyfriend, Seokjin, is an annoyingly loyal reader of the lifestyle website, Refinery29. Too often, you find yourself the recipient of his determined curiosity.

A/N: I am planning on editing this and adding more very very soon!

Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Baby, You Can Drive My Car

Pairing: Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Brat University Student Reader

Word count: 24.6k

Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?

Warnings: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Eden’s Notes: My personal favorite fic from this writer!

Maybe She Can Drive His Car

Pairing: Oblivious Boyfriend Mechanic Min Yoongi x University Student Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 11.6k

Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz

Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.

Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:

^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^

The One with the Scrunchie:

Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.

Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:

Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"

Hellish by @jungshookz

Pairing: Incubus Min Yoongi x University Student (Non-Supernatural Believer) Reader

Word count: 22.1k

Warnings: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens!

Eden’s Notes: I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie

Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz

Pairing: Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl Reader

Word count: 18.4k

Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!

Warnings: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Technologically in love by @jungshookz

Pairing: Android Min Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 24k+

Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!

Eden’s Notes: I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written. this fic just radiates your early 20s living alone..but with an android boyfriend.

Listen Closely by @avveh

Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader

Word count: 12.2k

Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light.

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)

Eden’s Notes: this fic made me feel things. it’s been over a month and I still think about this concept. I wanna see the hard drive!

Triplicity (M) by @kainks

Pairing: Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Wordcount: 11.1K

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Eden’s Notes: please. i want this. i want them. i fell in love w/ them both. what’s a girl gotta do??

Aquiver (M) by @floralseokjin

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Parts: 8 (completed)

Word count: total: 86,112 chapters: 10.1k, 11.5k, 10.9k, 10.4k, 9.4k, 12.8k, 11.7k, 9k.

Warnings: mature themes, talk of masturbation, smut, language, fluff, mentions of death, angst, romance, out of character behaviour, controlling behaviour.

Summary:

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

a brew of wings by @inkedtae

Pairing: dragon!yoongi x witch!reader (f.)

Word Count: 10.3k

Genre: daechwita inspired, fantasy, magic realism, smut, fluff, angst-ish, hybrid au, shifter au, 18+

Summary: your tiny tea shop is the perfect front for harbouring hybrid fugitives

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of captivity, mentions of death, hard dom!yoongi, lip piercing!yoongi, big dicc!yoongi, tattooed!yoongi, sub!reader, tea shop owner!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it to tap it), rough sex, a lil dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, begging, teasing, spanking, a lil choking, spit play, breath play

Eden’s Notes: Love this world the author built alot! i’ll always love fantasy daechwita inspired fics!

Keeping a Secret (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: New Relationship Hoseok x New Relationship Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!

Eden’s Notes: I’m so weak for Hobi in general and everything about this fic just radiates Jung Hoseok to me. the energy is the same.

Studio by @joonbird

Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax.

Redolence (M) by @seokiie

Pairing: Sexy Choreographer Roomate Hoseok x Roomate Reader

Word count: 7k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Summary: Hoseok’s clothes keep going missing. You’re the only person living in the apartment so you must know what’s going on, right? Warnings: unprotected sex, voyeurism, scent kink, grinding, Hoseok has a fat cock and he also has untimely boners.

Eden’s Notes: Hobi fics just make me weak in the knees. I can only take so much. He himself is a concept.

Friendly Fire (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: ex-fuck buddy Hoseok x crush Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 10.4k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Summary: The dynamic: Hoseok; your friend and previous fuck buddy. Jungkook; Hoseok’s roommate and subject of your massive crush. The scene: determined not to drunk-gush about your crush any more (to his face), you decide to seclude yourself from all campus parties. Until, of course, Hoseok guilts you into a favor. Things spiral from there.

Eden’s Notes: 25% set up & 75% smut. Hobi is a fuck boy in this! But he’s still likeable and quite sexy too.

Triplicity (M) by @kainks

Pairing: Yoonseok x Reader Poly!AU

Word count: 11.1K

Summary: Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.

Eden’s Notes: please. i want this. i want them. i fell in love w/ them both. what’s a girl gotta do??

Madeleine (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Hoseok (or “Jay”) x Reader (or “Juliet”)

Word count: 20.9k

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night thing. Just one, perfect night to remember forever. Life, it seems, has other plans.

Warnings: 18 + (explicit sex - public, dirty talk)

Eden’s Notes: I love this author. This is apart of an Arranged Marriage AU series they did w/ another author. I just loved this particular fic so much!

Never Too Early by @avveh

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Hoseok decides it’s never too early for a bit of dessert.

Warnings: Smut (18+)

Eden’s Notes: I can’t believe i forgot to add this one before. i still think about this fic and i read it months ago.

Flower Series by @readyplayerhobi

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Chapters: 40 ; Drabbles: 5

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving), penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, panic attack, discussions of car accidents, mentions of character death, body issues, sex toys, stress,

Summary: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

Eden’s Notes: ..I want to marry and bed this Hoseok so bad irl. He is literally my irl ideal type! In my eyes he’s literally perfect and i was blessed to experience this alternate version hoseok just saying.

renegade. by @junghelioseok

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: angst | action | smut | demon!au

Word count: 34.4k

Summary: call it what you will—an unfortunate mistake, a lapse in judgment, a really, really bad fuck-up. it doesn’t change the fact that you willingly signed your soul away to an infuriatingly handsome, disarmingly affable crossroads demon after tragedy struck. and it definitely doesn’t change the fact that you’re on the run from that very same demon, now that ten years have passed and your time’s up.

Warnings: heavily inspired by supernatural and buffy ofc. preemptive apologies to any latin speakers out there. minor character deaths, grieving, implied depression, violence. mc literally dismembers someone-thing at one point. hobi’s big dick + big dick energy. there are handcuffs involved. oral (m receiving), a tiny bit of choking & spanking, dirty talk, mild degradation. a smidge of jungkook x reader if u squint.

Eden’s Notes: I had to read this in two sittings on two different days because of my job and let me just tell you I was itching to finish this one. It also made me really want to start up all 15 seasons of supernatural again so beware of that temptation lol

for science | jhs | m by @noteguk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: in which Hoseok hears through the grapevine that you give one of the best blowjobs ever, and he needs to test it to be sure.

Warnings: blowjob (duh), dirty talk, praising and stupid pet names, cum eating, deepthroating (the oc has no gag reflex), Hoseok finds heaven, kind of crack? Idk don’t take this seriously, college!au, hoseok x reader (with a mention of past Jimin x reader), studying sessions being interrupted in the name of science

Eden’s Notes: i’m a sucker for hoseok focused college drabbles! I also really like the take that in this one hobi isn’t superly over confident. (dont get me wrong we love a confident hoseok but we also love a bit of duality lol)

heart-on. by @junghelioseok

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut | strangers to lovers!au

Word count: 10.1k

Summary: our one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

Warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

Eden’s Notes: ...I fucking love this trope! lol sorry but i have two separate hoseok fics with different settings and such on this rec list with the same twist and i just love them both to death! the plot line just fits him so well and I can’t get enough of it!

Let’s Put On A Show by @readyplayerhobi

Pairing: Camboy!Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word Count: 21.5k

Warnings: Dom!Hoseok, male masturbation, voyeurism, camming, dirty talk, sub!Hoseok, dom!reader, sex toys, male anal, oral sex (male and female), penetrative sex, handjob, fingering,

Summary: Welcome to HopeWorld! Lay back and enjoy a show with BehindTheScene’s number one dominant camboy, Hope! Are you looking for a Master to make you whine? A Sir to make you beg? Or a Daddy to treat you right? Hope’s got something for everyone...

Eden’s Notes: Perfect blend of Smut and Fluff. The smut is really well written with the softer moments being just really fucking cute.

ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW) by @boymeetsweevil

Pairing: Husband Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader

Word count: ~3.7k

Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it

Eden’s Notes: If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!

No Strings (Series) by @kpopfanfictrash

| contains: smut, angst, fluff | First Fic in the Series |

summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer.

[Part I] (M) | wordcount: 3k

[Part II] (M) | wordcount: 3.4k

[Part III] | wordcount: 3.9k

[Part IV] (M) | wordcount: 3.9k

[Part V] | wordcount: 4k

[Part VI] | wordcount: 4k

[Part VII] (M) | wordcount: 4.9k

[Part VIII] | wordcount: 3.6k

[Part IX] | wordcount: 3.9k

[Part X] (M) | wordcount: 5.5k

Lover to Lean On: by @sketchguk

Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader

Word Count: 19.9k

Warnings: 18+ (Eventual Smut)

Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

Eden’s Notes: I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!

Ballet Teacher Jimin Universe by @jungshookz

you’re his favourite student but jimin will never admit that even though it’s fairly obvious.

word count: 2.5k | contains: fluff | First Fic in the Series

summary: y/n is a big dum-dum for not telling jimin about her sprained ankle and he wants to kiss the bruise on her knee but that’s probably not a good idea

you should probably learn how to keep your mouth shut.

word count: 3k | contains: fluff

summary: Jimin’s hot. everyone with eyes can see this and will admit this, but when reader tries to deny this little fact the other girls take that as a challenge to get them to admit the undeniable truth...but at the very very wrong time.

maybe jimin feels a little bad that he’s keeping all of you in class on valentine’s day.

word count: 1.6k | contains: fluff | might be my favorite update in the series <3

summary: jimin shows his sweet side and some special treatment. also jimin being perplexed by his feelings.

staying after class to help jimin clean up turns out to be a lot more interesting than you thought it’d be.

word count: 8k | contains: fluff & smut/implied smut

summary: ballet class is done for the day and jimin is rubbing down the bars/wiping the foggy mirrors and y/n sees him and shes like you guys go ahead. then she stays to help him bc he works so hard to be a good teacher. mostly cute things happen but also some words r exchanged that make it a little hot n heavy heh

once again - you should probably learn how to keep your mouth shut.

wordcount: 3.6k | contains: angst-ish (not bad)

summary: jimin has to pull the strict professor card on reader after they talk back.

if lisa and co. are going to pop over for another surprise visit another day, you and jimin are going to need a better plan.

wordcount: 2.4k | contains: fluff & smut/implied smut

summary: the title explains it pretty well. bad timing, reader wearing jimin’s shirt, & jimin naked and hiding lol.

jimin thinks you can’t commit to him and that’s not the truth at all.

wordcount: 10.7k | contains: ANGST!

summary: after watching a particularly electric performance by mr. park and miss im, a little voice in the back of your head suggests there may be a slight possibility that jimin is still in love with his ex — which can’t be true... right?

Eden’s Notes: SPOILERS-ISH..If you like pain you can read this. i think its still on-going (so i have hope) but this is the last update so far and it is just angst and me screaming at the characters cuz they’re both stubborn! So if you don’t like angst skip the last update.

Tension (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+ (Explicit sex, threesome, cum play, dirty talk)

Summary: Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you?

Eden’s Notes: I love this writers threesome drabbles

Knife’s Edge Series by @readyplayerhobi

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, violence

Chapters: 10

Word count: ~51.8k

Summary: The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

Eden’s Notes: My favorite thing about this fic is the moral complexity of the characters or more specifically the MC/Reader. This is because they aren’t a morally perfect person like usually and even though i don’t agree with their line of thinking in the fic or even actions through out,..i understand it.

Stuck with You by @jungshookz

Pairing: Roommate Kim Taehyung x Roomate Reader

Word count: 37k

Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.

The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble) by @jungshookz

( Continuation of Stuck with You )

Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW

Silk and Skin (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung

Word Count: 4,948

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Taehyung, are playing a game of truth or dare when a very distinctive kink emerges from the fray.

Warnings: (oral, cum shot in panties, dirty talk, slight degradation….. I’m sorry, idk)

Eden’s Notes: one word = Kinky. This Taehyung is quite Kinky and Cute ;*

Gods-blessed (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung

Word Count: 5,867

Genre: Fantasy

Summary: You, a soldier dubbed Gods-blessed; he, a half-demon indebted to hell. On what could be the last night of this world, you are reunited with your beloved.

Warnings: oral (female), unprotected sex, dirty talk, death/mature themes, Latin words?

Eden’s Notes: this author always creates such beautiful universes. it’s a small pwp but still the universe is so well crafted!

tunnel vision by @kooktrash

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 13k

Summary: you’ve just gotten yourself a job working with the campus crush, kim taehyung. he’s quiet and brooding but everyone is obsessed with him including your best friend. what do you when she asks for your help in dating him when he’s catching feelings for you instead? he’s supposed to notice her but he’s got tunnel vision when it comes to you.

Warnings: 13k words. college au. barista au. fem!reader, tsundere taehyung if u squint. looks like could kill u but is actually a cinnamon roll taehyung. unrequited love. reader has insecurities. Taehyung is forward and expressive. mentions of toxic friend dynamics. f2l kinda. smut. fluff. protective sex. 69, oral [f and m]. riding. missionary. rough but loving schmut. tae’s got good intentions. soft dirty talk, a lot of foreplay, nipple play, cunnilingus, messy but passionate. reader gives toe curling head. Tae got a big one but that’s just a fact.

Eden’s Notes: great plot with equally great smut scene. also for only 13k words it really paints a pretty good indepth plot pretty quickly. i was hooked and curious from the start.

PRESS START by @softyoongiionly

Pairing: Established Relationship Jeon Jungkook x Established Relationship Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex.

Eden’s Notes: this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD! (gender-neutral I believe!)

Friendly Fire (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: ex-fuck buddy Hoseok x crush Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 10.4k

Warnings: 18+ (Smut)

Eden’s Notes: 25% set up & 75% smut. Jungkook a loveable, sexy, frat bro. & Hobi the fuck boy friend that...means well.

Ember Burning (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fantasy / Dragon / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Word Count: 36,079

Summary: The dragon riders of Duret Ghal are known across the continent; fierce warriors who take to the skies on their leashed, winged beasts. You are the last Dragon Queen of Ashya, ruler of a dying species who can transform from human to Dragon at will. When a new foe emerges which threatens both Dragon and rider alike, you find yourself forced to broker peace with your former enemy. The King of Duret Ghal, and a dragon rider himself: Jeon Jungkook.

Trigger Warnings: somewhat graphic depiction of a shoulder injury

NSFW Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, big cock, dirty talk, hair pulling (her to him).... tattooed, man-bun jungkook who has a big sword

Eden’s Notes: Long but 100% worth the read!!! The Universe the writer created is very well described and crafted for a non contentious fic. Also the relationship they created between jungkook and the oc/reader is beautifully done! HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!

Ruin the Friendship (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Word Count: 8,062

Summary: your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for The Feelings. (best friends to lovers!AU)

Warnings: (oral, dirty talk, body worship)

Eden’s Notes: this makes me simp and feel single...but in a good way. I have a type when it comes to jungkook fics and its soft but slutty college boyfriend vibes. this fits that really well! Warning though...Jungkook gives off ick vibes at the VERY VERY beginning but he ain’t bad after that!

Over the Edge (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

PT.II of Ruin the Friendship (M)

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Word Count: 9,106

Summary: so, you’re dating. everything is dandy, the sex is knocking your socks off, but what happens when you get in the First Real Fight?

Warnings: semi-public sex, mirror sex, dirty talk (slight degradation), unprotected sex, a sweaty locker room

Eden’s Notes: The Bathroom Scene w/ all the guys..that was amazing! idk if it was supposed to be funny but i was cracking up the entire time! This fic does address real conversations and potential problems that happen in relationships. I really love how the writer showed that side of things. Then some delicious Apology Sex, which is always great!

Tension (M) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+ (Explicit sex, threesome, cum play, dirty talk)

Summary: Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you?

Eden’s Notes: I love this writers threesome drabbles

Knife’s Edge Series by @readyplayerhobi

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, violence

Chapters: 10

Word count: ~51.8k

Hopping Mad for You by @readyplayerhobi

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook

Summary: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little...unusual.

Eden’s Notes: no, because i find this fic just really cute with all the bunny mannerisms. i couldn’t not add it to this list.

Gym Bunny Series by @bebejungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.

Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.

Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

Eden’s Notes: I love this fic for so many reasons! I have only read a hand full of good curvy reader x bts fics before and this series is definitely one of the great ones.

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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steal me with a kiss — lee hoseok/wonho

a/n: this was the most self-indulgent thing i’ve ever written and believe me, as someone who’s masterlist is like half wonho, mostly everything i write is self indulgent. this fic has consumed so much of my soul, it’s probably my favorite thing i’ve ever written honestly so pls enjoy 👀👀 also big thank you to leila, jazzy, nae, and rosie for listening to me while i was writing this when i would not shut up about it <33

word count: 4.0k (i kNOW)

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, lots of kissing, hickeys and marks, oral (f receiving), fingering (m receiving), pegging, dacryphilia/crying, aftercare scene, some angst, he’s a bit different than i usually write him, not exactly bratty but up until the end he’s not the sweet bunny that i usually write him as :,)

summary: so pull me closer and kiss me hard, i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

in short: wonho is a daydream and a nightmare all wrapped up with a pretty little bow. he’s the cutest thing to ever exist, his body is impossible to take your gaze off of, his smile wrecks your heart and his smirk makes you lose your mind. he’s an unforgettable beauty, and the worst thing is: he knows it.

you’re not sure what exactly you are with him, whether you’re dating or you’re just friends with benefits or if you’re just so wrapped around his finger that it’s impossible to escape.

you remember the moment you got hooked on the pink-haired beauty.

the scene is set at minhyuk’s party last year. you remember how minhyuk even warned you. he warmed you how the pretty boy with the muscles and the pink hair picks his target and steals their heart ruthlessly, sucking them in with cute smiles and dark smirks. it’s like he doesn’t even have a heart of his own.

you remember the way he pulled you away to a room where you were alone.

you remember how his hands wandered as you dragged your nails against his skin and wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling satisfaction from how you could feel his pulse, feel his breaths in and out even if you weren’t actually choking him yet. however, there wasn’t a single bit of fear in those dark brown eyes. you kissed him while he smiled against your lips with you still holding his neck. he tasted like the sweetest liquor and you wanted nothing more than to get drunk on this pretty thing, “you’re so pretty with my hands around your neck.”

you remember how he still smirked and winked when you murmured how you’d love to ruin him. his touch kept you just as locked against him as you kissed him until you were satisfied, pulling back to simply stare at him, his pretty lips all parted and puffy from your bites, eyes half-lidded giving him the impression of both the predator and the prey.

you remember how his hands wandered under your clothes, holding your waist against him, and you remember how perfect his body looked up close, how you’d kill just to get your teeth on his neck and chest, how you were already imagining him shivering before you even knew what this boy’s presence would do to you.

and you distinctly remember how he pulled away from it all so easily, left a kiss on your cheek, and disappeared out the door without a trace. ever since that moment, it’s been him in your head, his smile and his eyes and his lips and his body that floods your thoughts.

and you can tell that he loves it, he thrives off of the attention. he’s constantly flirting, sending you sweet messages just to keep you thinking about him (there’s really no need to, you already are most of the time), etc. it’s enough to drive you mad.

most of your interactions are just his teasing words, his pretty smile, and/or his intoxicatingly beautiful body, leaving you starstruck. it’s either that or he drags you away to make out. maybe you’ll wrap your hands around his neck or maybe you’ll bite his lip and taste the blood or maybe something else entirely and then disappear right from under your grasp once again. he’s an enigma.

and then he calls you one day, saying all the sweet nothings he always says before getting to what he actually wants you for, “you should come over, baby.”

“i’m busy, wonho, maybe next week,” you murmur, but it’s a lie. you know it’s a lie and, perceptive as he is, he knows it too.

“but you said that last week! are you avoiding me?” he pouts. you can’t see it but you know he does, he makes the kind of voice he does when he pouts.

“what? no, i’m not avoiding you—,” bullshit, you absolutely were, “— but i have things to do. i’m sorry the world doesn’t revolve around you.”

“yours does,” he mumbles under his breath jokingly (though he’s not wrong), “c’mon, i just want a little bit of your time! don’t you miss kissing me?” yes, yes you absolutely do. take away all of his smirkings and teasing words and he’s absolutely heavenly to kiss, perfectly melting against you in a way that’ll make your head spin. his bruised lips haunt your memories, his soft, dazed eyes are all you want to see.

“i- wonho, please,” you plead, but knowing he’d already won you over, “don’t talk like that. you’re playing so dirty.”

he giggles, “hmmm, but don’t you wanna kiss me? bite my lips? kiss me until i’m aching? leave bruises on my hips from how tightly you hold me-?”

you hang up the phone on him.

god, why did he have to talk like that? it makes your cheeks flush, so flustered from his words, so wrapped around the idea of doing all those things to him it makes your head spin.

wonho. the boy with the softest giggles and sweetest eye smile and the smirks that drive you wild and the body that would make anyone’s knees weak. maybe he’s so used to people wanting to be ruined by him and that’s why you interest him so much because there’s no other reason he’d give you so much of his attention.

he doesn’t exactly give it out to you freely, but it’s so much more than anyone else gets. you’re sure it’s because he adores the attention, so he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit more dominant than he’s used to (he might even like it).

it’s so obvious how much you’ve fallen for the pretty boy with pink hair, the lovesick feeling in your heart never quite dissipating. it’s obvious because even after all the attempts at trying to avoid him today, you’re there knocking at his door, and he’s pulling you in quickly as he shuts the door and pins you to the wall as fast as he can, keeping himself as close as possible to you as he murmurs, “hi, baby.”

it’s incredible how breathless it leaves you, but you pull yourself together almost instantly, pulling him closer by his waist, humming in contentment as your hands rub up and down his waist, feeling the muscles that drive you so desperately crazy, “hello there, my pink prince.”

he giggles, “you like my hair a lot, don’t you?”

“guilty as charged,” you murmur, raising one of your hands to grip him by the back of the neck, giving him no chance of escape as you press a kiss to his lips. he smiles because fuck he’s always smiling like the cheeky bitch he is. his smile is so beautiful but it’s always laced with the right amount of cocky energy to keep you on edge.

he pulls back just to murmur, teasing in the way he speaks, “you can kiss me harder than that,” and so you do. you grip his jaw so tightly you just hope it hurts, kissing him with the intention of leaving his lips aching with cuts and bruises. he moans as you kiss him, knowing it’ll drive you insane, and of course, it does.

once you’re done with his lips, having sufficiently bruised them up, you start to kiss down his jaw, bringing your hands back down to his waist to keep him against you, before pulling away, “was that hard enough for you, baby?” you ask with a mocking tone when you say the pet name he loves so much.

“nothing’s enough for me, baby,” he breathes a bit heavily, still with that stupid grin on his face, and you roll your eyes, “you know you love me.”

you sigh, because god he’s right but you want to wipe that smirk off of his face. ‘of course i do but god you really love to watch me suffer don’t you?’ your head is so clouded with feelings of him you can’t exactly boil down to one word. is it love? or do you just want to see him break, see all of his act break down? “you're going to drive me insane,” you mumble under your breath, “you can’t bring me here just to taunt me.”

“i can do what i want, baby, your heart is mine to break,” he murmurs, but you’ve had enough of his attitude.

it’s your turn to smirk, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt, whispering, “just like how your body mine to wreck, right, baby?” he whimpers. god, it’s barely audible, but he whimpers and it’s everything you’ve been wanting this whole time. you don’t say anything about it because he’d obviously pretend it didn’t happen. but it did, and it was the most satisfying thing you’ve ever heard.

his break in composure doesn’t last long at all, “well there’s a bright pink strap-on in the closet calling your name,” he murmurs, leaning in just to taunt you, “so why don’t you ruin me?”

it’s startling because the furthest you’ve ever gone was make out until your lips hurt and touch each other, groaning and moaning as your lips made messes out of each other, but he doesn’t look even a bit hesitant, so you decide you might as well take the opportunity. maybe he’s got you wrapped around his finger, but you’ll have your thighs wrapped around his head soon enough, “hm, how about instead you get on your knees and earn it?”

he slips for a second time, somewhat startled and almost flustered by your words, but he recovers just as fast as the first time, “of course, i’d love to,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees like it’s where he’s meant to be, his place being before you. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk, and all you want is to see him fall apart, it’s everything your soul craves, “can i?”

“if you say please? maybe,” you see the way he rolls his eyes at your words, still with that grin on his face, but he plays your game.

“can i please take off your pants and panties so i can pleasure you so when you’re satisfied enough you fuck me until i see stars?”

you groan, “that attitude isn’t gonna get you far, baby, but go ahead,” he fumbles with the zipper of your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear so he could get them off of you. still up against the wall, you let him pull them off, watch him as he sets them next to his bed.

he crawls even closer to you until he’s so close to your cunt that if he leaned in just a little bit more he could give it a lick. he looks up for permission one last time, so oddly obedient even when he’s so cocky.

you nod, giving him the go-ahead to go in and lick up and down, fucking you with his tongue, sucking on your clit gently but increasing the intensity once it’s not enough. he holds the sides of your thighs to balance himself and to also be able to touch you, but what if you....“hands behind your back, wonho.”

“oh, you say my name like it’s a weapon, baby,” he leans back with a smirk to whisper while looking you in the eye. you force his head back to your heat with your hand, though you can feel him smile even more. despite this, he does keep his hands behind his back for the duration he spends on his knees eating you out. he’s cute with his hands behind his back, you muse. he’s incredibly skilled at it, and you wonder just how many times he’s been in between a girl’s legs. the thought makes you jealous in a way it absolutely shouldn’t.

“make me cum, sweetheart, and i’ll fuck you as hard as you want,” you mumble, gripping the bubblegum pink hair on his head as he works even harder to help you reach that high.

the second it hits, your moans halt for just a moment before becoming louder as you start to heavily grind against his face, using him for every last bit of pleasure you can before letting him go. he falls back onto the ground, breathing even more heavily than you, “sorry if that was too much.”

“don’t be, i like being useful,” he murmurs, before getting back onto his knees once he recovers somewhat, that stupid smile back on his face, “do you want me to keep going, baby?”

“stand up,” you order, and the second he’s up you’ve got his jaw in your hand, pulling him close, “go get that strap-on you were talking about, undress, and get on the bed. you’ve got lube right?”

he pulls your hand away from his face, pressing a teasing kiss to your palm, “of course i do, babe, don’t worry about it,” he winks before disappearing into his closet only to reappear with exactly what you asked for. he does what you ask, having a somewhat shy moment as you throw off your shirt and watch him undress, but he decides to make a show of it, sexily throwing off his shirt. he keeps that lust-filled, seductive eye contact throughout him taking off the rest of them, leaving his perfect body in all its glory as he sits on his bed, docile just like you asked.

you move from your spot in front of the wall for the first time, and without any conscious thoughts, your hands are already on him, rubbing his chest before you press kisses to it, “how about i mark you up? would you like that?”

“y/n,” he breathes with that same smile, “you can do whatever you please with me,” every word out of his mouth is enough to wreck any chance of this just being an innocent hook-up because god you need him to be yours. as much as you’re already his, he needs to be yours.

“but do you want me to leave marks?” you ask again.

“i want you to ruin me, baby, of course i do,” he groans as you make your choice to bite down on his collarbone, settling on just leaving one mark for now. you suck on the freshly-bitten skin and kiss it one last time as an apology before moving on, but you can tell from the way his breath picked up that he loves it just as much as you do.

“your body is so perfect, i just want to leave endless love bites, but we’d never get to the main event,” you say as he licks his lips in excitement, “and i can tell by your hard cock that you wanna get there sooner rather than later.”

“what can i say? i’m made to be loved and ruined,” his words once again leave you wrecked. how he always knew exactly what to say to someone like you (who’s not exactly a submissive person) is beyond you.

“and ruined you’ll be, now spread your legs, rest one on my shoulder,” he does as told, placing his right leg on your shoulder and keeping his legs spread wide for you.

you put some lube on your fingers, and glance over at him, just to make sure he’s ready. you work your first finger in there as he makes a face of discomfort, but the second you were about to pull out and try to comfort him, he starts moaning so, so softly, begging under his breath for more.

it’s a bit startling of a change, but it disappears somewhat quickly (not as quick as the first two times) when he gets himself together, “baby,” he murmurs softly, “more.”

“you’re so demanding,” you laugh endearingly, but the change of pace is deceptive; he’s still smirking even with a finger in his ass. you press another finger in, and his breath hitches, but he still manages to recover his composure rather quickly.

your movements are gentle and small at first, but you gradually pick it up, especially when he murmurs, “come on, you can do it harder than that,” he bites but there’s barely any venom in his words. he then has to hold a hand against his mouth to hold back the moan that followed you moving a bit more roughly. you don’t stop him nor do you call him out, but you can see him slipping away. It feels incredible.

“don’t you wanna fuck me now? drag your nails against my skin? pull my hair and make it hurt?”

“be patient,” is all you murmur back in return.

he groans in annoyance this time, pulling himself as close as he can to you, holding onto you to keep himself upright, “why are you trying to resist me? god, you know you want to ruin me, why are you holding back? what do you have to lose by giving in and giving me hell?”

his words leave you shuddering, wrecked with thoughts of him and only him. why were you holding back? because you wanted to not be the only one that’s a complete and utter mess, you wanted to watch him crumble to pieces because you didn’t want to think about how he’s got you so bad, but you’re as compliant with his demands as he is obedient with your orders, “flip over, get on all fours.”

you cover the strap in lube, careful (somewhat) in the way you enter him, slightly enjoying the strained look on his face even if you don’t say a word about it, “you can move now, don’t be gentle with me,” he mumbles, and you’re more than happy to fulfill that request even if he’s still so demanding for someone in his place.

you start to move and his whines become gentle moans as he gets more comfortable with the pace, but you try to be a bit harder and rougher and you also reach your hand around to jerk him off lazily, just for the added stimulation.

“you look so pretty,” the words leave your mouth absentmindedly, and it’s precious to see how everything is starting to affect him more, how he tries desperately to keep himself composed, but his cheeks are flushed and he bites his lip to try and hold back. he’s remarkably good at keeping his cool, but you’ll break him sooner or later. you just have to be patient.

“a-ah, fuck, you can be rougher, i want more, please,” he admits, pushing back onto your strap slightly.

“you’re gonna have to beg for that, baby,” you prompted.

“please! i-i’m pretty when i cry, so make me! i know you think about being so rough with me until i break and j-just sob, just make it happen already! please!” it’s not exactly begging, more just trying to tempt you, but that’s exactly what this boy is: tempting. every part of him naturally pulls you in, keeps you locked against him no matter who’s in control, it’s just something about him that makes him irresistible and it’s infuriating.

but you give in, like always, fucking him harder until you can faintly hear his cries under the sounds of skin hitting skin. even still, he’s not satisfied, “pull my hair,” he breathes, “hurt me.”

you groan but reach your hand out to pull his hair, loving the way he yelps, crying out as you mutter, “my perfect little bubblegum slut, aren’t you, wonho?”

“y-yes!” he whines, shouting out the words you’ve been aching to hear, “fuck, god, i’m yours!”

“then cum for me, baby,” you mumble as his body almost gives in as he pleasure crests and he cums, moaning like the pretty pink whore he is while his tears stain the white pillowcase and he grips the white sheets like his life depends on it. he cries out moans while his cum gets all over your hand and some on the bedsheets.

his body just completely gives in when he cums though, and he can’t hold himself up on his elbows and knees any longer, so he just falls against the bed as you pull out of him, leaving an absolutely wrecked version of the heartbreaking boy that once inhabited that body.

he’s shaking and reeling from his high as you get back on the bed with him, pulling him close to press kisses to his forehead and hoping to provide some sense of comfort as aftercare. his head rests against your chest as he tentatively wraps his arm around your waist.

you whisper, “you’re okay, angel, i’ll take care of you. whatever you want, now,” and though he was already crying, you can tell he starts crying harder, burying his face into your chest so he doesn’t have to face you, “what’s wrong? wonho? are you okay?”

he doesn’t hold back the second he doesn’t have to, “fuck, i think i’m in love with you,” he murmurs, so soft it’s hard to catch. the air is quiet and tense for a few moments, “i think i love you, y/n, i don’t know what to do.”

his confession leaves you speechless. after all this time of pining after the cruel-hearted boy with pink hair and a cute smile, learning that it wasn’t all one-sided feels like a dream.

“i, uhm, i guess you don’t feel the same,” he raises his head to smile at you one last time, but it’s not like the other ones. this one makes you so sad, aching to protect the vulnerable heart of the boy in front of you, “thats... okay. i guess my charms didn’t work as well on you. bummer...”

“i- no, wonho, i do. i do feel the same,” you bring your hand up to run through his hair, and he leans into your touch, “you’ve got me, angel, you had me from the first kiss.”

“at min’s party last year?” he smiles half-heartedly when you nod, “god, i really thought you’d just be another one, but i got so wrapped up in it all myself, so i kept just trying to keep you at arm’s length, but you just persisted and i don’t- i don’t know what to do anymore,” he sighs, adjusting to rest his head on your chest but looking at you this time, “do you, uhm, do you really mean that? you really feel the same? this isn’t just some way to get back at me, right?”

“i’ve spent too much of my time thinking about you and your lips and your body not mean that,” you hear him giggle, and it brings your heart a sense of peace to hear that, “genuinely, i’ve never met someone like you, wonho. you’re so confident and sure of yourself, but you easily became exactly what i wanted and i just didn’t know what hit me.”

“i didn’t know what to expect at minhyuk’s party, when your hands were around my neck, i didn’t expect to love it so much. everyone always wanted me in control, so that’s what i did,” he explains. it feels like he's just babbling at this point, but you still listen to his babbled as you play with his hair, “but i loved how it felt to say those things and to see it all unfold in your eyes, i wanted you to be unable to resist me.”

“well i suppose you were successful in that,” you murmur, holding him close as you, “but, you do realize that i only know that act, right? i’ve fallen for what i can see, but at some point, you’re gonna have to let me fall in love with you.”

he sighs, and you can see the most adorable of pouts on his lips (ah, you’re falling for him already), but he concedes, “i- please don’t break my heart-,” a strong demand coming from him of all people, “-promise me.”

“i promise,” you echo, “i promise.”

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foenixs · 3 years

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Could you do monsta x as coffee shop owners 🥺👉👈 (I absolutely LOVED the skz as flowershop owners it was so cute 🥺🥺)

Monsta X as Coffee Shop Owners

note: this hit me in the Dramarama feels

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

none of the gifs/photos are mine

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Shownu : the devoted mess

his workplace is a mess, the sink full of dirty cups and coffee beans sprayed out over the counter that he had forgotten to scoup up

you come by every morning to see how he’s doing and he welcomes you with your regular order in his hand

you end up working for him as his assistant because you feel responsible for keeping him together (he loves to tell you that “he got it” but the state of his shop begs to differ)

is a fast learner though and very dedicated to his job, won’t give up trying no matter how many hard ships he faces (if he has a set goal, like running a successful coffee shop, he will not give it up without a fight)

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Wonho : the buff bunny

throws you his signature smile and two thumbs up (like a bi icon) when you compliment the aroma of his coffee (might spill the secret ingredient if you throw him heart eyes since he blushes at the most minor attention)

moves around a lot, accidentally knocking over cups and spilling milk all over himself (he underestimates the space his body takes up), but he just laughs it off and moves on like nothing happened

a lot of tourists come to his shop since they are curious to see if he is really the buff coffee guy people rumour him to be

when they find an adorable man-child in its stead, they fall in love even quicker

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Minhyuk : the funny friend

always smells of coffee even when you see him at your local market

takes and delivers the orders himself because he enjoys the customer bond, will strike a conversation with you and ask you how your job interview went and how you are feeling today

puts little flowers on top of the cream to bring colour and life to your morning

gives each coffee a name like the “Anthony” because he thinks it’s funny and will laugh at himself every time he has to say “Sorry, but Kevin is sold out today”

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Kihyun : the self-made waiter

looks great in an apron (and he knows it)

more on the quiet side, doesn’t talk a bunch to the customers, but he decorates the coffee with cream to show he cares

goes up to the customers to ask if everything is according to their wish (lives by the motto “customer is king”)

collector of awards, hangs them all up on the walls as decoration and inspiration

is very proud of the fact that he built his business from the ground up, with little to no help, and ended up having one of the highest ratings on google

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Hyungwon : the coffee addict

i'm sorry i just had to, the gif is perfect for this imagine

drinks most of the coffee he makes (is 50% of his own income)

seems like he is daydreaming but is actually listening to your order intently, writing everything down on a piece of paper to not forget it

doesn’t move a tone, gets a waiter to serve you your order, while he works down his list of orders behind the counter

is very efficient and gets the most work in the least time done

his store is decorated very simply but cheek (dark green walls with golden highlights and lamps)

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Jooheon : the forgetful empath

he's so cute *sob*

messes up orders in the beginning until he gets a digital system that helps him take down all the orders

makes up for it with heartfelt apologies and pastries that look like animals

has a special menu for each mood (“happy days”, “sad hours”, etc.) and will write little motivating notes on the napkins for those who seem to have an especially bad day

gets sad when his regulars don’t show up on time and starts to worry if he did something wrong (they just ended up being sick, returning the next week)

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Changkyun : the dramatic heartthrob

very shy, starts blushing when a bunch of girls giggle over his cute shop design, whispering about how hot he is

doesn’t quite know where to put his hands when he’s not pressing buttons on the coffee machines and hides them in his apron (playing with his fingers when he’s bored)

sticks his tongue out while he decorates pastries (it’s a sign of his concentration)

likes to experiment with food colouring (has a thing for the dramatic) dyeing the chocolate red so it looks like your croissant is bleeding when you bite into it

masterlist

taglist: @euphoricsunflowers, @baa-nana, @vanillaknj, @mingiibabieee, @sub-hoshi-enthusiast, @soya-zz, @coeurbreak, @mellowriting, @submissive-bangtan @etherealsunflowers

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haveanotherkpopblog · 3 years

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Monsta X Reacts to Their S/O Playing Hard to Get

Requested By: Anonymous

A/N: Here it comes, another request fulfilled. Nervous glance at the other requests that need to be completed.

Hyunwoo/Shownu-

He’d pout. He didn’t want to push limits with you, so playing hard-to-get sent him mixed messages. He’d most likely just sit and stare at you hopelessly. Don’t tease him too much. He’s too soft.

“Do you, uh, maybe, um, ok…”

Hoseok/Wonho-

All he needs to do is start striping. Have you seen his body? His biceps alone could make you melt, now imagine his whole body. Exactly. Playing Hard-to-Get is kind of a futile game when it comes to him.

“Tsk, Jagi~ Why are you being so bratty?”

Kihyun-

He’d take your little game as a challenge. A challenge he was not going to lose. He’d act unaffected by your little antics, waiting for you to come to him. Oh-ho-ho. You were in for it then. Might as well start praying for mercy.

“I don’t like being challenged, babygirl. You’re going to pay for that.”

Minhyuk-

*snorts* Okay, you want to play hard-to-get with him? That’s fine. Just be prepared for payback. He’d play along: touching you in places that made you shiver, whispering his dirty thoughts. Yet when you went to cash in those promises, he’d leave you hanging.

“Oh did you want something? Guess you’ll just have to suffer.”

Hyungwon-

A little shit. He’ll play your game, chasing you around the house and calling out for you. He’d even beg if it went on long enough. He’d end up picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. Then, after he gets you all worked up, he’d leave you. Starting his own little game.

“Did you need something, Y/N? You seem stressed. You shouldn’t get so worked up.”

Jooheon/Joohoney-

Would whine like crazy. He didn’t like you teasing him. He’d complain, but he refused to beg. He’d go as far as to bribe you though, even throwing in the offer of a threesome. That made you pause. He used that to his advantage and dirty-talked you into sexy time.

“Is that all I have to say to make you listen? Good to know.”

Changkyun/I.M-

Much like how Hoseok only needed to strip, Changkyun only had to send you “the look” for you to turn into putty. He’d then simply grab your wrist and take you to the nearest empty space with a lock, and he’d have his fun.

“Did you think you could resist me? Tsk, let’s be smart baby.”

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btswishes · 4 years

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I will adopt you.

Monsta X (Shownu) hybrid au

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8 /…

A/N: I know a lot of you like these series and I am taking too long with them. I am sorry, I just have to juggle university and this. I am still getting used to my program ,but I will try my best to find time to work on stories as well. For now texts and Shownu/Wonho scenarios will be my main. Sorry for any mistakes made and I hope you like this.

Word count: 2,909

Warnings: I mean ,just normal 21 century teen cussing

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(I suggest you to listen to THIS as you read the chapter, thank you and enjoy)

It had been already a full day since Shownu left in a hurry. You were beginning to get worried with each passing hour. The same way the sun rose, it started to set, without the familiar body frame walking around the house, or casting the usual shadow over you ,as you focused on your work. No matter how much you wanted to finish what you had planned for the day, it just wasn’t going to happen. Your mind was occupied by the empty feeling in the house and inside your heart.

Your thoughts were drifting from darker to darker places, as you bit down on your finger nervously. “Where is he?” you fumbled around the pen in between your fingers. “Should I look for him?” a swift motion of your feet took you to the window again. It was the 15th time in the passed hour that you were staring outside, hoping he would come back home any minute. The previous night you left the window open just in case he returned, but in the morning to your disbelieve the bed was cold and empty.

4pm came and went, then 5 rolled up , 6 followed fast and 7 didn’t want to be left behind by its siblings, so it greeted you soon enough on the lit up phone screen. You were restless, tired and scared. He was strong, no doubt in that but somehow you kept forgetting that about him. Even if he was a hybrid or werewolf, to you he was just a confused tall ball of fluff that should have staid home. What if he is in danger! What if he is hurt.....what....what if he never comes home. The thought of him leaving was the last drop in the glass. It didn’t spill, on the contrary, it broke into millions of pieces representing all the different scary ideas you had.

Putting on as many warm clothes as you could, you armed yourself with motivation to search for him, even if it meant days or unbelievable distances. The doorknob didn’t turn in your hand, as you remembered the howling winds. He left almost naked, I need to get him something! In a old backpack you hadn’t used in a long time , you put some of his clothes. Ready for a hunt, you ran out the apartment and into the cold winter storm. The moon was once more looking at you gently, trying to illuminate the path to your man.

The streets were surprisingly full taking into consideration the temperature and the over all wind speed. You were walking fast and fierce through the piled up snow, blocking the wind with your arm in front of your face. It was all or nothing.

8:30 pm waved at you from the city clock and you still weren’t successful in your search, not to mention nowhere near to that. Where could he have gone!? I looked everywhere! But you actually hadn’t. Your feet could take you only so far. He traveled with the speed of an unhuman animal and you walking like a baby compared to him. He could be in the Maldives at this point. Your body hit the wall of an alleyway, while you were hiding from the storm. The sound of the wind was muffling your deep breaths and blowing away the mist coming from in between your lips. You began to tremble, was it the cold or your aching heart? I am such an idiot! you felt the soft material of your mittens covering your eyes, as tears started to form and cool down your face. Why did I have to react like THAT! I should have just stayed calm and...and not done that. The feelings were strong and bubbling out of you. Your hands pulled away from your wet and red face and wrapped around yourself. What wouldn’t I give to hug him, to have him hug me right now. To say how sorry I am for making him misunderstand the whole thing. Your foot hit the ground aggressively a couple of times imitating a childish tantrum.

Your behavior didn’t mirror your outside manners at all. You were an independent woman in all areas of your life. You wanted to feel safe, so you worked to have enough money to achieve that. Here you were though, alone in a dirty and dark alleyway, crying your eyes out begging to be treated like a child. Being strong takes you only that far. He was stronger, bigger and scarier than you, but the feeling of comfort and safety you felt being in his arms. Like a blanket that covered you, hiding your innocents, letting you be as childlike as you wanted without being judged, called weak or even treated as pray by other men.

Your head hit the brick wall behind you, as you aggressively exhaled that air trapped in your throat by the waterfall of tears. A shiver went down your body as you tried to pull yourself and your emotions together. Usually it wasn’t something too difficult for you, but right now, in this very moment it was proving to be a challenge. Where are you! like a spell the words summoned the tears again, stronger than before. .....please..... the mittens were soaking up the emotions off your skin as best as they could. Your skin was red from all the rubbing. Everything was a big blurr in front of your eyes and inside. A mess simply said, waves of calmness and then sudden uproar or crying and begging. Had you ever been in such a state before, not to mention for a men you have known for not that long. I will be better I promise! We will go out more and and I will make you whatever you wanted to eat! Yes! And and....just come home pleaseeee, I need you. There was no amount of hitting or screaming that would change this.

You were tired, no more tears just the trails left by them on your skin. Yet even they were cooling off like your heart and drying up by the cold wind finding its way in the tight alleyway. Calm and controlled, your heart beat followed your breathing ,while you were looking around the dirt and rocks around you on the ground. This stage was emptiness, no feeling, no care, just existence. I don’t want this to be true, I don’t want to accept that this isn’t going to change. I can...if i try harder. a hit of energy jolted you in a matter of seconds, maybe hope or denial Yes! If-if I try harder I can do this! hard work payed off for you so far many times, why not now?Yet your jaw clenched and your lip began trembling again NO! I am strong, hey! your hands slapped the irritated skin on your face I got myself from nothing to something! I just have to be strong, for both of us! Even!...even if he doesn’t want me anymore. Once more your emotions were somewhat under control. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath ,when it hitched, taking in a few gasps before it stops in your lungs, filling them only half way. As your body took in the cold oxygen, your cheek warmed up with a sliding motion towards your ear.

“You don’t have to be strong always.” even with closed eyes you knew, you felt it in your soul. Your arms trembled towards his and you grasped it firmly, tears streaming down again and again. “Why are you crying?” one hand turned into two as he cupped your cheeks

“I- I am not, I am too strong for that!” you tired to prove an unexisting point

“No you are not, you are acting. You have been hurt one too many times and now this is just a character you created to fool yourself and others. I can feel it.” his face came closer to yours till you felt his lips leaving a few butterfly kisses under and onto your eyes, cleaning the tears “Look at me.”

“No no!” you shook your head aggressively to the point where he had to keep you still “If-if I do that you will disappear. You have to be a figment of my imagination, there is no other way you co-” your lips and cheeks squished back as he pushed his face into yours. Lips onto lips, molding into strange, soft shapes that oddly fit together like an infinite puzzle. As slow and gentle as he could, he pulled away letting the warm vapor of his breath mix in with yours.

“Be vulnerable around me, stop pretending to be strong even in situations where you are breaking. Let me be your shield. If you don’t want people to see you crying, grab onto me, hide in my chest. I promise you, I will always wrap my arms around you and keep you safe.” his words turned into reality as he pulled you in. The hug was strong, but it covered you up away from the world. In a matter of seconds the mask on your soul began to crack, the harder and the closer you got to him, the bigger the cracks got till it...broke. Your brows frowned and your fingers clawed at his clothes, your face buried into his chest as your screams filled the alley.

“It’s ok, let it all out.” unknown time passed before you pulled back to look at him. It was Shownu, it was your Nunu. His thumb wiped under your left eye closing it for a second. “See? I am still here. I didn’t disappear.”

“How did you know?! How did you know I was here.”

“I know silly.” his usually stoic face lifted the corners of his lips up towards the moon into a gentle and comforting smile, before he lead forward and placed his forehead onto yours. Closing his eyes, he didn’t speak only his thoughts could be heard. I will always know where you are, I will always hear you through your thoughts. When you call me, wherever it is I promise to come to you. I will pay the price of hurting you with loyalty that i will take with me even beyond the grave. Shownu’s eyes fell onto the slight cut on top of your lip.

“Can we go home?” your voice was still showing signs of the emotional rollercoaster you went through

“Yes, we can.” Shownu looked around, hooking his arms under your body picking you up gently, as if trying not to hurt you. “Let’s go.” it felt like the air around you threw you up in the air. Flying, yes that was the right word to use in this situation. You were gripping onto him, when his hand pulled away from your head and he let go. You panicked, so high up and not being held by the only thing keeping you alive.

“DON’T PANIC! I GOT YOU!” he yelled out with a soft and calm voice underneath you, reassuring you to trust him “OPEN YOUR EYES!”

Your body stopped midair for more than enough time for you to come face to face with the shining moon. Like a pearl in the sky. It was reflecting in your eyes, turning your irises into silver crystals. You couldn’t say anything, but it felt like the light itself was whispering to you. Reaching out towards it, you began falling down. The night had hypnotized you to a point where you had forgotten the sheer height you were at. Shownu caught you just on time, intertwining his fingers with those on your extended hand.

“Do you regret trusting me on this one?” he asked softly with a hint of accomplishment hidden between his words, yet you kept staring at the moon

“No...” it came out gentle, like a whisper from between your lips. You couldn’t stop your gaze from following the body in the sky. Shownu’s hand carefully pulled your head into his chest, to cover you from the harsh cold wind nibbling at your skin.

“Shownu I can’t see anything. “ you struggled to look anywhere but his body

“I can take you on a night time run when summer and spring come around, it’s too cold now.” you pouted under your nose so verbally that he felt it. Letting a sigh out, he repositioned you on impact as he jumped off a near by rooftop “Look around then.”

“Oh wow...” your voice had become breathy as you did what he suggested. The speed at which he was moving made the snow beneath you look like thousands of diamonds glistening in the moonlight. One could almost identify them as a huge sea of stars or white sand, giving the over all chilly winter a warm summery energy. Shownu was big and keeping you very warm, making you forget all out the biting storm that was howling over the walking people. At this height it felt more like a song of a seasonal fairy, telling her goodnight story to all the sleeping under the snow plants, covered by the the blanket of the sky.

One could easily see what most old school authors saw in this cold times, like living in a book from times past. The night began so rough, but ended so warm and comforting. You gaze shifted from the astonishing land to the man gifting you all these new memories. His strong neck, grabbing onto his firm and sharp jawline, as his eyes shined in a deep rich golden color and tensing under you with each long jump. It felt like he brought with himself not only love and safety but also the gift of flight and a whole new world.

The window of your apartment shined in your eyes “Shownu, I closed the window.” he looked down at you, changing the strategy in his head to that of a normal human. He landed behind the building so no one would see or notice you guys coming from literally the sky. Putting you down gently, you fixed your clothes and tried to find your footing in the deep snow. Instinctively you reached out and grabbed onto him.

“You finally leaned onto me.”

“What?” looking up you saw the shadow oh his face and moon forming a halo above him

“Till now you tried to find your way through the snow on your own, falling and getting up. This is the first time you reached out to me for help.”

Your eyes were met with a smile, but you didn’t know how to react as this was something you weren’t used to.“Let’s go inside, it’s cold.” he smirked at your sudden panicked answer, but took it as a small victory.

Rustling through your bag you pulled out the keys and were lucky enough to find the elevator already on the 1st floor. In a hurry you got in, rubbing your arms up and down to warm them.

“Are you feeling cold?” once Shownu let go of you, you remembered how cold it actually was

“Aren’t you freezing?” you looked him up and down “You are dressed so lightly, come to think of it ,how do you have clothes on?!”

“I took some with me, can’t go running around naked in my human form.” well it did make sense, but now the backpack you had on served no purpose “You are shivering.”

“I am fine.” the boy was like a damn radiator even without all the fur covering his nonhuman form

“No you are not.” he leaned down nuzzling into your neck, making you step back till your body hit the wall of the elevator “You are freezing.”

“S-shownu w-what are you doing?!” you gasped at the warm skin of his, sucking away the cold in the area of your neck. His hands pushed against the wall, trapping you between himself.

“I am checking if you are cold since you keep lying to me about it.” his nose was rubbing against you, sending all kinds of sensations down your spine and body

The elevator came to a stop at your floor, but the doors revealed our lovely nosey neighbor and her obsession with Shownu.

“Oh my hahaha.” she gasped and started laughing, as he she hid her eyes behind her spread fingers. She didn’t want to miss any juicy details to tell her husband and family about later “Oh you young kids these days! So wild.”

“It’s not what it looks like!” you panicked even though you yourself didn’t know what it was. Shownu looked at the neighbor innocently as you grabbed him and pulled his large frame out of the elevator. As the woman stepped in, she slapped his shoulder gently, giggling “ Be more direct boy, she doesn’t seem to notice you making a move on her. Go get her tiger.” the doors closed and the ding sound send her upstairs to her meeting with the other middle aged wives of the building. We all know what todays topic will be.

“Come in.” you were holding the door to your apartment open. “Don’t just stay there.” Shownu ran up to you and stepped inside. “Welcome home.” you said taking all your thick clothes off and throwing them on the couch.

He staid still for a moment before he said “I am...home.” his hand slid behind him as it closed the door, not even taking his eyes off you, lovingly.

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jaehyunskitten22 · 4 years

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(Poly!) Wonho x Changkyun x Chubby!Reader - Two’s a Party… Prequel (Changkyun x Chubby!Reader Smut)

prequel // part one // part two //

Summary: If you were wondering what exactly happened to make Y/N pull away from Changkyun, wonder no more because this is why. Hint: It wasn’t just because he got a boyfriend

AKA: You’ve never had an orgasm and he decides to change that. He has a dirty mouth, but are we even surprised (no).

A/N- I apologize for this going up late. “Finishing touches” turned into me reworking the whole thing, and i got a little carried away. I hope you guys enjoy!

Tags: @coolcat494

Changkyun had always made you feel special. He teased you, flirted with you, and never hesitated to let other people know how much you meant to him. He wasn’t ashamed of you. There were even times where he chose to hang out with you alone over your mutual group of friends; opting instead to lay next to you in bed and talk into the night about your fears and whispered secrets that you would never tell each other during the day. The things said during this time always felt so much more serious and intimate; how much you meant to him, how often he thought of you, how you made him feel, all took a different meaning when he was laying next to you and cupping your cheek in his hand.

This particular night had started off no different. Except that night he was quizizing you about your love life, how much experience you had because he had “never seen you with a partner and he was curious”. You had never had a partner, had never touched or been touched by anyone (besides him and his light caresses and touches). You had never even really explored yourself sexually, not being able to kick the notion of you not being able to be sexy due to how you looked. Girls like you weren’t really in porn or in any form of media really, so it was only natural for you to internalize the idea of you not being “allowed” to feel good in that way, because you had never seen anyone like you feel good in that way. You knew it sounded ridiculous and that it was irrational but you just couldn’t get past it. He kept asking and asking, saying that he wasn’t going to judge you and you eventually relented.

“None.” You rolled over to your back and stared up at the ceiling.

“No masturbation? No partner? No self exploration?” He quizzed. You shook your head and looked over at him, biting your lip when he didn’t say anything. Then he shook his head and laughed. He freaking *laughed*. You groaned and completely checked out of the moment, turning over in bed so your back was facing him. As if you didn’t feel weird enough about it already.

“No! No, turn back around…” He was still slightly laughing as he tugged at your arm, waiting for you to respond, but you remained silent. “I’m not making fun of you, I promise.” Silence. “It’s just- ugh…” He groaned.

What was a good way to put this? That you were so cute and sometimes you looked so fuckable and hard to resist that he had just assumed that you had slept with a few people already? That he sometimes liked to imagine you being in your bed late at night, hand under the covers and getting yourself off while thinking about the ways he had touched you? And never masturbating? He knew you were innocent but this was to another level. The whole situation was wild to him.

Despite this shock, he found himself getting turned on at this new information. He wanted to help you, guide you in the right direction and help you explore yourself and your sexuality. He could- in theory, of course- turn you into his little toy, tailored to his exact wants and needs. That was a little extreme, of course, but the possibility was still there and that excited him.

“I just think it’s surprising, is all. You’re hot, y’know? And hot people have no shortage of people wanting to sleep with them, so I just assumed…” He trailed off, really not knowing where he was going with this. “And then masturbation- I thought everyone did that, so you just surprised me. Can I ask why you don’t?”

“It’s dumb.” You grumbled, curling up as far away from him as the bed allowed, ending up at the edge. “I’ve just never seen people who look like me do stuff like that. I guess I just thought that I couldn’t for some reason. And besides, it’s not like I know how…” You trailed off and then added on a pouty “Maybe if you would spend less time teasing me and more time actually doing something, I wouldn’t be having this problem.” Was that an invitation?

“Y/N…”

“No. I don’t want to talk to you. You made fun of me.”

“I wasn’t trying to make fun of you…” He wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged your back flush to his chest. He gently brushed your hair away from your neck and brushed his nose against the skin, laughing at the slight shiver and goosebumps that the action caused. “I’m sorry that I made it come off that way.” He hesitantly lowered his lips down to your neck, “Am I heading in a good direction?” You nodded and he began pressing open-mouth kisses against your pulse point and occasionally adding his tongue into the mix, relishing in the way he felt your heart speed up against his tongue.

“You’d tell me if this was making you uncomfortable, right?” You nodded. “And you’ll tell me if and or when you want me to stop, right?” You nodded again. “Can you look at me and tell me that you will?”

You were a nervous wreck. Shy and overwhelmed, and he knew that. Part of him enjoyed it even, but he still needed to hear you say it. To tell him that you wanted him and that you were okay with where things were going, and that you would stop him if you wanted him to. You were quiet for a while and he worried that he had overstepped a boundary, preparing an apology until you slowly turned over with red cheeks and released a shaky sigh.

“Yes. Yes I’ll tell you if I want you to stop.” Your voice was small and breathy, and now he could really see the effect he was having on you. You were nervous, hesitant to look him in the eye and fidgeting with your fingers. Untouched (not that it really mattered), innocent, so clean and inexperienced. His to teach and guide. His hands would be the first ones to touch you…

“Good girl~” He purred, kissing you on the forehead and rolling you over to your back. He hovered over you on one arm, gently coaxing your legs open to rest between them. He rested his forehead against yours and watched your reactions closely just to make sure you felt okay. You brushed your nose against his and shyly smiled and in response he wrapped your leg around his hip and ran his hand up and down the outside of your thigh before trailing higher and caressing the uncovered skin on your hip. His eyes never left yours, his gaze shifting from innocent to playfully seductive; it made you feel small and weak in the best of ways, like he was your teacher, your guide. And you surprisingly liked that feeling, liked feeling like he was in control of you and your reactions and just seeing how desperate he could make you. You shifted your hips on the bed, trying to reach some sort of relief from the pressure that you were feeling in your lower stomach.

“So squirmy~” he murmured with a smile, keeping his hips just out of reach of yours. Your pupils were blown and your breathing was starting to get heavier and you looked so needy, lips parted and skin flushed. While he wanted to do anything he could to get rid of that need, he couldn’t resist teasing you a little bit. So he slowly slipped his hand underneath your shirt and ghosted his fingers against your soft skin, just below your breasts, even going up your side and resting his hand next to your breast, but never touching. He repeated the circuit over and over again, each time getting closer to closing his palm completely over your breast but never quite getting there. You whined and pushed your chest into his hand, trying to get him to stop teasing, to just touch you and put out the fire that had erupted over your sensitive skin. You had thrown an arm over your eyes, hiding your face from his view and he felt a thrill surge through him at the action. He really was the first person to touch you like this. He was the first person to make you do this, to make you whimper and pant. There was something so innocent and cute about how you hid from him, and yet it was so… erotic.

“Shy?” He bit his lip when you nodded and moved his hand out from under your shirt and you whined at the loss of contact, causing him to let out an almost smug sounding laugh. He had barely even touched you and you looked so far gone and desperate. He thought you looked beautiful all the time, but this… this was something else.

“Don’t worry… I’m going to take care of you.” He smiled as he ran his thumb across your jaw and bottom lip and he brushed his nose against yours again. He wanted to see if he could get you to react; if he could get you to take what you wanted, even if it was something small.

And take you did. You growled in annoyance when he barely ghosted his lips on top of yours and you retaliated by grabbing his face in your hands and yanking his lips down to yours. It was clumsy but it was kissing you; it was hot and it surrounded him with you, you, you, and he just couldn’t get enough. He finally pressed his body flush to yours, groaning when he immediately felt your hips start to grind against his. Such a needy, slutty baby. So far gone, humping against him like you would die if you didn’t. So inexperienced, body just doing what felt good to relieve that ache that he knew you were feeling. You felt so warm and he swore that he could feel your wetness through your underwear and shorts.

He somehow managed to position himself in such a way that had his clothed cock sliding between your swollen pussy lips, the head rubbing your clit at every pass. He started thinking about how pretty your little pussy must look; swollen and wet, and how it felt; snug and warm…

Oh. *Oh*. This was a lot. This was a little fast. You liked it, of course you liked it; your hot best friend was on top of you and kissing you like you were the most desirable thing in the world and- wait, did *you* make him that hard? But what the hell was this? What did this mean? What would this mean later on? Would he regret it? Would you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing up the inside of your thigh, cupping your pussy through your shorts. You should stop. He was going to regret this, you knew it. But you liked it. You really wanted it. He could stop if he wanted to, he knew that. He was the one always telling you to relax and just let yourself enjoy things, to live in the moment and not worry about the future…

“What’re you thinking about?” He had pulled away when he felt your lips lose a little bit of their newfound rhythm and they went a little too lax; your body language just changing in a way that didn’t feel quite right to him, so he wanted to check in. You just shook your head in response and tried to press your lips against his again, and he let you have your way for a little while before pulling away again and rolling off of you, propping his head up with one arm and running his thumb against your cheek.

“Ah ah ah. You said you’d tell me if you didn’t like something”

“And I didn’t.”

“I know you didn’t, I want to know why.”

“Because you weren’t doing anything that I didn’t like.” He couldn’t help himself, he had to laugh a little at how pouty and huffy you sounded. He studied your face for a little while, trying to figure out how truthful you were being. Seemingly satisfied, he rolled you back over and opted to stay laying next to you, lightly ghosting his fingers against the skin of your inner thigh, gently coaxing them back open, his fingers making contact with your covered slit…

“Then what’s wrong?” Oh come on. His fingers were still lightly caressing your clothed sex, but there was no real intention behind the action, touching you just enough to keep you stimulated, but doing nothing more than that. You scowled and remained silent.

“Baby~” he hummed, his lips ghosting against your ear, “I can- and will, if I have to- tease you all night…” You whimpered at the thought and you felt him grin against your ear.

What really was the harm in telling him? If you didn’t tell him he wasn’t going to continue, and if you did tell him- that you thought he was going to regret this, that is- and he agreed, he would still stop.

“You’re going to regret this. Or you mi-” You were cut off by your own whimper, him caging you against the mattress and his hand once again returning to its original pressure, nuzzling his head into your neck and assaulting it with his tongue and lips.

“That it?” You nodded, and he shook his head and you felt him smile against your neck, pressing one last kiss to the skin before pulling away. “Doubtful. You’re my best friend and I love you and-” he paused to lean his mouth close to your ear, finishing in a whisper, “and I’ve always loved fucking you up...” You let out a breathy laugh in response, quietly informing him that you were already very fucked up, but nonetheless picking up on what he was getting at. He just wanted you to feel good. He pulled away and looked at you while wiggling his fingers, “can I do that?” You blushed and went to punch him in the shoulder, your hand being grabbed and held against the mattress before it got anywhere close to making contact.

You stayed silent, really wanting him to continue but suddenly being worried about how he would do it, how it would feel; What would he do if you couldn’t come? Was he even trying to do that?

“You get into your own head way too much.” He chastised. He knew that you were terrified of saying or doing the wrong thing, of making him uncomfortable, scared of letting go for him, so he decided to change his approach. He flipped over to his back and brought you on top of him, fitting one of his thighs between your legs

“Did what I was doing feel good to you?” You nodded. “Would you like to feel that feeling again?” You nodded again. He slipped his hands down to your butt, squeezing and laughing at your squeal.. “Then only focus on that. Focus on now, not tomorrow. And I promise you, there is absolutely nothing that you could do wrong right now. You have all of the control. Just take what you want, and if you decide that you’ve had enough we can stop, okay?” He wrapped one arm around you, cradling you to his chest and the other going to your hip, gently guiding you into a slow drag against his thigh. And he was a little surprised at what he felt. You were soaked, everytime you moved he could hear it and he knew you could too because he felt you tense up and start to pull away again. Before you could even open your mouth- for what you had no idea, perhaps to apologize for being a desperate mess- he cut you off with a hiss, your thigh rubbing against his erection just right.

“I wanna make you feel good, okay? Don’t worry about me.. ” He trailed off, eyes rolling back into his head when you continued to brush against him. You were so soft, warm breasts pressing against his chest and the weight of your body holding him down in the best of ways. He liked this. He had already known that he was going to enjoy this. But this was very very good to him. He couldn’t think of a better feeling, his hot and soft best friend slowly grinding her pretty little pussy on his thigh and your chubby thigh grinding against his cock just right.

You kept going, albeit a little hesitantly, probably curious about how he would react. He felt his stomach tighten and screwed his eyes shut, trying to ignore how good you were making him feel. When you adjusted your position and it grinded on him a little harder he outright moaned, hands shooting out to stop your hips.

“Y/N…” He hummed in slight warning and you whined on top of him, burying your head into his chest. You couldn’t help it, not when you had had a taste of him grinding his dick into your pussy moments ago. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, and hearing him moan because of you was addicting, your stomach fluttering at the thought of him getting off because of you. That's what you wanted.

“You said I could take what I wanted. I want to make you feel good too…” You felt yourself blush at the mumbled confession. What if he didn’t want that? What if he was only doing all of this because he felt sorry for you and he actually hated it?

He thought about it. This was about giving you a sexual awakening of sorts, to touch you and help you experience pleasure and explore your sexuality. Why should he stop you from exploring him too, if that’s what you wanted? It’s not like he didn’t want it too.

“Tell you what. You can do whatever you want, however you want to do it. But I don’t want you only thinking about getting me off. Focus on yourself getting off, and whatever happens with me, happens. Sound okay?” You lifted your head up and hesitantly looked at him, wondering if he really meant what he said.

“However I want to do it?” He nodded. “And whatever happens, happens?” He nodded again, kind of worried about what you had going on in that pretty head of yours. He got an idea of just what that might be when you straddled his hips instead, and he assumed that you were attempting to nestle his cock in your slit, just like the way he was doing to you before. He relaxed against the pillows, watching you try to adjust his erection so you could grind against the underside, trying to feel his tip bump into your little clit without touching him.

“Such a shy little thing~” He teased, laughing when you whined. He was half tempted to grab your hand and wrap it around his cock for you, wanting to see your innocent hands in such a dirty act. He wanted to ruin your innocence, turn you into his little toy. Instead he jokingly scolded you for making him do all the work, his words dying on his lips when he felt your warmth envelope him.

You gave an experimental and gentle roll of your hips and your eyes fluttered closed as you hung your head down, trying to hide how good you were feeling (at least he hoped that's what you were doing). He had the urge to do whatever it took to get you to let out some noise, grabbing your hips and pulling you down harder against him, making the entirety of your pussy slide up and down his hard on and causing you to let out the cutest little mewl. You bit your lip, trying to contain those noises but he caught your lips in a hot kiss, coaxing your lips open with the tip of his tongue and lightly licking into your mouth. He told you to keep your mouth open, to let him hear those little noises fall from your pretty lips before kissing you again, tangling his tongue with yours. Your hips picked up their rhythm again as you rested your elbows on either side of his head, whimpering into his mouth at the change of angle.

He wished you were both naked, your soft skin and body completely pressed against his more slender form, nothing separating you two. He just wanted to feel your skin, all of your skin, underneath the palms of his hands, your wet pussy lips directly on his naked cock. He wondered if you would be so wet that he would be able to hear it, the sticky, squelching noise making you blush and try to hide from him. He slid his hands underneath your shirt, lightly dragging his nails up and down your back, marking his new baby. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, panting and yelping when he managed to shift your position to one that put your clit directly onto his cock.

“Clothes are gonna be all sticky.” He panted, capturing your lips in another kiss, pulling away and resting your forehead against his, making you keep eye contact. “I feel how soaked you are. So warm and wet. Wonder what it would feel like, wrapped around my cock.” You whimpered at his dirty mouth, wanting to desperately close your eyes but being unable to break away from his gaze. He groaned at the fucked out look in your eyes, showing just how much control he had over you. He was aware of the tone his voice was taking, no longer being able to resist completely taking the lead. He wanted to make sure you were getting as much as you could out of this, that you were aware of all the dirty and sinful things he was thinking about.

“Can’t take them off though. I’d get my come all over you. Maybe even inside of you...” Your hips stuttered on top of his, a low moan spilling from that pretty mouth of yours and your eyes slipping closed. You liked the idea of that. Your pussy being covered in his come, being marked by him in such a filthy way. What was wrong with you? Why did you like that? What was he doing to you?

“Oh, the pretty little baby likes that, doesn’t she? You want me to get you messy with my come? Wanna feel it inside of you?” He couldn’t resist talking to you like this, especially when you reacted so strongly. But he could tell that you were feeling ashamed and embarrassed, not knowing where these desires were coming from. He captured your lips in a sweet and gentle kiss, completely contrasting with the current mood between the two of you.

“It's okay to like things like that, baby. I like things like that too. You’re perfect.” He was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to hear your voice, to hear how you were feeling, what you were thinking about. He wanted to know what you fantasized about.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, I want to hear you. It doesn’t have to be something big, just tell me something.”

What were you thinking about exactly? You were thinking about him, how you had always thought you were wrong for wanting this with him, for wanting him to touch you, for wanting to touch him. You hated how much you liked this, liked him. You hated knowing that this was most likely just sex to him, nothing more, hated how stupid you felt for liking someone like Changkyun when you knew that he was never going to be truly into you the same way you were into him.

But he always made sure you were okay. He always made sure that you felt important and included. He never judged you for how needy you could get around him, how pouty and whiny he could make you with as little as a look

“You take such good care of me. You always have. Make me feel helpless, and it feels so good. You feel so fucking good.” You were terrified of what he was going to think about that, what he would say, so you captured his lips in a bruising kiss, whining when you felt him pull you closer with his hands tangled into your hair as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Changkyun felt his stomach tighten at your words, them bringing him that much closer to his end. He was so glad that you could feel how much he cared about you, that he made you feel good, that he was making you feel good now. That’s all he wanted, was to make you feel good and taken care of. That’s all that mattered. When he tried to pull away and tell you this you refused, pressing your lips harder against his. He chuckled lowly in the back of his throat, realizing what you were trying to do. You didn’t want him to respond, how cute. He knotted his hand in the hair at the back of your head and firmly tugged, breaking free from your lips when you whimpered.

“Fuck…” He growled, tracing his thumb over your swollen, red lips, smirking when your tongue poked out to lick at the tip. “Such a good girl for letting me inside your head. Look so beautiful right now, all fucked out and we haven’t even taken off our clothes. Think you can come for me?” You nodded, wanting to make him happy and proud of you, to feel good.

You ground your hips with a newfound fervor, realising just how tight your lower stomach felt. You dug your nails into his shoulders, balancing on a knife’s edge. You knew as soon as you let go that you would be truly fucked over, you just knew that sex or intimacy or whatever you wanted to call it was never going to be this good again. No one could make you feel the way Changkyun could. You would never get over him after this.

But you could feel him throbbing beneath you, encouraging you to go just a bit longer, that you were making him feel so good and that you were going to make a mess out of the both of you. Your hips started to stutter, the exhaustion starting to catch up to you. You had been sitting on the edge for so long that you honestly didn’t know how to let go.

“Gonna give it to me?” You whimpered low in your throat and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, almost afraid of the intense feeling that you felt bubbling up inside you. He could feel you starting to tense up, holding the foreign, intense feeling back. You were scared of the intensity, and his heart flipped in his chest, knowing that you holding it back was going to make it that much stronger.

“I know you’re scared, baby. But I have you. You’re safe, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.” You felt so vulnerable and weak and like you would break apart if he wasn’t there to hold all of your pieces together. But at the same time you felt like he was the one tearing you apart, somehow getting inside of your head, knowing exactly what to say and making you hang onto his every word. He had control over you, and you knew that through this control he was guiding you and protecting you from all of the bad in the world. He would always make sure you were safe.

You suddenly threw your arms around his neck and tugged him impossibly closer, needing to feel him, all of him against you. You whimpered into his neck as you shook in his arms, that feeling of safety and protection sending you over the edge. You felt like you were feeling everything and nothing at once, the intense, blinding pleasure dulling all of your senses. Your body had gone rigid on top of him, your hips stopping their movements and you felt the sensation start to fizzle out at the very edges, until he took control of your hips slowly grinding into your clit and prolonging the pleasure for as long as he possibly could.

He couldn’t get over how beautiful your noises were, how good it felt to be the reason you were shaking that way, the reason you had gotten so wet and warm. He slid his hands down your back, pushing you down and grinding up into your pussy. You sobbed into his neck when the tip of his cock caught your clit and he stayed there repeating the motion over and over again. Your body was so tight from the prolonging of your orgasm that you couldn’t get away from him, couldn’t relax, couldn’t do anything besides take everything he gave you.

It was your broken sob that sent him over the edge, the feeling starting in his lower gut and quickly overtaking him, a groan resonating from deep within his chest. He felt his hot come spill into his briefs, the head throbbing against your clit and making you whimper. He ground you down as long as he could stand it, knowing that you would take it for him, take the overstimulation like the good girl he knew you were. He finally let you relax against his chest, hands going up to rub your back and help you come down from your high completely.

Something was wrong. You didn’t feel right. You felt fragile and scared and almost a sense of impending doom, like something bad was going to happen. You felt your heart rate kick up again and you started to shiver. You couldn’t stop. You felt so empty and confused. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Did you do something wrong?

You two laid like that for a while, in a post-orgasm daze and not saying anything. He needed to get you both cleaned up, as you had started to shiver in his arms and he figured that it had something to do with how you had soaked through your underwear and shorts.

He felt that something was wrong before he even really consciously noticed it. He instinctively tried to pull you out of his neck to check on you, but you immediately panicked, tightening your hold on him and repeatedly telling him no anytime he tried to move you.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” You repeated it over and over again into his neck and it would have been cute if you hadn’t sounded so scared and disoriented. He wrapped his arms around your once again shaking form, cradling you to his chest and cooing into your ear about how much he loved you too, how you had been so good for him, that he was proud of you for letting him in like that, that he wasn’t going to leave, anything he could think of to try and soothe you.

Sub drop.

Changkyun hadn’t even thought about the possibility of it being an issue. He hadn’t hit you, yelled at you, punished you, called you degrading names. But he had still put you into a submissive headspace and he distinctly remembered noticing it. He should have been talking to you as soon as he was able, praising you immediately afterwards, anything. He should have warned you about it before you even began. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

“Baby I’m so sorry. You’re having sub drop, and it's normal. I should have told you about it before we did anything.” He explained that it usually happened after more intense sex sessions (which is why he didn’t think to mention it) but this was your first time doing anything like this so obviously this was very intense for you, and you were understandably emotional and a little on edge the whole time, and that this feeling was just a reaction to you being off of that edge now.

You talked about how you were feeling, how you had went from feeling everything at once to nothing and it scared you, how you thought you did something wrong because he didn’t say anything for a while, that he didn’t like you anymore, and that he was going to leave you.

“I know that it’s dumb…”

“You’re feelings are not dumb. They matter. But,” He kissed you on the nose and rested his forehead against yours, “you did nothing wrong, you did everything perfectly,” you whined and tried to hide your face from him, not liking the praise. “No~ I’m serious. You were perfect. You’re always perfect. You’re my best friend and I love you more than anything, I’m never going to leave you, I promise.” He kissed you on the cheek and hugged you again and you guys sat in silence once more, contemplating what this meant for your friendship. Despite his reassurances you didn’t have high hopes, you knew that you would be unable to look at him as just a friend now and it sounded like that was what he was wanting to be. He didn’t want to think about this having a negative impact on your friendship, rather hoping that it just made you guys closer.

“You really did make a mess out of both of us, though”

“Stopppppp!”

“No, seriously, that was an intense orgasm. It was for me anyway, I’m assuming it was for you too, considering you’ve never had one and all…” He smirked, “until I gave you one.” He winked at you and got out of reach of your fist just in time, laughing the whole time.

“Oh my God, would you shUT UP?”

Maybe it was the lack of things not changing between you two that made you feel like you were okay with being just friends. Maybe it was just because part of you hoped, even though you knew that it was unlikely, that he reciprocated your feelings and was keeping it to himself.

That’s probably why him getting with Hoseok a few weeks later felt like such a punch to the gut.

#changkyun #i.m.#changkyun smut #changkyun scenarios #i.m. smut #i.m. scenarios #monsta x #monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios

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bt-note · 4 years

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IMAGINE MONSTA X AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS PART. TWO/ AKA MONSTA X IN BED. ( NSFW )

Hi this is gonna be dirty so pls dont read if that aint what ur into

Where my hard stans at....?

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SHOWNU

Shownus really sweet so hes be really gentle with you

A switch

Lube if needed

Never wants to hurt you so he's gentle

Not loud at all

Is 100% more interseted in your needs

Nervous when you initiate stuff but wont say no

Missionary

A good mix of soft and hard

Never gets boring even when you do it missionary so much

Loves complimenting you

Kisses you a lot

Kisses your neck and thighs specifically

Likes to eat you out

Wouldnt want you to suck his dick in fear of hurting you

But would be a wreck if you did it anyway

Blushing mess, fistfulls of your hair

You'd wreck him whenever you could

Being rough and fast with him. Making him forget his worries

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WONHO

(That gif got me dead)

Wonho fucks HARD

100% a top

You cant change my mind

Biggest dick in the group

Will pick u up and fuck anywhere he wants

Youd probably fuck against the wall a lot I imagine itd be his favorite way to

Probably doesnt fuck naked but tears clothes off impatiently

Would pull ur hair and say DISGUSTING things to you

Very rough, lots of marking

Hope u dont like to walk because u won't be after this

Curses a lot and groans instead of moaning

Unless u suck his dick. That could get him moaning fast

"You're so fucking hot"

Gets turned on by the smallest things you do

Horny 24/7

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MINHYUK

Minhyuk is fucking DIRTY

would spit on u and call u a bitch tbh

Another Top.

Teases u a LOT

Doesnt matter whos around, he doesnt need to try hard to rile you up

CHOKING

Hes NASTY. Would probably slam u against the wall and choke you

Name calling for sure

Doesnt care for blowjobs. Would rather fuck

Hes a moaner for sure

Long shlong

Hes a little brat so hed probably make you beg for it

Likes overstimulating you

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KIHYUN

Im gonna say it

Hes a bottom for sure

Could probably be a top if he was in a bad mood

So basically hot angry sex

Other than that:

Genuinely shy and you can get him flustered real easy

Would probably cum if u pulled his hair or called him pretty

Deffinetly loud

Pls suck his dick he'd be so loud and flustered

Probably a begger

"Please dont stop"

Really cute when hes flustered and horny

If he was topping you hed bury his head in your neck or tiddies

Likes being overstimulated

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HYUNGWON

Not lazy but not as agressive as Wonho Or Minhyuk

Kinda a switch

Likes it when youre on top of him

Isnt afraid to be rough. Hes just more into fuckin slow

His LIPS are a kink of their own

So heavy kissing

Kisses you and your neck a lot

Just kisses you all over really

Lotta foreplay

Fingering. Eating u out. U suckin his dick. All of it

Not really loud

Just kinda throws his head back and groans

Holds u close when you fuck

Holds ur hand too

Not gentle or rough. A good mix of the two

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JOOHEON

I feel like hes unpredictable

I mean hes basically duality king

So I'm gonna say hes a switch leaning more towards top

Deffinetly a huge fucking tease

Will make you beg for it

I'm convinced all rappers are really good at eating pussy

So hes no exception to this

And hed probably like it a lot

Hes an ass man

Slaps your ass every time he sees u

Will bend u over ANYWHERE he wants

Rough, unpredictable, and MESSY

Sweaty, messy hair, hickeys, ruined bed

Change the sheets when ur done PLS

If you topped him hed be whiny

Lots of curses. Would probably top you in the end tho

Loud when you suck his dick

Needy all the time.

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Changkyun/I.M

Would try anything and everything youd want him to

I can see him as a heavy switch tbh

Like he could call you baby and you'd be on ur knees in an instant

Or you could sit on his lap and nibble on his ear and have him wrapped around your finger instantly

Hes only loud when youre topping

Moaning mess if you go down on him or nibble his ears or neck

Deffinetly feel like he has a biting kink tbh

Youre leaving the bedroom with hickeys all over you and so is he

Gets flustered easily if you try anything in public and will punish u for it later

Pull his hair pls

Would be into choking but a bit nervous

Messy as well but not that bad

#monsta x reader #monsta x boyfriend #monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios #monsta x #kihyun #hyungwon #shownu #wonho cute #fight for wonho #wonhocomeback #wonho scenarios #wonho imagines #jooheon #minhyuk #minhyun #im changkun #changkyun

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clareisa · 4 years

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We should go to sleep - police!AU - 「Wonho/Lee Hoseok」

Request (requested by @xxkittenbebexx): Wonho police Au, (fluff, smut) you're stressed out cuz he's working on a murder affair and you can't bare it.

A/N: Here it goes! Please, enjoy!♥

- gifs are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please, excuse my mistakes

♥AUs Special Writing Season ♥

The sound of your nervous steps on the wooden floor was echoing across yours and your boyfriend’s apartment. He was supposed to be home in the afternoon but it was already a deep night and there was no sign of his existence. He wasn’t picking up the phone, his colleagues as well. And you were too scared to walk alone to the police station that was quite far away in the middle of the night. He was away for days already. Hoseok was excellent in his work and you, of course, were supporting him in the thing he loves. But sometimes it was too much for you. In his department, things get often dangerous and you didn’t like that at all. The constant stress and fear were eating you alive. You couldn’t imagine something bad would happen to the person you loved the most in this world.

You picked the phone once again and tried to call him again. Nothing. But... nothing bad could happen, right? They would have already called you if he got hurt or... no! You even didn’t want to think about that word. You need to be strong and trust him. You just sat on the couch, gripping your phone close to you and looking to the endless dark behind your window. You were whispering pleas to yourself for him to come back as soon as possible.

As if someone out there, high up, heard your prays, suddenly a sound of unlocking the door came to your ear. You immediately stood up and ran to the hall with excitement. When you saw his messy raven locks and how he was taking the leather jacket off of his wide shoulders a wave of relief ran through your whole body.

He hung the jacket on the hanger. He thought you were asleep so he tried his best to be quiet but when he turned to your way and saw you, the surprise was obvious on his face. But the widened eyes quickly turned into a heartwarming smile you loved so much.

“Why are you still up, baby?” he asked softly and walked close to you. You immediately threw yourself around his shoulders and nuzzled your face to his neck. You heard him chuckle and then you felt his strong arms hugging your tiny frame in a loving hug.

“I was worried about you. You are not answering my calls, neither your colleagues. Plus you said you are working on that case and there is still murderers running outside! I was s-so scared Hoseok I-” you didn’t finish when he started rubbing your back and whispering soft “Shhhhh.” he wanted to calm you down.

One of his hands loosed the grip of you and he leaned a little bit back. As you saw his comforting smile you wanted to cry. You wanted to release all the stress you held inside for so long. It was still unbelievable he was back and holding you again.

“Angel, look into my eyes.” he caressed your cheek lovingly, making you look deep into your eyes. “I’m already home. Strong and healthy as ever. I’m holding you. You don’t need to worry anymore...okay?” he smiled sweetly. You took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“I came so late because we were finishing up the case and we wanted to have everything done before going home.” he said and kissed your forehead, “So I can come back to the love of my life relieved that I don’t need to stress anymore and just enjoy her beautiful form with every one of my senses.” as he finished you felt your cheeks burning and you couldn’t help yourself and looked down. You knew he wasn’t thinking about dirty things, he was sometimes too innocent, but the lewd imagine of him finally taking you after a long time flashed before your eyes and you didn’t want him to caught you since he knew you very well and how you look when you are thinking about certain, not so pure, things.

“We should go to sleep, baby. It’s pretty late already.” he said. You couldn’t answer him because he suddenly, with ease, lifted you up to his embrace in a bridal style. From his sudden move, you squeaked in surprise and pressed yourself firmly to his chest to not fall. This made him laugh a little, “You are still the cutest in the world.” he whispered to your ear, making you both giggle.

Hoseok walked with you to your bedroom and wanted to put you down on the bed. But when he laid you down and wanted to stand up again you weren’t having hit. Since he was now above you, you didn’t let break the hold behind his neck and you even wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing him closer to you.

“B-babe? What are you doing?” he chuckled in embarrassment. He didn’t expect for you to not let go.

You suggestively bit your lower lip while observing him up and down like if he was a five-course meal, “I missed you Hoseok. So so so so fucking much.” you even cursed in a cute voice which really took his breath away.

“A-aren’t you tired?” he giggled nervously really not expecting your behaviour. Yes, he was needy as well and he wanted to make you his as soon as he would come home but he didn’t want to be too pushy.

“I’m tired of being alone. Please, Hoseok... love me.” you whispered the last two words with neediness. His breath turned heavy and slow. He observed your face, eyes full of love but lust as well, your plump lips parted and waiting for a kiss, your delicate neck clear like a canvas waiting to be painted. Your body radiating sensuality and desire and your skin hot on touch. There wasn’t better evidence for you wanting him... needing him, than how perfect you looked in that moment.

“ I missed you too.” his voice going down by an octave. He took your face into his hand and connected your lips in swift and hard move. You both groaned into each other’s mouths thanks to the familiar feeling you both craved and missed. His hands swiftly ran under your pyjama top and sensually started touching all over your chest, squeezing the soft flesh, teasing your sensitive hard nipples with the tip of his fingers. You couldn’t help and started moaning to his mouth.

He broke the kiss and immediately took off your top and shorts, revealing your naked body to him. He could feel the blood rushing to his member, making it harder and harder each second he continued to look at your perfect form underneath him. He took off his shirt as well and couldn’t be more surprised when your hand immediately were touching and chest and your fingers drawing alongside the hot skin of his abs.

Hoseok leaned back down and his mouth went straight to your neck, placing open-mouthed wet and messy kisses all over your neck. Your hands went to his hair and pulled the roots making your boyfriend growl to your neck. When your hands stopped they went down and unzipped his pants quickly, taking them a little down. You could feel smiling into your neck and he, by himself, took the jeans swiftly off, leaving him only in boxers. You already could see the outline of his thick hard member suffering under the fabric.

As he saw you looking at his length he smiled lewdly. Took your chin harshly and made you look right into his eyes. As you were looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes you suddenly felt the delicious move of his hips. He started grinding his still clothed length against your bare rose into which he was so excited to slide in.

Just the grinding was making you go closer and closer to your first high but he stopped. “Not yet, baby girl. We have time until the sun will rise. And until then I’ll be making you mine again and again until you’ll be begging me to stop...”

#wonho #wonho drabble #wonho oneshot #wonho fluff #wonho smut #monsta x drabble #monsta x oneshot #monsta x fluff #monsta x smut #monsta x au #monsta x #lee hoseok #wonho au

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adonis-koo · 4 years

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don’t call me angel

Note: a parting gift for the new year! I hope you all enjoy because snarky best friends Seokjin/MC is my new favorite trope 🥺

↳ Summary: Life as an assassin was never what it was supposed to be, filled with bloody knuckles and bruised skin, sleepless nights and empty tears spilled. Life was hell, but it looked like just a fracture of heaven when Seokjin was with you. Until he’s become distant, tense when you speak to others, different, but just enough for you to subtly notice.

↳ Genre: Assassin!AU, angst, fluff, smut, fwb(?)

↳ Word Count: 14k

↳ Pairing: Seokjin/Reader, Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC and Seokjin act like an old married couple, so much banter, jealous!Seokjin, dirty talk, begging, MC cries during sex, breathplay, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, sex toys, bondage, possession kink, spanking, did I mention begging? Begging kink? Penetrative sex, MC doesn’t like to sub but Seokjin turns her into a little bitch, angry sex, HEAVY degradation, edging, cumplay

Namjoon | Seokjin | Jungkook

The seat was cold, the good news was your ass had become numb at least an hour ago, regardless, the metal outdoor chair that had been seated in front of the cafe that was well past closing time was anything but comfortable. Your knuckles were nearly blue and you had kept your teeth from chattering. How the guards didn’t bother to ID check you at this hour was honestly god sent. One lonely girl, three in the morning, a silenced beretta strapped to your stomach that was concealed by the hoodie you wore.

You thought at least the weeb kitsune masks you had begged Seokjin to buy would’ve raised some suspicious if not their interest in harassing a young girl late at night. But alas, it was early morning, freezing and you could tell even with an AR-15 in hand they all would much rather be in bed asleep. Surely they would’ve seen your lip twitch in a scoff had it not been for the black medical mask: Sloppy.

No wonder this was like stealing candy from a baby when your target hired shitty club level security. Glancing back down at your phone your eyes flickered up once more to the figure across the narrow street, also seated on a bench, Seokjin never did like the cold either.

You couldn’t even finish typing before fumbling with your phone at the familiar sound of the silenced shot sound, pulling the pistol from its holster you had quickly rolled from your chair to kneel before firing two shots into the men who had hardly any time to witness their coworkers splattered like pancakes on a sunday morning onto the ground.

“Can you fucking wait five seconds!?” You snapped standing up as you pushed the safety back on your firearm, “You’re lucky we’re as well trained as we are.”

Seokjin who had been strolling across the road suddenly flung his arms up in the air, his face shielded by the- in his opinion- ridiculous kitsune mask and medical mask both. But you knew his expressions well enough by now to practically see the snarky, raised brow and incredulous look, “You were the one who wanted to take governors avenue! Seokjin it will be faster.”

Your lips curled in anger as you squinted at him from your skewed, darkened vision of your mask, this little shit was mocking you! “It was! Who the hell wants to fucking scale a cliff at three in the morning!? Not me!” You opened your mouth only to scowl as you twisted around to face the direction you had been slowly commuting.

Technically the more discreet route would’ve been cliffside but that was also under heavy regulation and Yoongi didn’t have enough clarence, or strings to pull to get you an entry card. Therefore scaling would’ve been your only option, but jesus fuck! Three in the morning, nearly negative ten degrees. It would the slowest pace, but safest.

But for fucks sake you killed people for a living who wanted to freeze their ass off cliffside when you had a direct path. It was the most risky and crawling with security but goddamn was it less cold between the buildings and a whole lot closer to your destination, so honestly? The choice was obvious to make, Seokjin just wanted to complain and gripe about not getting his way, to which you’d ignore or tell him to suck it up, like now.

“You know what? Whatever, the longer we stay here the more likely trucks will be on rotation, come on put the bodies in that alley way, snow will cover up the rest of the blood.” You were already dragging the meathead of the group into the narrow alley as Seokjin groaned, kicking at the fresh pile of snow before- most likely rolling his eyes and doing as told.

“Wouldn’t have to put a body in an alleyway if you did what we were supposed too.” Seokjin grumbled under his breath as he slumped the last body down next to it’s new grave for the next...hour at most? Your brain was constantly ticking in the future, that would be enough time...If everything went too plan.

“Oh shut up where’s the fun in that.” You slapped his back earning a grunt from him as you let out a breathy laugh, appearing out of the alley way as you made your way back up the street.

This villa was technically under curfew yet the guards on rotation really just didn’t seem to give a shit, most likely out of not getting paid enough and less loyalty to their boss then to their wives, it was the cars Yoongi said you’d have to watch out for. They were the higher rank and the ones that could track you down if things went from bad to worse.

The good news was that was the last hurdle of this night...well on the outside of the mansion, The lights were all on and you could hear the music blaring even from here, they’d surely be up all night in celebration, Wonho and his cronies at least. Everyone else...well they might get the hint the party was over when you took your leave.

Seokjin and you had parted ways as he made his way to the watch tower that overlooked your room, or well the vacant one you’d be scaling too. The mansion was a little more tricky, guards were suspicious at every rattle and noise they heard and the time slot for you to scale up five floors was going to be crunched.

“Any day now.” You sighed, leaning back against the brick wall, branches uncomfortably sticking and poking every end of your body as you did your best to not breath as any time you did the bushes would rattle, a thin layer of snow was nearly coating your whole body and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore, “Seriously for fucks sake, what are you doing? Taking a piss off the tower? It’s fucking cold and the little paranoid freak won’t stop staring at my bush everytime I try to move.”

“Staring at your bush?” Seokjin’s voice crackled from your intercom as he tutted, sounding thoroughly unamused and you could almost see his snide lip curl, “You need to go back to languages class.” You only rolled your eyes as he continued, “I just set up camp and got rid of the bodies, you’re underneath your window right?”

You managed to get up against the building and set yourself down but two guards just wouldn’t leave the perimeter despite rotation, glancing up you could see the ledge of your room’s window even from the ground but there was no way you’d make it fifteen feet without a bullet in the ass, or potentially head, “Yeah but those two won’t leave, can you get them out of here?”

“No there’s two over on the east side that could see from the position they’re in, let me wire Yoongi and see if he can help. Just sit tight for now.” You let out a silent groan as you pressed back against the wall.

You couldn’t say you weren’t getting paid enough for this, because in most casing you definitely were but honestly? No amount of money was worth sitting in ass freezing snow waiting for god only knew how long just to get inside. You closed your eyes trying to imagine the inside of the mansion, Wonho was rich, he’d have heating, it would be warm, maybe you could even get a drink if you’re lucky.

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of the two guards who had been on standby suddenly rushing over to the east as if something urgent had happened. Fuck you could only hope Kim hadn’t blown his cover, he was a careful guy, there was no way it was him. Hopefully, he should be in the building by now.

“Yoongi scrambled their gates lock system, you have five minutes before west guards make their way up.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you stood up, wasting no time to utilize the window seals for your climb. Had you not been awake for over seventeen hours this would’ve felt like a piece of cake.

Your arms were still strained however as you paused, groaning as you muttered, “Namjoon better have unlocked that fucking window.” Kim was supposed to prep your room before making his way down to scope out the main floor, he was never sloppy, but being tired, sleep deprived and the first phase of hunger setting in was really making you question your life choices. Or what little choice you were given at least.

“You know if you keep bitching they’re gonna see you.” Seokjin replied, suddenly snorting as he continued, “Actually, bet they will. I’ll finally be free from your constant whining and stubbornness.”

Clacking your tongue you pushed open the window before climbing through, sighing you collapsed on the ground, temporarily closing your eyes as you replied, “Maybe, but your life would be a hell of a lot less fun without me.”

“Well it will be if you don’t get your ass up, come on Y/n we don’t have all day. Some of us don’t get the luxury of going inside.” Seokjin complained as you rolled your eyes, standing up as you shut the window. Turning around you made your way for the closet, pushing the hood down and peeling off your facial wear.

“Boohoo, suck it up. This shouldn’t take longer than a half hour at most.” Stripping down you let your skin bask in the heated warmth of the indoors. Your blood was pulsing and throbbing at the drastic temperature change as you began to dig through the closet. You could only hope Wonho had already drank enough to not be entirely straight on his feet or else this was going to be a lot longer than you wanted.

This however, was a celebration after all, Wonho just successfully took down one of Rio’s biggest militias and long time overseas rival. Everyone would be drunk tonight, and if not they were well on their way.

“Wow you couldn’t even dress for the occasion,” Seokjin whistled low while tutting, as if in disappointment as you stood up straight, glaring over your shoulder at the window where he undoubtedly had the scope of his sniper aimed on your ass, only covered in a plain pair of black thermal underwear in hopes of keeping you warm. It did not.

“I’m here to lynch him Jin, not sleep with him.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled the dress from the closet, pulling it over your shoulders before tugging down the tight material that strapped against your body, your cleavage decently on display, hopefully enough to keep Wonho’s interest compared to all the other, more than likely attractive women to keep his attention. Kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks you could hear Seokjin scoff through the static, “Could’ve fooled me.”

You decided to ignore his comment as you slipped on the heels, you were already fairly tall as it was and if he couldn’t see you before he definitely would now given you were at the same height as a fully grown man, “Alright, I'm on my way to location, keep me updated if rotation for guards changes.”

“On it.”

Shoving your clothes into the bottom of the closet you firmly shut the door before making your way out of the room, the hallway was packed just as you assumed yet no one questioned you stepping out of the room, all to absorbed in their conversations, or the person they were lip locked with. Shuffling through the hallway you made your way to the elevator, the woman inside was almost completely wasted, knocking you to the back where the greasy older gentlemen stood with a slight drunken leer in his eyes while licking his lips at the sight of your breasts.

Grimacing you folded your arms as you ignored the packed, alcohol reeked scene, finally breathing relief at the ding of the door before exiting the elevator.

The main floor wasn’t much better, it had been completely trashed and bottles had littered the floor. Honestly it rivaled that of a much more expensive, and dangerous version of a frat house. Your eyes however weren’t trained on the floor anymore as you scoped the crowd, your eyes landing on the three piece clad blue suit and slicked, styled hair as you swooped in, strutting towards the figure before standing beside him with a hum, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“We were briefed on this in the same room Y/n.” Namjoon glanced at you as he rolled his eyes, ever the pragmatic, glancing at your figure before giving a small nod, “Good to see you didn’t bust your ass trying to get in.”

Your lips twisted into a scowl, you were never known for your scaling skills and maybe that was why you snubbed Seokjin’s idea of using cliffside to get in, regardless, you made it and that was what counted, crossing your arms you said, “And if I had, do you think you could get Wonho to swing the other way?”

To that he rolled his eyes once more. Namjoon and you...had a long history one that was naturally shared with Seokjin of course. He was the leader of your group...well...as much as he could be. Operations were rarely held as a full team but usually he’d always lead them when they were. You and Seokjin were the first two to be assembled onto the team, or the first to meet Namjoon at least. You had met him before when you were younger though, briefly.

Not only was Namjoon a good assault expert and spy but he was like the glue that kept everyone from killing each other. He had your respect and that was the highest honor someone could ever receive from you. He was an excellent leader.

“You are the most stale person I’ve ever met,” You muttered under your breath, his lack of banter however was always something that made you grumble, he was dry, pragmatic and could always be relied on to get the job done. But where was the jazz? Where was the spice? The drama? Talk about boring, “Is the target on sight?”

“Back corner of the room on the right. We have company.” Namjoon tutted, his tone of voice suddenly on edge making you stand up straighter, glancing around in search for what he meant. What you found however was the familiar sight of burgundy hair and a charismatic smile that could rival the sun.

Squinting your eyes slightly you felt confusion suddenly cloud your thoughts at the unexpected appearance of your interrogation expert, “What is Hoseok doing here?” You glanced at Namjoon curiously but his expression told you he was just as in the dark, and his brooding eyes let you know he was less than happy about it.

“Who knows,” His eyes flickered to the ground, his icy glare enough to freeze someone had he looked up, “Park loves keeping us in the dark.”

It was the truth, in all fairness. Park almost always used the whole team for an operation yet never told one another, just leaving you all in the dark as the puzzle pieces fell together. You supposed you didn’t have a reason to know why Hoseok was here, but a heads up would’ve been nice had things gone sideways.

This was how Park ran though, it’s what made his business, his elite group from potentially selling him out and turning on him. You can’t leak an operation if you don’t know who else is apart of it. He always had more than one motive for something like this. You knew he did, you just couldn’t figure out what.

You shrugged, glancing at Hoseok’s figure one last time before letting your eyes slowly flicker to Wonho, he was still cramped up in the corner with his friends and right hand man, all laughing and looking about as drunk as you had hoped. Good.

“Where’s your little protege at?” Your lips curled slightly as you quipped.

Namjoon couldn’t stop the snort from escaping his lips as he curved an eyebrow at you, flecks of amusement in his eyes, “Sitting at home probably beating the shit out of a punching bag. Made him sit this one out, it’s too important and I don’t think he has enough experience for something like infiltration yet.”

Humming you glanced back at your target, “Not a lot of faith there huh. He’s never gonna gain experience if you don’t let him.” It was ironic for you to be the one saying that given he hated your guts for an unbeknownst reason but you did feel for the kid. He had potential, he just needed to hone it, and maybe mature a little.

“Maybe when he doesn’t threaten to choke slam you anytime you’re in the same room.” Namjoon replied as you threw up your hands, you couldn’t help it. Well maybe you could, you were well known for instigating when someone was in a bad mood but still, you had to keep yourself on your toes somehow.

“Alright fair enough,” You surrendered with a sigh, “Let’s just get this over with, stand here any longer and Seokjin is gonna be up my ass about how he’s cold. You should head for rendezvous, I got things from here.”

Namjoon only nodded as he replied, “Copy. Good luck L/n.” With that Namjoon took a step back before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone as you subtly kept your eyes on your target as you began your trek over to his location. Lingering around the bar as you shifted your expression into a far more pleasant one. It took a few more minutes but you had caught Wonho’s eyes just as you had hoped, tossing him a shy smile as you glanced away.

It was almost too easy getting his attention, you had played this little game for only a few more minutes before you watched him abruptly dismiss his friends as he walked your way. You had to drop your gaze back to the floor the glass you held still completely full despite acting as if you were casually drinking.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met, the names Lee Wonho.” Wonho had smoothly introduced himself as he loosened his tie, his eyes not leaving your figure as you bashfully glanced up, resisting the urge to let your lips cave into a full blown smirk.

Rather you kept the seemingly innocent look on your eyes as you smiled sheepishly, “O-oh...I...I didn’t realize you were the owner of the estate, Choi Dahyun, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It was like a fish and reel and Wonho was practically racing towards the dry land as he wolfishly grabbed your hand you had extended, pressing it to his lips as he smirked, “The pleasure is all mine.” You had to resist the urge to cringe as you smiled once more. Easing into conversation with possibly one of the biggest underworld leaders at the moment.

It took months to set this up, to get to this moment in time. Finally, you’d be able to rest once this was over. It was almost amusing to think about, Wonho was a man in his mid forties, a whole empire behind him that had been passed down to him by his grandfather, he dealt in mafia affairs, one of the biggest narcotic dealers on the blackmarket and his stock of stolen military weaponry was uncanny. And yet, he was about to meet his demise by a pretty face and a set of tits. The irony was something you’d revel in for days and something that would look shiny on your resume.

It was almost too easy getting Wonho up to your room, you had even kept your eyes peeled, feeling as if this was too easy. Did he know? You could feel the small sliver of paranoia in the back of your head. Did Wonho know who you were? Was this apart of his plan? You couldn’t help but wonder. At this point though, did you have a choice? It was now or never.

You nearly grimaced at the way Wonho’s lips practically sucked against yours, his teeth messily gnashing as you pulled him into the room. The door shutting behind him as he whirled you around pressing you into the wall.

What you didn’t expect as your airflow to suddenly be cut off with a gag, Wonho only pulled away enough to look at you, smug and sneering as he hummed, “Nice try but I know Park’s bitches when I see them.” You gave an ice cold smile as you winced at the squeeze of his hand on your neck, “Why did he send you huh? Were you looking for the storage of narcotics? The data we hacked from Jang? Or did you just wanna get your little panties wet with the best?”

You let out a squeezed scoff, “You think you’re some hot shit don’t you? Well let me tell you, trying to be mr badass and take me on by yourself was the worst thing your dick driven ego has done yet.”

“Uh Y/n we have a problem.” You could hear Seokjin on your intercom, “I’m seeing a big head count on the eastern end of the perimeter, I think the bodies from earlier might have been discovered, are you almost done with Wonho?”

You could hardly focus on his voice though when you were thrown across the room, wheezing as you were knocked against the dress, falling to the floor with a thud as your body ached in pain, “You underestimate me little girl. You think I’m the leader of the most powerful group on the planet? I’ve already crushed Yun’s little militia, next I’ll sweep Jang out from under his feet and when I’m done with him? I’ll fucking string Park on his ass for his little boy to watch. I could be god-”

You jolted at the bullet pierced through his head, blood splattering the ground and leaking from the now grotesque state of what was once left of the man-god Wonho, or so he proclaimed himself to be. Sitting still for a total of ten seconds before you finally spoke, “Thanks- but I really wanted that on my resume…”

“Can you be grateful for once in your life? Get dressed and fucking light the place up we need to go now. There’s a helio on sight and I think Wonho was storing a good portion of his army in the warehouse.”

Standing up you made quick work of your dress and heels before opening the closet and dressing in your outfit once more, your lips curled into a smile at the sight of the small bottle of gasoline Namjoon had left as a parting gift. Perfect.

Pulling the hoodie up you popped the lid off the bottle before splashing gasoline throughout the room, opening up the window you poured the rest down the wall, your nose wrinkling at the pheromone smell before quickly throwing the bottle over your shoulder and scaling the wall. You could hear yelling and gunshots in the distant causing your adrenaline to spike as you swore under your breath.

Pulling the lighter from your pocket you lit up the gasoline, the fiery path licking at its substance as it spread up the wall and into the room. Quickly you glanced each direction before hurrying back to the watch tower. What was the gunfire from? And furthermore you couldn’t hear the helio.

“I’m headed for rendezvous, you good?” You had quickly pushed yourself up against the wall. Holding your breath as the two guards hurried past towards the west side, what happened?

“Already halfway there, you better hurry up before I decide to leave you.” Seokjin tutted as you scoffed, was that a challenge? He knew you could never say no to that.

Getting to the plane was already difficult as it was, the place was crawling with guards and security and by the time your room had exploded the whole place was being evacuated. It was an absolute mess. But the large crowd of panicked civilians gave you a big out to escape through the crowd on the bright side.

You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you saw the plane, Seokjin leaned up against the set of stairs in place scrolling on his phone, “Did you hear about Hyuna trying to get into Jimin’s pants last night?”

Peeling both masks off as your hoodie knocked down you looked at him incredulously as you both stepped up into the plane, nodding at the guard who shut the door as you huffed, “We literally just finished killing one of Korea’s biggest crime lords and you’re fucking concerned about who Hyuna is sleeping with?”

“It’s a valid concern!” Seokjin replied indignantly, pushing his own hoodie off before throwing his masks onto the other couch, collapsing on the couch you both stood in front of as he groaned, “Should be for you too since Jimin is the one trying to get in your panties.”

You groaned at his words, sluggishly flopping down next to him. Seokjin had been incessant on bringing up the younger college boys crush on you the past three weeks and just as every other time you still didn’t understand what he was getting at. Your body involuntarily curling against his own as Seokjin pulled you close. His chin resting on your head as you dug your nose against his neck, “Shut up.”

Seokin only snorted, “You know I’m right.” You could only let out a yawn, ignoring his probing. The kind he did when something bugged him but he never wanted to outright say it. It had been like this since you had the unfortunate luck to garnering Jimin’s undying attention. You had never pried though as to why it bugged him. At least not until he got on your nerves.

Regardless, you were glad the day was finished. Wonho had finally been lynched and you would get the well deserved rest you had earned.

“Shoot her.”

Your heart was racing and it hurt to blink. When did things come to this? No… you always knew this would be the outcome. Everyday of your miserable existence was spent in preparation for this, all the blood that stained your hands, all the screams that would forever haunt your memories, you knew it would come to this. You just didn’t think you’d be on the losing side. If there was one thing you were never prepared for, it was him who’d pull the trigger on you.

“I said: shoot her.” He snarled, the gun aimed at your forehead had been shaking, god you remembered this so many times.

Glancing up weakly his expression was one you’d never forget, the way Seokjin’s eyes were blown out, his knuckle white from how harshly he gripped the gun, adrenaline in his own veins forcing it’s view into life as it shook. He looked horrified, as if living the horrors he’d dream of every night, “Shoot her Kim and you could go places. You’ve come so far, you’ve already killed so many...What’s one more?”

You swallowed thickly, fear shooting through your veins at the way Seokjin’s expression morphed, his fear suddenly dampening as if curious by his words, his eyes leaving yours as he turned his head ever so slightly, as if listening to his every word, “Seokjin jesus christ don’t listen to him. Please.”

“Do it. Pull the trigger Kim, just another faceless person to add to the body count.”

Fear twisted onto your face at the way he tightened his grip on the gun, slowly his lips curled into a smile, almost sneering down at you. Of course it would end like this. The way it was supposed to end, “Better luck next time L/n.”

The scream in your throat had ripped out as you shot up from the sprawled on position in bed, the wet substance of tears dripping down your cheeks despite the constant tremor in your body, your breath shaky as you ran a frantic hand in your hair. It was just a dream! It was just a dream! Seokjin would never do that to you. He never did.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, a small whimpered sob escaping your lips at the sight of Seokin’s sleep ridden appearance, having heard the familiar cry through the walls as he sat down on the bed, wordless as you practically flew into his arms, a hiccup escaping your lips as you burrowed into the safety of his neck.

“Shhh, it was just a dream.” Seokjin hummed gently, lips pressing into your hair as you choked out a soft sob, “Was it the same one?” Wordlessly you nodded as you forced the ugly sob down your throat, tears silently treading down your cheeks as Seokjin laid you both down, his arms securely around you as he tucked you away against him.

Your tears slowly began to cease at the feeling of his hand stroking your back, occasionally tangling and playing with your hair as he continued to pepper your head with soft kisses soothingly, your heart rate had finally begun to slow down as Seokjin murmured, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” You spat out, your voice raspy, anger twisting in your veins despite your watery eyes, your hands had balled into fists against the white shirt he wore, “I hope he’s rotting in hell.” Seokjin only sighed, pulled away a little as he laid his head on the pillow you both shared.

His eyes had that soft gleam in them, the kind he’d only reserve for you in moments like this, when it was four in the morning and you’d have to be up soon for debrief, “You know I never intended on shooting you, right?”

Your eyes dropped to his chest as you felt his long fingers brush your near cold tears from your cheeks, “Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that he still tried to convince you too,” You were well aware of the bitter tone your voice held as you bit out, “Wish I could’ve been the one to kill him. I would’ve been a hell of a lot less merciful.” You snarled anger twisting in your eyes at the mental image, “He’d be begging for me to kill him.”

“Y/n…” Seokjin could feel a piece of his heart chip at the borderline insanity in your voice, the kind he and you both tiptoed on every day, you had been put through such a horrendous childhood, it amazed him Park hadn’t put you both in a mental ward yet, or at least in therapy, ”He’s dead.” Seokjin cupped your cheeks, his gaze penetrating your soul the way it always would in these late, dark hours, “You need to let it go. Holding on to this isn’t going to do anything for you.”

You felt your lips quiver, a small scoff escaping your mouth at your own patheticness, a new fresh stream of tears trickling down your cheeks as you murmured, “I wish I knew how.” You knew he was right, that you needed to let the resentment that had festered in your mind for your childhood, the horror you went through, you needed to let it all go. But how? Where could you begin? There was just so much. And it wasn’t like you could go to a regular therapist for this.

“Shhh.” Seokjin cooed softly, pulling you close to him as you let out another soft sob, curling against his warm body for safety.

The only person you would ever trust on this planet, you both had gotten on one another's nerves now more than anything. But Seokjin was all you had left in this world, you’d never let go of him, “Just try to fall back asleep, I’ll be here if you wake up.”

Your eyes were already falling heavy against your cheeks, the smell of strawberry body wash he insisted on using lulling you back to sleep, you’d be okay. You’d be okay as long as Seokjin was with you.

“So, rough night?” The boldness in your casual words, as if you hadn’t been sniffling and bawling your eyes out last night, was immense, if not annoying to everyone in the room, all dead eyes with a lack of sleep. You raised your brows at the silence you were met with at the oval dining table everyone sat at as you took a sip of the motor oil Yoongi considered coffee.

The only person who had been absent at the table was Taehyung- who had been getting cozy with a governor's wife in Peru, not out of actual interest for her. But for his job at seduction and information retrieval, he could undoubtedly have everyone their knee’s for him in the matter of ten seconds if he wanted. The power of being hot and knowing it.

Namjoon only sighed as he facepalmed, his protege though- the one with the permanent brooding scowl on his face ever since he laid eyes on you let his face screw into an even more sour look, as if that was even possible.

You couldn’t stop the snort from escaping your lips as your eyes met, “We’re not here for small talk.” Jungkook suddenly snarled at you, as if breathing the same air as you pissed him off. It probably did.

You whistled as you leaned back in your seat, thoroughly amused at the way he gritted his teeth and snarled like a rabid dog, “Aite damn. You don’t have to give me such a constipated look though- I mean seriously, you look like you’re about to bust the fattest shit since birth.” The gurgled choke came from Yoongi- the only person who could appreciate your dry yet somewhat cheeky sense of humor.

Jungkook suddenly stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table as he growled, everyone not bothering to intervene, as they all knew this was the only form of entertainment they’d ever get when you were all in the same room, “Is this some fucking game too you? Park has never called for all of us to be in the same fucking room. And all you can do is crack a joke?”

You clacked your tongue as you leaned back in your seat, such a hot head...Namjoon’s protege was something else. Not that you minded though, at least not completely, it meant you had someone to provoke meanwhile until Park could be benevolent enough and make time for you all, “He’s never called us together since you’ve been here,” Your eyes cut slightly and your words pointed, “This isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Now get your panties out of a twist, me and Seokjin just lynched Wonho, whatever this is, can’t be more difficult than that.”

Jungkook was, the newest addition to the team by a little over a year. You didn’t know the details and furthermore you didn’t care.

As long as Namjoon trusted him you would as well, as you did trust his judgement. He was pragmatic and had a good read on people and if he thought Jungkook was worth taking in, then you’d imagine he had a good reason to believe so.

And the more you worked with Jungkook- against his will, you could understand why. He was a remarkable marksman and a hell of a shot, but he was also ill tempered, foul mouthed and had the maturity of an eleven year old boy, dare you mention it made sense given he was the youngest out of you all at the staggering infant age of 21.

Jungkook would have chipped a tooth at how hard he grinded his teeth together, glaring you down as if you’d explode upon contact, his childishness never ceased to amaze or amuse you, his sour expression almost made you laugh. Fortunately, it was a good thing you still had some self restraint left, being ever the observant and noticing the bulge in his pants you were almost eighty seven percent positive that was not a boner.

You didn’t think Jungkook would kill you, but you wouldn’t put it past him to take out a kneecap if you pushed enough buttons.

The doors, thankfully opened to the sight of Park Woojin, CEO and billionaire to one of the world's largest corporations, he was well known for his reserved yet charming nature and was almost always doing good works, funding for charities and such. He also just so happened to be your boss, the one who owned his own elite team of assassins and special unit for his every underworld need at the drop of a hat. He was untouchable. He was the devil in a three piece suit, walking in as if he had owned your lives.

It only served to make you angry that he did. Jungkook was a talented kid, he was smart and a good shot, you could commend him all day long- though never to his face as he didn’t need an ego the size of Park’s- but if there was one thing you couldn’t understand, it was why in gods name did he willingly sign his life away.

On long nights you and Seokjin often mused the question; why would he do something so stupid? It was different with the rest of you, you didn’t get a choice in doing this, being who you were, Park did own you, he owned all of you. And for Jungkook to just...sign the contract. You couldn’t wrap your head around the concept. He didn’t just sell his soul to the devil, he gave it to Park on a silver platter.

“Good you’re all here.” Park pulled the seat out at the end of the table as he sat down, everyone had quickly straightened in their seats…besides you, too tired and not enough of a will to live anymore as you stayed slumped in your seat with said cup of motor oil in hand, “I have places to be so I’ll make this quick. L/n and Kim have terminated Wonho Thursday early morning. I’ve only found out last night that they were actually in deal with Jang.”

His dark eyes suddenly pierced on you, “You said Wonho was planning on destroying them correct,” You gave a brief nod, “My thoughts are he was attempting to earn their trust and take them out from the inside. Jang refuses to believe that and is out for redemption at the moment. You’re all to keep a low profile for now. They don’t know I was the one who sent you and right now we’re under suspect. No one is going on any missions or operations until this is resolved, understood?”

Everyone gave a nod yet no one spoke a word making Park stand up as he nodded, “Good. You’re free to stay or go but make sure you’re discreet in public. Especially you Y/n, you were the one inside the mansion last seen with Wonho.”

You only yawned with a nod, not taking his words too serious. This wasn’t the first time this had happened either. And if Jang seriously thought his shotty guys could take you out he was an actual idiot. Or at least that’s what you told yourself because you honestly didn’t have the energy to care anymore. Briefly you noticed Jungkook seemed to tense and Namjoon had shot him a look making you and Seokjin both glance at one another, as if catching the same moment.

At least there would be something to gossip about later.

Most people assumed by your dry, snarky and cynical personality you were above mundane things such as gossip. They were wrong in every way possible. What could possibly be more fun than to laugh at others misfortune and continue to spread false information, you and Seokjin took delight in hearing about any sort of campus drama, teammate drama, anything you guys could get your filthy hands on for discussion.

Hoseok was the first to jump out of his seat with a groan as soon as Park shut the door to the room, “Could’ve just sent us a text. Thanks for lighting the whole fucking mansion on fire by the way.” He sent you a sharp smile, yet when you looked closely you could see the minor flecks of annoyance that could cloud any sunshine smile he gave.

You clacked your tongue as you shot him finger guns, ignoring his annoyance because in all honesty if he wanted to get pissy with someone then he should’ve mentioned it to Park in the five minutes you briefly saw him, “Not my fault Park didn’t let us know we’d have a little imp crawling up everyone's ass last night. And here I had hoped you got toasted with the rest of that place.”

Hoseok couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his lips, though annoyed, he was also one of the few who didn’t mind you. Well, most of the team didn’t mind you honestly. Hoseok in particular enjoyed word spar with you and was possibly the only person who never took it personally, “I’m like a roach babydoll-”

“Gross and ridden with diseases?” You cringed, initially realizing where he was taking the sentence but unable to resist another potshot.

“Unkillable.” Hoseok sent a wink, he was about as much of a playboy as Taehyung was, in all honesty, but the fact that he had really likened himself to a roach was both, cringeworthy and ballsy at the same time.

Seokjin lifted his lip slightly in disgust as he scoffed, “Babydoll and roach don’t belong in the same sentence.” He stood up as well, stretching out with a yawn, his hair dusting over his bangs and his eyes just as tired as everyone else's yet you could notice he seemed tensed and a little annoyed for reasons unknown.

Hoseok only let the smile curve on his lips again, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he replied, “And Y/n would still jump in my bed if she went home with me.” You indignantly parted your lips to reply you most certainly would not. But then again...No words came out of your mouth as you considered, honestly, who were you to object to that?

“I...yeah okay fair enough.” You had come to terms with it, mutually agreeing that you would definitely sleep with him in such a scenario while watching Seokjin grit his teeth, looking at you sharply though you didn’t understand why.

Hoseok sent you a wink before exiting the room making you snicker, you were a shameless person, you wouldn’t lie and pretend like you were offended by his words when he was right.

Shrugging you stood up to join Seokjin as he rolled his eyes, choosing to say nothing though you could tell something snarky was on the tip of his tongue. You supposed you’d have to confront this new behavioral change eventually, just not right now when everyone was curiously eyeing you both.

“Y/n! It’s so good to see you!”

You froze at the angelic, sweet voice. All you wanted was a warm croissant roll and something sweet to drink. Was that too much to ask for anymore?

Coughing you whirled around to see the beautiful face of Park Jimin, his smile precious and sweet and eyes were practically sparkling at the sight of you. Why, why did he have to like the grungy, dead eyed kid that didn’t even go to college? You only hung around for the overly expensive coffee at this cutesy cafe.

You see, the problem wasn’t Jimin, well it was, but it really wasn’t because of him. He was the sweetest soul you had ever met and for some reason, had the most heart melting crush on you, except it was one sided.

Awkwardly, given he was your bosses son. If Park ever caught wind Jimin was associating with you, you were positive not even god could help you in that situation.

You still couldn’t see it. The fact that they were actually related. Jimin was nothing like his father, he was sweet and gentle, he’d probably cry if he ever had to hurt a fly, let alone a human.

And that was the saddest part.

Jimin wasn’t even aware of the empire he would soon inherit. The girl he had a crush on that he’d have to string up like a puppet and use for his benefit. You’d have to watch his father crush every ounce of innocence he had. The idea, actually hurt to think about.

You couldn’t help but wonder some days, if his smile would be the same after his father told him you were a slave assassin, that you had killed over hundreds of people and tortured plenty of others when Hoseok needed an extra hand, would he still like you when he saw the blood that stained your hands and the wrath in your veins?

Jimin, was the only person on the planet, that could possibly make you feel ashamed for who you were, what you did for a living. Jimin was like the sweet humanity you had been void of your whole life. You liked his presence, you genuinely could see yourself with him. Happy. But that was a reality you’d never indulge in. No this wasn’t a fairytale, and you weren’t going to act like there was a happy ending for you when there wasn’t.

“Don’t you have class?” You didn’t mean to come off as standoffish, but you could never fully get to know Jimin, at least comfortably. Furthermore, as much as you enjoyed his company you couldn’t help but wonder if Park knew about it already. About this, about his son’s interest in you. Was he waiting for the right moment? It was difficult to say but you didn’t want to risk it, you could toe the line with Park all day long but you knew when it was time to straighten up. The sooner you could shoo Jimin out the door the better.

Jimin raised his brows slightly, the soft tufts of honey blonde hair covering his forehead as he tilted his head in confusion, “It’s winter break Y/n. Are you busy…? I’m sorry if I interrupted something.”

You could almost feel invisible sweat bead down your neck as you gave a tense smile, “No of course not! I just uh…” You glanced away, unsure of how to tell him the truth, you were avoiding him like the plague in some false hope he’d get the hint and stop coming around, “Sorry, you know I’m not in college. I don’t know off weeks for shit.” You offered a weak, apologetic smile, accepting your fate that you’d just have to entertain him for a few minutes.

At least until Seokjin got tired of waiting for his french hot chocolate you were holding and you knew he got pissy if you took to long at the counter. Jimin only laughed softly, that pretty smile on his plump pink lips and his nose was red from the cold weather outside, “It’s okay, going to college isn’t for everyone. But that’s why I’m here, I…” He trailed off for a second and you could vaguely see the pink dusting his cheeks that couldn’t have been from the cold weather, “I noticed you haven’t been here in awhile. I was almost sad at the idea you were avoiding me…”

“Why would I avoid you?” You gave a strained laugh, forcing your mind to not list every single reason on the long list in your head, “I was just out of town visiting family. But uh- I’m back now. I have some time off from work too so it’s nice.”

Jimin’s eyes suddenly lit up, the way they always did when you brought up your personal life. It wasn’t a secret he was curious about you more then he should’ve been and you would always shut down questions that borderlined too close to the truth on who you were.

So to see you volunteering information like your job and family had Jimin obviously excited. You couldn’t help but mentally cringed at your lie. If only he knew you didn’t have a family and your job was far from artsy and cute like his major in photography.

“Oh? I’m glad to hear then! I sometimes get worried I mean...I know you have your roommate but I just can’t help but get worried if you get lonely, you can always call me you know.” Jimin gave a sweet smile causing you to shift in your spot, glancing away as you gave a cough, rubbing the back of your neck as you shrugged.

“I really am fine...think of me like the hermit on the mountaintop- besides me and Seokjin have known each other since we were kids, I’ll be dead before he crawls out of my ass,” You huffed making Jimin laugh once more, his eyes crinkled like little crescent moons and his whole being radiated nothing but warmth and gentleness.

“Y/n,” You jumped at the sound of the devil, Seokjin held your upperarm like his life depended on it making you wince as you shot him a look, “Hey Jimin!” He gave a tensed smile before leaning a little closer to you, “Y/n we’re supposed to head to the grocery store, do you have our drinks?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his tense tone, you never went with him to get groceries either…”Uh...yeah?” In your line of work you never openly questioned him in these moments before shooting Jimin an apologetic smile, “Sorry....See you around though.”

Jimin looked a little disappointed, his face falling slightly making your stomach sucker punch as his eyes flickered to Seokjin’s hand on you, “Oh...of course! I’ll see you later Y/n, take care.” You couldn’t even hear Jimin finish his sentence as Seokjin dragged you out of the cafe, your lips twisting into a snarl at his heavy manhandling.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You dug your feet into the ground as you glared at him, you were waiting for him to interrupt but he didn’t have to drag you out of the building! And what the hell kind of excuse was getting the groceries? You were supposed to stay in the cafe and enjoy your drink instead of staying outside in jack frost’s asshole.

Seokjin only dragged you along the street, gritting his teeth as his eyes flickered around, his voice low and stern as he snapped lowly, “Guy seven o’clock by the entrance hasn’t took his eyes off you since we entered the building. Call me paranoid but given what just happened I’m not risking it.”

“Oh for christ’s sake.” You dug your heels into the ground as you forced him to stop, groaning as you threw your arms up in the air, “No seriously what the fuck is your problem? I don’t give two shits about the guy who was checking out my ass from where I stood, guys can’t even breath in my direction without you getting all pissy anymore.”

Seokjin suddenly glared down at you his eyes darkening a little as he grabbed your arm, “Stop fucking shouting,” His growled with a low voice, “Let’s just get home you’re being delusional.”

Your lips parted in offense, brows shooting up as you scoffed. You could endure a lot, you could be called a frigid bitch when you turned down guys, you could be called a whore, a slut and everything else in between. But you would not stand for being called delusional when you knew damn well you were not.

“Delusional!?” You shouted purposely as he dragged you along the sidewalk, “I’m not the one who looks like something crawled up his ass and died just for talking to Jimin. You did the same shit yesterday morning at that meeting too! Just fucking admit you have a problem and tell me what it is!”

You nearly yelped as you were shoved into a back alley, your drink dropped and your back pressed into the cold brick wall and Seokjin towering over your as he shoved a hand over your mouth, You scowled while looking up at him as he mouthed for you to ‘shut the fuck up’. You could hear muffled talking and the distinct sound of a radio before crunching footsteps walking past, “Fuck I just saw her.” “Shut up and spread out she’s around somewhere.”

You swallowed keeping your heartbeat steady as Seokjin let go of your mouth, quietly grabbing your hand before you both began to further down the alleyway, “Are you done being a drama queen?” Seokjin grunted quietly, glancing at both ends before dragging you to the right and popping back out onto a main side street, you shouldn’t be too far from your apartment but you’d need to be careful if you didn’t want to be followed.

“This conversation isn’t over.” You snapped back quietly, letting Seokjin lead you to the safety of your shared home. The rest of the trip back was silent and most people glanced at you both like you were two delirious crackheads and to be fair you felt like one too with how much sneaking Seokjin made you both do.

Sighing you opened the door to the apartment walking inside as you tucked your tongue into your cheek, choosing to stay silent as Seokjin carefully shut the door before locking it, his eyes peeled on the small glass panel that revealed the outside world as you crossed your arms. Sighing he back away from the door as he stretched out, “At least we’re stocked up on food, those guys will probably be around for the next few days, which means no going outside.”

He gave you a pointed look as if having already forgotten what you had said while outside. Seokjin paused after a moment, noticing your lack of banter and complaint before honing in on your rarely serious expression.

Sure you looked dead most days, and most would assume you were always serious and both glaring at everyone, which was partially true. But most didn’t see your furrowed brows and lips pressed together as if focused on Seokjin’s figure alone, “Oh jesus christ…” Seokjin groaned as he turned around walking towards the kitchen as he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t care who you choose to sleep with Y/n, it’s not that deep.”

Your lips twisted into a scowl as you followed behind him, glaring holes into those stupid broad shoulders of his. He could act like he didn’t care all he wanted but you knew something was up and obviously it needed to be addressed before it bled over into your work life, which could potentially be fatal for you or him, or possibly both of you, “Don’t feed me that line of bullshit Seokjin! You’ve been broody for the past month, whatever is bothering you just fucking tell me.”

Whipping around Seokjin’s eyes suddenly squinted into a glare as if warning you to drop the subject, his jaw beginning to clench as he growled lowly, “Who says I’m brooding? That’s you’re trope not mine. Drop it Y/n, when have you ever cared before?”

You suddenly stepped back at his venom like words, your jaw dropping before you felt anger shooting through your veins that heroin had nothing on as your fists suddenly bawled up. How dare he say that! After everything you both have been through? How dare he fucking act like he had the right to say that! “Where the fuck did you get that idea? Are you dead in the head?” You snarled, stepping closer into his bubble as you shoved at his chest, “We’ve been through over ten years of utter hell and you have the fucking nerve to say I don’t care!? I’ve done nothing but try to talk to you and you won’t stop bitching and acting like you’re fine when you obviously aren’t!”

“And when I said drop it you won’t fucking listen. You’re so stubborn you know that?” Seokjin snapped, suddenly stepping closer as he backed you against the wall, “You only bothered to ask because it fucking suited you in the moment- don’t you act like some saint- like you actually didn’t notice beforehand. You’re only asking because I took you away from your idiotic dream boat Park-fucking-Jimin.”

You couldn’t even believe the words you were hearing at the moment. You could admit he was right, you had noticed beforehand but you didn’t assume it was detremential, or that it was something he even wanted to talk about it. And fair enough, you should’ve asked anyways but seriously!? Bringing Jimin into this was such a low blow, “Do you ever hear yourself right now!? What does Jimin even have to do with this!? I’m fucking tired of being dragged away, glared at with snide comments anytime I interact with another male, so I’m sorry it just so happened to be with Jimin, and who the hell gave you the right to dicitate who I like and who I don’t huh?”

“Oh so you do like him?” Seokjin accused vehemently, anger burning in his eyes as he lunged down, caging you between his arms, his breath hot and nose close to brushing against yours, “Like him, when he doesn’t even know who the fuck you are? What you do for a living? That you’re his dad’s personal assassin at beckon call? I’ve known you my whole life, have had your back for fucking years Y/n, years. I know who you are and I don’t give shit- I never did. So why are you out daydreaming about shit that won’t happen? Can’t happen? I won’t fucking let you run off on some childish notion and get killed because of it okay!? You are all I have in this goddamn world and I’m not about to lose you!”

Your lips had been sealed shut and your pupils dilated as your head pressed back against the wall as you glanced at him, he...he what? It was quiet for a moment but Seokjin’s intense gaze didn’t falter, as if waiting for you to argue back. As if anticipating your resistment, yet it never came. Instead, you let out a snort, as if realizing what this was about and why your partner had to be a dramatic premadonna, “Are you seriously jealous? For real?”

You watched him part his lips several times like a fish out of water before snarling, “I’m not jealous! I’m just being your babysitter before you do something dumb.”

Clacking your lips you sighed exasperatedly, you should’ve known something like this was going to happen eventually, “I never said I liked Jimin, and where the hell did you get the idea I was gonna run off with him? Where? Do you honestly think I’d leave? I mean, seriously.”

Seokjin’s face was flushed now, looking both embarrassed but too angry to admit it as he clenched his jaw once more, his hands suddenly grabbing at your hips with a possessive squeeze he was well known for when he became insecure.

“You look at him like some doe eyed damsel in distress,” He growled, stepping closer, his hot breath against your ear stirring your body as you felt his hands slide to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze.

“And I’m the delusional one,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way warmth quickly spread between your legs, “Seokjin, we’re partners. We have and always will be. Maybe the idea is nice but you're right.” You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his lips suddenly attaching to your neck, giving a nip at your skin in warning as if not evening wanting to hear about you liking the idea of being with Jimin, “You’re the only person I have left too dumbass, the only person I trust, you’re just as stuck with me as I am you.”

Seokjin immediately hauled you up against the wall, the muscles packed against his arms bulging against his white shirt as he held you up, tongue hot and lathing against your neck before letting his lips drag against the shell of your ear, “Never said I was complaining dipshit. Im gonna fuck you in every single room tonight,” You’re lips quivered with a quiet moan at his hips thrusting into yours, his thick hardened cock restrained in his jeans brushing against your thigh, “Make you forget everything except my name.”

“God you’re so possessive.” You sighed as he kept hold of you, moving you to the counter to set you down before grabbing at the hem of your shirt, peeling it up as his lips moved down your neck. You could feel a brief smile on Seokjin’s lips, as if knowing you were right, yet not bothering to apologize. It was okay, you didn’t want one anyways.

When you knew him your whole life, it was easy to say this wasn’t the first time this had happened, whether it was him or you. Sleeping together was both convenient and safe. You trusted one another more than anyone else, it made sense you’d keep one another satisfied sexually.

Seokjin made quick work of your bra before attaching his plump lips to your right bud making you let out a louder moan, his hips slotting between your thighs as you squirmed beneath him, your cunt already sticky and clinging to your panties, “Mmm fuck, you like it though, I know you do. Always moaning like a little bitch when I say you’re mine.” Seokjin gave a cocky smirk as he squeezed on your left breast before sucking against your right bud again, your breathy laugh mixed with another moan.

He was right, you did think it was hot, there was nothing like angry rough sex at three in the morning, rough whispered words saying who you belonged too while the bed rocked into the wall, “Well if you’d just fucking admit you’re jealous this wouldn’t happen.” You wheezed at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gag at the expense of your airflow, “You know choking me is a good way to get a roundhouse kick in the gut. It activates my fight or flight response.”

Seokjin glanced up at you, his eyes lidded and smug as he dragged his tongue down your stomach, edging against the hem of your pants as he loosened his grip on your neck, “Can you not be sexy for five minutes?”

“Impossible.” You sighed dramatically as you leaned your head uncomfortably against the cabinet that held all of your mugs, acting as if this was an everyday topic rather than him about to eat the soul from your pussy, “We aren’t newly weds Seokjin, is foreplay really that necessary?”

Seokjin scoffed between your thighs, popping the button on your pants and unzipping them before curling his hands beneath the material as he peeled them off along with your panties. The cold air of the apartment was enough to make your soaked cunt all the more excited.

It had been too long since Seokjin had properly fucked you and your body was ready to wither beneath him, covered in sweat and cum from round after round of sex, “It isn’t when you’re that easy to make wet, look at that cunt,” He licked his lips, grabbing your thighs as he put them over his shoulders as he leaned down, a small whimper leaving your lips as your pussy lips spread and your wet cunt on display as he licked along your inner thigh, “So fucking wet and we haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Your lips twitched in annoyance at him as you replied, “Well if someone wasn’t so picky about where we had sex this woul-Oh!” You let out a high pitched moan as Seokjin wrapped those damn plump lips around your sensitive clit, having not been touched in over two weeks making your eyes snap shut at such intense attention, “Oh fuck…” You moaned softly as your hands tangled in his fluffy tufts of black hair.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Seokjin hummed before letting his tongue drag back against your clit once more, your hips eagerly rolling along his tongue as you felt his hand follow up your thigh until his fingers began to tease your entrance, “Mmm fuckin’ mine, bet Jimin wishes he was buried in this little cunt right now.”

You couldn’t even properly respond as Seokjin pushed a finger inside you, your walls clenching as his tongue lathed against the sweet spot of your swollen clit making you yelp as you kicked against his back, “F-fuck, Jin.”

Pleasure was rapidly spiking through your body and it was nearly pathetic how quick Seokjin could make you cum when he wanted too. Pushing another finger inside you he curled his fingers into that spongy little spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching in probably an unflattering way as you whined, “Beg for it,” Seokjin lazily demanded, as if he could suck on your pretty clit all day, and if challenged, he probably would, “Fuckin’ beg for it.”

“You’re such an assh-Oh! Fuck please! Please jesus christ Jin please!” You whined at the way he harshly sucked your clit to get you to shut up, his fingers digging into your g-spot making your walls rapidly clench and convulse around his fingers, your orgasm as close as your hands tugged against his hair, “Mmm! Shit please, let me cum all over your face please.”

Seokjin let his tongue slip past his lips as he continued lathing against your clit, eyes focused on your fucked out expression as you clenched around him nearly screaming at the way your orgasm hit you all at once, walls squelching around his fingers as they were coated in your cum. Seokjin expertly helped you come down from your hazey high as your thighs began to tremble, pulling his fingers from you as he stood up, licking his lips smug as he demanded, “Suck.”

With quivering lips you parted them obediently as Seokjin pushed them into your mouth, sucking the salty thick substance from his slim fingers as he gleamed down at you proudly, “Bet he jerks his little dick to the idea of you sucking on his fingers too.”

Popping his fingers from your mouth you huffed, running a hand through your hair before clacking your tongue, “How many times do I have to say I don’t like Jimin.” It seemed that was the wrong wording though as any mention of Jimin’s name from you had Seokjin curving a brow, picking you up by the thighs Seokjin had lead you down the hall as he nipped against your neck, “Stop saying his fucking name.”

You were dropped at the head of the bed, subjected to watch Seokjin pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the godlike body beneath, there were more than plenty of scars and bruises, a few nicks here and there but his muscles were chiseled and toned from his years spent as an assassin. You’d kiss every scar on his body if he’d let you, “I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying Jimin- oh shit.”

You swallowed when he opened the nightstand drawer to grab the handcuffs that had been conveniently left there from the last time you both had slept together, his tongue tucked into his cheek as he raised his brows, your cunt dripping in arousal and cum at the way he always looked so hot when he was pissed, “Oh shit is right you little brat.”

He didn’t hesitate for a second as he straddled your stomach, your first reaction was to fight him but it was little use as he grabbed your arms, shoving them above your head as he wrangled your wrist into one side, “Maybe you shouldn’t be such a fucking smartass and I wouldn’t tie you up.” Seokjin successfully cuffed you to the railing, leaving you at his mercy as he straightened up, looking down at you like you were dirty beneath his feet, “But that little cunt likes it right? My filthy little bitch likes to be tied up and made to take what she’s given, right?”

Your pupils narrowed into a glare, not in any position to be objecting when your pussy was coated in cum and begging to be stuffed full of his cock yet you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your lips in a bratty fit of rage, “More like you can’t keep me in one spot without the help.”

Seokjin’s lips twitched at your defiance, yet on another hand also not surprised by it long too used to your bratty ways as he grabbed slid off you to grab your thighs, pulling them back over his shoulders before you felt a sharp sting on your ass making you yelp, “Should I gag that little bitchy mouth too?”

You couldn’t even find a haughty reply before suddenly whimpering, the feeling of his wet, warm tongue plunging inside you making your walls clench around him while giving a breathy moan, his fingers teasing their way up your clit before circling your sensitive bud, “Fuck! A-ah! You’re such a dick.”

His hand immediately left your clit to slam his hand against your ass in warning, the sting traveling to your cunt in excitement as your walls clenched around his tongue once more, a laugh escaping your lips that you disguised as a moan before curling your back at the way his tongue roughly dragged into your g-spot, the skin of your hands digging into the cuffs as you rattled against them.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your hand as Seokjin let his fingers circle over your clit once more, a whine of objection leaving your throat as he pulled his tongue from your, licking his lips as he continued to play with your sensitive bud, “Have you considered shower sex before?”

No amount of pleasure in the world could keep the glare off your face, watching the way that little shit’s lips were tempted to pull into a smile as you sneered, “You want my pussy at all or should I go ask Jimin for some help?”

His gaze twisted into a mutual glare, eyes darkening and it was only now you realized you had royally screwed yourself over as he dropped your thighs, almost ignoring your words for the moment as he stood up.

Your eyes however dropped down to his pants as they slid to the floor revealing the thick angry cock bouncing up to his abdominal, it was not only long but it’s girth had your body clenching all over against and his bulbous tip would always be a painful stretch no matter how much prepping, “Oh yeah? Well how about we give him a call then? Let him decide if you’re being taken care of?” Seokjin asked, his voice in a near sneer as he grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest making you whine, “Let him know this pussy is getting stuffed and cumming all over my dick?”

You struggled to kick your legs as the feeling of the thick shaft of his cock running against your wet, cum coated cunt, rubbing past your clit as you moaned, too much teasing being done to you as Seokjin growled, “Want my cock you little slut? Then beg, I want to hear how bad you need it.”

Whining your face twisted into a rare pout, you had already begged once today and he was really going to make you throw your dignity out the window? You whimpered with a gag at his hand suddenly grabbing back against your throat again, “Should I get out a vibrator too?”

Your body was heating up with fresh arousal at the idea but before you could even reply Seokjin squeezed at your throat, “You know what? I will, I wanna see my little bitch in tears tonight, see how bad she needs me.”

Seokjin leaned over your body before grabbing the wand that was inside the nightstand, your thighs already rubbing together in need of another release. You couldn’t help but swallow at the click of the vibrator, the buzz worst then any gun to your head could imitate, “Spread your cunt, I know you like being a little whore and putting it on display.”

“Maybe I’d like it more for Jimin.” You challenged, eyes squinting as Seokjin gritted his teeth, not hesitating to pry your legs open before roughly pressing the vibrator into your clit, a loud whine echoing off the walls as your hips spasmed and rocked up into the vibrator.

“Jimin this, Jimin that,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, his jaw clenched as he turned it up a setting, moaned whimpers escaping you as you tugged rapidly against the restraints that held you, “Just admit you like being turned into a little bitch, you like when I play with this cunt until it’s dripping wet and soaked in cum,” You cried out at the feeling of two fingers plunging back inside you, the lewd wet squelch of your walls rapidly clenching around him as he clacked his tongue, “Is your little pussy gonna cum again? Do you need cum?”

“Please.” The cracked whimper wasn’t as enticing as you had hoped but you could hardly process a word anymore, too much stimulation overwhelming you as Seokjin sneered at your pathetic attempt

Seokjin suddenly curled his fingers inside you with a growl as you kicked your legs and your eyes began to burn with tears, “I know you can do better than that. I said: Fucking beg.” His fingers continued rapidly curling into your g-spot, the vibrator in your clit almost too much to handle as he skillfully continued to edge you.

“Mmm! A-ah fuck, please! Please! Shit, wanna cum so bad, please!” What was left of your dignity had completely crumbled as the words flew from your lips, vision blurring with tears as your body burned to intensely only for Seokjin to pull away, “Please! Need it so bad, please.”

Seokjin let the sadistic smile twist onto his lips, watching the way your body quivered beneath him, the tears trickling down your cheeks and completely submissive beneath him, turning down the vibrator before letting the tip circle around your entrance, enjoying the way your body twitched as he hummed, “Are you gonna be a good girl and apologize? You should be thankful I play with this cunt as much as I do.”

Dragging the vibrator up your slit before coaxingly rubbing over your clit, a small sob escaped your lips as your hips bucked up into the vibrator, his fingers pushing back inside you before curling once more into your g-spot, “A-ah I’m sorry! Please, please, please I’m sorry!”

Your cracked, whimpered words like music to Seokjins ears as he felt your walls tighten around him, “And what do you want baby? Use your words.” His mouth near watering at the way your hips rolled against his fingers, your little hole taking his fingers so easily as your face became nearly unrecognizable to anyone else besides himself. “Mmm! Please!” You whined your clit thrumming with vibration as you cried, a new stream of tears dripping down your cheeks at his torture, “Please let me cum, please! Need it so bad, please.”

Seokjin let his tongue graze against his lips, reveling in your pleading as he finally let out a smile, turning the vibrator up once more that gained another sob from you as he coaxed, “There’s my good girl, now cum all over my fingers, be a good girl and cum.”

Your walls were rapidly clenching around him and your clit was throbbing as the moan caught in your throat, the force of the orgasm enough to rip it out into a scream as a new sob escaped your, your body twisting and snapping in hot searing pleasure.

“Mmm fuck that’s a good girl.” Seokjin guided you through your orgasm with ease before gently pulling his fingers from you and turning off the vibrator as your thighs trembled. Your mind nearly blank as you continued reeling from pleasure.

You barely even registered when Seokjin had uncuffed you from the bed while whistling, “Jesus, I think this is the most fucked out you’ve ever been, are you gonna be able to take getting stuffed full?”

Despite his words he and you both were well aware this was far from the first time you had been this fucked out, Seokjin didn’t even looked worried at the way you trembled, having become so well acquainted with your body, “I didn’t just beg like a cheap pornstar to be told I’m not getting dick.”

That was enough to cause that annoying windshield wiper like laugh to sound as he spread your legs making you jump, mirth in his eyes at your crabbiness, having never been a fan of begging- or subbing before but Seokjin was also aware he was the one exception, “I know you love my dick but calm down it’s not going anywhere.”

A breathy whine escaped your lips as Seokjin let his thick bulbous tip circling against your entrance before pushing inside you, the stretch burning and pleasure shooting through your sensitive walls as Seokin didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust, his hips immediately slamming into yours as your back arched with a whine, “You know- you never did answer me, should we call him? Let him listen to your little pathetic moans? Let his dick get hard at the idea of fucking my girl.”

Your mind could hardly register his words, too caught up at the feeling of his cock squeezing into your small hole and brushing over your g-spot with each stroke as your hands clawed against his back, “Fuck- are you insane?” You tried to turn it into a snap but all it came out as was a pathetic whine, hips rolling with his as his hand dragged down to rub over your clit again, a moan escaping your lips at the sensitivity as you clenched around his thick shaft, “My phone’s back in the kitchen.”

Seokjin let out a moan before huffing, “I’m trying to be sexy, can you play along for once?” You both couldn’t help but let out a shared strained laugh as his hips continued to roll against your’s, his cock completely coated in both your cum and arousal making a mess against your thighs. Unexpectedly Seokjin pulled out of you making you whine as you popped up indignantly, royally fucked out with dried tears on your cheeks and a hoarse voice, “I am not finished with your dick yet.”

Sitting up Seokjin pulled you into his lap, the first time you’d gladly be manhandled all day as you quickly grabbed his throbbing dick, pumping his base a few times before properly sinking down on it, a quiet moan escaping you both as he let out a strained chuckle, “You’re such a fucking-”

You yelped at the loud smack of his hand stinging against your ass, “Cockslut.” Your walls clenched at the degradation, hips suddenly rolling as you bounced against his thick cock, whining as you buried into his neck, “Oh you like that? Being my little cockslut?” You moaned at the feeling of his hand spanking against your ass once more, the sting burning in your skin making your walls clench harder, “Riding my dick because you’re a needy little slut? Does that cunt need my dick?”

“Mmm please...!” You whined, having been teased too much to challenge him anymore, skin slapping against skin with every bounce of your hips, you were so fucked out on his cock you could hardly focus on anything but the way it’s thick throbbing shaft split your pussy open and the way it rubbed just the right way into your g-spot, “Yes, my pussy loves riding it.”

The wet squelch of your body clenching around him forced a moan from Seokjin’s lips, “That’s right, my dirty little bitch.” You whined at the smack of his hand on your ass once more. Seokjin’s hand dived down to your clit once more, rubbing it as you cried out tears immediately stinging your eyes once more at how sensitive it was, hips bucking and bouncing against him as his tongue dragged against your neck, “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a big mess like the little bitch you are?”

“Y-yes.” Your voice desperate and cracked as Seokjin rubbed down on just the right spot against your swollen, sore bud causing you to clench once more, Seokjin let out a long deep moan as you felt the warm thick string of his release cream inside of you leaving your pussy a swollen, sticky messy as you slowed your hips down.

“You know…” You had to pause for a second as you let yourself heave and gulp for air, coming down from your high of sex before continuing, “If you ever feel like you’re being replaced, you should just talk to me about it- seriously.” You leaned a little away from him to look him in the eyes.

While angry sex was a personal favorite between you both, it was by no means an actual remedy to your problems, and Seokjin knew this, his eyes a little bashful as he sighed, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, “No...I...I was just childish...I never liked sharing you when we were younger either, this isn’t any different I just…”

He set his chin down on your shoulder to get away without having to look at you, feelings were always something that felt a little awkward to discuss, but you cared about one another so much you both would always force it out from the other, “You mean so much to me Y/n, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, whether it’s from dying, or you just getting tired of me and leaving-I just- I need you. You’re the only reason I have left to keep going.”

“Seokjin…” You sighed, pulling yourself off his now softened cock before properly seating yourself in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist before wrapping your arms around him in a much accepted hug, “I’m not going anywhere. And if you feel like I’m going too, you need to talk to me about it. I know you’re a total dumbass and it’s difficult to believe but you’re all I have left too. I’m not going anywhere, we’re partners, always have and always will be,” You pulled away from him before giving him a cocky wink, “Til death do us part motherfucker. Now let’s go watch a movie or something, your cum makes me feel like a sperm bank.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Seokjin furrowed his brows as you stood up, hobbling over to his dresser as you grabbed a hoodie.

“The same thing as beatface.” You wiggled the hoodie over your head before rolling your eyes. Your life was anything but easy, and there was still so much to come, but you’d be okay, you and Seokjin would always have one another’s back, and even the sky could fall but you’d be fine. As long as you had him, “You know what? Nevermind, you’re worthless Kim, just pick a fucking movie.”

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