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seraphladyvenom · 3 years

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What Monsta x would be like as your boyfriend! Pt. One. (Sfw)

First fic yet! I'm gonna start doing reactions and scenarios! Send requests! :)

Btw this is purely my opinion so pls dont hate!

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SHOWNU

Precious teddy bear

Will protect you at all costs

Not extremely loud or into skinship, but shows how much he loves you in small ways

Usually just calls you by your name or "Babe, baby"

Gives amazing hugs

Very comforting presence

Hand holding

Really good kisser

Husband material™

Protective af

Calm and relaxed, will be there for you whenever you need someone

Can be kinda clueless tbh

Loves it when you show up to concerts to support him

0% jealous.

Stressful days are filled with silly activities

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WONHO

Such a sweetheart

BUFF

Will protect u

Loves making you laugh and smile

A whole prankster

Not afraid to show public affection

Kisses ur hands a lot

Tries to make as much time for you as he can

Even when he can't its okay

A bit emotional at times

Calls u "baby, love, beautiful"

Loves texting you through the day

Flirty™

Perverted jokes a lot

Winks ;)

Loves showing you music he produces

Kinda Jealous and over protective

Stressful days consist of going to a park and relaxing

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MINHYUK

Cheerful baby

Always laughing with you

Teases you a lot

So easy to make you smile

All he has to do is smile at you and youre a smiling mess

Loves kissing your cheeks and forhead

Loud

Invites you to their dance practices just to see you

But gets scolded when he doesnt pay attention

Others will deffinetly pick on you two

You and him fuck with the others all the time

A very playful relationship

But serious when it needs to be

Gets kinda jealous but just pouts

Stressful days are filled with cuddling and movies

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KIHYUN

Stubborn And Pouty

A big sweetheart but he can be a very standoff-ish

Gets irritated easily but you help calm him

Doesnt like public affection. Gets way too flustered

Likes to call u pretty (but likes it when u call him pretty too..)

Pretty smile :)

Loves it when you play with his hair

When he warms up to you hes actully really clingy

You and him mess with Minhkuk a lot

Likes to sing to you even if he does get shy about it

Likes to take care of you

JEALOUS!! Gets very stubborn and jealous

On stressful days u usually just hold his hand and let him vent

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HYUNGWON

Kinda quiet but also really silly

Doesnt mind public affection as long as its not over the top

Not many pet names just "beautiful" usually

Very confortable relationship

Never afraid to open up to eachother

A good listener

He enjoys napping together

Kinda tall so he likes to hug you from behind and put his chin on your head

Mr. Dj loves it when you encourage him and cheer him on

Loves taking pics with you

Doesnt enjoy texting. Would rather call you and hear you

Not super jealous. He trusts you

Stressful days consist of napping and cuddling all day

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JOOHEON

SWEETHEART

Loves public affection. Kissing hugging cuddling. Any kind

Loves pet names "pretty, sweetie, sweetheart, baby, honey" anything

A big hand holder

Likes it when u kiss his dimples :]

Gets pouty a lot

Very cute

Has a lot of energy so loves doing things with you

Pls compliment him

When hes sad or anxious he likes to put his head in ur lap and vent to you

Emotional baby

Very good with comforting you

Hates to see you sad in any way

But can get you smiling very easily

Can get pretty jealous

Stressful days are spent comforting and healing.

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CHANGKYUN / I.M

Pls protect this precious bb

Super soft and cute

Kinda shy at first

Warms up fast tho

Doesnt mind public affection but gets shy sometimes

Likes kissing u

Always happy around you

Likes showin u his lyrics

Loves loves loves it when you cheer him on at concerts

If hes down you know exactly how to comfort him

Nose and forehead kisses :) (hes usually the reciever)

Calls u baby (I mean have u HEARD HIM SAY IT...)

Can get jealous but doesnt a lot

Texts you all the time

You'll visit him when hes at the studio late and he loves it

Stressful days are spent relaxing, eating, and playing games together

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seraphladyvenom · 4 years

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A short, light-hearted smut with Doyoung? 🥺 maybe a little cocky? You're the only blog around Doyoung I know and your stories are so good

2.4K smut dy

"Hey, do you perhaps have a crush on me or anything?" you suddenly asked once.

You were on your living room floor on a lazy Sunday afternoon, not having anything better to do than get tipsy together.

Doyoung blinked at you, hand in mid-air about to place a puzzle piece in its place as if processing your question.

"Why would I have a crush on you? Don't be ridiculous," he finally answered.

His expression didn't flatter at all when saying that and you took it for honesty, bringing the bottle of beer to your lips.

It started with both of you just having coffee in silence, every morning, each on their own piece of the terrace.

Yet, naturally, having him next door, he would often walk the imaginary line separating your terraces to hang out.

Then you started to talk. And you thought that maybe he was interested in you.

You and Doyoung were just friends. Not even good friends. Maybe close acquaintances would be a better description for you two as he was only your neighbour.

Then he obviously had to be around as you hung out with your friends.

You thought it would get weird soon, but it never happened.

“Eh,” you shrugged and took one, still unaware of the way it would become a nice tradition.

Actually, you’ve been able to talk to him as you couldn’t have with other men before and you liked his company. You talked about anything, sharing secrets as if best friends since birth.

He got closer and closer until you had him knock on your terrace glass door, two cold beers in his hands, one eyebrow raised as if asking if might sound cool to you.

You choked slightly.

"Do you have a crush on me?" he questioned.

"Of course I don't,” you finally replied after a few short coughs.

Your apartment terrace was quite big and you liked how it turned out after you decided to renovate it: fluffy cushions under warm fairy lights, luscious green plants, the vintage rug underneath your bare feet.

You couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t a very good looking man and you couldn’t help but wonder if he liked you, even if a little bit.

He shrugged as well and no one brought that up ever again.

You were a bunch of people, all sat around an unlit camping fire pit, a single candle obnoxiously placed on the wood for ambience.

You called all of your friends to help you out and now you were lost in thoughts, blissful as you listened to their laughs and looked at their amused expressions.

It would have been the perfect night if only for a detail.

Doyoung was not a touchy person at all, yet, he wouldn't stop touching you.

It was not until a late summer night that your mind started to roam with weird thoughts.

Yes, you were close by now and he did touch you like that before, but never this insistently. Besides, he did say that he didn’t like you. What got to him suddenly?

He was sitting next to you on the wicker couch, putting his arm around you, stroking your shoulder randomly, letting his hand fall to your thigh.

He would place it there for a few seconds as he laughed, or as he sustained himself while reaching for more snacks, again and again until at a certain point it never left your warm skin anymore.

You stared at him with the corner of your eyes and he looked as if he didn't pay any attention to it, though. Not the way you were, at least. So, the question was, what got to you suddenly?

His fingers were mindlessly caressing your knee as he chatted with your friends, then he went up to the softer part until reaching your inner thigh.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore and you jolted.

"What?" you faked confusion as if you didn’t just get electrocuted by his touch.

He blinked a few times at you and stared at the way you frantically drank from your glass.

"Are you cold?" he had to lean in to make himself be heard over the loud voices of the others.

"Hm?" you heard him hum surprised, turning his face towards you.

"What? No, why?" you found yourself stuttering for no reason as you stuffed your mouth with pretzels, hoping that doing something will make him stop looking at you. Or prevent you from looking at him.

"You've been shivering for a while and you have goosebumps," he dragged his fingers on your now fully trembling thigh as to show you what he was talking about.

Doyoung wasn't a stupid guy so you wondered if he really couldn't catch what was going on.

You gulped your snacks and placed one hand on top of his. Then with a quick movement, you removed it and put it on his thigh instead. Not bearing to look at what expression he would make, you concentrated on the others’ jokes, laughing even if you didn't catch what they said.

But even without looking, you could physically feel that Doyoung finally understood. You could feel his gaze burn the side of your face as his mind run at a very high speed.

It made you very nervous.

And you did feel all of your nerves passing electricity to each other when he placed his hand on your thigh again, this time slower, thoughtfully, each caress intentional.

You shot him a glare.

He leaned in again and you felt his warm breath on your ear when he spoke.

"Stop it," you mouthed silently before looking around at everyone's faces to see if they noticed.

Doyoung had on a little smirk though, meaning he didn’t care and he was also quite stubborn.

Your breath hitched and you grabbed his hand again.

“You should have told me earlier,” he added, not missing the way you started to twitch.

"Doyoung, stop it. Not here," you gulped down, unable to look at him in the face.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" and his fingertips showed you again what like this meant, ghosting on the sensitive part of your inner thigh.

"Not here? So, is elsewhere alright?"

You closed your eyes for a brief moment as if insulting yourself.

He chuckled.

Honestly, yeah, you would have loved to keep them closed for a long time, melting into Doyoung's touch, urging him to do more but you opened them surprised when he suddenly got up and left.

Looking at his back as he entered the living room you wondered, panicked if the others saw anything.

No one thought it was weird to have Doyoung get up and go inside though, and in fact, you had to remind yourself that it wasn't.

You were just on edge and jumpy for no reason.

Yet a weird burning sensation inside your gut told you he didn't need your help with any of that as you stepped inside.

And you jolted again when Doyoung’s head made an appearance again.

"Y/N, come here a minute, I need you," he said in a neutral voice, and besides a few glances, no one commented on that.

It was your apartment. He probably needed your help with the drinks maybe, or to find some blankets.

It was so dark inside that you didn't even notice how close Doyoung was until he grabbed your wrist stopping your hand, his lips almost on the side of your face as he whispered.

"Don't turn the lights on. I need your help with this-," he directed your hand to the tent in his shorts, "-and I'm pretty sure you don't want the others to know.”

Your breath definitely stopped for long seconds as you felt Doyoung under your fingertips.

"D-Doyoung, I don't think this is a good idea," you mumbled but your body worked independently from your mind, no resistance given as Doyoung placed his hands on your waist and pushed you towards the kitchen island.

"What do you need me for?" you asked, caressing the wall with your hand trying to turn on the lights.

He was indeed quick and your mind couldn't make sense of what was happening until you found yourself with no shorts on and Doyoung's fingers between your legs.

"Bad ideas are the best ideas," he replied quietly, pushing himself into you, caging you between his arms.

"Someone can come inside at any given time," you tried to bring up excuses as you were melting into Doyoung's touch.

"Then we have to be quick.”

"Someone can hear us.”

"Wow, do I really have this effect on you?" he commented flattered, feeling you on top of your panties before pulling them to the side, the sound of your insanely wet pussy incredible loud in the quiet darkness of the room.

You swore something unintelligible and closed your eyes, gripping his shirt with your fingers and pressing your forehead on his shoulder.

"Don't tease me about it,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

"Fuck-," you moaned hard once but Doyoung was quick to cover your mouth with the other hand shushing you, looking at your distressed eyes, his fingers not stopping for a second.

"You don't like to admit that you're in this condition only because of my fingers on your thigh?" he sounded amused.

"Then we'll have to be quiet," he whispered, eating your last weak protest, kissing you hungrily while his hands racked your shirt up and cupped your breasts.

"I bet I only need to do this-," he suddenly circled your clit a few times with his thumb, and you already felt your knees buckle on their own, head-spinning, heat spreading all across your body.

"-and you'd be over the edge already," he added, satisfied as you came in his arms.

You leaned on the counter, even more, twitching, grabbing his wrist as to indicate that it was too much but when he loosened his grip, you did nothing to remove his hand from your bud.

"You love it? Want more?"

Despite the fear of being found out by your friends, distant only a few meters, you whined and nodded, feeling your brain on fire.

So Doyoung let his hand fall from your mouth to your neck, then he dragged it to your hips and wrapping your waist he lifted you on top of the island. You hugged his neck with your arms and shivered as you felt his hands drag your panties down your thighs.

He chuckled.

"Can I fuck you?" he breathed on your lips and you swore that you could have cum again just from his raspy voice alone.

"Please," you replied breathless, the muffled sound of his hand getting his cock out of his shorts already making you clench.

He hooked your legs around his waist and you tightened them when you felt his tip poke at your folds.

Faces only a breath away from each other, eyes trained on the other’s expression, he pushed himself in.

You gasped and he shushed you a few times making you bite your lower lip instead.

"I know, shh, I know," he repeated until he got halfway in, thrusting slowly back and forth until he bottomed out.

You whined again feeling his that deeply, digging your nails into his shoulders, unable to keep the sounds in.

"Quiet," he ordered against your jaw.

"Doyoung, I can't,” you shook your head.

"Shh, you can," he kissed your neck slowly and sucked in your skin.

You yelped surprised, sustaining yourself back on your forearms before being forced to lie down on the cold marble.

His hips picked up the pace and you had to muffle your moans in his shoulder this time, biting down on his shirt.

"Yeah, just like that baby, you’re taking me so well," he caressed your hips, holding you in place, before sliding his palms on your thighs until reaching the back of your knees, jerking your legs up.

Doyoung let out a deep sound with his throat, moving his hands from your legs resting on his shoulders to the counter, as the new angle drove you both insane.

"Shit," he whispered breathless, one hand coming up your body to wrap your thigh near your pelvis bone.

Then he slowed down and you couldn't take it anymore.

"You feel so good. You feel so fucking good," his deep voice barely audible on top of the sinful wet sounds.

His forehead started to get damp with sweat as his fringe danced at the rhythm of his quick thrusts.

"I can't believe I'm getting rawed on my kitchen counters," you mumbled dizzily.

"I'll make you sore enough to realize," he chuckled through the whimpers, rolling his hips with short and deep motions making you arch your back and open your mouth in an almost soundless moan.

You started to shake, fucking yourself on him, and he drank the image of you about to come undone yet again.

He laughed. "You're begging me? This day goes down in fucking history,” he commented no sign of wanting to speed up.

"I love seeing you squirming like that underneath me, at my mercy," he explained, stopping the motion, letting you feel him like that, one hand caressing your stomach and coming down, rolling your clit under his thumb again.

"I want to feel you cum around me," he grunted and it didn't take you long to grant his wish.

"Doyoung, please, please, I beg, someone can come and look for us anytime soon.”

He hissed at the tightening sensation, letting the air out of his teeth and finally moved again quickly, fucking you through your orgasm, turning you into complete putty.

You weren't still out of your high when you felt him pull out and release on your stomach with a choked moan, hot shots of cum dripping all over your skin as he fucked his fist.

A chain of exhausted swears accompanied his motion when he closed his eyes and threw his head back as if catching his breath.

Rising your hips to meet his hand you grabbed the edge of the counter until it hurt your fingers, and came pulsating around Doyoung's cock.

Panting as well, you let your legs fall slowly around him until meeting his hips and he opened his eyes again, holding them for you and helping you get up.

When you were on your feet you couldn't keep your balance and Doyoung had to sustain you in his arms with a chuckle.

"Fuck, Doyoung,” you whispered unable to stand.

"Yeah," he acknowledged it. "I fucked you good.”

You rolled your eyes and you tried to his chest but you had no force left.

"My back is all sore now from that.”

He smiled. "Okay then, next time I'll make you bend over, instead.”

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