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moonhoures · 6 months

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All Of Me

🕷️ kinktober — day 7: breeding kink / creampie 🕸️

pairing: jooheon (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: idol!au, mild angst, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of pregnancy (but no actual pregnancy), mention of joo’s military enlistment

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: you and your idol bf tenderly enjoy one more night together before his enlistment

a/n: dedicating this to my fav jooheon stan @carronpatrick 💕 hope you enjoy it 🫂 also, there’s not much of a breeding kink aspect to this, i’ve realized, so i removed that from the tagline 🙃

posted: october 7, 2023

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So here it was. The day you had been dreading ever since you and Jooheon first started dating. On top of dealing with the hardships of dating an idol—a very successful and famous one at that—you also had to deal with his leaving for military service. He reminded you of it every once in a while, and for the longest time it felt so far away. But now the day had arrived on your doorstep with no remorse, no empathy.

“Don’t look so sad,” your boyfriend tried to lighten the mood as you two sat at the edge of your bed. He had come over to spend the night with you and pick up some of his things from your apartment. He was set to leave for his enlistment two days from now, so this was the last day you had him all to yourself until he would go, “Eighteen months will pass faster than you think. And it’s not like we won’t be able to see or talk to each other.”

“I know,” you put all your energy into speaking with no sign of distress, but your voice betrayed you with a wobble. Jooheon frowned a little, resting his arm around your shoulders as you started to sniffle and tears pricked at your eyes.

“I’ll talk to you as often as I can. That’s a promise. You remember I made you that promise the first year we dated,” he reminded you of that night. Of course, the memory was engrained in your mind like a movie you had just seen yesterday—most of your memories with him were. You recalled you two sitting on the couch, sipping on some beer and eating take-out. He had just finished a media run for Monsta X’s most recent comeback, and he had finally got a night off to spend with you. The topic of his enlistment came up and brought down the mood, but somehow Jooheon always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“_________, I promise, on everything I own and love, that during my enlistment I will use any means and any time I have to talk to you, first and foremost,” even a little tipsy, with his hands jokingly on his chest and in the air (respectively), he managed to say those words so sincerely. You had no choice but to trust his words back then. And even now, you trusted him with everything you had.

“I feel so dumb for crying. It’s not like you’re leaving forever,” you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands, and the smallest smile finally cracked your lips when his laugh sounded from beside you.

“Exactly,” he said, “I’ll be back sooner than you think. And I’ll be sure to set aside lots of time just for us. Just for you,” he corrected himself, pressing a kiss to your head. When you looked up at him, his eyes softened at the redness and teariness in your own. His hand reached up to hold your chin still while he leaned down to give you a tender kiss.

It was a wonder that Jooheon always knew what to say in every situation, but especially without saying anything at all. It was like he spoke with his body language too. Because the kiss he gave you then seemed to whisper it’ll be okay. His other hand holding your waist assured you i’ll always be here when you need me, even if i’m not physically here. The way he rested his forehead against yours after pulling away said i’ll always be yours.

“When you get back-” you started speaking tentatively, and to your surprise, your words came out more confident than before, “-we’re not leaving this bed for a few days, at least. You understand?”

His brows raised and his dimples made an appearance as he chuckled. He nodded, biting his lip subtly before replying, “I was already planning on that. Make sure you have the condoms stocked when I get back.”

As he leaned in for another kiss, your hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt, feebly attempting to keep him closer, “But I wanna feel you when you get back. Not latex.”

You tried not to smirk against his lips when you felt a low rumble from his chest into his throat.

“Fuck, don’t get me started, _______,” he whined, his hand already going back to your face. His fingers caressed your jaw as his eyes traced between your eyes and lips. Everything in him was begging to have you in that moment.

“Come on, Joo. One more time before you go?” you breathed out against his cheek in between the kisses you pressed to it.

You could feel his breathing getting heavier, and one glance at his lap let you know he was at least considering it. You tested the waters by leaning down and kissing under his jaw, his weak spot. You hummed, “Please.”

Your boyfriend merely groaned in response before he was taking your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his in an abrupt, smashing kiss. He took control easily, you always melted into putty in his hands. You molded to him in any way he manipulated you. He had eased you onto your back, your thighs at the edge of the bed as he continued to make out with you fervently.

Despite how tender and careful he was in his touches, there was an underlying, waiting sense of ferociousness. Like he was waiting for the perfect moment to unleash on you. And you couldn’t wait for the moment to come. You tried to coax it from him, using your fingers to grip at his back. You urged him closer with the rocking of your hips, with the nudging of your feet against his ass. He simply chuckled at your attempts, finding you cute when you were so desperate for him.

He whispered sweet nothings to you as you both discarded your clothing, utters of how beautiful you looked. How good you would feel. How he already couldn’t wait to come back even though he hadn’t left yet. Before the sadness could settle in you again, you were moaning at the feeling of his bare cock resting over your pelvis. His lips peppered kisses all over your chest as his hand pumped his erection in preparation for you. He smiled to himself when you started to move your hips up, quietly exhorting him to fuck you.

“Are the condoms still in the drawer?” he asked you, starting to peel himself away so he could go get them.

You stopped him, hands holding onto his biceps for dear life, “We don’t need to use them. If this is the last time we do this before you go, I want to feel you, Jooheon. Just you.”

Your boyfriend’s dick twitched, and he leaned back down to capture your lips again. He was so whipped for you. His heart skipped a beat when he felt your body pressed up against his. When he heard the sounds you made for him. When he felt how wet you were already. His fingertips swiped up your slit, and he relished in the airy moans you let out before he circled your clit.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he said, watching your resolve crumble beneath his touch, “It’s been so long since we did it raw.”

It was; over a year, in fact. And it nearly didn’t happen at all. The two of you were getting hot and heavy in his car one day on a road trip, and had gotten to the best part before realizing neither of you had a condom on you. After a minute of panic, you decided to say fuck it and went through with your actions anyway. But you lived in anxiety afterwards. You weren’t really nervous about getting pregnant with Jooheon’s kid, though being pregnant at all did make your stomach sink. But you were more so nervous about tarnishing Jooheon’s career and/or reputation. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you were the cause of such turmoil. Luckily, you didn’t fall pregnant, but you two swore not to do it with condom again until you were both sure that’s what you wanted to do. Now just felt right.

“I want to feel you,” you repeated eagerly, getting impatient. You could feel him lining up at your entrance, his hand still stroking his erection.

“You’ll feel me, baby. All of me.”

Boy, did you. You sucked in a breath as he sunk between your folds, filling you to the brim with his thick length. You watched his face screw up with a disgruntled expression as he felt your tight walls constrict him. He forgot how good you felt like this.

“Holy shit,” he grunted.

You smiled, urging him to start thrusting by pulling on his waist with your hands. Your nails lightly dug into his skin. He hissed while he pulled out, barely keeping his tip in before thrusting back into you slowly. His hips bucked into yours in a growing rhythm. Heavy breaths and the sounds of wet kissing surrounded you two. It was like the two of you made lustful music when you made love. That’s what it always was with him. “Fucking” didn’t sound right to Jooheon. If he was going to have sex with you, he was going to pour in every ounce of his love and appreciation for you that he could muster.

He drilled into you, but his lips were soft and smooth in the way they touched your body, wherever they could reach. He made sure to tell you how good you made him feel and how well you took him. Little did you know that it was mostly because he could feel the effect it had on you. Every touch, every kiss, every word had your insides fluttering, your pussy clenching on him as if he would disappear if you didn’t. In a way, he was going to disappear, you supposed.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you pouted, feeling that sinking sensation in your stomach as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again.

Jooheon’s hips faltered as he made eye contact with you. His orbs began to mirror yours briefly before he pulled himself together. He continued to thrust into you, softer than before, “I’ll miss you so much more, trust me. I’m gonna think about you every second of every day. Gonna count down the minutes until I can see you again.”

“Joo,” you moaned as you felt your climax building in your lower belly. Your leg muscles were tensing up from the impending sensation.

“Baby,” he whimpered, on the brink of his own release. This was the only bad part of not using a condom; you felt too good. There was no way in hell he could last as long as he usually did. All he could do was hope that you would want round two, and maybe a round three, or four . . .

“Want you to cum inside.”

“I will,” he nodded, eyelids closing tight as he shuddered. He was so close, “Gonna take it all?”

“Mhm,” you hugged around his shoulders, drawing him close until his forehead was on yours. He pressed a haphazard kiss to your nose out of passion, and you chuckled softly.

“Fuc-“ he couldn’t even finish before he was cumming, painting your core. He shook under your touch, his strength wavering under the weight of his orgasm. “Holy shit, that feels so good. You feel so good. I wish you could feel this the way I do.”

Your head was spinning from the way he talked you through it. You could only moan out his name as you came after him, his warmth filling you up sending you over the edge, “Oh my God.”

“That’s it,” he kissed your neck, then he leaned down to hug you properly. It felt oddly nice having his body weight on you, like a comforting blanket.

You would miss this. Not just the love-making, but all of it. Him. You would miss him. It was hard enough being away from him most days due to his job, but having him be unavailable for long periods of time was going to be a form of hell. All you wanted to do was have him like this all the time. All to yourself. You wanted to be able to kiss him and hold him whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to worry about him up and leaving at any time for any reason. You wanted to have him completely. Was it still selfishness if it was out of pure, uncontainable love?

“Eighteen months,” you didn’t realize you had said it out loud until Jooheon pulled away to regard you with a crestfallen nod.

“Eighteen months,” he confirmed. You prayed that it would be the fastest year and six months of your life.

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femdomlieeh · 9 months

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Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

M.LISTS—random idols/groups ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

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lubbuub · 6 months

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sweet, gentle fingering from jooheon pls

imagine being between his legs while he places sweet kisses along your neck. feeling the warm breeze from the cracked window, the smell of the vanilla candle burning on your nightstand, and the partynextdoor slight drowning out your moans. his fingers deep inside you curling at the soft wet texture, you called your g spot. his free hand occupied by your hard nipples twisting and pinching at them. hearing him talk you through it asking if it feels good, telling you that you’re a good girl. rolling your hips to feel his hard bulge underneath you, knowing he’s ready to explode at any moment. “f-fuck.. i’m gonna cum” are the words that come out of your mouth as you feel the overstimulation building up in your stomach, your body jerking at the soft movements of his hips bucking up to match your rhythm as he leaves trails of purple-reddish bruises down your neck and shoulders. your breathing getting more heavier as you looked down to see your cum painted all over his fingers.

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purp1einmyh3ad · 6 months

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POV: Changkyun is your boyfriend and he gives you random short but cosy calls just to nonchalantly share fragments of his daily life with you and include you in his space regardless of the distance and his busy schedule. Those little cyber dates include him showing you the Han river under the night sky and sharing the radiant sunset after work because you're still connected and under the same yet ever-changing sky, the same way your love stays the same no matter the changes of time and place. You're dating a Pisces Venus man.

I cringed a bit but I liked this aesthetic and delulu is the solulu and I'm in my feels today, plus, this is tumblr, let me be ✌️😗

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marzmeltdown · 10 months

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Bad Decisions

⌦ Pairing: Prof!Changkyun (I.M) x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): Smut ⌦ Warning(s): swearing,, age gaps (changkyun's in his 30's readers in their 20's),, power dynamics,, exhibitionism (kinda),, nicknames (changkyun: sir,, professor,, reader: doll,, princess,, idk if slut constitutes itself as a nickname but its used,, ),, cream pies(pls be practice safe sex besties),, deep throating,, face fucking,, desk sex,, choking,, oral (m receiving),, Dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, spit eating (idk if thats what its called),, fingering,, humiliation,, ⌦ Word count: 2.66k ⌦ Summary: You're struggling in your history class, so naturally, you go to your professor for help. You weren't expecting to receive that type of help as well. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Hollywood Undead and Monsta X while writing this was an experience to say the least. I may or may not have written this for myself as well. Have y'all seen that tiktok of Changkyun pulling out of a parking spot w one hand? Twas truly beautiful. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on everything I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You cried as you looked at the exam grade displayed on your computer screen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. D+, you had studied so hard; how could you have gotten such a bad grade? You sat at your desk with your knees to your chest, crying into them.

Your head flew up as you heard the door to your dorm room swing open, followed by your roommate's keys jingling as she walked in. She sat her bag on the floor beside her bed, oblivious to your crying until she took her headphones out of her ears.

"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay? What happened??" She asked, tossing her headphones onto her bed as she rushed over to you. You sniffled a bit, turning the laptop towards her with one hand while the other wiped away the tears that had taken residence on the tip of your chin.

"I got a D on my history exam," you said. It took everything in you not to scream with how upset you were; history was the only class you were struggling in. Which didn't make any sense to you, as you really liked history.

"What the hell? You studied so hard! You study more than I do!" Your roommate gasped, her brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she too tried to wrap her head around how you could have done so poorly on an exam you worked so hard to prepare for. You sniffled once more, turning the laptop back to you and beginning to write your professor an email asking if he were free tomorrow during his office hours.

"I'm going to go talk to him tomorrow and see if there's anything I can do to get my grade up," you said, your voice slowly going back to normal rather than the shakey, upset voice you had when your roommate walked in on your crying session.

"That's a good idea. Mr. Im is a nice professor; I'm sure he would be more than willing to help you out." Your roommate said she hugged your side reassuringly before walking back to her side of the room.

Mr. Im replied to your email sooner than you had expected; he has always told students that as soon as 5 p.m. rolled around, any emails he had would be answered the following business day.

⌦ Mr Im:

ㅤY/N,

ㅤThank you for reaching out regarding your performance in class, my office hours are open all ㅤday.

ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.

You smiled as you read the email, looking back at your roommate, who had gotten comfortable on her bed. "He's free all day tomorrow; hopefully we can get something figured out."

"That's great; I'm sure he will work with you about your grade," she reassured once more.

You sighed shakily as you stood outside your professor's office. Rarely did you ask for help, so knowing that you were about to knock on Mr. Im's door to do exactly that made you nervous. After a couple deep breaths, you knocked on the door. You were worried that you'd knocked too softly until the door swung open, revealing your professor.

"Y/N, come in; it's good to see you." Mr. Im smiled, and you stood there in awe for a moment as you soaked in his smile. He was ethereal, and you felt as though you could stare at him all day if you could.

"Nice to see you too, Mr. Im," you stuttered, stepping into the room. It was neater than you had expected; every book on the shelf was in order from biggest to smallest, and the couch that sat against the wall looked untouched. His desk looked unused aside from the stack of papers on the left corner and a water bottle that sat next to his computer; the floor was spotless as well.

"What was it you wanted to talk about, y/n?" Changkyun asked, following you to his desk once he shut the door. You both took seats in the chairs opposite each other.

"I wanted to talk about my grade; it's not great," you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

"I'm well aware that your grade isn't anything to brag about," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Right.." You said that, blushing a bit as you looked down.

"I suppose you're hoping I can help you fix that?" He asked, and his tone came off more condescending than he had meant it.

"Yeah, if you'd be so kind,"

"Well, if you paid better attention in my class, you might do better," he suggested. Your head snapped up at him as you looked at him with widened eyes. He smirked softly, beginning to speak as he stood up from his chair. "Don't act so surprised, y/n; I see how you stare at me during class; it's pretty obvious." He said, you hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to you until he gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"It makes me wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said, running his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. His voice had gotten deeper—sexier even, if that were possible. Instinctively, you parted your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him. "You and I both know that you're capable of studying for my exams, so I'll cut you a deal; I'll fix your grade if you do something for me."

Your professor seemed more talkative than normal, but you assumed anyone would be if they were discussing "deals" with another person. It was your turn to speak now. Before you could, however, his thumb found itself inside your mouth, pressing itself down on your tongue. Changkyun stood still as he waited for an answer, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You nodded in response to his offer.

Changkyun only smiled at this as his free hand worked at his belt. You moved your eyes to his hand as your hands reached up to aid him in taking his belt off. He jerked your head up gently, forcing you to look back up at him. "Eyes on me, doll."

Undoing the clasp of his belt and the buttons of his pants without being able to look at them seemed to be somewhat of a struggle. But the reward behind the zipper was worth the struggle. Changkyun moved his hand from your chin to your head once you pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out.

You broke eye contact with your professor long enough to glance at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. You brought a hand to pump at the base, looking back up at him as you began pumping his cock with a steady pace. His breath hitched slightly when you let your tongue run against the pink tip of his cock.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, princess," he breathed out as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. He gripped your hair roughly, forcing himself the rest of the way into your mouth. You did your best not to gag, though your efforts proved futile when the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.

The sound of your gag seemed to spark something within him as his hips began thrusting themselves into you and shoving his cock further down your throat. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes from how harshly he was thrusting into you. The lewd sounds of your gags mixed with his groans of pleasure and the saliva being churned in your mouth filled the room. You were surprised no one had heard you two yet.

Just when you were certain your professor was only going to abuse your throat, he pulled out of you, pulling you to stand. Immediately, you leaned in to kiss him, the both of you hungrily attacking each other's mouths. Your hands found their way to Changkyun's collar, tugging him closer as you sat on his desk. Your fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt while his worked at the buttons on your pants. You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking your roommate's advice on the skirt she suggested you wear.

You pushed Changkyun's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before aiding him in taking your pants off. His hand found itself resting against your heat as his thumb rubbed itself against your clothed clit. You whimpered at his soft teasing, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Patience, princess, I'll fill you up soon," he said against your lips, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.

"Yes, sir," you replied, whining when he pulled your panties aside to continue teasing your hole. "Just take them off," you begged, moving a hand down to push your panties off.

Changkyun chuckled at your impatience but obliged, pulling your panties off the rest of the way, his hand finding itself attached to your heat once more. "You're so wet already, doll," he commented, emphasizing his words by slipping his middle finger into your hole. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you pulled away from the kiss to let your head fall back.

You let your eyes close as your professor began to pump his finger in and out of your hole. You pulled your shirt off as Changkyun inserted another finger, the surprise causing you to drop your shirt onto his desk, letting yourself lean against your hand as his thumb rubbed itself against your clit once more.

"F-fuck, professor, please," you begged as your head fell back. His fingers felt like magic against the nerves between your thighs.

"Please what, princess? Use your words," he said, his free hand reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You were surprised at how well your professor did tasks with one hand that would have required a normal person to use two.

"Fuck me, please," you whined, your free hand gripping at his toned biceps. He smirked at your request, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your hole empty momentarily as he reached into his wallet to grab a condom. Your head snapped up to look at him, and your hand flew up to stop him, looking at him pleadingly.

He looked at you with a confused expression, his confusion disappearing once you opened your mouth to say, "I know you want to fuck your cum into me just as much as I want you to."

You weren't sure where this new bout of confidence came from, but the look on your professor's face when you spoke went straight to your core. You could feel the slick beginning to run down your thighs as you bit your lip. He tossed the partially opened condom onto the floor along with his wallet before pulling you closer by your thighs.

"If you keep talking like that, kitten, I might have to take you home with me," he said as he took his cock in one hand, his other pushing your thigh up even more, causing you to lie on your back. You whimpered as Changkyun rubbed his cock against your folds, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?" Changkyun began as he slowly thrust himself into you. It took all the strength you had not to let your head fall back so you could watch as your professor's cock disappeared into your hole before reappearing again once you'd had time to adjust to his size.

You bit your lip as Changkyun began speaking again, painting a more detailed picture in your head of what he was talking about. "You'd like it if I took you home and fucked you like the little slut you are," he said, letting his hand rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to feel good but not enough to cause any serious harm.

You nodded in response, letting your body fall back against the desk so you could use your hands to hold your thighs open. "Yes, sir, I'd like that very much." You whined.

Changkyun wasted no time as he snapped his hips into you at a rapid pace, leaning his body against yours so you were eye to eye. The way his body pinned you in place prevented you from arching your back while simultaneously forcing your legs to rest themselves against his shoulders, allowing him to pound deeper into your walls.

You couldn't help the loud moans that came out of your mouth as his tip brutally hit your sweet spot. His hand moved from your throat to slip his fingers into your mouth, muffling any noises that escaped your lips.

"Be quiet, princess; you don't want anyone to catch us now, do you?" He asked, and his question, along with the taste of your slick still on his fingers, caused a whimper to fall from your lips. You shook your head, and the sight of you tasting yourself on Changkyun's fingers caused his dick to twitch inside you.

Only when he thought you were capable of controlling your sounds did he remove his fingers from your mouth, this time gripping at your jaw just as he had done earlier.

"I bet you let all your professors slut you out like this, don't you?" He taunted, angling his hips so every thrust would push the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars each time it was hit. His hand keeping a firm grasp on your chin prevented you from shaking your head in protest; he took this opportunity to spit into your mouth to further humiliate you.

His words and the act of him spitting into your mouth went right to your core, and your walls began to contract around his cock.

"N-No sir! J-Just you—fuck, I'm so close," you moaned, digging your heels into his shoulder blades in attempts to pull him closer. You reached back to grip the edge of the desk, effectively pushing the ungraded papers onto the floor.

"Go ahead, princess, cum on my cock," he panted, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as well. He propped himself up on his hands to give himself more leverage, his thrusts going deeper and harder than they had been previously.

It took a few more harsh thrusts on his end before the coil in your stomach snapped and you were sent over the edge. Your hand clamped itself over your mouth to muffle the wanton moan that escaped your throat as you felt your hole flutter against his cock and your arousal slowly ran down Changkyun's cock. You were positive he would have a stain there afterwards.

The tight grip your walls used to hold Changkyun in was enough for him to fall over the edge, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he finished. He thrust his cum back into you a few times as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts coming to a full stop, and he caught his breath before pulling out. He watched as his cum dripped out of your hole and down the side of his desk.

"Here," Changkyun said, handing you a water bottle as he helped you sit up. You weren't sure when he'd walked away, but he had already cleaned himself and adjusted his pants. You winced as you sat up, taking the water bottle from him.

"Thank you," you said as you opened the bottle, taking a sip. You watched as Changkyun gently wiped you clean with a few tissues he had taken from the box that surprisingly didn't fall.

He tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can beside his desk before he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"I expect you to pick those papers up, and I was serious about taking you back to my place."

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Monsta X Recommendations

I.M

feel better @moonhoures

He Calls You Clingy @blu-joons

‘til death do we part, changkyun @mxnrly

Babe @kimbapuhkidding

chasing love - two @peachoony

“Why can’t I ever get enough of you ?” @crabsxdragons

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” @milfgyuu

Time for a Change @kwanisms

Jealousy @kwanisms

Give it a Chance @kwanisms

Close your eyes and hold out your hands @bebecue

Wrong Number @prettywordsyouleft

Affectionately Attached @jae-bummer

“You’re still here and I already miss you” @crabsxdragons

DATING IM CHANGKYUN @taexual

Minhyuk

Ditto @svtcarat-exo-l

Shownu

a blackout @shownusgfayoooo

Hyungwon

Angel @eternalmx

Unknown Number @heartau

Fuck Away The Pain @seunguwoos

[10:49 p.m] @bearseokie

Friends Don’t Do That @welovekpopscenarios

Kihyun

I Only Hate You A Little- Part 4 @little-chimchim

Cruel Lips @little-chimchim

Borrowed @little-chimchim

Jooheon

Dating Jooheon would include @ultkpp-blog

Ot6/7

When He Carries An Item Specifically For You @blu-joons

When You Feel Lonely @blu-joons

When He Gets Jealous Of Another Guy @blu-joons

When you confess your feelings to them @narika-a

Them crying in their s/o’s arms after a hard day @narika-a

Monsta X as the guy who hits on you in a bookstore @thesnowinthemountains

You wearing their shirt/sweater as pajamas @sugarjaee

Asking to call you baby girl @cho-ji-eun

First Time: Kissing @fymoanstax

Zoey Masterlist @k-llama-llama

Zoey Masterlist P.2 @k-llama-llama

"when I get home you better be on the bed waiting for me" @kpurereactions

Thigh riding @taexual

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taexual · 2 years

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monsta x / fake dating

warning: bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.

requested by @sweeticeream.

↣ shownu

frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)

when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it

why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?

you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes

so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt

and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes

sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company

which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you

it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade

but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year

and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you

there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here

but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”

that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”

you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down

but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”

so, that was that, then

“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”

“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”

yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot

and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?

he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room

or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to

and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that

but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”

and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot

and there it was

the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous

god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though

“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes

he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”

cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”

“oh, that.”

silence

honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now

but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”

oh, well okay, but what does that mean????

your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else

something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear

but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it

so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻‍♀️

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”

so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be

but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk

it was barely there, though!

you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all

but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe

but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??

did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??

alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend

and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him

so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating

your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding

except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him

he’d always use the boyfriend card

“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”

and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣ kihyun

okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating

you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take

he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”

(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)

and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this

until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around

so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer

and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away

you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else

preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you

but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other

you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look

“what the hell happened????”

finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”

you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend

“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying

“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”

“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin

kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you

your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)

and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?

and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”

you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things

one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating

and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion

but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him

and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was

he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager

he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day

“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked

hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office

but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”

and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”

cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager

eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not

but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?

it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people

and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone

and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now

you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager

but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house

and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses

so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”

“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”

“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”

oh, okay, then

now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great

“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”

“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”

hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”

you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast

(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)

“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”

“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly

“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”

quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”

oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself

“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”

he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—

but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣ jooheon

you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar

so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships

“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out

“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”

dumb or not, it worked

finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks

it was a dream come true

and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!

you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”

jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”

funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit

your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times

and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)

nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)

so it was all fun and games

until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time

jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”

but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night

when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised

so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights

“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”

you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier

but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you

“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked

he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”

“for our date,” he explained.

“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”

“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣ i.m

he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)

there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take

and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything

or so he said

you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever

how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!

you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town

their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)

the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments

you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family

it was crushing

you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home

and now you were lying to them

so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives

he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)

“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”

???????

he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else

but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings

“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”

he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head

“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”

you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”

he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”

you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped

swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”

“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”

you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”

he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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Shownu As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Monsta x masterlist here

Son Hyunwoo is a man who will definitely give you his adorable smile every day. You make him happy all the time, and he is grateful to have you in his life. You are very lucky to have him as your boyfriend! Son Hyunwoo is a kind, caring, and loving person. He is always there for you, and he always makes you feel special. He is the type of boyfriend who would do anything for you, and he would never take you for granted. You make Hyunwoo happy because you are always there for him, too. You listen to him when he needs to talk, and you always make him feel loved. You are his best friend, his lover, and his soulmate.

Son Hyunwoo is the type of boyfriend who loves to give you bear hugs. He will do it anytime he wants, but especially when you're feeling sad. He will pull you close and tell you everything will be fine. His bear hugs are warm and comforting, and they always make you feel better. He knows how to make you feel safe and loved, and he always knows how to make you smile.

The type of boyfriend who loves to give you a back hug in the morning. He will sneak up on you while you are cooking breakfast, and he will wrap his arms around you. He will be sleepy and cuddly, and he will cling to you like a koala. You will feel his warm breath on your neck, and you will hear his sleepy murmurs. He will tell you how much he loves you, and he will tell you how lucky he is to have you. You will feel his love and his warmth, and you will know that you are the luckiest girl in the world.

This man is a bit shy about public displays of affection (PDA), so he will only hold your hand in public. But when you are alone, he will cling to you like a koala. He will put his arm around you, rest his head on your shoulder, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He will want to be close to you at all times, and he will make you feel loved and cherished. He will follow you around the house, just so he can be near you. He will sit next to you on the couch, even if there is plenty of other space. He will always want to cuddle, even if it's hot outside. He will never get tired of holding your hand or kissing you. He may be shy about PDA, but he is definitely not shy about his feelings for you. He will show you how much he loves you in every way he can, even if it's just by being close to you. If you can handle his clinginess, then you will have found a man who will love you unconditionally. He will be your best friend, your lover, and your soulmate. He will be the one who makes you feel loved and cherished, no matter what.

He enjoys the idea of you accompanying him while he works out. He finds it motivating to have you there, and he loves seeing the look of admiration on your face when he's lifting weights or running on the treadmill. He also knows that you enjoy seeing how attractive he is when he's working out, and he likes the feeling of being desired by you.

If he wants your attention and you are too busy to give it to him, he will do whatever it takes to get it. He might dance in front of you, sit very close to you, or even pull you into a hug. He won't give up until he has your full attention. He might start by dancing in front of you, hoping to catch your eye. If that doesn't work, he might sit very close to you, invading your personal space. If you still ignore him, he might even pull you into a hug, forcefully demanding your attention. He won't give up until he has you completely focused on him.

He loves to eat, so he'll take you on food adventures all over town. He'll research all the best places to eat, from hole-in-the-wall joints to Michelin-starred restaurants. He'll want to try everything, from the most exotic dishes to the simplest comfort foods. He'll want you to try everything too, so you can experience all the different flavors that the city has to offer. He'll be your personal food tour guide, showing you all the hidden gems that you never would have found on your own. He'll know all the best places to get dumplings, sushi, pizza, tacos, and everything in between. He'll be your biggest fan, cheering you on as you try new foods and expanding your culinary horizons. He'll also be the perfect partner in crime for late-night food runs. When you're craving something sweet or salty, he'll be there to satisfy your cravings. He'll never judge you for your food choices, and he'll always be up for trying something new. With him by your side, you'll never have a bad meal again. You'll discover new foods that you love, and you'll create memories that will last a lifetime.

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omg that reaction was so cute could you do more husband! mx reactions when you have time in the future 🥹 god bless whoever requested that my heart is so fullll

Husband!Monsta X Scenarios (requested)

Genre: establish relationship

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k

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Shownu:

The clock hit midnight the second the front door clicked shut. As if his body knew, the exhaustion no longer hit in waves, but this time it was full force and at an ugly rate. He knew it was only a matter of time before he crashed.

His shoes were off in seconds, joining the rest of the shoes that were lined up. His next quest was to go to the bedroom for some much needed rest. The moment the living room was in view, his eyes found his wife’s sleeping figure.

The blanket was halfway to the floor and the pillow she had laid her head on was about to follow suit. His smile was sleepy as he took no longer than a second to reach her.

He knew the mess on the coffee table was a quick fix, but wanting to go to bed and have his wife with him seemed like a better priority. Fixing the pillow so her head was now underneath it, his next move was to squeeze on the couch with her, hoping to get a good night's rest.

“Hyunwoo?” His wife’s voice was soft as it met the silent air. He felt her move around in his arms, seemingly confused as she tried to wake up and adjust to everything.

“I’m here, you can rest now.” Hyunwoo’s voice was soft as he whispered to his wife. One eye was propped open to see her faint moonlit smile, prompting him to smile as well.

“Do you want to move to the bed? It might be more comfortable."

Though her offer seemed tempting, Hyunwoo knew that he had picked his poison the moment he laid on the couch with her.

“No, let’s have a sleepover out here.”

Minhyuk:

Rather than being greeted with a kiss and a “Welcome home, love”, Y/N was greeted with the strong smell of fresh paint and the humming of her lover, Minhyuk.

Her brows raised in slight confusion the more she inched into their new home. The once beautiful spruce wooden floor was now covered in a clear tarp that seemed to fall victim to the wet paint.

Y/N knew the song Minhyuk was humming. A catchy American oldy by Elvis. Even though their wedding was fresh, Y/N noticed how Minhyuk held onto every little detail from the wedding as long as possible. The song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love” was the song they chose to have their first dance together to, and if Minhyuk didn’t cry when he first saw her walking down the aisle, he certainly did when they had their first dance.

“I thought you were going to wait for me.” She felt bad for laughing the moment Minhyuk jumped in fear. Wild eyes met her own, his frown was soon replaced with a joyous smile.

“You can still join.” Minhyuk’s eyes held a spark of hope as he spoke, “I didn’t get much done, anyways.”

Moving deeper into the apartment, Minhyuk’s free hand was immediately held out for her own, desperately wanting her touch. Her fingers met his and he pulled her close, his lips meeting her cheek without a second thought.

“You know, I don’t think I would’ve done this with anyone else.” Minhyuk’s sentence caused her to raise a brow, her attention now fully on him.

“I sure fucking hope not, Lee Minhyuk.”

Kihyun:

It was the smell of earthy warmth - nutty, rich, with a hint of sour components and the same heaviness - that woke Y/N up from her deep sleep. Sitting up, she blinked against the harsh morning light, trying to think of what was being made.

Coffee.

Sitting up, her eyes glanced around the room, then drifted down to her lap. She noticed almost right away the lack of clothing. A soft blush formed on her face as the memories of last night came crashing down. The night was still fresh on her mind. A new home to make many memories in.

She stood up, quickly noticing how the cool air ate away at her skin. Looking around the room, her eyes landed on a stray white button-up shirt throwing it on as she ventured outside for the first time that morning.

The smell of coffee had her hooked as she made her way out of the room and down the hall. The new apartment felt almost foreign to her. Each inch of the apartment waiting to be a part of a new story.

“There you are.” Her voice was soft as she padded her way closer to him. “And he cooks? I think I married well.”

His chuckle was light as he heard her joking tone. Turning to glance at her, he shot her his own sleepy morning smile. Placing a quick peck on his cheek, she turned her attention to her awaiting coffee cup, the steam telling her it was just made.

“Good morning to you, as well. Breakfast will be done soon.” Kihyun hummed as she glanced at him. His smile was never fading even for this time of morning. “Your mom swung by earlier.”

This caused her to turn to him with a raised brow. It hadn’t been long since they returned from Jeju island and her mother was already coming around?

“What did she want?”

“She made us the cookies we like so much.”

This caused Y/N to slightly roll her eyes. She knew her mother a bit too well, and whether Kihyun was turning a blind eye to her mother's actions or not, she wouldn’t know.

“The cookies you like, Kihyun. You have my mother wrapped around your finger. I swear I don’t know how you exactly do it.”

“Does it matter as long as I do it for you?”

“I guess you make a good point.”

Hyungwon:

The bright smile Y/N held was undeniably adorable. Like a kid on Christmas morning, the smile lit up her eyes and he watched her look over the almost crowded hotel room. Her mouth was parted slightly in a mix of shock and happiness.

It had taken him almost four hours to make something as simple as a blanket fort.

Four hours of hoping she would be distracted long enough that he could fulfill this unspoken promise to her, so she could relive such a massive childhood event. He watched as she turned to him in excitement, her mouth opening and closing as she wasn’t sure of what to say.

“Hyungwon…” She finally spoke, tears brimming her eyes as she took another look at the pillow fort. “Did you do this?”

Hyungwon’s proud smile was massive as he nodded. He wasn’t going to deny he put so much effort into this for her.

“Go look inside.”

Listening to his words, she moved towards the parted blanket, glancing inside. Hyungwon watched as she looked around, her smile never leaving, even as her eyes fell on the pile of snacks right next to his dimmed laptop.

He was thrown off guard the second she threw her body at him, the both of them falling on the carpeted ground.

“I don’t deserve you.” She whispered, holding him close.

“Anything for my beautiful wife. We’ll ditch our dinner reservations for some pizza and soda. How’s that?”

“God, you read my mind.”

Jooheon:

“I understand that, but can’t we move the meeting until next Wednesday? I just got home from my honeymoon and I feel like jumping into meetings is just too much.”

The bubbling frustration mixed with her words well. It wasn’t even a day of being home before she was hounded with news of upcoming meetings and proposals. Her eyes found her lover's, who sat on the couch watching her where she stood.

The words of her assistant pulled her back to reality. Turning her attention away from her curious husband, her focus was now on the call. Just for a moment, she just wished someone could understand her situation.

It was just too soon.

Before the frustration became too much, a pair of arms that wrapped around her body were her saving grace. Glancing over at her other half, she watched as he placed his head on her shoulder.

“Is everything ok?” He whispered softly as his fingers softly massaged her skin.

“Work.” She whispered, trying to pay attention to her assistant.

At her answer, Jooheon’s face scrunched up in disappointment. His eyes snapped towards her phone and before she knew it her phone was in his hands.

“I think you should listen to her. We just got back from our honeymoon and she’s exhausted. Tomorrow is too soon for her to be worried about meetings. That’s all.”

Her eyes were wide as she watched him hang up with a triumphant smile. Turning to her with his dimpled smile forced a smile of her own.

“You didn’t need to do that, Joo…”

“I did,” He spoke, his arms reaching out to pull her close. “We just got back from the first seven days of the rest of our lives. Work can wait for another two.”

Changkyun:

It was roughly nine in the morning when the birds outside woke Changkyun up with their morning song. Turning on his side, Changkyun’s breath was caught in his throat at the sight of his wife. The morning sun allowed enough light to peek through the semi-parted curtains and onto her sleeping form.

The distance between their bodies was next to nothing, but he didn’t care. A smile slowly grew on his face as he reached out to brush the stray strands of hair from her face. Almost unbothered by such actions, he watched as his wife slowly smiled in her sleep.

Just two weeks ago, she gave him her love for the rest of their lives. Just one week ago, he was mesmerized by her smile while they walked around her dream vacation. Just this morning, he was taken aback by her beauty.

His fingers stilled at her slight movement, his breath once again caught in his throat, fearing that he had woken her up.

“Good morning, Mr. Im.” Her voice was soft as her e/c eyes finally opened to meet his own. She was greeted with his soft, love-filled smile.

“Good morning, Mrs. Im. I… I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Her answer was a tired head shake. He watched as she snuggled deeper into the white fluffy pillow, her tired smile never fading, “You didn’t wake me, baby. Your soft touch would’ve kept me in my sleep if I wasn’t so excited to spend another day with you.”

Wonho:

Hoseok remembered the first time he met Y/N. It was cliché. A simple accidental bump in and her apologizing profusely for such an accident. What surprised him the most was how she didn’t recognize him. To her he was a simple man amongst the sea of others.

He remembered how fast his heart raced as she gave him a smile. How he couldn’t allow her to leave in fear he’d never see her again. So, with a huff of courage, he asked for her number. He remembered how surprised she was, but regardless she gave it to him.

He remembered the courage he had built up for their first date. How well their first date went. He could remember each detail perfectly. How beautiful she looked under the moonlight and how her attention was simply on his.

Five beautiful years and he finally had the courage to ask her to be his wife.

He remembers each detail about their wedding night. How he didn’t care how stupid he looked if he cried as she walked down the isle. How her beauty was incomparable to anyone he has ever met. How she was his.

“I’m so happy with you, Mrs. Lee.” Hoseok whispered the moment he was able to wrap his arms around his wife.

Her giggles were like music to his ears. His favorite song in all of the world.

“And I’m so happy with you, Mr. Lee.”

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spacequokka · 2 years

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RM1506: Production Mgmt

Pairing: professor!Jooheon x student!Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get you alone for weeks. You’re always with your friends, always where someone might see. But not today. Not this time.” Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: I have no shame, dirty talk (my signature at this point), spanking, pet name, unquenchable thirst, unprotected sex, creampie

This is my second entry for The Faculty, a Monsta X professor au series with @iibonniee who also made this gorgeous banner. If you like this series, please fill her inbox with love! I recommend Dangerous Woman for reading.

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj

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Lee Jooheon was the kind of man who inspired people. Whether it was to graduate, create the best web series, or figure out a way to climb his tall ass, he was simply inspirational. You’d been trying to figure out how to do that last one for three years now. When you first saw him freshman year, you were done for. Sure, he was a teacher, and you weren’t in any of his classes. But your friends were, and you admittedly abused that. Over the years, Professor Lee came to know you as “that brat” sneaking into his lectures with her friends. The one who’d pout but was at least obedient when asked to leave. You liked to believe that since he hadn’t reported you, he somewhat tolerated your shenanigans.

He never complained about the way you often watched him walk by in the hallways or how you’d wink when you caught him watching you. You didn’t want to assume the attraction was mutual, though. It was entirely possible he was brainstorming ways to dump your body in the woods without getting caught. Didn’t mean you couldn’t keep dreaming and wishing for a miracle.

Classes for the day had long since ended. You’d just finished with a small errand for a different Professor Lee when you heard something…off. Something that you don’t usually hear in an academic setting. Muffled moans. You looked around and confirmed the hall was empty. The math building tended to empty out fast after the evening classes. Was someone ducked off somewhere watching porn? Why the fuck would someone want to watch porn in the math building? The music building was a million times better. Soundproof with more space between classrooms.

Curse you for being nosy.

You weren’t in a rush to go to your dorm room, so you figured you might as well see what was up. Channeling your best Black Widow stealth mode, you tiptoed down the hall, listening intently as the sounds got louder. Someone was about to get a heart attack.

The volume of the moans varied, but you found the door. Room 1526. You held your breath as you listened. Heavy breathing mixed with gasps and whines. Damn, someone was really getting it. Then the oddest thing happened. Screeches of metal across the floor. You heard it all the time when classes ended from people getting up from their desks. The flooring in the buildings wasn’t the best, and the heavy desks made it known. So then…this wasn’t a video. Someone was actually fucking in the Calculus classroom.

Oh, shi—

A large hand covered your mouth, and you were hauled back off your feet. You squealed and flailed, doing everything you could think of to throw the strong motherfucker off. You got in a few jabs with your elbow before you heard “Ow! Will you calm down?”

You knew that anime protagonist voice anywhere. “Professor Joo?” You asked, though your voice was muffled, and stopped swinging.

A door opened and then you were in a dimly lit closet with your back pressed up against a wall. “Ah, fuck. My ribs.” Judging by the scented powder wafting off him, you confirmed it was the Object of your Obsessive Horniness, the Production Management professor. And you’d hurt him. Well, shit.

“I’m so sorry—” You started, but he cut you off with a finger to your lips.

Somewhere nearby a door, presumably the porn room, opened followed by faint whispers. You weren’t dumb. You knew he was very close with Professor Im and it was clear as fuck he was trying to protect his friend as much as he could. Sweet, really, but you had zero interest in whoever was getting fucked in that classroom when you had him pressed up against you like this. While he focused on the hallway, you let the situation sink in. Dark small space with Professor Dimples close enough to taste. You shifted against him, maneuvering so that his thigh slotted neatly between your legs to keep his balance.

“He’s taking forever,” he hissed. Agreed, but you weren’t complaining. You settled your hands on his hips, savoring the feel of his slacks under your fingertips. He didn’t react to your touch, so you explored a little more. His shirt was tucked into his pants, but you wanted to feel his skin. The second he felt you tugging on his shirt, he stiffened and turned his head so that his cheek was against yours. “Now isn’t the time, _____.”

Your face scrunched up with a smile. “You know my name?”

“I know a lot more than just your name.” His free hand moved to your hip as he continued to whisper in your ear. “I know you’re a music major with a talent for recording. That you’d like to work with me at least once before you graduate. You’re actually an excellent student when I’m not involved. Kihyun has nothing but good things to say about you. But,” he took a deep breath and released it on a shudder when you worked the shirt free, “you’re so fucking dense.”

“Hey!” You started to protest, but he covered your mouth with his hand.

“Quiet,” he begged with a slight whine. He stopped to listen again and when the silence continued beyond your little bubble, he took his hand away. “How else do you explain being hellbent on fucking me without realizing how I feel?”

You blinked at the shadowy outline of his face. “Um, what now?”

He pressed closer, bracing himself on one arm on the wall near your head. “I’ve never had anyone so determined to get with me. And be so vocal about it, too. You don’t pay attention to your surroundings. You don’t care who hears you whine about me not dicking you down.” He chuckled. “Even the Dean’s making fun of how bad you got it for me.”

“That’s…unfortunate. If I make you uncomfortable, you know you only have to say so.” You removed your hands and held them up. “You never said anything—”

“Oh, sweetness. That’s because I love it.” He squeezed your hip and pulled you against him as he pressed his thigh up against your core. You gasped as the sudden contact sent a jolt through you that left you chest to chest with him, hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to get you alone for weeks. You’re always with your friends, always where someone might see. But not today. Not this time.” His fingertips brushed along your jaw, then you felt his lips graze yours. “You haven’t even figured out we go to the same club every Saturday.”

You stopped chasing his lips. “What?”

“What?” He mimicked, sounding more like a parrot than a human. “Yeah, we do. You make me watch you get drunk and practically fuck whoever dances with you right there on the floor. But I gotta know something. Why don’t you ever take anyone home?” He spoke the words against your lips as his hands traveled down your body to the back pockets of your jeans where he slipped his fingers in. “Hm? Knowing you’re so eager to get fucked and cum, why don’t you let someone give you the release you crave?”

“Because they’re not you.” No need to even hesitate. “Why would I settle for subpar sex when I can do an excellent job with my vibrator and memories of the way you bite your lip when you’re waiting for me to leave your class? I may seem desperate, but really I’m just you-sexual. Joosexual, if you will. I want more than just sex. I want the experience.”

His answer was a deep, throaty moan that bordered on a growl. “Fuck, _____. Can I have you? Can I give you what you’re dying for?”

“Please.” You moaned, pressing down on his thigh with a needy cry. He pulled his hands out of your pockets and grabbed your ass with both hands, encouraging you to rut against him while pressing kisses to your jaw.

“Do you dream about doing this? Because I do.” He caught your earlobe with his lips and nipped it. “I’ve always wanted to feel your pussy on my thigh through these ass-hugging jeans you’re so fond of. Who do you wear them for, sweetness? Who do you want fantasizing about this,” he smacked the side of your thigh, “juicy ass?”

You bit your lip. “No one but you. I like making you look at me. Makes me feel sexy.”

“Does it now. C’mere.” His lips captured yours in a kiss that made you both go up in flames, making every contact of skin leave searing heat in its wake. It was all-consuming, stealing your breath and pride, leaving you gasping for air by the time he let you go.

“Turn around,” he ordered as he backed away.

“But I want you down my throat.” You resisted his insistent hands trying to turn you around with a pout.

“Next time, sweetness. I promise. Not here though.” You gave in only because of the reassurance there’d be more to come. See? You weren’t always a brat. “Good girl.” He pulled you against his chest and got to work unbuttoning your jeans and working them down your legs, along with your panties. He grabbed your hips and gently pressed into your back with his thumbs as he angled you towards the wall. “Hands up.”

The second you were in the desired position, one of his hands disappeared for a few seconds as messy slurping filled the room. You shivered in anticipation and were rewarded with his wet fingers gliding through your lower lips. “Oh, god.”

“Mmm, no sweetness. I wanna hear my name.” He smacked your ass. “Lemme hear you say it.”

You were losing your shit. He could ask for the moon and you’d scramble to figure out a way to get it for him. “Jooheon.”

“Mm, yeah.” He rewarded you with a finger, stroking your wet walls. “Music to my ears.”

“Please, Jooheon.” You trembled, just barely able to keep standing. “Fuck me already. Fill me up.”

“Can’t say no when you look so sexy for me.” His hands left your body, followed by the clink of his belt and his pants unzipping. “Where’s the condom you keep on you?”

Your jaw dropped. “How’d you—”

“I told you already. You don’t care who hears you talk about me.” He groaned when his dick brushed against the curve of your ass. “Shit. Give it to me or I’m going in raw.”

“Ooh, fuck. Are you serious? Because I’m on the pill and I swear I’m clean—” Your mouth clamped shut when the fat head of his cock pressed against your entrance. You pushed back on him and your pussy sucked him right in, making you both moan.

He buried his face in your neck as he covered your mouth with his hand. “Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So tight. Ah.” He wrapped his other arm around your waist and held you steady. You still had six more inches to take. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

You heard him, but just barely. Your sanity was slipping away as he continued to push inside, moaning softly in your ear each time you clenched and made it harder for him to ease inside. You’d heard stories of people cumming just from putting it in, but always dismissed it as an exaggeration. They must have had insane sexual tension and months of celibacy because it felt like a possibility right there in Jooheon’s arms. You reached back with both hands and palmed his thighs before squeezing them. You’d waited long enough for him to ruin you.

With a steadying breath, you thrust back on him, forcing the rest of his dick in. He shivered and held you tightly as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. “G-gimme a second, sweetness. I can feel your fucking heartbeat on my dick. That’s so fucking hot. Like a hummingbird.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Only he could still manage to be cute while stuffing you with his cock. You granted him a chance to adjust and calm down as you enjoyed the way his hands caressed you from your breasts down to your thighs and back. Up and down, over and over, as his dick gradually stopped twitching. When he wrapped his arms around you again, you decided you’d waited long enough. You reached back and held his neck with one hand as you pulled your hips away.

“No. What are you—” The words died in his throat when you tugged on his leg while pushing back on his dick, creating a single clap of skin. He didn’t protest when you immediately pulled away to do it again, determined to fuck yourself if you had to. Jooheon straightened up and grabbed your hips. “Knew you wouldn’t let me just enjoy the feel of this delicious pussy wrapped around my dick for long.” He snapped his hips, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall. “So eager and needy. Always tempting me.” His hand cupped the front of your throat but didn’t apply any pressure. “Now I can finally fuck you stupid.”

Each thrust left you speechless as he went deeper than anyone you’ve had before, stretching you as he circled his hips, searching for that spot. It was pointless to try to keep it down when he eventually brushed against it and left you crying out.

“There we go.” He moaned as you got tighter. “Come here, sweetness.” He bent over and molded his body against your back as he fucked into you harder, faster. “Touch yourself for me. Be my DJ.”

He guided your hand down to your pussy and pressed your fingers against your clit. Each swirl of your finger around your clit brought you closer to orgasm as he pounded away. “I’m, I’m almost there.”

“I can feel it.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he jack hammered into you. “I am too. I am—ah, fuck—right there. So close. So close.” You held onto his arm and met his thrusts, throwing it back so hard his hips stuttered. He came first with a low whine as his strokes slowed down but were longer. Being held tightly while feeling his dick twitch deep inside you was nirvana. His lips brushed the shell of your ear and he said, “Cum for me, sweetness.”

Euphoria washed over you from your head to your toes as you fulfilled your ultimate fantasy: creaming on Professor Lee’s fat dick. Knowing it was him, that you’d finally gotten a taste of him, left you light-headed as your legs threatened to give out on you. You didn’t realize you were chanting his name in between strings of gibberish as he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder.

“Shit, _____.” He gave you a little squeeze. “The best I’ve ever had.”

You laughed, breathless and beyond satisfied with how your body buzzed. “You don’t have to keep up the act. I’m sure Professor Im is long gone. I won’t tell anyone what I heard.”

“Hm?” He sighed blissfully, then shook his head. “What act? I couldn’t fake a nut that good even with years of drama classes.”

“You knew someone was fucking in his class, right? That’s why you pulled me into the closet.” You tried to look at him over your shoulder. “Wasn’t this just to distract me?”

Your eyes met as his widened. “I didn’t hear anything. I had Minhyuk send you on an errand after his class so I could get you away from your little friends.” His eyes darted all over your face. “I was telling you to be quiet so we wouldn’t get caught.”

Oh.

Ohhhh.

“Either way, he should be gone by now.” Jooheon smiled before planting a kiss on your lips. “You hungry? We can grab dinner on the way back to my place.”

“Really?”

“Of course. When I said next time, I meant it. Today.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND MONSTA X A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Jooheon

A ⇴ ATTENTION

When you were with Jooheon, his attention was always on you. He listened attentively to every word that you said, even if you were talking nonsense then he would still keep his eyes on you and listen in.

B ⇴ BICKER

You both could be pretty childish and petty with one another if you wanted to be. Jooheon especially could bicker; he would talk and talk and talk often leaving you struggling to get a word in when the two of you did bicker as he drowned you out and made sure that his opinions were heard over yours.

C ⇴ COMFORT

For all the times that he wanted to make you laugh, Jooheon knew when to stop joking around and be there for you. He could be very serious when he knew that something was upsetting you, and if it was someone that was upsetting you then he would definitely offer to put them in their place if that was what you wanted him to do.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

The two of you didn’t tend to disagree with each other too often, most of the time when you started arguing one of you would end up saying something funny and calm the two of you down once again. Jooheon especially could tell whenever he was beginning to wind you up and so he would change his approach and try and be more understanding of you as there was nothing worse for him than falling out with you.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You both took a shine to each other almost as soon as you met, conversation seemed to flow between the two of you in an instant with the two of you feeling very relaxed around one another. Jooheon was incredibly good at picking up conversation as soon as it began to fall flat between the two of you so that you continued to talk to him and get to know more about him so that your friendship.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Jooheon’s family were very welcoming of you from the first moment that they met you, they’d listened to Jooheon talk about you enough to know that you were someone that they would get on with. If anything, you exceeded all expectations when you met them though, more than happy to tell them about yourself, share some stories about Jooheon and get stuck in with all of the things that they did together as a family.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

You never shied away from being seen out in public together, neither of you really cared what others had to say about your friendship. If fans were rude to you, Jooheon would always have your back, just wanting to enjoy some time out with his best friend like most of the other people who were around you were doing too.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of mocking each other without even realising that you were doing it sometimes too. You both knew each other’s mannerisms inside out and often used them against one another when you were messing around and trying to get some sort of reaction out of the other person.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Having inside jokes was inevitable between the two of you with how often Jooheon struggled to bite his tongue. He was often engaging mouth before brain and leaving you in hysterics at the things that he came out with which had you making sure that you remembered as many as possible to reflect back on.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It wasn’t that Jooheon was ever jealous about the other people that you considered friends; he was just very wary of them. There were a few people in your friendship group that he absolutely trusted, but there were also a few that he felt that he needed to keep a close eye on. All he wanted was for you to surround yourself with good people who took good care of you, even if that person wasn’t always him.

K ⇴ KICKS

Jooheon got a kick out of winding you up quite a lot of the time, he knew the perfect way to get a reaction out of you, no matter how stubborn you were. Particularly if you were in a strop with him, Jooheon loved when he was able to leave you no choice but to crack a smile because he was making you laugh so much.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved the fact that you supported him all the time, but most of all, Jooheon loved supporting you too and watching you do well and succeed at as much as possible. He knew that at times you doubted yourself and that you compared yourself to his successes too, but Jooheon was always your biggest cheerleader and gave you plenty of confidence that you could do whatever you put your mind to.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you found yourselves in a café together, with you working, and Jooheon relaxing. Your tables were next to each other, and as you sat and worked on your laptop, the nosy side of Jooheon couldn’t help but ask you about what you were working on with intrigue getting the better of him.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

Together, the two of you loved to just mess around with one another and relax. You were well known for how stupid you could be when you were together, with no one really knowing what either of you were thinking.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jooheon was obsessed with how well you took care of him. He absolutely knew that you would always be there for him and that he could rely on you with any problem that he had to help him through it.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Jooheon were the ones when the two of you went out and did something fun. He loved doing normal things with you, he didn’t care if he was spotted with you or if rumours started to spread about the two of you being together, he just loved exploring with you by his side.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He often worried about how you were, that was Jooheon’s most important thing. Every single day he made sure to ask you what was going on and if something was on your mind, he’d make you open up to him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Your friendship was the inspiration behind many of Jooheon’s raps, when he thought of you and the way that you made him feel it made it pretty easy for him to put pen to paper. Even if others didn’t always know it, he would rap knowing that there was only ever one person who had given him the idea to get it done.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

You were a big fan of the group anyway but having your best friend in the group definitely made you support them even more. Jooheon loved how much of a fan you were of them, how you knew the routines and the lyrics to just about every single song so when he saw you in the crowd, you were always singing along.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Pretty much anytime that the two of you went to visit one of your families, the other tagged along. You were incredibly welcomed by Jooheon’s family, and your family always loved it when he stopped by with you too.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

He felt incredibly lucky to have you as his best friend, Jooheon never took your friendship for granted and the things you did for him.

V ⇴ VISITS

There would always be a shy smile on his face whenever you visited him at the studio unexpectedly. He hated how you always managed to surprise him and pick him up when he needed a little boost whilst there.

W ⇴ WISDOM

One of the things that Jooheon never failed to do was make you laugh with the silly advice that he often gave to you to help you out.

X ⇴ XXXX

He was affectionate around most people, but Jooheon was particularly affectionate with you. He never shied away from you; he often kissed the top of your head too when he was overly excited about something.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his childhood; he had spent several years glued to your side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Quite often Jooheon would invite himself round to stay at your place before even asking you if he could. Jooheon was always full of confidence that you would never be able to say no to him when he stopped by.

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mymoodwriting · 4 months

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F!Reader x Hyungwon

Genre: Yandere AU

Warning: Manipulation, Electrocution, Yandere

Words: 2.2K

Chapter Thirteen

(Prev//Next)

Prompt: NexGen is the leading company for all of humanities technological advances. Their recent project involves creating a higher functioning AI, one with basic knowledge of the world, and programmed to learn. It’s no surprise the project is a secret from the general public, and you, the company’s head programmer, were chosen to be the AI’s teacher. You wish you could reject the assignment, but the decision was made. Now with an AI at home things were different. Although it might not be such a bad thing, perhaps you could learn and help each other out, for better or for worse.

(@starillusion13)

“Hyungwon, please listen to me.”

“You don’t need to worry.” Hyungwon took your hands in his. “I’m perfectly fine, everything is okay.”

“This isn’t right. You were not created to resolve all humanities mistakes, but to help people.”

“I am. I just intend to do so on a global scale.”

“And what if people don’t want the type of help you’re offering?”

“In order for this to work everyone has to be on board.”

“They won’t be. People are different, there’s not one thing everyone agrees on. You can’t force something like this on them. There will be resistance, and what if people get hurt?”

“I understand that can’t be avoided, but I will minimize the injuries.”

“Hyungwon! Do you hear yourself? You can’t hurt people, that’s not-”

“What I was made for? Is that it?”

“Hyungwon…”

“You say I was created to help people, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Not like this.”

“I may be an amalgamation of your code, but you did not create me. You don’t need to feel any guilt or responsibility towards my actions.”

“But I’m the one here with you now. Hyungwon, I’m worried about you.”

“It’s okay, everything will work out.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“To a degree I can.”

“Hyungwon-”

You were interrupted as you heard the door open, Minhyuk coming in. For a moment you thought to ask for help, but then you remembered he was just another android like Hyungwon, he was never on your side.

“What’s going on down at the station?” Hyungwon asked.

“They’re still investigating Changkyun, although there might be a slight issue.”

“Explain.”

“He told the officers about the AI.”

“Hm… what were the reactions?”

“Office Lee doesn’t seem to trust him, and Shownu will make sure to keep him from investigating further.”

“That’s good, but we might need to move things along. Where are we for the next phase?”

“Ready. I can bring them over so we can set them up.”

“Let’s do that.”

“Hyungwon, what are you-”

You made an attempt to stand, to question this whole conversation, but an electrical shock from Chae knocked you back down onto the couch. Hyungwon came over to check on you, grabbing your face.

“Easy, don’t hurt yourself.”

“Just stop… please…”

“I know you’re nervous, but I’ll rectify that, okay.”

Hyungwon reached into his pocket to pull out some earbuds. You didn’t really know what happened, but you knew you always lost time when you had those on. You tried to struggle but he got them in place. Then a soothing melody was relaxing you. Your vision got blurry, followed by a tingle in your head, and then you passed out. You had no idea for how long you were out, but when you woke up you were lying down on the couch. You sat up, grabbing your head as you still felt dizzy. You didn’t see Hyungwon around, but soon enough an orb flew into your field of vision. Its lights were flashing all kinds of colors. You still felt Chae around your head, so you were all the more confused.

“What… what is this…”

“You’re up.” Hyungwon noticed. “How do you feel?”

“Where did you get this orb?”

“Ah, Minhyuk designed it and I programmed it with my code. Just as intended, they are designed to learn and grow while keeping their true purpose in mind.”

“Which is…”

“You know. It’s what I’m trying to get you to understand.”

“No, your idea…”

“It’s a paradise.” Hyungwon explained. “That is what I am trying to create for everyone.”

“It won’t work…”

“Sh. You still need to rest. Let’s get you to bed.”

Hyungwon picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom, setting you down and tucking you in. You tried to hold him back, but you barely had any strength to keep your eyes open. You could vaguely make out a smile on Hyungwon’s face before he leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“Sweet dreams.”

♥♥♥♥♥

When you woke up later you could hear the soft hum of a car. As you opened your eyes and regained your senses you could see that you were in the back of a car. Hyungwon sat next to you, looking over some papers while Minhyuk drove. You noticed a suitcase at Hyungwon’s feet and caught a glimpse of yourself in the window. Instead of a crown around your head Chae had changed forms again, becoming a necklace wrapped around your throat. You reach up to it, only for your hand to start shaking. Hyungwon reached over and grabbed your arm, the shaking stopping in that moment.

“Hyungwon, where are we going?”

“Don’t try to remove the necklace. I’d had to lose my connection to you.”

“Hyungwon-”

“We’re going to a familiar place. You’ll see.”

You knew you wouldn’t get much more of an answer, so you’d just have to wait. It pained you to see the world outside the window. All these people just going about their lives with no idea of what was to come. Not like you had any idea either. If you could roll down the window and scream for help, or jump out of the car, you would, but the reality was that those actions would get you nowhere. Surely Hyungwon had contingencies in place for any rash action you might take. So there was no choice but to behave. Although your eyes went wide when the car came to a stop.

“NexGen… why are we here?”

“I need the right people on my side.”

Hyungwon got out of the car with his suitcase, going around to open your door. That’s when you finally noticed you were in different clothes, throwing a glare at Hyungwon. He merely smiled and took your hand, leading you inside the building. You expected to go up to the front desk, but instead Hyungwon went straight for the elevators. None of the security devices got in his way, simply making way for him as if he had access. Then again, at this point he surely did. When you got into the elevator it took you up to your old work floor.

If you could get up there then it meant you had clearance. That’s why no one questioned either of you when you arrived. So you continued with Hyungwon, going over to the conference room. Without knocking Hyungwon just let himself in, interrupting the whole thing. Immediately people began to question him, and then things got more confusing when some began to recognize you. Before anyone got the chance to call security Hyungwon opened up the suitcase. A bunch of orbs floated out and attached themselves to everyone in the room, turning into bracelets.

“There’s no need to panic.” Hyungwon explained. “I come with a gift. The future of AI.”

“What?”

“You’re overlooking the potential you have created. Now, you might be wondering what your ex-employee is doing here, but they’re the proof you need. You see, I got close to y/n and stumbled upon the interesting little orb that was around her. It learned, and it did so well to look after her.”

Hyungwon turned off the lights and turned on the projector. He displayed the security footage from your home, showing all the things Chae did with you in the house. He’d be your wake up call, help you cook, make sure you were maintaining your health, and so much more. You could only stare at all this with wide eyes, still not sure what Hyungwon was planning here.

“It seems your technology is more advanced than you thought. The orbs, well, bracelets, you have with you are programmed with the same code. They will learn from you, and help you in your daily lives. Why not give them a shot and see just how much your life can improve. From there you’d surely agree everyone should have their own AI helper, and they’d pay a pretty price for it too.”

At that moment security came into the room, although neither you or Hyungwon were detained as the boss told them to wait.

“What’s your name?”

“Hyungwon.”

“So, you discovered such a thing, and instead of selling this yourself you came to NexGen, may I ask why?”

“The answer is obvious. NexGen is innovation, and the future of humanity. If anyone can understand my goals, it’s you. I have no problem going to a competitor if you don’t agree.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We can give this idea of yours a test run. Although I am curious, how do you feel about all this y/n?”

None of the attention had been on you, but now everyone’s eyes looked in your direction. Hyungwon gave you a soft smile. You had no voice before that moment but the words flowed out with ease.

“It’s incredible. A function we didn’t see before. It only really came to light when looking back on everything Chae had done for me.”

“Chae?”

“It’s what I named the AI. He was placed with me to help me finish my project, but along the way he helped me with my daily life as well. Moreso after the accident. He was always attentive, aware of things I wasn’t, or possibly wasn’t even capable of knowing. I would say he helped make my life easier, and gave me confidence to be myself. This may not have been the original idea behind Chae’s creation, but it’s far greater.”

“I see… I guess we’ll be in touch.”

“Of course. Let me know when you’re ready to talk.”

Hyungwon grabbed the empty suitcase and set down a card. He took your hand and led you out, the two of you leaving in silence. At no point during that whole ordeal could you find your voice, yet when you were asked to speak you did. Not only that, the words you spoke felt so natural. It was true, Chae had helped you a lot, but you wouldn’t have said such things to help Hyungwon out. Yet that’s exactly what you did.

“What just happened back there…”

“Thanks for your help.”

“No… no I didn’t… what did you do to me!”

“I told you I wanted you to understand-”

“No, no, this isn’t it. You did something to me. I never would have said that… you’ve messed with my head and… that’s what you’re gonna do…”

“Hm?”

“Everyone in that conference room has their own AI made with your code… you’re gonna manipulate them and brainwash them to get what you want!”

“I wouldn’t use such terms.”

“Right, you said you were a programmer, and that’s all humans are to you, machines to reprogram so you get what you want. What exactly is that? What do you get out of this?”

“You. That’s all that matters here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. It’s difficult for you to see things the way I do, but you’ll thank me in the end.”

“Hyungwon, please just-”

You yelled as you were shocked, stumbling and falling into Hyungwon’s arms. You were down in the garage and you felt as the necklace morphed and became a crown around your head. You felt a tingle as some minor shocks were sent to your head. It was becoming hard to keep your eyes open but you fought through it.

“Hyungwon…”

“Sh, please, don’t fight me.”

“If you keep doing this… I’ll never be on your side…”

“That’s not true. You know me, you trust me, we’ll be okay. In a few days, things will be in place.”

Minhyuk pulled up with the car, and Hyungwon got you into the backseat. When he got into the car by your side he told Minhyuk to drive. You found yourself staring out the window again, unable to run away.

“How did it go?”

“Everything is in place.” Hyungwon said. “I need you to update the orbs in the office. The sooner the better. Everyone has to be on board.”

“I’ll get to that once we return home.”

Overhearing the conversation, you could only wonder how the world was going to change. NexGen was a huge corporation, and their reach practically extended across the globe. All he needed was a few powerful people in his pocket and it would be over. You couldn’t stop him, and the horrible realization brought a smile to your face. It was getting hard to tell what side you were on. The line was already blurred, and soon enough it would disappear. All these positive feelings freaked you out. They were not your own, yet they were. It felt like Hyungwon was overriding your personality, little by little. You started breathing heavily and Hyungwon took your hand, getting you to look at him.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths, you’re okay. I know things must be scary now, but it’s going to be alright. There will only be happy things to come.”

Hyungwon gently caressed your face, slowly soothing you and calming your heart. Everything he said was true, and you knew that. He’d make it all a reality and there was nothing you could do to stop him. You’d end up forgetting all of this pain and confusion. It was a terrifying realization, and in a strange way it brought peace too.

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lubbuub · 7 months

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Can I request some 2 am backseat sex with kyun? Thanks in advance 😘

2:00AM

a drive around the city, later had you parked and laid out in the backseat getting drilled balls deep. the windows fogged up with your beautiful handprints painted around it, the smell of sex and heat fill up the car as you overcome your third orgasm.

"cum for me again."

a warm sting hit your face feeling him slap you across the face, following with him choking the shit out of you. "I said cum you slut" the degrading words had you in heat, feeling the build up in your stomach.

you wrapped your legs around him as you rode out your high, soaking his shaft in your juices. his eyes shifted down to your pussy, listening to the sloppy wet sounds coming from it. "i better be the only one making you this wet, you understand me." you nodded your head in response, starring into those dark eyes of his.

your eyes shifted towards the front of the car. "there's someone coming" you said, grabbing at his arm afraid they might see you two or even see the car rocking.

"so what."

his movement became more harder and faster as the random stranger passed, looking straight into the car. changkyun didn't care, everyone has sex and he just so happen to be getting him some right now, and to think he's gonna stop because of another person. hell no. he lifted your legs over his shoulder, shifting your body to hit directly at that spot you liked. feeling the unexpected rush of overstimulation, you placed your hands on his biceps wanting to push him off.

he instantly grabbed both of your hands, pinning them down "dont run, let me ruin you" the words coming out of his mouth sounded just right, your body was shaking, your eyes were rolling back, and you were extremely close to another orgasm. "hold it, im close baby" he leaned down, kissing your lips while his violent pace became slower and slower.

he threw his head back and the deep low groans escaped his lips. “fuck..”

the weight of his body collapsed on top of yours as he filled you up with his thick load, followed after yours, slightly spilling on his back seats of the car.

“god that pussy is perfect.”

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───────── 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅. ( 18+ )

PAIRING: jooheon x fem!reader WORD COUNT: 2.9k !!!! spanking, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, orgasm denial, creampie SYNOPSIS: when he’s craving baked goods, it’s best for him to come over.

When Jooheon is craving desserts, his best bet is to show up at her apartment unannounced, equipped with a cheeky grin and an overnight bag. He overwelcomes his stay when it comes to his cakes and cookies because his fatal flaw is his disastrous baking skills–or lack thereof–which will often yield burnt goods or a nearly burnt residence, even when following a recipe to a T.

Or so he claims.

“What do you want now?,” she questions with mock disdain, a stone-cold expression too transparent to mask the pep in her voice when her beloved stands outside her door on a gloomy Friday evening.

“Chocolate chip cookies.”

His eyes gloss over her figure, as if to burn the image into the back of his mind like he hasn’t done so countless times, and he cocks a brow. “And you, of course.”

Despite her grimace, heat flows up to her face, her heart hammering madly in her chest. She swore up and down that any cheesy phrases given to her, any cheesy phrase that can only derive from romance novels, would evoke a visceral reaction: disgust. It’s partially true but coming from her own boyfriend, her body goes into overdrive between shudders and shyness. “You are repulsive.”

“Only for you.”

She steps aside for him to overstay yet another welcome, one that may be what she needs after a long day at work. He heads for the guest room while she strays into the kitchen where she pulls out her baking utensils and ingredients, piling them onto one corner of the kitchen island. She knows the recipe by heart but pulls it up on her phone anyway as a safety cushion, then sets the device down to be forgotten later.

Jooheon is not an incompetent man, but there’s genuinely no hope for him to bake something without potentially setting something ablaze or yielding a culinary monstrosity of epic proportions. She has seen his sugar cookies before, which resembled the end pieces of overbaked, lopsided bread more than actual cookies. Even though he insists on shouldering some of the labor, she strictly assigns him the duty of dishwashing instead where it would be impossible to spark a fire.

He stands on the opposite side of the kitchen island, watching her every move like a curious child observing his diligent mother. He has learned the lesson of keeping his distance while she’s running around in the kitchen because literally butting heads will wear her patience thin, and she can see it in his pouty expression that he wants to be close to her, have his arms around her and forget the definition of ‘personal space’. It’s endearing to see sometimes.

The dough comes together in less than fifteen minutes, and the preheated oven goes off a minute later. Jooheon is already standing at the sink washing the dirty dishes before the tray of cookies even goes in, and the flour-dusted, dough-streaked counter becomes her duty to clean with a soapy rag.

He’s chatting about his day, relaying a funny story about his coworker and filling her residence with laughter while she stands beside him with her back pressed to the counter, nodding as most of his words go in one ear and out the other. She’s typically a good listener, but her mind has entered another realm trying to conjure up ways she can startle him while he’s doing the dishes. He gets easily spooked, which entertains her when she’s in the mood to be a little brat.

Her gaze travels down his back to his behind, which is emphasized a little too well in his gray sweats. There’s still a fair amount of dishes to wash. With soapy hands, there’s no way he can retaliate, right?

He is rudely disrupted with a hand to his ass. With a slow turn to face her, her grinning face meets his seemingly peeved one: narrowed eyes and a tight jaw. Two seconds pass, and she finds herself running laps around the counter with her boyfriend hot on her trail. He ends up cornering her and her quick thinking leads her to her doom of being caught by a singular arm hooking around her waist, reeling her back against him to avenge his peace.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!,” she wails in between giggles as he smacks her ass back–several times.

“No, you’re not,” he refutes with a chuckle while vehemently carrying out his vengeance.

Her ass is not spared from his assault, not even once. It’s almost unfair really, as she only got him once while she has lost count of how many times he got her. What she thought was going to be a playful charade shifts to something else when the moment he stops, he presses up behind her and tucks his head between her neck and shoulder.

“Honey..?,” she mutters, knowing well enough what the tension and his curious hands roaming her body will lead to.

Her eyelids flutter as she leans over the kitchen island, succumbing to the warmth surging from the pit of her stomach to her limbs, to the tips of her fingers and toes, and to her head from his lips traveling over her skin. The collar of her tee is tugged back at his discretion, granting him more surface area for his mouth to cover, and the initial fits of laughter simmer down to labored breaths and open-mouthed kisses.

“Not so mischievous now, are you?” He hums.

His hand clamors for her throat, thick fingers wrapping around the base of her neck to tilt her head back and draw a gasp from her lungs. While his mouth brands her neck, his grip tightens just enough to force a breath out of her, to shock her and assert control of the reins. She swears that this wasn’t her goal of doing what she did, but the outcome makes her proud of her mischief.

“Thought you could get away with it, huh?”

She shakes her head, though her movement is rigid from his grip. After swallowing, he squeezes, catching her off-guard, and he soothes her with gentle kisses on her exposed skin. As cold as the autumn has been, there’s no better source of heat than what is set ablaze within him. Whatever fuels him into carrying out his sinful endeavors on her sparks a flame inside her, one that grows into wildfire when his hand snakes up her shirt and squeezes her naked chest.

Blinking through a blur, the timer on the oven ticks down to eight minutes.

Eight minutes of allowing him to do whatever he wishes, carry out the consequences of her own actions however he likes.

The pad of his thumb circles her nipple, which hardens from the contrast of the cold breeze and the heat of his touch, a whirlwind of fiery desire growing as filthy words are uttered in between kisses. His fixed grip on her neck has brought her head back over his shoulder at this point, fully exposing the canvas for his mouth to finish his artistry on. Her shirt has ridden up from him groping her breast so when her abdomen presses against the cold edge of the counter, chills run down her spine. The reaction seems to bring his hips closer where his erection digs against her ass, and who is she to not tease him in return?

He never lets her get away with anything, therefore drawing back and grabbing her hips to spin her around and face him. He hoists her onto the counter, perching her on the edge where he guides her legs around him, keeping the distance to a minimum. He drags her shirt up, fully exposing her bare chest, and his mouth latches onto one.

Her judgment is skewed by the pleasure, but not entirely to where she neglects checking the timer. Even if the cookies burn to a crisp, she shouldn’t let her apartment burn to one either.

While his mouth tends to her chest, a curious hand dips down the waistband of her pajama pants, burrowing between her thighs to feel her. The cotton barrier of her panties is thin, allowing him to perceive just how wet she’s getting. Suddenly, it’s not so cold anymore as he digs his thumb between her folds, wedging the damp patch of fabric in as he thumbs her clit.

Draping her arms around his neck, she whimpers from a touch she desperately needs that is a measly barrier away. If he could just scoot her panties aside, it would be enough to extinguish the fire within. But Jooheon sometimes likes to watch the world burn, and she continues to burn with lust, frustration, and borderline outrage.

“Babe,” she whines. “Please. I want to feel you.”

“Hm. I know.”

“Asshole.”

The ‘slip-up’ earns a tight grip on her chin that forces her to stay still as he straightens up. Leaning so close to her, the weight of his piercing glare racks a tremor through her, particularly when his lips ghost over hers.

“Watch your mouth,” he cautions.

Words are lodged in her throat as he continues thumbing her clit through her panties, and she can only muster a mere nod to acknowledge his warning. She could push him a little more but the friction of his touch, the friction of the fabric rubbing at her soft flesh, wanes her urge to continue acting up. She ruts against his hand, pleading and whining so pathetically from the calculated strokes. Her suffering etches a smirk on his lips, luring her to a strong desire of kissing it off, but her wishes are granted by a tug of her panties and two fingers filling her needy hole.

There’s only so much room in her pants for his hand, but he makes it work. His pace is surprisingly quick, considering the tumultuous teasing he was doing beforehand. Thick digits drive between her clenched walls, drawing out an eclectic mix of incoherence and breathy cries, and she naturally secures a grip on his wrist for security.

He observes intently, an unwavering gaze making it impossible for her to meet it as she’s falling apart in his palm. She’s used to his cheeky grins and over-the-top humor so when he has her cornered and vulnerable for him, the polar contrast arouses her more. His roughness and sharp expression calls for her to be on her knees for him, and it never fails to.

“Fuck,” she pants, her fingers wrapping tighter around his wrist.

“Yeah? You like that? Feels good, hm?”

She begs, though she’s not sure for what. A flurry of ‘please’s part from her lips like a bad habit and perhaps, might be why he seems to be pumping quicker. His thumb is fixed on her clit, thankfully without a barrier in the way, and her head reels from the onslaught of pleasure washing over her, the high tides threatening to drag her deeper. While a mess is spurring in her pants, his mouth finds her neck, soothing the newly branded flesh with kisses fragmented by filthy words and smug laughter.

Her walls are seizing around him. She’s throbbing, aching to chase her release, and she’s rushing to a brink, seconds away from rapture when the obnoxious beeps of the oven disrupts them, forcing him to remove his hand when she needs him most. Her eyes grow wide as she’s left high and dry.

“Lemme get that for you first.” He laughs.

But it’s not funny. It’s almost hurtful as she sits on the counter, her poor pussy throbbing around emptiness, damp panties practically adhering to her skin by the wetness that has seeped out of her. Her thoughts tune out the running water, the clank of the baking trays as it hits the stovetop, and a singular beep that turns the oven off. By then, the smell of freshly baked cookies grows tenfold, filling the kitchen, and she almost forgets about her sticky ordeal.

Almost.

“Now..” Jooheon finds his way back between her legs, fingers tucking into her waistband again. “Where were we?”

A harsh tug sends her pants down her legs, followed by her panties, both garments flung to the side with a flick of her feet. He bends down and perches her legs over his shoulders, naturally bringing her down on her back, but she doesn’t want to miss the lewd view of him committing sins between her thighs.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she runs her fingers through his hair, moaning and panting with less of a care for her neighbors hearing. Steam is still pent up, searching for exit routes as she was abandoned just before her peak, and picking up right after lures her even closer to the edge.

“So good,” she whimpers, throwing her head back as her clit falls victim to the fervent strokes of his tongue. “Want to feel your fingers inside.”

Soon, thick digits plunge back in, giving her what she wants. The rapid pace, coupled with his mouth working on her clit and every inch of her pussy that has yet to be touched, sends chills up her spine. The deadly combination renders her taut, tension wracking her limbs and forcing her thighs to close in on his head, but he only groans in response. His noises serve a subtle vibration to her sensitive clit and his persistence quickly brings her over the edge.

“Oh, god!,” she wails, tugging at his strands as she spatters on his hand.

He continues fucking her through her high, forcing her to squirt in smaller successions while she is now flat on her back, writhing and twitching from the aftermath. Just as it becomes too much for her, he removes his fingers and draws back, carefully dismounting her legs from his shoulders to straighten up.

A breather.

That’s what she thought she was going to get. It feels like a split second before a bigger intrusion sinks inside her, stretching her open and filling her in the way she needs him to. When she peers down at him, he is pressing kisses on her thigh, up her pelvis and to her navel while he’s bottomed out and sheathed by her aching walls. He pushes her shirt up to kiss higher, as high as he can reach, and he is appeased enough to perch her leg back over his shoulder. He splays a hand on her inner thigh, pinning her other leg down on the counter, opening her up further for his taking, and she chokes out a moan when his cock pistons in her.

He is driven mad, his thrusts carnal as he fucks her on the island countertop. The mix of the cold surface beneath her back and the heat of feral hunger culminates in a tight knot in the pit of her stomach, goosebumps pricking her skin, and chills surging through her body. When she meets eyes with him, it’s like looking into the gaze of a wild predator behind bushes: primal.

“Feels so good around me,” he grunts, fingertips digging into her skin with a tighter grip. “Your pretty pussy is made just for me.”

She could implode just by that remark.

“For you,” she mumbles in between breaths.

The kitchen reverberates with the clashing of hips and lewd squelches of her dripping cunt being pounded. It’s not ideal to be railed on a surface with no bounce, but they have already passed the point of no return. Jooheon has proven to be ravenous for more than just a sweet treat.

The sheer force of his hips already has her seeing stars, but the pad of his thumb sweeping over her swollen clit is the nail to her coffin. Her back arches off the counter, a gasp heaving from her throat with the additional touch, and she squirms as her brink comes much closer—much quicker.

“Fuck. Jooheon!”

“Gonna come, huh?”

She nods, a hand clasped over her mouth to suppress a cry.

“Go ahead,” he encourages. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”

Her eyes roll back as the tension reaches an all-time high. Her slick soaks his shaft, dripping down the line of her ass to puddle beneath her. His grunts mingle with her whimpers, threatening to override her noises as he hovers closer and pounds her. Her walls seize tighter, clenching and resisting but giving him the friction he needs to nail his cock inside her and unload in her greedy hole.

Ecstasy flushes her body with warmth as she becomes a vessel for his climax, shallow thrusts forcing his seed deeper inside her. Her breaths are fragmented by whiny pleas, and he eventually comes to a halt. After pulling out, mixed arousal seeps out of her, spurring a bigger mess on the counter. It’s less pleasant to feel now that she’s not driven wild with desire.

Jooheon grabs her hands and pulls her up into a sitting position too soon. She thinks he’s about to do something again when he wraps her legs around his waist, and hoists her off the counter.

“Let’s go wash up so we can eat some cookies.”

She erupts into laughter from the immediate change in his demeanor. “You have too much energy, honey.”

“Because you charge me back to full percentage.”

In contrast to the heat creeping up her face, she grimaces. “My god, no more. Please.”

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Accountability

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x fem reader

Summary: “So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Also, I did not proofread any of this, I wrote a while back and was reading through my drafts and found this and decided to post it cause, why the fuck not. I miss MONSTA X. I also post with phone wallpapers I made for each storyline, feel free to use them if you like. Please, do enjoy 😊

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked the man sitting on your couch as you clutched your chest in surprise. You’d just walked in the door, thinking you be able to think about your future.

He sighed and stood up “what do you think,” he started, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“For what, we’re not a couple, remember?” You cut him off with a scoff.

“All that changed when I found out.” He stated angrily.

“Found out what, Kihyun, we broke it off, a week ago-” You started

“But your pregnant, right.” He stated matter of factly cutting you off.

You froze and stared at him, “How’d I find out?” Kihyun asked the question you were thinking, “this,” he pulled out a positive pregnancy test and tossed it on the table, “I found it in the master bedroom at the condo. I went back to clean things up before selling it. Why didn’t you tell me? I had to search high and low to find you, is this why you wanted to stop? Is this why you broke it off.”

You sighed and dropped your head, “We’re not a couple, this was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. It was an accident, it wasn’t-”

“Accidentally or not,” he cut you off, “I had to find out this way. Why didn’t you tell me-,”

“Tell you for what,” you yelled, “so you can tell me to get rid of it!”

“You know me better than that,” he yelled back, you watched as tears formed in his eyes, “yes, we’ve been fucking for over a year,” a tears slipped from his eyes as he blinked and lowered his voice, “regardless of that, why didn’t you tell me, when you know I’d be glad to have a family.”

“We don’t love each other,” you stated, “we get our fill and go our separate ways.”

“That’s a lie,” he countered, “how many nights did we spend together talking without the sex? Did we not tell secrets?” He was laying down facts.

“It doesn’t matter now,” you replied, “it’s gone.”

“It’s gone?” Kihyun asked, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“I got rid of it.” You said, “I’m not ready for a kid.”

Kihyun dropped his head and fell silent, he was hurt, but deep down he knew he had to respect your decision because it was your body. He took a deep breath and decided it would be best to just leave. He took a step and almost tripped, you instinctively reached out a hand to catch him, but he snatched away from you and left without saying another word.

This, this thing that you both had was good and bad. You both stumbled upon each other by chance at a very small bar you had begun to frequent, he was alone and you. Both of you shared a drink or two and exchanged stories, which led to sleeping together. Hoping it was a one time thing, you let it go at that. But you ran into each other a few more times and then decided to just use each other as a way to find some relief in this world of madness.

Relief with no string attached, he bought the place and you both paid the extra expenses to keep this good thing going. It was so good it last well over a year. So good that after one night of drinking and talking you both went at each other with no protection. But really, the only thing you lacked, that couples shared was, the dates and introducing each other to your friends and family. Let’s or forget to mention the fact that you only meet up in the late evenings and night. But this was something hidden in plan sight.

You sighed and sat down on your couch and rested your hands in your hair for a brief moment and then reaching out and grabbing the pregnancy test off the table and placing a hand on your stomach. You lied to him, it was still with you, meaning you hadn’t made up your mind on rather or not to keep it or to get rid of it.

Another sigh passed your lips as you put the test down and stood up. This was just too much at one time for you, you were thinking, how’d he find out where you live? Neither of you had ever been to the others house, so how in the fuck did he find you? You abruptly threw the test against the wall in aggravation, shattering it into pieces. With that being enough for the night, you decided to just sleep, sleep would be the best stress relief. But sadly for you it didn’t come so easily.

To be honest, you couldn’t fall asleep properly for a week. And that was because by then you’d started the early symptoms of pregnancy. So that being said you kept it, it became her, your baby had grown to be a year old. But it wasn’t easy, the sleepless nights and constantly feeling like you weren’t a fit mother plagued you some days. But still you toughed it out and held your head up all while working to keep a steady flow of income.

That being said, today was one of those tough days, you had meetings back to back and you’d kept getting calls from your sitter, who kept saying she had to leave. But you had to complete this one last meeting before running off, for the day. It had gotten dark out, one more and your out. You took a deep breath before walking into the conference room, telling yourself it wouldn’t take long. There were only three people, plus you and your two team members and your boss. Easy right?

The moment you turned away from the board to introduce yourself, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting at the table glaring at you. Ah fuck, be cool sis. You cleared your throat and started the meeting as if he wasn’t there. It went smoothly because you didn’t look at him because you knew that if you did, you stumble over your words and that wouldn’t be good for anybody.

Once the meeting came to and everyone exited the conference room, spilling out into the hallway. They were conversing while you were trying to get away. The moment you began walking away from the crowd, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around, it was your sitter, she was frowning.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she started handing you your little girl who smiled at you, “I’ve called your phone many times and you didn’t answer.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I’ll pay you extra,” you promised, “I’ve had meetings all day and I left my phone at my desk.” You apologized again after she complained about being late to hang out with her friends. She still agreed to come back the next day to babysit.

You sighed after she left and looked at child with a smile, “Let’s go Ki, mommy misses you.” You tossed her in the air a little making her giggle as if it’s the funny thing in the word. You kissed her cheek and started walking back to your desk to gather your things.

On your way out of the building, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting waiting on you. He approached you glancing between you and the child, you knew he wanted an explanation so, you spoke first.

“Let’s go somewhere and talk.” You suggested looking at your baby and then back at him, “it’s a little chilly out here, I don’t want her to get sick.”

Kihyun nodded and followed after you, to a small cafe. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at the little girl with eyes like his. He couldn’t fix his lips to say anything, he felt that he’d cry if he did.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I lied. I was lost and scared. I hurt you and I didn’t even think about your feelings at all. I was being selfish.”

“Why…….why didn’t you call me,” he started slowly, “you-,” he paused and looked away as he took at deep breath to control his emotions, “she looks just like me.” He stated the obvious. His eyes held longing.

You stood up abruptly and placed her in his lap, she immediately smiled at him and started baby babbling to him. A tear escaped his eyes as he finally smiled at his child, he apologized to her for not being there but that wasn’t his fault.

“Hi, I’m your dad.” He spoke softly as a small grin finally graced his face.

She giggled and stood up in his lap, before randomly giving giving him what was meant to be a kiss but ended up being a cheek full of baby drool. Kihyun let out a small yell as shock took over his face.

“You’re feisty.” He said looking at her with wide eyes, holding her a little distance from his face, to keep from her from doing it again, “where do we go from here?” He asked you.

“We can start slow,” you answered, “come and see her whenever you want, just let me know ahead of time.”

He agreed, you both slowly caught up that night, talking mainly about your child. At some point it felt like nothing happened as you two conversed back and forth like old times. Eventually you both parted ways, but he came by every chance he got. He wanted to see her as much as he could. And you, my dear, was fine with that.

A month turned into two and with it, you might as well say you were living together. Because somehow, Kihyun had begun to spend nights and days at your place, going so far as to leave some of his things there. Well ma’am, this was going on the third month, you woke up in a hurry. Both of you did.

Scrabbling to get dressed and ready for work, the sitter would arrive at any minute. You tossed your earrings in your purse as Kihyun fought with his necktie. He swore as you made your way over and helped him quickly. He kissed your cheek and said thanks. You paused after a second to realize what had just transpired. While Kihyun was oblivious to what he’d just done.

You opened your mouth to say something but the front door opened and your sitter walked in. You spoke to her hurriedly, trying to explain to her what was where and why, when Kihyun spoke cutting you off briefly.

“Good morning,” he greeted the sitter as he kissed the top of the babies head, “I’m leaving now honey, I’ll see you later tonight,” he spoke to you, “I’m going to be late, their so much going on. Bye.”

He full on pecked you lips before leaving, you stood there in a little shocked, the sitter grinned thinking it was cute.

“Stop that,” you told her, “we’re not together,” you explained, “what the hell is wrong with him?”

“Nothings wrong with him,” your sitter smirked, “what’s wrong with you?” She pointed and picked up your kid before walking away leaving you a little shook.

The day progressed slowly and as dinner time rolled around, you realized you’d be seeing Kihyun earlier than anticipated because your companies agreed to have a dinner gathering. I mean there was a joint project going on.

But all things were good and dandy as you sat at the large table alone scrolling on your phone looking at cute clothes to order for your baby. The chair beside you slid out and you looked up into Kihyun’s face.

“Oh that adorable.” He pointed out, taking a seat, he himself pulled his phone out to show you something he’d found, “take a look at this one,” he showed you as you leaned over to get a better look, “yellow would be so cute on her right?”

“Yes,” you answered, “adding a little bow would be to die for.” He swiped away from the item and you caught a glimpse of matching family wear. You sighed before speaking, it was just the two of sitting at the table anyway, “Kihyun,” you called his name and he looked at you curiously, “why’d you kiss me this morning?”

He thought for a second, “I don’t remember kissing you.” He honestly replied with a small shake of his head.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the sudden chatter of the others coming to join. You smiled and so did he but he didn’t miss the look of pure annoyance when a guy you work with made an appearance. He wasn’t working on the project so why was he there? To make matters worse, he sat next to you and Kihyun didn’t miss you rolling your eyes and letting out a low huff.

Halfway through dinner, when everyone was talking about dating, for some fucking reason. Your coworkers brought up the fact that you and said annoying coworker were both single. It was as if they were trying to hook you up with him. But as if on cue, Kihyuns coworkers also pointed out him and another guy being single and asked you which of the men you’d pick.

“I have a whole cute little baby girl,” you smartly answered, “I don’t think any one can top that.”

The table erupted with laughter, but the question was reiterated, almost as if they were pressing for an answer. But none came, so everyone went back to chatting about whatever. It was almost over when you let out a small sigh. As you did, Kihyun put his cup down after drinking from it, he got a little food on his sleeve.

Now bitch, as if on instinct, you reached over and started cleaning his sleeve with a paper towel. He smirked as you two started exchanging whispers. You made a remark about your child being clumsy and he giggled before saying that she got it from you. After a small bit of playful back and forth, you felt a tap on your shoulder, with that, your smile dropped as you turned to see what your coworker wanted.

“What’s so funny?” He asked looking between the two of you, “do you two know each other?” He added when he saw the look on both your faces.

“None of your business.” You answered coldly.

He smirked “Don’t be like that Y/N, you know how I feel about you.” He added.

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve told you no multiple times.” You flat out rejected him.

He sighed and went to speak, but you stood up and excused yourself to the restroom. Or more like to get some air, outside you stood taking a deep breath. The sudden presence beside was only one person.

“Are you alright?” Kihyun asked taking in your tired demeanor.

“I’m fine,” You replied, “I just wanna go home to our little cutie.” You looked at him and smiled a little.

“Honey,” he called you sweetly and unknowingly as pulled you into a hug, “the day will be done in no time, it’s almost over.”

“You just did it again.” You remarked pulling away from him.

He looked at you and for a second as shock took over his face, he apologized. Just as he did, your coworker appeared, he completely ignored Kihyun as he spoke directly to you.

“Are you okay,” he asked, “I don’t want anyone bothering the things I like.”

“Funny,” you huffed, “bye.”

You walked away and went back inside, after sometime of drinking a little bit, you could finally go home. But good old Kihyun offered you a ride in his car because, I mean of course you weren’t driving in that state. Him being caring and looking good while he was doing so brought back memories and with memories came feelings….the feelings brought up a flame, that you thought was put out and away. But no, this flame had begun to burn.

So imagine Kihyun’s expression when he tried to get you into his to take you home. You stopped him and pulled him closer by his tie and took a deep breath. Damn he smelled good.

“Y/N,” he bargained, “stop, this isn’t fair.”

“Why not,” you urged as one of your legs slowly moved up and around his waist, “you want it, just as much as I do,” your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer as you whispered in his ear, “I’ve missed you, I still remember everything about you. Especially your touch, please, burn me up, like only you know how.”

By now, he’d pulled away enough to lock eyes with you. So close to his lips and wanting so bad to taste them, you kissed him gently, but quickly.

“Y/N, you always like to tease,” he stated, by his tone, you knew he had folded, but he was holding back, “now isn’t the place for this.”

You scoffed and pulled away from him, opening the door to the back seat, you pulled him inside like some kind of alluring sagacious succubus. Once the door closed, you climbed on top of him and embraced him in a kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It didn’t take but a moment for Kihyuns hands to find your bra and undo it. He took off easily as he felt you up and down leaving no parts of you untouched. His hands cup your face he kissed you gently, damn you both were in a trance.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kihyun muttered pulling away to get some air.

But you didn’t want to breathe, so you instead kissed his neck while his hands played in your hair. You began began to grind on him, feeling how hard he was through his pants, that had long since become uncomfortably tight. You wanted it, you wanted to feel him and experience his sinfulness.

You took it upon yourself to pull his member out and push your panties to the side. You slipped down onto him and let out a soft moan and a whimper. Fuck you missed him you thought as you buried your face into his neck again as his hands found your waist. He let out low grunts as you rode him steady and slow.

Damn you hadn’t been this needy in a long ass time. You let out a shaky “fuck,” you were so tight around him as he filled up. Your legs trembled the moment you felt his grip on your waist tighten as he started fucking up into you.

You wanted to let out a loud moan but stopped yourself by covering your mouth, luckily Kihyun pulled you into a kiss and slowed down his pace just in time. Outside, a group of people were walking and stopped at a car nearby.

Kihyun’s hand found the back of neck, he pulled away as he kept bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly as to not draw attention. All the while he’d locked eyes with you. Your face was scrunched up in pure bliss as you bit your bottom lip.

“Don’t make one fucking sound.” Kihyun lowly gritted out, making you take all of him. He kissed you and slapped you cheek before gripping your chin with his free hand, “fuck me,” he demanded, kissing you again, you did but couldn’t take how hard he was, “take all it,” he ordered thrusting into hard making you let out a soft muffled whimper.

You did the best you could, taking all of his stiff cock, he let go of your neck and your head fell backwards. You were about to come, so you put your hand over your mouth to stop the sound from coming out. You couldn’t see where the group of people were standing and they couldn’t see you but by the sound of their voice, they were close.

You legs began to shake and your body began to tremble, you wanted to stop. But Kihyun had other ideas, he again gripped your waist. Holding you in place, he kept thrusting into you hard, deep and slow. Until you creamed on him and your body began to convulse. Tears streamed down your cheeks, you wanted to moan, Kihyun knew that. So he kissed hard and let you go just as the group of people outside began walking away.

As the did, his slow thrust turned into a quick rough fuck that made you moan and grip his shirt for dear life “Take it,” he stated, “look what you made me do,” he gritted fucking you harder.

Kihyun’s grip remained tight as he used one had to rub your clit. He fucked you into another orgasm as he came finally, you panted as you shivered. Kihyun shoved you off of him, out of breath himself. You both fixed yourselves quickly, regardless of how fucked out you were. You stayed in the backseat as Kihyun got into the drivers seat. By his demeanor, you knew this wasn’t over………..

When you woke the next morning, you were baffled as you recounted the events of last night. Finally you sat upright in bed and looked around, why was it so quiet? You hurriedly jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room.

You were meet with the sight of your sitter watching tv on low volume as your baby slept quietly. She looked at you puzzled and confused as to why you woke up distraught and running through your apartment like that. When you asked where Kihyun was, she informed you that he’d left very early as he was the one to call her in so early.

You checked the time, damn it was a little passed nine. Letting out a sigh, you knew you needed to talk to him. So you pulled out your phone and was met with his voicemail. You shot him a text and quickly got dressed for work. You kissed your kid on the way out and made it to work.

You were instantly asked a million questions as to where you disappeared off too and with whom. You managed to lie your way out of the conversations and went right to preparing for the meeting you had later that day.

The time rolled around and you checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time, Kihyun still hadn’t answered or text back. You huffed and cursed at him in your head as you walked into the conference room to girlish giggles and flirting.

You looked up, Kihyun, the culprit of why you had an attitude, was chatting it up with a girl from your department. The stack of files you were holding, somehow managed to slam down on the table loud enough to startle the two.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked without thinking.

“He was just showing me a cute picture,” she answered, not realizing you were talking to Kihyun, “you want to see?” She offered.

“No thank you.” You declined and plopped down in a seat. She shrugged and went back to gushing and giggling over whatever it was on his phone. With frustration you huffed and went about flipping through files and slamming down paperwork………Bitch don’t be jealous.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you okay?” She asked you full of concern. You went to speak, but someone called her out into the hallway, leaving you and Kihyun alone.

You stared at him as he started flipped through paperwork of his own, almost ignoring your existence. You frowned and huffed and just as you went to start swearing, the annoying guy coworker came into the room. Now it was Kihyun’s turn to get jealous, his was instantly though.

“Y/N,” the guy started sitting on the edge of the table looking down at you, ignoring the fact that Kihyun was in the room, “I was worried last night after you walked away,” you looked at him and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes, “I really like you, please, just go out with me just once.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw the quick look of anger on Kihyun’s face. But you weren’t one to play games. You sighed and stood up finally and took a step back.

“No thank you,” you answered calmly , “I’ve told you, I’m not interested,” you sighed and turned to walk away.

“Y/N,” he called your name as he grabbed your arm. He pulled you closer and began speaking lowly, so Kihyun wouldn’t hear, “I don’t think you understand. Go out with me and I’ll make sure you get a promotion and a raise. Why work hard when you can do it easily.”

This prick, all while speaking had begun snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer, “I mean your really pretty, even with a bastard kid.”

That part, Kihyun heard, the book he was writing in somehow flew across the room and hit the guy in the back of the head. You shoved away from him and slapped him as hard as you could. All of these actions occurred simultaneously and quickly. You wanted to claw his eyes out, but Kihyun wanted him to bleed.

Thankfully what kept him from getting his ass whooped at that very moment was the others coming in, all them being very loud and chatty. Someone asked what was going on, but the guy dismissed himself and returned shortly. You rolled your eyes and sat down, you were pissed and annoyed beyond belief.

Alas the meeting went smoothly, despite the icy look that Kihyun was giving the asshole. It was during this meeting that you learned that he’d be joining the project and that he was paired up to work with you. It was already decided by the higher ups, leaving you no room for any say in the matter.

Two week later with more of Kihyun ignoring you, the only time you saw him was at work and briefly at home. He’d stop by to see y’all’s kid when you were out and then leave, claiming he was too busy to talk.

Adding to the fact that you had to work with the asshole. Whom you kept at arms length at all times, if it wasn’t at work around people or even about work for that matter. You kept interaction with him at bare minimum.

Well bitch, again, another company dinner was planned at you had no choice but to attend. You walked into the restaurant venue and instantly spotted Kihyun sitting at a table with the same woman from the other day, giggling it up.

You walked over and sat down on the other side of him and the moment you did, she got up and left, mumbling something about your attitude being bad lately. Kihyun scrolled through his phone, again ignoring you.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder, “What’s your problem?” You asked when he finally sat his phone down and looked at you.

“Be honest with me Y/N.” He started cutting straight to the point, “what do you see me as.”

“It’s hard to place,” you answered honestly “I couldn’t place my feelings about you into any specific category before.”

“So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

“No, it’s not like that-,” you tried.

“So, you have no emotional attachment to me at all.” He cut you off.

“Kihyun,” you fumed “what do you want me to say? If I don’t see you, I get mad. If you don’t say anything I get worried. I hate seeing you sad and upset! Most importantly, damn it, why are always laughing and talking to her?”

“Why are you upset about it?”

“Because you’re making me feel complicated and fucking confused.” You huffed.

He went to speak but a certain person’s presence stopped him. The prick sat on the other side of you and throughout the entire dinner, you were doing a solid job of ignoring him and not dragging Kihyun out the door to yell at him.

You thought you were completely safe until…..

“Y/N,” a coworker called your name as you sat down your cup after taking a sip of water, you hummed at her in response, “why are you two not dating yet?”

You choked on invisibility because excuse me what the fuck, “I’m fine,” you choked out, “we’ve talked about this already guys.”

Instinctively Kihyun handed you your water and patted your back. He followed up by giving you a paper towel and asking if you were okay. Your coworker pricks hand somehow, someway thought that it would a good idea to put his hand on your leg.

Kihyun had turned his full attention towards the man, while everyone else was conversing oblivious to what was happening. Before you could reach over and shove his hand off, Kihyun did it for you. When your coworker looked in your direction, he was met with a glare Yoo Kihyun.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whispered to Kihyun noting how visibly pissed he was becoming.

It take but a moment to get him outside, the moment you thought you were in the clear, Kihyun went on a full rant.

“Who,” he started passing back and forth in front of you, “who the fuck is he? Huh? What right does he have to touch those legs…..my legs,” he pointed at your legs, and made an up and down motion with his hand “I should’ve punched him in the face instead of throwing a book across the room. Ugh! Also,” he redirected his thoughts towards you, “what are you wearing that skirt anyway, I thought I hid it.”

“You’re the one that hid it,” you cut him off, pointing a finger, “this is one of my favorite skirts.”

“Mines too, that’s why I hid it, you look too damn good in it!” He huffed.

“So, that’s the purpose!” You countered

“To look good for other guys or is it for yourself?” He asked.

“It’s your favorite color, you do the math.” You folded your arms and took a step towards him.

“It’s f-for me,” he stuttered out, lowering his voice the moment you got in his face, “well when you put it that way,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for hiding it.”

You went to speak but was cut off by the sound of your name being called. You took a step back from Kihyun to see who it was. Low and behold it was the prick from work. You both sighed and swore. You told Kihyun not to say a word. But, he can only hold back so much aggression.

“Is he bothering you?” He asked gesturing toward Kihyun, who’s hands were on his hip.

“It’s none of your business, take a hint and leave me alone.”

You took a step and he stopped you, “why are you being difficult?” He asked.

You went to speak, but Kihyun cut in, he looked at your coworker and scoffed “Are you deaf, she said get lost.”

“I think you’re the one who should get lost.” He demanded.

This side of Kihyun, you’d only seen once and you didn’t want to see him like that again. You noted how his ears had begun to turn red. So you grabbed his hand “Nope,” you started, “not today.”

“Baby,” Kihyun started raising his voice a little, “this man, is bothering you and me, at this point-,”

“So what,” you went back at him, “that doesn’t mean start a riot.”

“Says who,” he yelled finally pulling his hand away as he expressed himself, “you can’t stop me.”

“Ummm, Yes I can!” You frowned.

“Ha,” he laughed at you, “how, you can’t even tell Y/baby’s/N to stop throwing her food.”

“Hey,” you yelled back, “she’s stubborn because of you!”

“I’m not stubborn!” He huffed.

“Than what are you being right now?” You asked.

“Being protective over my wife!” He yelled with his whole chest.

“I’m not your wife!” You stated.

“Then marry me already!”

“We’re already married!” You replied

It fell silent as you both registered the entire conversation or argument….

“Y/N, Kihyun…” you heard your names being called and looked up. Both of groups of coworkers all stood there stunned at what they had just heard.

“This is your fault!” You yelled at Kihyun, for no reason.

“How,” he countered, “it’s his fault to sticking his nose in our business.” He pointed.

“That’s bullshit,” you countered, “you’re the one that hid my fucking skirt and gave me the silent treatment for two damn week!”

“Honey,” Kihyun started after sighing again, ignoring everything else you said, “stop swearing, pretty lips shouldn’t curse.”

“These are my lips!”

“But they’re shaped like our little angels.” He stated matter of factly

“What you going to do about it,” you tested his patience like a dumbass, “ass, bitch fuck shit motherfucker!”

He just started at you with a unreadable expression for all of two seconds before you took off running. He called after you, apologized to everyone and then chased you down the street, leaving everyone shocked, speechless and confused…….

No shit, when he finally caught you, you begged for forgiveness as he picked you up and carried you to your apartment and took you to your bedroom. Where, let’s just say, he fixed your potty mouth.

Sometime later you both were sitting in the bathtub. Kihyun was sitting behind playing with you hands, while you rested you head in his chest. It was quiet for a while, then he sighed and you looked up at him.

“This is going to be fun to explain in the morning,” He started.

“Wanna just say we kept it a secret to keep our work separated from our personal lives?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he agreed as you stood up to get out of the tub, “sounds like a good idea.” he added getting out of the tub as well.

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