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anonbebe97me · 5 years

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Somebody Else (Changkyun Short Story|| Pt.1)

Inspired by “Imported”- Jessie Reyez (Ft.6lack)

Pt.2 ||

Warning: Some smut; will label parts accordingly.

“You’re in love with somebody else. Maybe I can offer some help; get over them by getting under me…”

She throws her head back as she downs the glass of whiskey. Her face immediately puckers as she tastes the bitterness left in her mouth. Her cheeks are streaked with mascara that she had halfheartedly tried to wipe away only minutes before. “Give me another,” She says, glancing at the bartender. He nods and grabs her glass.

“You should probably slow down,” Changkyun says, taking a sip of his drink. “You should mind your own business,” She says, watching the bartender place her new drink in front of her. Changkyun rolls his eyes, “Y/N… getting drunk won’t make you feel any better,” He looks at her, trying not to let the worry show on his face.

“Yeah, well…staying sober won’t make me feel any better either…” She looks down into the glass for a moment and then takes a gulp. He sighs and shakes his head, “You’re gonna regret it later.”

Her phone sits face-up on the bar, open to instagram; a pretty picture set in a rose garden- Jooheon and a girl he’d known for six months, officially announcing their engagement.

“I have so many regrets already…what’s one more?” She looks down and bites her lip, fighting back more tears. He looks at her, eyes low; he wants nothing more than to take her hurt away. But how can he?

So he sits there next to her as she stares blankly ahead.

After an hour of drinking in silence, he finally decides he’s had enough, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

She looks up at him lazily, “I’m not finished with my drink…”

“Too bad. Let’s go.” He gently grabs her arm to help her off of the stool.

They walk out to his car and he opens the door for her, helping her into her seat. When he gets into the driver’s side, he feels his phone buzzing in his pants’ pocket. He takes it out and swallows when he sees Joheon’s picture show up on his screen. He’s about to put it back in his pocket, but she clears her throat,

“It’s okay…you can answer it.”

He looks at her and shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. I’m sure it’s not important-”

“Changkyun. Just answer it.”

He sighs and looks down, “Fine…”

“Hello?”

“Yo! I’ve been waiting for you to congratulate me,” Jooheon’s voice is lively and full of excitement.

Though the volume on Changkyun’s phone is at the lowest setting, Jooheon’s voice seems to fill up the quiet car.

She closes her eyes, trying hard to keep it together until the call ends.

Changkyun sees her struggle but continues, “Yeah, man… sorry. It’s been a rough night. Uhm…can we talk tomorrow? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“Oh- okay…” There’s disappointment in Jooheon’s voice, “Talk to you later then.”

“Mm.” Changkyun presses end and tosses the phone into the center console.

For a moment, there’s only silence, and then…deep, painful sobs as Y/N slumps over in her seat, not even bothering to cover her face as the tears fall.

She’s spent years hiding her love for her best friend, and then her pain as he went through women like wildfire; she has no more strength left to try to hide anything anymore.

“I know I should be happy for him, but…” she trails off.

He stares through the windshield as people walk into the bar, “Why would you smile over a broken heart?”

Though his words are painful to hear, they bring her a certain comfort- validation, even; like she’s not the worst person in the world for not being happy to see the love of her life happy with another woman.

“Changkyun…” She looks at him,“I can’t be alone tonight…”

He nods, looking down, “Alright.”

She stares out of the open window as cars and streetlights seem to fly by on the ride to Changkyun’s house. The harsh wind is an invited guest to dry the hot tears that pour silently from her eyes.

He leads her up the winding staircase up to his apartment.

She’s breathless when they get to his front door, and her sadness is momentarily replaced with irritation, “Damn it, Changkyun. Why don’t you tell your landlord to fix the elevator already?”

He shrugs, inserting the key into the door, “Keeps rent low.”

She rolls her eyes, “Cheap ass.”

“I liked you better sad,” He says plainly.

She glares at the back of his head as he leads her inside of his shoebox studio.

She sits on his bed, and then suddenly lets herself fall backward, letting her mind travel back to Jooheon.

Changkyun fills a glass of water up for her and grabs the half-empty box of Cheez-Its from one of the cabinets. He walks over to her and sets the water and snacks on the bedside table,

“I brought you some water,” He sits down next to her and looks over, “Sit up.”

She stares up at the ceiling, “I’m not drunk.”

He rolls his eyes at her, though she can’t see him, “Humor me, then.”

She sighs and sits up slowly, “Fine.”

The cool water fills her empty stomach, and she finishes the entire glass. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. She gently sets the glass back down, but doesn’t bother trying to eat. She grabs one of his pillows and holds it against her chest,

“Changkyun…have you ever been in love?”

Her voice is haggard and broken as she speaks.

He thinks for a moment; faces from a few distant memories flash through his mind before he nods, “I guess so…”

She looks at him and smiles wearily, “No you haven’t.”

He raises an eyebrow at her, “Oh? And how would you know?”

She purses her lips, “Because…anyone who’s ever been in love…” She throws herself back onto the bed,

“are certain about it.”

He furrows his brows, taking her words in. It’s true, he doesn’t know for sure if he’s ever been in love…but does that really mean he’s never felt it?

He lays back and stares at the ceiling with her. He wonders what Jooheon might be doing right now…though after sharing such thrilling news, it’s not hard to imagine…

“You know what else pisses me off about this situation?” She asks, not looking at him.

“Mm?”

“He tagged everyone… you, the guys, even that stupid friend of hers that he hates- what was her name?”

“Britney.”

“Britney. He tagged Britney…but he didn’t tag me…” She bites her lip and then looks over at him.

“Would that have made you feel better?” He asks, looking back at her.

Her eyes well up again, though she doesn’t break eye contact, “No…”

“I think that the pain would’ve hurt exactly the same, whether he tagged you or not…and he just happened to go with option B.”

In more ways than one…

“When we were little, I was sure that one day, he and I would grow up and marry each other…” She gives a small smile, but it quickly fades, “I thought for sure he’d be my first…”

Her eyes widen at the realization of what she’s just said and she quickly turns back to the ceiling.

Changkyun is taken aback by her accidental revelation, but he tries to pretend like he didn’t notice, “I guess life can’t always the way you planned…”

Y/N sighs, “All those years I spent waiting around for him…”

He clears his throat, “Do you believe everything happens for a reason?”

“Yeah…do you?” She asks.

He shrugs against the mattress, “I don’t really know…I think it’s a pretty thought, but some times I think life is just a series of repercussions…

like, there’s no rhyme or reason for anything. It’s all just…”

“Bleak,” She finishes his sentence.

“Yeah…” He sighs.

She hits his chest with the back of her hand, “No, dummy. What you’re saying is bleak.”

“Ow?” He chuckles.

She props herself up on her elbows and stares into the expanse of the room, “I- I know that some times, it seems aimless… but some times…things just work out too well, you know? Jooheon and I were in two different classes in Kindergarten, and it was smack dab in the middle of the year- the morning that I met him, happened to be the exact morning that my mom…,” she pauses,

“…it was the morning that my mom caught my dad cheating on her. She was so distraught, she could barely focus on anything, so she put my shoes on my feet but forgot to tie them up for me. She hadn’t taught me how to tie my shoes yet, so when I got to school, I was tripping over my laces on the playground- I ended up skinning my knee and Jooheon was the only one who came to see if I was okay… From then on, he’s been with me through some of the most painful moments of my life…” A single tear spills from her left eye, but there’s a look of determination on her face.

Changkyun turns his body and rests his head on his hand as he listens to her

“And yeah, it’s fucked up that he’s with someone else now, but if I hadn’t met him, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me. I think about it all the time… and I credit it all to that morning when my mom didn’t tie my shoes…

Even meeting you,” She looks over at him, and is surprised to find him already staring so intently at her.

He feels strange- he’s been friends with her for over two years, and he’s always known how she feels about Jooheon, so she’s always been someone Changkyun considered as ‘off limits’.

Why then, is he imagining the feeling of her lips against his?

“…If I wouldn’t have met you, I wouldn’t have anyone to watch out for me like this… it’s like puzzle pieces. Everything always falls into place…”

Her eyes are low as she studies his face under the dim light of the lamp on the side of the bed. Her heart is beating hard in her chest, and she wonders if he can hear it.

She finds herself moving closer to him, and before he can give it a second though, he’s matching her movements,

until their faces are only inches from each other.

Their eyes are locked, and the only sound in the apartment is of their breathing.

“Changkyun…are you drunk?” She asks, not breaking the stare.

He shakes his head, “No…are you?”

“No...” She whispers.

A second later, they’re closing the distance between them- it’s a soft, delicate kiss… like dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature. And then, their lips part, their movements becoming more rhythmic and in synch as their kiss deepens.

He can’t help but wonder;

Is this what she meant by puzzle pieces?

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biffhofosho · 3 years

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Cover | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Smut, natch.

Word Count: 8.1k

Pairing: Changkyun x OC

Trope: One night stand with a stranger

Synopsis: Changkyun takes everything and everyone he wants so long as it holds back the crippling pointlessness of his life for an hour or two—that is until he meets a mysterious woman who’s here to take anything and everything from him as long as it serves her own ultimate goal.

The Vibe: Cyberpunk future, neon everywhere, the haves and the have-nots, clubbing, drinking and drugs to cope, shady corporate dealings, blatant shameless sex industry, rich lonely Changkyun, connection and disconnection, cybernetics are a part of daily life, nothing is as it seems, wild and crazy back alley smut, rough around the edges, damaged people

A/N: Part 2 in the Neo Seoul Series (Part 1, “Mono no Aware” not necessary but strongly recommended for shared story threads).

Written before the “God Damn” video dropped. Now I just feel like I.M is mocking me. >.> Also, this one is, um, extra filthy, y’all, because Changkyun’s a hot, lonely mess. And, yes, there’s another oneshot on the neon horizon.

As usual, Changkyun was bored. Despite the melee on the club floor, he guzzled the last of his soju and slouched into the booth.

Nothing but a sea of the usual out there. They danced in their usual way to the usual bass drops in their usual clothes with their usual hairstyles. Changkyun knew all the usuals—he’d fucked most of them. He was sick and fucking tired of the usual.

He supposed he could go for one or both of the Ryu twins, but he’d already been there and done that, and he doubted they’d learned any new tricks in the last two weeks. It was the same as doing it with a goddamn cyborg; they were only programmed with a handful of move sets, but at this point, his boredom was stifling and the black void of banality was expanding across his mind. He needed to come up with something because the alcohol wasn’t stemming the tide anymore.

And suddenly, there she was—the one who’d slipped his net a week ago. She’d had the nerve to leave with that douchebag Kai, of all people. Fuck, it still pissed him off. She was wasted on a walking yawn like Kai, and Changkyun could say that with authority since he’d known the spoiled prick since birth. They competed in everything from family to school to business, and now, even pussy.

Changkyun glanced down to the next VIP booth, but his rival was nowhere to be found. Finally, a bit of luck.

She was hot, to be sure, and she walked like she knew it. Her legs chewed up the room in her thigh-high boots while her hips sashayed in her high-cut jean shorts. She flashed just enough skin to whet the palate, flags of ivory shoulder and stomach emerging beneath her cross-back crop top, while her perky tits and ripe ass remained a tantalizing mystery. She wore the same black cowl she had last time, though stubborn strands of chin-length ebony hair still managed to tickle her painted lips.

Despite the shadows of her hood, her eyes were the most striking thing about her—marquis-shaped, tilted high at the ends, and the color of smoky quartz. They were fast and sharp and cold. Changkyun had never seen their equal. But it was what lurked within them that had him sitting on the edge of his seat.

Even from here, he could tell she was damaged, and the damaged ones were the wildest fucks. They were always out to prove something—to their friends, to their husbands, to their parents, or to themselves.

By the end of the night, Changkyun would make this woman cum rockets, and she would no doubt return the favor. Things had taken a decided turn toward the better.

After one more shot of liquid fire, he swaggered to the railing only to discover the whiskey eyes of his catch waiting below for him. He hadn’t even needed to bait the hook. Still, he draped himself over the railing, his elbows propping him up in the coolest lean he could muster.

She watched him, mouth popped in an appetizing oval as she tongued the back of her teeth, and Changkyun waited for her to approach the bouncer at the foot of the stairs. Instead, she turned back into the crowd.

That was not the way this was supposed to go. She’d gone to Kai’s booth, but she wasn’t going to come to his? Changkyun refused to spend another night dick-deep in inferior tail, not when fucking Kai had managed to reel in the prize of the millennium.

He stormed out of the booth, not that there was anyone left to care, save his unfinished bottle of soju. He’d sent away the nameless lackeys he’d plied with booze and narcotics the moment they’d become tedious, which had been almost immediately.

Changkyun pushed past the burly-armed bouncer and slipped into the stream of usuals. Some of them called out to him while others pawed him, hoping for a dance, but he didn’t spare a moment for any of them. His wounded hellcat was nearly out of eyeline.

As he closed in on her, he rolled his sleeves over his forearms, making sure his tattoos were on full display. Wild girls like this one went crazy for that shit. He couldn’t wait for her to find the ones at his hips.

The music thumped and bodies jostled against each other. The dance floor smelled like sweat and spilled liquor, and Changkyun wished he’d had the time to freshen his cologne, but she was already to the edge of the dance floor, about to disappear into the hallway beyond the bar. He had to make it to her first—his whole night depended on it.

“Looking for something?” he shouted just before she reached the doorway.

His vixen turned, her perfect face perfectly blank as she peered out from her cowl. Up close, he could tell her clothes were well-worn. The black leather bodice was supple and mottled with watermarks, and her jean shorts were perfectly molded to shelter the tightest ass he’d ever seen. She wore no jewelry, only luminous gold shadow paired with mile long lashes and cherry lips that would look terrific around his shaft.

She studied his sharp chin and sharper nose before her eyes flicked to his earrings and finally to his tattoos. Changkyun smiled to himself.

She noticed, and, for a moment, there was a flash of something he wasn’t sure he’d seen correctly—anger—but maybe that was the booze talking or the loosening claws of the Purple Moonlight he’d dropped at the beginning of his evening.

In a heartbeat, she had him pinned against the wall by the doorway. She was much stronger than her slight build suggested. Her forearm pressed against his throat with just enough pressure to make his lungs tight and his vision fuzzy.

“You been watching me, eagle eye?” she said in a tone too casual for her threatened strangulation.

He shrugged, a smile toying with the corner of his lips despite his straining breaths. “Name’s Changkyun, dollface, and it seemed like you were the one watching me.”

She pursed her wicked red lips. “That wasn’t watching, that was evaluating your worth.”

“And?” It came out more of a wheeze than a flirt, and for the first time in a decade, Changkyun felt a flash of embarrassment.

“Remains to be seen,” she said as she dropped her arm, and he struggled to maintain confidence through his choking. “What do you do, stalker boy?”

“Depends on who you ask. If you ask my dad, I’m a waste of a good education; if you ask my exes, I’m a waste of good oxygen; and if you ask the press, I’m a waste of a good story.”

“I didn’t ask them,” she said with a sharp eyebrow. “I asked you.”

“I’m in between existential crises right now.”

He could have just told her he was heir apparent to one of the largest conglomerates in New Seoul—he should have told her that same as he told everyone else—but he knew she didn’t care. Those red lips told him all he needed to know.

She wanted to fuck and then forget him. He wanted to fuck and make sure she never forgot him. Call him a narcissistic douchebag, but even once the thrill of the chase was gone, Changkyun liked his conquests to ache for his dick after he’d left their beds. The extra challenge made his cock twitch.

Her tongued poked the corner of her very fuckable mouth, and he stifled the urge to pin her up against the wall next. But she was too busy scrutinizing his face to acknowledge the waves of lust roiling off him.

“Why would the press care about you?”

Ah. Well, so much for his best attempts at being humble.

“Come on, dollface. You saw where I was sitting. You know I’m somebody, though I’m not really sure you care who.”

She shrugged a shoulder.

“Besides,” Changkyun continued with a sourness he couldn’t squash, “I saw who you left with last week.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I knew you were a stalker. How do you know I don’t just want you for your money?”

It pissed him off that she didn’t acknowledge her fling with Kai, but Changkyun couldn’t probe safely anymore without sounding too interested. Instead, he answered, “I’ve fucked all those nae-soong already. You know what you’re getting into when you invite them up. They dress the part—with diamonds and designers and perfume—because they want you to know they have expensive upkeep and you’re supposed to give it to them. You, gorgeous, you dress for battle. So, who are you fighting?”

Without another word, she took his hand and rested it over the warm leather binding her tits. There wasn’t much room for him to play, but that had never stopped Changkyun from trying. His hands glossed over the supple material and squeezed just to appreciate the firmness of her small breasts. He bet they were something, with tight little nipples that fit perfectly between his teeth.

“You’re sexy as hell,” she said as her hand joined his on her chest.

“You’re sexier.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear a moment before her tongue did. Goddamnit, he shivered—he actually shivered.

“You know what I want to do?” she asked, her tongue licking the shell of his ear.

“What?” he rasped.

“I want to fuck you until you make me cum.”

“Okay,” Changkyun stuttered.

What the fuck was wrong with him? This was hardly his first rodeo, yet here he was, stammering like a pubescent teen. Maybe it had just been too long since he’d been with someone actually worth fucking, or maybe she was too forward, even for him. Then again, maybe she wasn’t just damaged; maybe she was crazy, too.

In the end, it didn’t fucking matter. Changkyun was hard as a diamond, and he needed this woman to break him.

“You got people?” she asked, looking back toward the booth.

There was no reason to mention he was alone, so he nodded. “Let me let my man know.”

Changkyun waved to the booth bouncer and gestured between his date and himself, hoping that she didn’t realize the stone-faced sentinel worked for the club rather than him. The bouncer didn’t react, which was just as well.

“Where to?” Changkyun said as he followed her through the club’s back door.

It looked like every alley in The Troughs: seedy, claustrophobic, and cloistered in shadows. Like a congested artery, trash piled up at both ends and blotted out the neon fog of the city. The fetid blossom of mold unfurled between the wet brick and dampened the whiz of bicycles from the other alleys. Changkyun felt more at home here than he ever had in his father’s penthouse complex.

“Don’t say I never took you anywhere,” said the smirking succubus as she propped herself against one of the walls.

“Here?” he said with an eyebrow raise.

“I’m not the kind of girl you take home, lover boy.”

With that, she grabbed Changkyun by the deep V of his shirt and tugged him flush against her. Lust should have taken over, but instead, his mind swirled. He may have been the one looking down on her from his balcony, but she held all the power. For a moment, he had no idea what to do.

His vixen solved that problem for him. She swung her head to the side and latched on to his throat, sucking until his fingers ground into the swath of naked skin above her waistline. After a minute, she came up for air, and he leaned in for a kiss, but she was back at his jaw this time, licking and suckling just out of reach.

She split her legs and invited him between them, and Changkyun rutted against her clothed core brazenly. He was too keyed up, too intoxicated by her mysterious perfume of soju and grease and sex, to follow his usual pattern of seduce, dominate, fuck. Who was this creature?

She was driving him crazy. Every attempt to tame her mouth ended in last-second escapes and titillating teases, and that scarlet lipstick was still miserably intact. She knew just how to gasp and sigh and mewl at his every touch to stroke his ego, yet she was always in control of him and always out of his reach. Something had to give before he came like a virgin in his pants.

Changkyun wormed his thumbs under her restrictive leather top and forced it up so her delectable tits popped out. Her hands shot to his wrists, but he would not be dissuaded anymore. He kneaded the soft mounds and worked his way to her nipples, which were small and dark and as mouth-watering as he had pictured.

It had been a while since he’d played with real breasts. He wasn’t picky about tits—a good boob job ran his flag up his pole same as the rest, but nothing compared to the responsiveness of the real thing. Few things were as sexy as a hot woman whimpering while he rolled her pebbled nipple under his thumb, and this hellcat brought it to a crescendo.

He drew one pert bud between his teeth and flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Her moan at his touch was the sweetest surrender, and tease by tease, Changkyun began to feel more himself. He suckled relentlessly as her fingers knotted in his messy chocolate locks and urged him to take more of her. As he worked her into a frenzy, she ground her cunt against his thigh.

“Look at me, you filthy boy,” she commanded with a tug on his hair.

Changkyun glanced up, and her eyes met his. His mouth was full of her, his lips flushed around her tit as he waited for further instruction. Instead, her breath hitched and her hips stuttered.

Fuck, that was hot, knowing she was getting herself off on just a sampling of what he could do. He couldn’t wait to see where he could take her with the full force of his cock. He was already drawing up a tally for how many times he could get each of them to cum tonight—for him, at least once on her and once in her.

Fuck.

And once in his own fucking pants if he wasn’t careful. Shit, he needed to get control over himself. She was giving him a hair trigger at just the possibility of her.

As though she could sense his wildness, she tugged harder on his hair until his mouth released her. Even through the shadows, he could see her pupils dilate.

“God, I really want your cock inside me.”

Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice. He shot up and reached for her shorts, but she grabbed his hands and put them on his own pants instead.

She gripped his sharp chin between her thumb and forefinger and centered his attention on her smoky eyes netted in the shadows of her cowl. “Hood stays up, clothes stay on, and don’t try and kiss me again. Break my rules, and I break your dick off.”

“You really know how to take it to another level, don’t you?” Changkyun said as he unzipped his fly.

“Baby, you have no idea. Oh, and one more thing: I like it vocal, so don’t skimp on the dirty talk, and don’t you dare neglect my clit.”

“I have done this before, you know.”

“I just figured you for the selfish type,” she said with a shrug, and he scowled. She studied his affronted face and sniffed a laugh. “How about this then: if I don’t cum, you don’t either?”

Now, this was something Changkyun could work with, especially as he was already preparing to draw the first tally on his orgasm scoreboard. With a cocky brow raise, he retorted, “It’s hardly a challenge.”

“S’what I like to hear, lover boy. Time to bring that big dick over here and fuck me like you mean it.”

She pivoted toward the brick wall and shimmied her shorts over her hips so her perfect ass was on display. His hands immediately coasted over the full globes, and he sighed. How could skin be this smooth? Everything here was sharp or rough or grating until this leather-bound hell-raiser kicked down every last one of his defenses.

Changkyun needed to focus on the task at hand. His imaginary tally still looming large in his mind, he grabbed a handful of ass before smacking it once and savoring the ripple through its inviting hills.

“Leave those tits out,” he ordered, and his vixen purred her assent.

This was surprising and promising as fuck. She was just as willing to take orders as she was to give them. He couldn’t wait to test her boundaries during their next fuck.

Their next fuck?

Changkyun didn’t do repeats unless he was drunk, high, or bored to tears, and right now he was stone sober on all fronts. What the hell was he thinking?

Right now, all he needed to think about was how luscious her ass was, how it tapered to her fit waist, and, while he was at it, how her pussy tasted before he pumped it full of his cum. Besides, there was still an insistent little ear worm looping her assumption that he’d disappoint her, and while he was used to disappointing the world, his reputation as a sex god had never been in jeopardy. He’d see to that.

Filth be damned, Changkyun knelt on the pavement, letting the oil and grease seep into his designer jeans. The temptress above him glanced over her shoulder with a flawless eyebrow raised.

“You look sexy as fuck on your knees, lover.”

“Yeah? And how do I look with my tongue in your pussy?”

From the tops of her thighs to the kiss of her silky lower lips, she was soaked to the point of obscenity, and Changkyun felt a swell of pride. He leaned forward and flattened his tongue along the length of her slit, and she moaned loud and long.

Like everything else about her, her taste was irresistible. She was dark and tangy and just as intoxicating as wine, with the same subtle sweetness to dizzy the mind, but it wasn’t just her taste that was driving him to madness. It was the way she responded to him. Changkyun hadn’t even touched her clit yet, and she was shuddering at just the brush of his nose against her folds. And she was sopping wet. He’d fucked plenty of needy women, but none of them had ever dripped so shamelessly for him.

Fucking hell.

The tip of his tongue parted her at last and devoured her juicy peach. There was no point in drawing it out. She was way past primed, and Changkyun was far too impatient. He wanted to see all the ways he could make her shake.

“Oh, baby doll,” he scolded as he slipped a finger into her, “you’re so messy. What am I going to do with such a needy girl?”

He nibbled on her enthusiastic little clit and was rewarded with the sweetest wail of ecstasy from his shivering vixen.

“This is your clit, right?” Changkyun teased with his mouth still full of the puffy bud. “This is what you want me to play with?”

“Mm, fuck yes, you smug son-of-a-bitch.”

“Just making sure. I’ve never done this before, actually.”

Her head whipped back so she could snarl at him, but he responded with a long suckle and a series of frenzied flicks of his tongue, and her mouth slackened as her eyes rolled back in her head.

It would be so easy to make her cum now. She was right on the precipice, and Changkyun knew just where to curl his finger inside her sloppy hole to have her bucking on his tongue until her knees gave out, but this was so much fun.

He was having fun. For the first time in ages, Changkyun wasn’t thinking about the aimlessness of his life or its emptiness either. He wasn’t wasting time or staving off boredom. He was living. And, yeah, he was fucking a total stranger in a dirty alley, but it was more than that, too.

This woman needed him for whatever reason. She needed him just like he needed her, and that was hotter than the honey her cunt was drizzling on his tongue.

Changkyun brought his wanton bombshell within an inch of euphoria and then sat back on his heels, watching her ripe pussy shudder in despair. Neon purple saturated her glistening skin until she glowed like a fantasy sex goddess. Maybe he was passed out in his booth after all, dreaming of this perfection instead of getting ready to sow his seed in it.

“Oh, fuck. You got a mouth on you,” she panted before she unleashed a peal of incredulous laughter. “You really are an asshole, aren’t you?”

“What was that again about being selfish?” he crowed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Well, I didn’t cum yet, hotshot, so don’t go forgetting our deal.”

Changkyun stood back up and pulled his rigid hard-on through the hole in his boxer briefs. He could have pulled them down, but he wanted them stained with her cum so he could savor their tryst again later in the blank canvas of his bedroom.

He took his rightful position at her sopping entrance and waited a few beats to make absolutely sure her high had slipped away so he could have his fun all over again. Once it was safe, he slid the head of his cock inside and waited to make sure he didn’t cum either.

Changkyun was not prepared for how greedily her walls would hug him. She was pulsing with need, and his sensitive tip endured every electric ripple.

“Holy fuck,” he marveled. His hands coasted over the apples of her ass to the tops of her thighs to ground himself.

Their panting synced up beautifully in the echo chamber of the alley, and she smiled. “You like that, baby? Where’s that cocky attitude now?”

“Goddamnit, you’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. You’re gonna take me so well, doll, and I’m going to fuck you so deep, you taste me.”

His hellcat pressed back with a hungry growl to welcome his challenge. “Come and get it, lover.”

He hadn’t meant to take her so deep so quickly, but she was so slick, Changkyun railed in to his hilt, and they moaned together. He had to wait a moment to redraw his battle plan because being immersed in a goddess had a muddying effect on his brain.

What was he doing again? Oh yeah, turning her into a slave to his cock, not turning himself into a slave to her pussy. He had to find some control, and he had to find it fast.

Changkyun placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed down so she arched those radiant tits a little higher. His cock shifted inside her, and he shifted into gear. He started with slow, emphatic strokes, the kind that made his femme fatale puff out cute, tiny breaths with every fuck.

Now safely in control, he took her faster and harder, and his finger found its way back to her clit. She bit her lip and murmured an unceasing chant of “yes” into the darkness.

Somewhere behind him, he caught a surge of club music through an open door, and he groaned.

“Such a dirty girl,” Changkyun admonished, “riding my cock where anyone could see. Is that what you like, baby doll? You like people watching you getting all fucked up? You want them to wish they were fucking you instead? Come on, honey, pinch your nipples for me. We have to make sure everyone watching gets their credits’ worth.”

She did as she was told, pulling each frenzied peak between her fingers and tugging wickedly to a symphony of her own mewls.

Changkyun could barely contain himself. He pushed deeper inside her until her breath hitched and her ass slapped against him. “You like people hearing your wet cunt sucking me in?”

She whined as she drooped forward and bit into her forearm.

“No, no,” he warned, “let me hear it, beautiful. Let them all hear it.”

Changkyun wrapped one hand around her throat and the other around one bouncing tit so he could arch her back and let her moan resound to the apartments a dozen floors up.

Her lips were still maddeningly red. Changkyun had planned to make her sully that lipstick all along his aching pole, but suddenly, the only thing he wanted was to kiss them raw. He wanted his mouth streaked with crimson. He wanted her to starve for his taste. He wanted everyone to know it. Damn her rules. They only made him want her more.

“Say my name,” he begged.

“Make me,” she stuttered between deep fucks.

“Bet on it, baby doll.”

Changkyun loved a hard and fast rhythm as much as the next guy, but he’d been around the block enough times to know if his goal was to make his lady cum, he had to switch things up. He considered himself a virtuoso of a woman’s body, and he knew all the most responsive strings to pluck.

He tugged her ass cheek to the side so he could get a good look at the determined purple head of his dick nestled just inside her dribbling cunt. He pushed it in just a bit and then brought it right back to the edge, over and over and over again, never going deeper than a couple inches. It was maddening, depriving himself of the full length of her scorching core, but there was no denying his technique.

His hellcat was practically slobbering against the wall. “Yes! Yes, more!”

“Say it.”

“Almost… Fuck. More, baby.”

“Say it,” Changkyun warned again as his hips stalled, the mushroomed tip of his cock frozen in her pleading walls.

“Fuck, fuck! No!” she begged. She tried to push back, but his hands lashed to his feral goddess’s waist. She couldn’t move and she howled. Her wild eyes leered over her shoulder at him, but beautiful as her desperation was, he needed something even more important than a tally now. He needed her total surrender.

Excruciating as it was, Changkyun waited. He could feel her high ebb away with her cries and snarls, and his resolve nearly faltered. It would be something to be strangled by this pussy, but he had to remind himself the victory would be hollow without the greater prize.

Her breaths grew more staccato as her fingers dug into the damp brick, and Changkyun could see his succubus wrestle with the idea of her submission as much as he could feel it fluttering around his dick. She bit her lip, and he knew he had her. He just needed one final negotiating point.

One of his hands rolled a beaded nipple under his thumb while the other hand found the hard, rosy hill of her clit and polished it with a fresh coat of her wetness. She slapped the wall, and the embers behind her eyes roared to a bonfire. Like always, he knew he would get what he wanted.

“Changkyun, please,” she whispered as her hand curled into a fist. “Please, I want to cum.”

“I know you do, darling, but I’m gonna need you to moan it.”

“You self-serving son of a bitch—”

He laughed. “Not that, baby. This.”

He rubbed her clit again, this time coupled with a massage of his cock just inside her impatient pink pussy.

“Changkyun…”

It poured naturally from her lips now, so silken, it could have been spun into a tapestry of her wantonness.

Fuck, it was way hotter than he could have ever imagined. His balls tightened painfully as they begged to unload inside her, but if he ever wanted to fuck her again—and, christ, that was all he wanted—he couldn’t renege on their deal.

With all of his willpower, he wrangled back the urge to saturate his vixen’s cunt with his seed and, instead, focused on that velvet target inside her that was making her keen the most sumptuous cries. He let his shallow strokes and downward curve of his dick do all the talking while his fingers kept time with their own dark designs.

For a moment, her body went rigid under his hands before the quivering started. She sucked in a ragged breath along with little hiccups of pleasure as her pussy trembled around his member. Changkyun sheathed himself to the hilt at last so he could feel every last ripple of ecstasy tightening like a vise along his full length.

Had he seriously wasted all this time inside generic pussy while this woman had been out there, made for his cock? No one had ever made his every nerve ending sing like this. Changkyun could feel everything—every ruffle of her walls, every snug inch of her searing heat pulsing only for him. He wondered what that forbidden mouth tasted like after an orgasm.

His palm flattened across her firm stomach, and he thought about his cock being swallowed up on the other side. The luxury of such an intimate connection transported him to a place he’d never been—somewhere safe and warm and grateful he was there—and for a moment, Changkyun forgot they were in an alley behind a club.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to cum at all. He just wanted to be here forever, held by this beautiful mystery—needed by her.

Slowly, he pulled out, glossing extra attentively over that fraught little button of sin he’d just pressed inside her. She spasmed in his arms and sighed a curse at him, but they both smiled.

Changkyun pumped lazily inside her, relishing the way the heart of her ass filled the basin of his hips as well as the filthy squelch of her release resounding in his ears. His hellcat was succumbing to the weight of her exhaustion, and she leaned forward to rest against the wall while her hips pressed harder into him.

As much as he didn’t want to leave her, she was giving Changkyun the greenlight to use her for his own end, and that was just as tantalizing as the rest of her. There would be time later to fuck her properly through the night on every surface of his penthouse.

He set his pace hard and deep, and his mistress of the shadows purred receptively with every thrust. He gripped both of her tits and pulled her back to meet his hilt as he burrowed his aching member into her tight cavern. She squeezed around him, egging him on with obscene begging for his cum.

Sweat gathered at Changkyun’s brow and under his shirt collar while primal need flushed his lips and his dick to raw extent. The release he’d held back earlier roared with the ferocity of a wave building on top of another one.

“Fuck my pussy, lover,” she urged. “Make it yours. Come on, baby, give me all your cock. Fill me up.”

His head was dizzy and his heart was hammering and his muscles ached. He was right there. She just needed to say the word.

“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted. “Let me cum inside you. Please.”

“Don’t you dare cum,” she ordered, and the world flip-flopped. He couldn’t have heard her right. But then he could feel her lifting off his member, and panic set in. “Pull out right now and hold it.”

As tortuous as that idea was, the promise of those red lips sucking him to completion staved off his whimpers, and Changkyun did as he was told. Cold air bombarded his messy cock, but it wasn’t enough to stop the tidal wave of cum he was threatening to unload all over that gorgeous ass. He gripped his base fiercely and jammed his eyes shut, hoping to control the sensory overload this vixen’s body made him feel.

“Perfect,” she cooed, and when he opened his eyes, he found her view finder centered on him, red dick in hand. He heard the artificial shutter click, and his heart stopped.

“Did you just—”

“One for the spank bank,” the succubus teased as she buttoned her shorts and then tucked her view finder back under her cowl.

“What about our deal?” he whined, embarrassingly shy this side of actual tears.

“Sorry, lover, but I’m the selfish type, too, and I’m about to take a few more things for myself.”

The next thing Changkyun knew, she was rolling down the cum-streaked skin at her right leg along with her boot, revealing ribbons of smooth steel and elegant wires. On the inside of her mechanical thigh, she tapped a button, and a door whizzed open to reveal a pistol, which she immediately leveled at the gasping carp before her.

“Put your dick away, dollface,” she ordered in a voice as cold as the metal beneath her skin. “We gotta move.”

She nudged the barrel toward the end of the alley where a sleek chrome-colored coupe waited in the shadows. Its paint job was so flawlessly reflective that Changkyun hadn’t noticed it the whole time.

He trudged, pants haphazardly buttoned and legs heavy with shock, toward the passenger seat, and as soon as she’d slammed the door on him, she whisked off the sleeve of artificial skin on her right arm that concealed yet another cybernetic limb and climbed behind the wheel before jettisoning down the narrow alley.

It was a perilous drive. The streets were clotted with junk and late-night escape-seekers, who leapt out of the way of the careening vehicle as trash cans and store signage went flying over the hood. It didn’t seem to faze his kidnapper though. She leaned back with a smile, her left hand on the wheel and her right one still wielding her gun.

Changkyun sank into his seat, gripping the door handle and bracing against the dashboard with barely enough panic left for the dull steel pressing into his temple.

“What the hell is going on?” he shouted as a fishcakes cart thundered over the right fender.

The driver rolled her eyes as she punched the accelerator a notch lower.

The car whipped around a tight turn to a chorus of third-party yelps, and Changkyun glanced behind them to be sure they hadn’t just taken out a cluster of pedestrians.

“Slow the fuck down!” he barked.

“No,” she replied coolly. “We have places to be.”

Another corner, another shower of shouts.

“My family won’t pay,” Changkyun mumbled from his hunkered position.

“What?” she snapped.

“If you’re looking for ransom, don’t expect a pay-out. I’m not worth much back home.”

His captor exhaled loudly, but he did feel the barrel waver at his brow. “Solid pity party, but this isn’t about credits.”

“It’s not a pity party,” he grumbled. “It’s the truth.”

With every passing pothole and sharp turn, Changkyun realized he wasn’t afraid of his kidnapper’s driving. He was afraid of the reality that had propelled them here. Whatever her goal, the woman knew exactly what she was doing, which led to the inevitable conclusion that she’d known exactly what she was doing the moment she stepped foot into the club—tonight and no doubt last week, too.

But for the occasional pinging of street detritus off the sides of the car, silence enveloped the cabin, which only made the lingering scent of sex loom that much larger. Changkyun couldn’t help it, his gaze wandered to her long legs, one still flesh and the other steel. He knew she was damaged, but he could have never guessed how.

“You’re not allowed to disguise cyber-mods,” he said bitterly.

She laughed, though he could hear the strain in it. “Oh please. You sound like a playground tattle-tale. I’m not allowed to kidnap people either, but here we are, dickhead. Deal with it. You’re just salty because you liked fucking a mod, didn’t you?”

He really, really had, and despite the gunpoint and the dressing down, some sick part of him wanted to do it again. Was her pussy modified? Maybe. That had to be the only reason he was addicted to it, right?

“It’s not like I got these for fun, you know,” she grumbled a moment later. “I had ZRX as a kid. It was this or a lifetime as a permanent leftie.”

“I don’t care,” he said.

“I don’t either,” she snarled back and kissed the mouth of the gun to his temple twice before she finally lowered it with a growl.

Finally, the alleys of the Itaewon Troughs belched onto the Yongsan Super Highway, and their car floored it in earnest, not much worse for wear despite its fifteen-minute brow-beating. Most of the late-night traffic whizzed above their heads on the aeroway, but there were more than a few taxis and four-wheels competing for asphalt beside them.

Changkyun looked in every car for help, but it took a lot for other Seoul City denizens to bother with their neighbors—everyone was looking for help these days.

His magnetic captor tapped her ear, and her sultry voice cut the night. “Hey, Min.”

She was smiling now, different from how she’d smiled at Changkyun. There was warmth in it, something that touched those fathomless eyes. Irritation blossomed in his chest.

“I got the herring,” she continued, unfazed. “See you in twenty? Okay, love ya.”

With that, she hung up, and only the whoosh of highway beneath the wheels and Changkyun’s resentment filled the cabin.

“Who was that?” he said after a minute.

She shrugged. “You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“Him?” He let the hollowness of that word reverberate. Every time it rebounded in his ear, a sour taste spread across his tongue. “And ‘love you’? Really? After what we just did back there?”

Now, she scoffed, which was even more insulting than her affection for a disembodied voice.

“While we’re on the topic,” he pressed, “I can’t believe you left me hanging like that. That was some real selfish bullshit.”

He heard the steering wheel squeal under her iron grip. “You want to talk to me about selfish? Changkyun, your whole life’s been about you and what you want. You didn’t even ask me my name before you fucked me.”

It was as if she’d slammed on the brakes.

Holy shit. He hadn’t. It hadn’t even occurred to him. He’d introduced himself and flirted with disaster despite her very clear strangulation-based warnings, hoping she’d cow to his sexual whims, and once she had, that was all that had consumed him.

“It’s Xe, by the way, if you care to know the name of your new warden.”

Changkyun said nothing. He watched the shifting palette of the city fly by—the vibrant frenzy of The Troughs, the dark dominance of The Leviathan, and, finally, the tragic pallor of Bothy Town. The car juddered over the fading relic of the Banpo Bridge, where the black waters of the Han licked the greasy shoreline. He’d seen it all before, and he cared about it all less than ever. He may as well have been lost in the vacuum of space.

“Did you do this to Kai?” he blurted into the thickening tension.

Xe said nothing.

“Did he make you cum, too?”

This time, she laughed darkly. “That’s what you’re worried about? You men are so predictably competitive.”

Changkyun shifted toward her and narrowed his eyes. “He didn’t, did he?”

The smile disappeared from her face, and she jerked the wheel toward the other lane of traffic to swivel her captive in his seat.

“So what was this? Just another way to humiliate me?” he asked, his voice more pathetic than he’d intended.

“Please. This has never, ever been about you, Im Changkyun.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to believe that when you were just moaning my name in a back alley?”

“Oh, get over it,” Xe retorted. Her eyes were on the crumbling ribbon of asphalt, but even from his spectator seat, he could tell she was looking somewhere a million miles away. “Sometimes it’s just about sex. You should know that better than anybody, considering the family business.”

His brow furrowed. She knew him—everything about him evidently. Why should he be surprised? He’d obviously been targeted, he’d assumed, for ransom, but the scathing way she talked about his father’s company lingered like a shameful brand on Changkyun’s skin. It burned almost as much as the notion that what they’d just done had been nothing more meaningful than a stage performance.

And why should that bother him? He’d been using people as a means to an end his whole life. That’s how he’d gone into this thing in the first place—with his eyes wide-open and his dick painfully hard. It was fucking for the sake of fucking, a way to pass the time from shitty day to shitty day.

But somewhere along the way, it wasn’t anymore. Changkyun wanted her—not just tonight, but every night of the week, if she would have let him, mods and all. The idea was as foreign as Icelandic to him, but it was there, the knowledge pressing heavily on his heart like an anvil. She was exciting and surprising and fucking untouchable now, and his heart tightened at the thought of her.

Dread snowballed in his chest as he realized, “So this is about my dad.”

The corners of Xe’s eyes softened, and Changkyun could finally see the true breadth of her damage.

“It’s about my sister.”

As his captor piloted toward the blackened steel face of The Old Smokestack, the other four-wheels on the highway disappeared. The aeroway juked back toward civilization, and suddenly, they were truly alone.

With every mile further they drove, the darkness oozed its tentacles a little closer. There were no ten-story billboards in The Stack, no restaurants or clubs or apartments. Decades ago, the residents had fled with the industry, like hermit crabs scuttling for a better home, and now it was nothing but a crumbling shell. The only light here came from barrel fires and, sometimes, building fires. Police didn’t bother to patrol it, and Seoul’s elite shuttered their windows that faced it.

People didn’t go to this side of the Han unless they didn’t want to come back.

Changkyun should have cared about that fact, but he was too caught up in the pale silhouette beside him with the high eyes and the heavy heart.

As they eased into the empty veins of The Stack, Xe killed the headlights.

“We’re almost there,” she said, but Changkyun shook his head and sighed in frustration.

Despite the fact that he had lived most of his life trading game for game, he was now bone-weary of them. Maybe it was because he’d never been used as the pawn before.

“What about your sister?” he repeated, and her steel hand creaked around the butt of the pistol.

She swallowed.

“I got sick when I was 15. My sister had been taking care of me since our parents died a couple years before, but the diagnosis took us by surprise. My sister leveraged everything they’d left us for treatments, but after the hospitals drained our accounts, the doc said either they amputated or the cancer would consume me. We didn’t have anything left to pay for replacements, so she did what she always does—she took care of me.

“She was gorgeous, you know, and she was 19, so needless to say, all the brothels came hunting at the first scent of blood in the water. Starship gave her the best deal,” Xe said numbly, and after another long swallow, added, “and she took it. I got a new arm and leg, but I lost my sister, and that was like losing my heart.

“We’re not allowed contact,” she continued venomously. “You fuckers think family ties are too risky for business. Can’t be a productive indentured sex servant when your kid sister’s pleading with you to come home. I’m just supposed to accept her credit transfers and wait for her to age out. Well, I say fuck that. We’re storming Starship, and I’m getting my sister back. I finally have the skills and the crew to do it, and with you, I have the last thing I need.”

Changkyun’s eyes bugged, as much at her story as his revelation: “You want me to help break out your sister from my father’s company?”

Xe shrugged. “It’s more like I’m going to make you do it regardless, but it’d be more convenient if you wanted to help.”

Her words were so cold, so utilitarian, Changkyun felt the urge to scrub his soul.

“So, you fucked me because you need me?”

“No,” she corrected, “I fucked you because you’re hot, I wanted to, and I need you. You do your part, and maybe I’ll give you the parting gift you didn’t get at the club.”

Not that Changkyun needed the reminder. His balls still ached with the load he never got to spill. He felt a flare of fresh lust hotter than the roaring barrel fire they just passed, but he smothered it as fast as he could. It was pathetic, really, with everything he now knew.

At last, he could see it—how she’d been wielding his every weakness against him as expertly as a fillet knife, and now he could feel every cut to the bone.

His forehead slumped against the window as his eyes easily found the crimson needle of Starship in Seoul’s hectic skyline. “You know that’s my dad’s business, not mine.”

“I know,” Xe said quietly.

Beneath the foot of The Stack, the car slipped into a tunnel blacker than an abyss, and in the perfect sensory deprivation, the walls closed around Changkyun’s head and heart.

He sniffed a laugh that resounded a thousand times louder in the nothingness. “Joke’s on you. You’ve severely overestimated my importance. My face can get you in, but it also locks you out.”

“I don’t need access,” said Xe. “I need a distraction. It’s a long way to the top floor.”

“The top—” Changkyun cut himself off as he wrapped his mind around her words.

Suddenly, a sickly yellow diffused the darkness as they pulled into a hidden garage illuminated by a humming generator, and with the light came another revelation.

“Your sister is Winter?” he gaped.

“My sister’s Denarii,” Xe contradicted sharply.

Changkyun shook his head frantically. “If you’re counting on my blood ties to get her out, you’re in for a rude awakening. She’s Dad’s greatest acquisition, and I’m his biggest disappointment.”

She tutted. “I’ve had six years to plan this. I’ve got weapons, supplies, a team, and nothing left to lose.”

“You don’t understand—” he hedged, but Xe wouldn’t hear it.

She turned to him, the pistol in her lap though her gaze was just as deadly. “You’re the last thing I need, Changkyun, so it’s time to decide. The easy way or the hard way?”

It sounded like a simple choice, but he knew it wasn’t. One way or another, he was going back in that glass fortress to cement his legacy as World’s Biggest Fuckup, and he guaranteed none of these dreamers understood the true impossibility of the job before them.

He looked at the steely beauty before him. Despite her textbook apathetic face, a sheen of sweat glistened in the hollow of her throat while the artery in her neck throbbed. Though she was playing it cooler than anybody he’d ever seen, she was fueled by the same nerves and adrenaline that spiked his heart.

“Time’s up,” Xe said as she pulled back her cowl and revealed her true self to him. “What’s it gonna be, lover boy?”

In the end, no matter what he chose, when it came to Starship, there was only one option: the hard way. May as well eke out the last little bit of fun he could before it cost him everything.

“I’m in.”

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Genre: smut (!) Words: 5.822 Prompt: Guardian Demon Kihyun Warnings: Violence (he’s a demon, what did you expect), dirty talk, fingering, unsafe sex (please use protection, kids), light cumplay (I’m so sorry)

A/N: The beginning is inspired by Clean eyes on AO3, I never finished reading it because it literally destroyed me several times, but if you are into that and into Chanki, I highly recommend it. Thanks to the lovely @im-a-special-bebe who made this beautiful moodboard. She posts those from time to time and they are awesome, so check her out. Also if anyone cares the working title was literally: Kihyun birthday demon, good job me. This is not part of my still unfinished Halloween promts, I just like supernatural concepts who am I kidding Not betaed because I’m a horrible person and because this is already late. So all mistakes are my own. Also I can’t believe I wrote this filth, I legit got possessed in the midst of writing this, I swear. Please feel free to sream at me about this once you’ve read it And most importantly: Happy belayed birthday, Kihyun. I hope your day was amazing and you will nerver read this 🖤

Demon: A vicious creature who is a subordinate to one of the rulers of hell and gifted with different supernatural powers. Some of them, especially the more powerful ones, once were angles before they became tainted by sin and fell from heaven. Oddly enough their name originates from the Greek word Daimon translating to guardian spirit.

You usually weren’t one to go to shitty college parties at a random frat’s house, but your whole week had been fucked up and you really needed to get your mind off of the things that had happened. Not only had you managed to spill coffee on yourself twice but it also was in class in front of your crush. You also had tripped over nothing while running to catch your bus which had resulted in you scraping your knee open and missing the bus. You were also pretty sure a man casually walking the street had seen you fall and laughed at you. And if all of that wasn’t enough, you were pretty sure your crush had also seen you when you arrived late to class, drenched to the bone because it of course had not only started to rain but your umbrella had broken as soon as you had pulled it out of your bag.

So in conclusion your week hadn’t been going well. So what worse could happen if you went drinking alone at this random party because your best friend had cancelled last minute because she had to rush to the vet because her cat was hit by a car? Exactly: A lot of things. First your crush was also here which made you more nervous than it should have. But he was looking illegally good with his hair styled upwards and a neat button down with the sleeves rolled up. And second you had already been tugged away by one of the frat boys, who you shared some classes with, to join in a horrible drinking game which not only left you with a light buzz already but of course when you got up to catch some air outside you bumped into your crush resulting in him almost dumping his drink all over you.

This was what had led to your current situation which was simultaneously best and the worst that could have happened: You were standing in the empty kitchen with your crush, trying to make casual conversation while he was mixing himself a new drink because his old one had ended up all over the floor. “You look really hot today,” he said, letting his eyes roam your body, lips curling into a smirk behind his red plastic cup. Blushing you tried to hide behind your own cup, taking a long sip to calm your nerves. You did dress up a little bit, the dark blue dress showing off more skin than you usually showed and the black stockings hid your scraped knee while also looking cute. “We are in the same literature class, right? I never noticed how good you looked,” he kept flirting, raking his hand through his styled hair. You could just nod, silently sipping your drink until a stranger aggressively pushed past you in the kitchen, making you lose your balance, resulting in you almost falling if your crush hadn’t caught you. Blushing again you apologized for being so clumsy. “Well this isn’t too bad, is it?” Your crush asked, tightening the grip he had on your waist, pressing you against his chest.

Grinning and setting his cup down, he slowly closed the distance between you and him. Just seconds before your lips were touching his, the stranger who had shoved you on his way inside, loudly cleared his throat, making your crush stop and glare at him. “What’s your problem dude?” He asked while releasing you from his grip and walked over to the man, clearly irritated. Even though the stranger was a couple of centimetres shorter, he didn’t back down even in the slightest and stared directly into the other male’s eyes when he spoke. “I would rather not witness you tainting this kitchen or this girl right now,” he spoke calmly, pronouncing every syllable very carefully. “Tainting? What decade are you from dude?” Your crush asked, laughing at the very handsome stranger. His jaw seemed like it was chiselled out of marble, his pale skin just as flawless as his expensive looking black suit jacket and his dark eyes had a sharp edge to them, almost animalistic. When the stranger just raised one of his perfectly arched brows and didn’t give an answer, your crush huffed in anger. “So you ruin my chance to get laid tonight but don’t have the balls to talk back to me?” Hearing that almost made you choke on air. Who had said anything about you having sex with your crush tonight? Was that what he had planned on doing? Was he just after a quick fuck? Sure he already had a couple of girlfriends through the year but you had never taken him for the type to just be after that type of stuff. “I merely don’t want to descend down to your level of standards when it comes to conversations,” the stranger answered calmly, his face an expressionless mask and you couldn’t help the little laugh escaping your lips.

“You find that funny?” your crush snarled and turned back to you, face contorted with anger, making him look so unlike himself. “I... No, I jus-”, you stuttered trying to explain yourself. The way he looked at you really made you feel uncomfortable. “Hm, bitch, cat got your tongue now?” He continued to curse at you, taking a step towards you. “Don’t touch her again,” the stranger interfered, his tone carrying a strange weight that didn’t tolerate any misbehaviour. A wide grin was spreading on your crushes face when he slowly stretched his arm towards you, eyes on the stranger. Crowding your body against the kitchen counter you tried to bring as much space between you and your crush. Your heart was beating furiously, the blood rushing through your system drowning out the sounds of the party. “I’m giving you one last warning,” the stranger growled in response, eyes narrowed in anger. Before you could realize what was happening, the stranger had leapt forward and twisted the wrist of your crushes hand, that was about to touch your skin, making him wail in pain. “I don’t like being talked back to. I ordered you to not touch her and yet you chose to disobey,” the stranger spoke through gritted teeth, “You know what I do to those who disobey me?” When your crush didn’t answer, the stranger broke his expressionless mask and grinned. “I will show you exactly what I do, creature.” Taking the other’s wrist in both hands, the stranger quickly but pressure on the joint until you first could hear bones cracking before your crush screamed in pain, falling to his knees and clutching his hand which was now helplessly dangling off his arm.

Yanking your crush by his hair to make him look up, the stranger spoke dangerously calm: “Do not come near her again or I will take my time breaking all of your knuckles separately before I snap your wrist. I might not even stop there. Maybe I will take the time to dislocate your shoulder, break a couple of ribs or shatter the bones in your arms so you won’t even be able to touch anyone ever again. Did you understand?” Still whining in pain the other didn’t answer. “I asked a question, creature. I will not repeat myself.” “I understand, fallen one,” your crush whimpered, baring his throat to the stranger who immediately released his grip as if it was burning him. “Leave this place,” he spat out before looking at you for the first time tonight.

You didn’t even notice your ex-crush scrambling to get up and hurrying out of the kitchen when you felt the stranger’s gaze wandering over your body. To say you were terrified wasn’t even enough to describe the fear you felt. He had just broken this guy’s wrist just because he had tried to touch you again. “You have nothing to fear, girl. I can’t hurt you,” he said after a while. “I think you are perfectly capable of hurting me after what I saw,” you dared to say which earned you a grin from the man in front of you. “I didn’t say that I wasn’t capable of it. I just said that I couldn’t.” Swallowing around the lump that had formed in your throat, you willed your body to not shudder at his words. “We should leave this place. There are way too many disgusting creatures here and I don’t have the desire to let you witness any more violence today.” With that the stranger took your hand in his and led you out of the kitchen, through the mass of drunk people and out of the house.

When he began walking in the direction that your apartment was, your brain seemed to finally catch on to what had just happened and you shook off his hand. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked down at your now separated hands before raising an eyebrow in question. Gaping at him with an open mouth you just managed to breathe out a “What the fuck” before the scene in the kitchen played again before your eyes. “You just broke that guy’s wrist.” “You just noticed?” He asked teasingly while running a hand through his messy dark brown hair. “He didn’t even do anything.” “He would have if I hadn’t stopped him. You heard him say it.” That knocked the wind out of your sails. He was right of course. But that didn’t mean that you had to admit it. “What if that’s what I wanted?” You asked, feigning confidence that you really didn’t have. For all that you knew this man was aggressive and did not shy away from using violence. “No.” “No? What do you mean no? Who are you anyways to patronise me like this?” You asked the stranger, getting angry. “You may call me Kiyhun,” he answered calmly, scanning the surroundings, probably for any passer-by that heard your shouting. “Oh, I may?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your lips, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Listen up, princess,” Kiyhun began speaking while shedding his suit jacket, leaving him in a black turtleneck, before draping it across your bare shoulders, “I can sense that you are getting cold, scream at me all you want when I brought you back to your apartment but let me assure you: You did not want to go home and spend the night with that foul creature.” Blushing from his sudden gentle move, you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, it was indeed getting chilly. When Kihyun began walking again, you hurried to fall into step with him again. You couldn’t quite make sense of him. First he was all violent towards that guy and now he acted all gentle towards you even though he was a stranger to you. You were pretty sure you had never even seen him even once on campus. A man like him stood out with his handsome features and sharp style. How did he know who you were and where you were living? “You still haven’t answered my question though,” you whispered after some time. “What question?” “I asked who you are.”

Wrinkling his nose, Kihyun almost nervously rubbed his neck. “That’s not an easy question to answer, princess. You weren’t supposed to ever meet me.” “What does that even mean?” You asked in confusion. “I was sent to protect you. In secret. From the shadows. It’s what I have been doing for a while now, trying to keep you away from foul creatures like that one at the party. But you are quite the stubborn person,” he chuckled darkly. “I didn’t think you would keep approaching him after you spilled coffee on yourself twice.” “You made me spill my coffee?” You didn’t believe him. How would he have done that if you had never seen him? “One of my many talents,” he only grinned and wiggled his fingers. Rolling your eyes at his innuendo, you groaned: “How are you any better than him?” “Never said I was. Technically speaking I’m worse than him but I already told you that I can’t hurt you, princess,” he told you with a wink before opening the door to your apartment complex for you, mind you without any key. Catching your surprised look he just cryptically said: “Told you those fingers had more talents.”

The walk up the stairs was quiet and before you could search for your keys, Kihyun had already opened the door to your apartment, holding it open for you with a sly grin. “After you, princess.” Blushing at the nickname, you stepped past him, toeing your shoes off and neatly hanging his jacket up. “What... What are we supposed to do now?” You asked him, unsure about what he had meant before when he had told you about how he was supposed to protect you. From what? It wasn’t like you lived in a terrible area of the city where you had to fear getting robbed or assaulted. “Whatever you want, princess,” Kihyun answered, slipping out of his shoes and making his way to your living room like he owned the place. Had he been in here before? Had he broken into your place? “I’m going to make a cup of tea, would you like anything?” You asked him, at a loss what you should do, too many questions filling your head. He just shook his head, inspecting the pictures you had put up on your wall. The little time it took for the water to boil was barely enough to sort out your thoughts. Who or what was the stranger? And what was that whole protecting thing about?

Now sitting on your couch with him, sipping your tea in silence you still weren’t sure what to make of everything that had happened today. “You look like you want to ask something,” Kihyun ripped you from your thoughts. “I don’t know where to start,” you admitted, searching for the right way to ask the question that had been in your mind for a long time now. “What exactly are you, Kihyun? You definitely aren’t human. Humans can’t cause accidents without even being in the same space or open doors without keys. Or tell people that they have been sent by someone to protect you from creatures, not men but creatures.” He chuckled and focused his wandering eyes back on your face. “I thought you would never ask, princess. I already told you part of my name. The rest of my title would be prince Kihyun, fallen angel, one of the 72 demons of Ars Goetia, tainted by lust, banned from heaven by the archangels themselves who used to call me their brother.”

Your mouth opened to reply something but your mind was wiped clean. What does one even reply to something like this? “That’s why he called you fallen one?” You decided to ask to fill the silence that had settled between you two. Kihyun just nodded, his eyes somehow seemed like he wasn’t with you, like he was lost in a memory or something. “And someone told you to protect me?” Another quick nod. “And who was that?” At that he just shrugged his shoulders. “They didn’t reveal themselves. But they needed to perform a powerful ritual to bind a prince of hell.”

“But why do I get a guardian demon? Everyone gets guardian angels.” That statement made Kihyun burst out in laughter. It was probably the most beautiful, melodic laughter you had ever heard. Not quite the laugh that made you laugh with them just for the sake of laughing but a laugh that made you smile softly and tinted your cheeks a rosy colour. “Angels wouldn’t even bat an eye at any human’s problems. They just don’t care. Everyone thinks they are these empathetic creatures who just want the best for everyone which is as far from the truth as it could be. They are cold-hearted, calculating beings with no desires other than keeping everything as it is and follow their orders without questioning them,” he lectured you, raking a hand through his messy hair again, causing a couple of dark strands to fall into his face. You had to grab your teacup harder to not give in to the need to push them back to feel if they were as silky as they seemed. “But what about demons? Aren’t they supposed to just follow their desires no matter what? And just mess with people just because it gives them joy? How does that make them any better?” “We aren’t. But we are different. Angles and demons or more specifically fallen angles are two sides of the same medal. One side cold and indifferent, the other only lead by their own desires. But both seem to only care about themselves,” he spoke calmly, stretching his arms out on the backrest of the couch, picking at a loose thread near your head.

“And what are you supposed to do now? Follow me everywhere like a stalker and keep embarrassing me in front of everyone when a creep is present?” “I suppose,” Kihyun sighed before he grinned at you, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth, “But embarrassment doesn’t seem to quite work on you. You are quite persisting, princess.” You blushed but didn’t know whether it was because of the pet name so casually slipping over his plush lips or because of his teasing. “How long do you have to do this?” you asked after sipping the lost drop of your tea, gently setting the mug down. “Until the binding breaks I guess. Depends on whoever cast it in the first place. You don’t know anyone who would know how to summon and bind a demon by chance?” “I didn’t even know creatures like demons or angles were real until today. I still don’t really believe it,” you confessed, scared and fascinated by your guardian at the same time.

“Oh, I can show you just how real I am,” the demon grinned and scooted closer to you, your bare thigh touching his, the feeling of the rough denim making you shiver. “Sensitive, aren’t we, princess?” He grinned, placing one of his hands where your stocking met your bare skin, toying with the elastic, letting it snap against your skin in a playful manner. Taking a shaky breath, you tried to not let him affect you so much but he was really close to you and you could swear you could feel his breath ghosting over your lips. Getting bolder, Kihyun teasingly slipped one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder, kissing the skin gently before kissing his way up to your neck where he sucked harshly on your pulse point, leaving a purple bruise behind. Moaning in pleasure you bared your neck for him, granting him further access to your sensitive skin. You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, his teeth scraping against your skin making you whimper.

“I’ll give you one chance to tell me to stop, princess,” he spoke, his lips almost touching yours while his hand on your thigh slowly made its way to the hem of your dress. When he didn’t hear any words of complaint but only heavy breathing, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, claiming your mouth. Not wasting any time, he hiked your dress up and pushed your thighs apart to cup your panty clad sex, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. Kihyun swallowed the moan that escaped your lips and let his tongue slip between your lips. Tangling your hands in his messy hair you tried to push him even closer to you, your body arching against him. Grinning he broke the kiss. “Eager to find out how good I can make you feel with my hands alone?” He asked while taking in your already wrecked appearance: Your eyes were blown wide in pleasure and you ground your hips shamelessly against his hand when he had stopped moving it against you. “Answer me, princess,” he whispered into your ear, his free hand grabbing your hair and exposing your neck to him. “Please, Kihyun,” you managed to say, biting down on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out. Chuckling he pulled the damp fabric of our panties to the side so he could gather your arousal on his fingers. “So wet for me already,” he moaned before attaching his lips to your neck again while slipping a finger inside you, pulling a satisfied moan from your lips which turned into a whine when he didn’t start to move his finger immediately instead gently circling his thumb on your clit. “You have to work for it, princess,” Kihyun breathed, placing a kiss on the abused flesh on your neck, where a dark bruise was already forming. Sighing while grinding your hips against his finger, you formed the words he had wanted to hear: “What do you want me to do?”

Growling deep in his chest, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss and thrust his finger into your heat harshly, filling the silent room with obscene noise. You broke the kiss with a loud moan when he added a second finger and crooked them just right so he was massaging your sweet spot. Just when you felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly quick, the demon quickly pulled his fingers from your heat and pushed them past your lips instead before any complaints could leave them. Almost instinctively you sucked on the digits and swirled your tongue around them, tasting your arousal. “I want you to undress, princess. Then you will sit on my lap where I can spread your beautiful thighs apart and reward your little pussy for being so obedient,” the demon demanded, his voice deeper than before, rumbling in his chest, before he pulled his finger from your lips and sat back against the couch, spreading his legs out. Wanting nothing more than his hands back on your body, you stood up with shaky legs, gradually slipping the second strap of your dress off. “You are in no position to tease me, princess,” Kihyun growled, palming himself through his jeans. The sight of his cock straining the dark fabric made your mouth water. Almost ripping your dress and panties off of you, you fell to your knees in front of him, stroking his strong thighs, eyes fixed to his hand moving lazily along the outlines of his dick.

“You want me that bad, princess?” You only managed to nod before he grabbed your hair and pushed you against him, making you nuzzle his clothed erection. A shaky breath left his parted lips when he felt your hands undo his pants to push them down, the lack of underwear making you chuckle. His cock wetly slapped against the skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up, a bead of precum glistening at the head. When you just stared at the bare size of it, he grinned smugly. “What are you waiting for, princess?” His voice snapped you out of your stupor and you gave his dick a couple of experimental strokes, spreading the precum to make the slide easier. Licking a stripe from base to tip, tracing one of the prominent veins, you took the head into your mouth while looking up at him. A curse left his lips and he rested his head back when you sucked harshly and swirled your tongue along the sensitive slit, tasting him. Feeling proud that you could make him loose his composure like this, you closed your eyes and slowly took more and more of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head and wrapping your fist around the part you couldn’t fit. “Fuck princess you look so good like this, your pretty lips around my cock, sucking it like you were made for it.” Kihyun’s praise made you moan around him, ripping a growl from him in response. “Look up at me,” he commanded and you gladly obeyed, moaning again at his appearance. He had taken off his turtleneck, exposing the pale flesh of his strong chest. But what turned you on even more was his heated gaze that had turned his eyes into dark pits of obsidian.

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you off of his cock with a wet pop. Catching your breath, you both just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. You were sure you looked just as fucked out as he did, squirming on your knees and pressing your legs together, your sex clenching around nothing in need. “Get up here, princess,” Kihyun ordered, tapping his lap. Not before pressing a last kiss to the flush head of his cock, you slowly climbed onto his lap and claimed his lips in a kiss that was more teeth, tongue and want than anything else. When he grabbed your hips to grind your pussy against his erection, you loudly moaned into each other’s mouths, trying to swallow the sounds. “Please, Kihyun,” you begged again, bracing your arms behind yourself on his thighs, trying to get more of that sweet friction by rolling your hips down against him harder. “Not yet, princess,” he moaned, reaching between your bodies to rub steady circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out both in pleasure and frustration, “I want to see you cum like this first, squirming on my lap, desperate for me to fill you up with my cock, spreading you open.” Another loud moan left your lips at his filthy words. This man would be the death of you, you were sure. You were grinding against his length like a horny teenager trying to get off as fast as you could just to finally feel him inside you. You gasped loudly when he closed his lips around one of your nipples and twirled his tongue around the sensitive nub. Grabbing onto his messy hair, you held him in place, squirming between his hand on your clit and his hot mouth. Feeling your orgasm threatening to wash over you, you aimlessly yanked at his hair, suddenly feeling something hard beneath your hands. Looking down in confusion you saw two little horns hidden in Kihyun’s hair. The realization that he actually still was a dangerous creature along with his eyes looking up at you from where he was still sucking on you nipple, made you trip over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard.

Throwing your head back in pleasure you felt his grip around your hips tighten. The moan of the demon’s name got stuck in your throat when he suddenly lifted you up and thrust his length into you while you were still shaking and clenching around nothing from your orgasm. A loud curse left Kihyun’s lips when he ground his dick inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good, princess, squeezing my dick like that.” Still riled up despite your orgasm, you kissed him feverishly, fingers finding his horns again, stroking along the base of them. Gasping against your lips, Kihyun bucked his hips up, fucking his erection even deeper into you. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” the demon growled into your ear before sucking another hickey on your neck. Grinning you lifted your hips and sank down on him again, loving the slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. Picking up a slow rhythm, you tried to find the right angle for him to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. Gasping when his cock was hitting it just right, you yanked at his hair to pull his lips from your neck to kiss him feverishly. Moaning into the air between you, you picked up the rhythm of your hips and gently massaged the base of his horns before whispering: “Fuck me like you mean it, demon.”

That made something snap inside Kihyun, an inhuman growl escaping his throat as he gripped your hips hard to hold you in place to fuck up into you hard and precise, making you squirm and moan in pleasure. “Watch your mouth, princess. Even with you on top of me, I’m the one in charge, you understand that?” He spat out between ragged breaths, landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you arch in his hold. Suiting the action to the word, he placed his feet more firmly to the floor, getting more leverage to slam his cock inside you. With each thrust his hips met yours and you let your head fall beside his, the breathy moans you let out only spurring him on even more. “Is that what you wanted, princess?” he growled, “You want to cum all over my cock?” Not able to form any coherent sentences, you just let out an embarrassingly high pitched moan, clutching tighter to him, raking your nails down his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach already tighten. It just took Kihyun to slip a hand between your bodys to rub quick circles into your clit, to trip you over the edge, the orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one. Your whole body was trembling and it felt like your blood had been exchanged with molten lava. You let out a string of curses, clutching tight to your guardian demon, riding out the pleasure with soft circles of your hips. Yanking his head down so you could kiss him again, you lazily licked into his mouth.

“I’m not finished with you princess,” Kihyun breathed when you two separated, grinding his still hard cock into you, making you whimper, your body still sensitive. He gave you some time to come back down from your orgasm, gently running his hands along the curves of your body. “Come on princess, be a good girl for me. Hands and knees, let me see that beautiful ass,” he instructed when your legs finally had stopped shaking, lifting you off of his cock. You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness when you shifted on the sofa, arching your back. Chuckling he grabbed a handful of your ass and kneaded the soft flesh. Almost purring you wiggled closer to him until you could feel his cock slide against your backside. Grinding against you, the demon pushed a hand between your shoulder blades so your upper body was pressed against the cushions, making your back arch. “So pretty and all spread out for me,” he murmured, grabbing the base of his erection tightly and teasing your entrance with the head of his dick. “Please,” you begged, needing him back inside you.

“If you ask so nicely, who am I to deny you?” The demon growled, pushing into you in one swift move, wasting no time in setting a harsh pace, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the silence of the room along with your moans and his groans. When he started to grip your ass so tight, you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, pulling you back onto him and his rhythm faltering you could tell that he was getting close. Growling deep in his chest, the demon grabbed your hair, pulling you up so you where flush against him, the change of the angle making you cry out and clench around him. “Fuck, princess, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last much longer,” he panted into your neck, snapping his hips more vigorously and reaching around you to rub tight circles in your clit. “I’m so close please don’t stop,” you begged him, tears close to spilling over from all the pleasure you were feeling, throat raw from all the moaning. When you were right on the edge of your orgasm, you clenched down around him, squirming in his hold. But that was already enough to send him over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his load moan.

Groaning he let go of you, causing you so slump back against the sofa, his softening cock slipping out of you. “No, no, no,” you squirmed, pushing back against him, “Need you back inside me.” “Don’t worry princess,” Kiyhun chuckled, watching his cum drip out of your clenching pussy, “Three time’s the charm, they say.” Dragging a finger through your folds, he gathered the cum that had leaked and fucked it right back into you, ripping a moan from your throat. “Ass up,” he commanded and you immediately obeyed, arching your back further. Slapping your ass once, the demon fucked three of his fingers into you before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. With how close you had been before he had reached his climax, it didn’t took long for you to be right on the edge again, your moans rising in pitch. “I’m gonna cum,” you choked out, not even realizing the tears that were staining the pillows beneath you. “Cum for me, princess,” Kihyun breathed, barely audible over the sound of your moans and whimpers but the vibrations it send to your clit send you over the edge for the third time that night, your whole body going taut before every strength left you, slumping against the cushions, legs twitching. Pleased with how fucked out you were, the demon pulled his fingers from your twitching heat, licking them clean from your arousal, humming in satisfaction.

“You believe me now when I tell you I’m real despite being a demon?” He breathed into your skin when he kissed his way up your spine before pulling your body flush with his, wrapping you up in his arms. “Very real,” you murmured, reaching to tread your hands through his damp hair, trailing your fingers over his horns, making a sigh leave his lips. “I like those,” you giggled, taking a closer look at his dark horns peeking out from his messy hair. Chuckling he nuzzled his head into your hand. “If you keep scratching them like this, I’m going to fall asleep in no time.” “No round two?” You playfully pouted at him. “I don’t think either you or me have another round in us right now,” Kihyun grinned, running a hand along your still shaking thigh. “How come you are this exhausted? I thought demons tainted by lust could go for longer,” you teased him, pillowing your head near his heartbeat. “Restricting myself costs quite some energy, princess. I didn’t plan on suddenly knocking various furniture everywhere because my wings decided to sprout because I lost control completely. My horns weren’t supposed to come out either,” the demon said, voice already heavy with sleep. “You have wings? Like with real feathers?” Pulling you closer to him, he softly kissed your hair. “If you are a good girl and stay out of trouble, I might show you sometime.”

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Keeping Up

Part 1 // Part 2

Length: 0.8k

Rating: [M]

Pairing: reader x monsta x wonho x winner mino

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Keeping up with the two guys had never been easy for you, since those six feet tall hunks had longer legs than your five feet self. Calling out to them to slow down, you merely got a reaction as they continued swaggering their way towards the house.

Cursing the taxi driver for dropping you all a block away from home, you try to run after them while staggering in your heels.

I'm never wearing heels again! You curse in your head and almost ram into Mino's back, who was waiting for Wonho to unlock the door. You stumble back and feel slightly dizzy due to your alcohol intake at the party, and almost don't notice Mino turn around to grab you by your waist.

"You okay?" He asks in his husky voice, looking straight in your eyes.

You blink several times and your vision stops swimming as you focus onto Mino's face. You smile, "Yeah."

Mino returns your smile. "Cool."

"You guys gonna stop flirting and get in or what?" Wonho yells from the doorstep, clearly irritated.

Mino laughs and let's you go, while you feel your neck heating up due to embarrassment.

"We're not flirting! Gosh Wonho..." You put on a front while rushing inside, with Wonho and Mino following you. Coming to a halt at the foot of the staircase, you announce, "I'm going to take a shower."

Neither of them seems to care as they plop down on the couch and each pick up a game console. You sigh and head upstairs. Entering your room, you close the door and head for the en-suite. You turn on the shower from a safe distance and fix it to a moderately warm temperature. While waiting for the water to get warmer, you stare into the distance thinking about your life which you often did whenever you stepped inside the shower.

You used to be closer with Wonho and Mino -you all have been best friends since kindergarten- something just shifted between you three around adolescence. The boys seemed to get closer while you seemed to drift apart from the duo, mingling more with the girls and they with the boys. Even now that you three live in the same house and go to the same university, your friendship could be mended into the same sort that it had been before. Now, there is this queer feeling between you and the guys that you can't quite figure out.

Absentmindedly, you reach out to touch the water when a pair of arms enclose around your waist. You stiffen and the person's arms tighten around you in the process. However, instead of a strange sensation, the back hug feels warm and familiar.

"Wonho?" You turn around to find his dark eyes scorching into your soul. You blink due to this change of behaviour and stumble away from him, while he takes a step forward. You can't look away from him, your eyes seem to be connected to his as if by a magnetic force, as he steps forward again. You take a step back and warm water hits your body, making you break out of the trance you had fallen in. You look at him in shock as he steps under the shower too all the while staring at you intensely.

"Wonho?" You whisper as he is now mere inches away from your body. He doesn't respond, instead, he steps closer until he's pressed against you and your back hits the wall. You gasp as you feel the cold tile through your soaked shirt as Wonho pins to wall you by your waist. His chest presses against yours and you shiver, both due the warmth and the tingling sensation that runs down your spine. You lick your lips, something you habitually do when you don't know what to do, and he swoops down to capture them.

Wonho kisses your upper lip, sucking on it and savouring your taste while his hands move from your waist to pin your hands above your head. He deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside your mouth and striking up a fiery dance with yours. You feel faint with euphoria, as lava seems to scorch through your veins and you arch your back, leaving no space between his and your bodies.

That seems to fuel his passion as he hungrily feasts on your mouth, kissing you harder and deeper with a new-born fervent urgency. Eventually, he lets go of your hands to grab your thighs and pick you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and entangle your fingers in his hair as your lips mould into his as a swift scale of intensity leaves you both wanting for more.

A sudden knock makes you hurriedly break your kiss and you look at Mino in horror as he leans on the doorway of the bathroom. Wonho opens his eyes in utter irritation and turns his head to glare at Mino who is smirking at both of you.

“Having fun without me, huh?”

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A/N: Hello there! Thank you for reading till the end. I hope you enjoyed it! This is my first post on tumblr so please be considerate :3 I will be back with better content, so please keep an eye out! Have a good day/night :)

p.s. the story continues in Part 2 so do move on there for more!

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taetaesbitch · 4 years

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Masterlist

Welcome to my Masterlist, I hope you enjoy it. I am willing to take requests but I am still pretty new to this stuff. I don't really have any limits so send whatever! At the moment, I only write Monsta X and BTS content. Here is what I write and will take requests for:

One shots

Reactions

Series

Taehyung

My Secret K-pop Idol: Chapter 1 (Seduction), Chapter 2 (Strawberries), Chapter 3 (Surprise!), Chapter 4 (Soaking), Chapter 5 (Suspicion), Chapter 6 (Punishment)

Suga

Naughty - Part 1, Part 2

Jungkook

Playing With Fire: Chapter 1 (Fire Dancer), Chapter 2 (It’s a fiend thing), Chapter 3 (Mind-Blowing)

J-Hope

All Members

Shownu

Backstage (One shot)

Wonho

Minhyuk

Control - Part 1

Joohoney

Reprimand (Oneshot)

Kihyun

Hyungwon

Reprimand (Oneshot)

All Members

#masterlist #monsta_x #monsta x smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #monsta x fanfic

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sheweii · 4 years

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ICON´S - City Lightx

#design #kpop smut #exo #ateez #sehun #wooyoung #dreamcatcher #red velvet #monsta_x #hyungwoo #joy #edit #capa de fanfic #capa para fic #icons #projeto #art #red #fadas #anjos #bruxas #deuses #mar

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inneedofsomehope · 4 years

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Intensify ~ Monsta X Shownu

Pairing: Female reader X Shownu

Genre: Angst, Smut(ish)

Warnings: None to note

Words: 1.6K

[Masterlist]

A/N: This one-shot is based on a request from an anonymous reader. I haven't been active lately because I haven’t been feeling all too well, but I will try and write more content for all my loyal readers :D. I Don’t really feel like writing smut right now so ya’ll can use your own imagination.

You and your partner Sohn Hyun-woo had been tracking a serial killer that was currently active in Seoul for the past two months, without much success, but now you had gotten a tip about his whereabouts. The both of you were not planning on sitting around and you decided not to waste any time and pay the serial killer a visit. While in the car towards the location，you and him talked over the plan once more.

‘Ok, so you will break down the front door, then he will probably try and flee out of the back door, where I will be waiting,’ Hyun-woo says, securing the belt that holds his taser and his gun. ‘Yes that is the plan, indeed,’ you respond keeping your eyes fixated on the road in front of you. You have left the highway far behind and the hardened road has turned into a mere dirt path. If you squint your eyes you can see the vague outline of a building in the distance. What will the two of you encounter when entering that building, you think to yourself, a bit nervous since this is a serious case you’re dealing with. ‘What will you do when he comes your way?’ the serious voice of your partner breaks your internal conversation. ‘I will wait and see if he is weaponed, if so, and he pulls a weapon, I will taser him.’ Hyun-woo nods pleased with your quick and correct answer. Since you don’t work for the Seoul Criminal Justice department for very long, you are not allowed to work with heavy guns. Part of you is relieved that you are not allowed to use it, part of you is a bit scared that you do not have anything other than a taser to protect yourself.

As the car nears the building, your nerves grow inside, you can barely swallow anymore and you feel like all your senses are on hyperalert. Suddenly you feel a big, warm hand on your knee, startling you a bit. ‘Don't be so jumpy, Y/N. It will all be fine.’ You briefly throw a look towards your partner, catching his eye, a warm feeling floods through your body. You have had these strange, confusing feelings towards him since the day you met him, but your professionalism forbids you from paying attention to these feelings.

You park the car about three-hundred meters away from the building, hidden from view by a group of trees, you will travel the last bit by foot, not risking being seen by the culprit. The key to your visit is the surprise. Slowly the both of you walk towards the building, Hyun-woo softly touching your hand, a reassuring gesture.

With all your might, you kick down the front door of the building, making as much noise as you can, after you have gotten your sign from Hyun-woo. ‘POLICE!’ you yell into the dark hallway. Slowly you walk into the building, holding your taser and a flashlight in front of you. The building smells awful, and it doesn’t look like as if someone has taken their residence inside. Your gut feeling tells you that there is something off. Slowly, warily you continue searching the building. At the end of the hallway there is a door, slightly opened. A vague light comes through the door, he must have been inside that room, fled as soon as you entered. You carefully open the door, not noticing the chain reaction you are starting by moving the door. You walk further into the room, pinpointing that this has to have functioned as living room, as well as kitchen.

‘Y/N YOU MUST GET OUT OF THERE N-...’ you hear Hyun-woo scream into the headset, but at the same moment there happens so much that you can’t take notice of it all, let alone flee the room. The movement of the door had knocked over a glass of water, starting a chemical reaction, leading towards the place that had served as the kitchen, exploding, making the instable roof collapse. You fall down in the position that you have learned during training. Your knees on the ground, as well as your hands, body folded over your knees, arms and hands protecting your head, but it is a futile attempt to save yourself, you think to yourself as the roof collapses on top of you.

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‘Y/N!’

You hear a vague yelling as you slowly open your eyes. There is a lot of dust in the air and you are not able to move. ‘Hyun-woo...’ your throat is clogged with smoke and dust and your voice is barely above a whisper. Soon you feel some weight being lifted off of your body. ‘Y/N, are you there? Can you hear me? Are you ok?’ You can distinguish the fear and panic in Hyun-woo’s voice.

‘I’m here, I think I am ok.’

After a minute or so you can see some light and you can move your body, pushing the rest of the roof off of yourself. Immediately Hyun-woo picks you up, holding you carefully as he runs out of the burning building. Once safe in the car he turns towards your body, checking for serious injuries, but besides a cut on your head and a couple of bruises you are, thankfully, fine. ‘Jesus, you scared me to death...’ Hyun-woo is barely able to form a coherent sentence, his face fear-stricken, his hear disheveled. ‘I am fine, let’s go get out of here before more explodes.’

During the drive back to the base the Seoul Criminal Justice is located in, Hyun-woo can’t help but check up on you every five minutes. Your heart flutters at his concern, but your brain quickly shuts the feeling down. After arriving at the base, you are checked up on quickly. It is not necessary for you to visit the hospital, but you need to be checked during the night to make sure you don’t have a concussion, so it is agreed upon that you will stay the night at the base, together with Hyun-woo. He has to check up on you every 2 hours.

You agree, only because Hyun-woo is staying with you. The thing you actually want is to go home, take a warm shower and crawl under your warm duvet, sleeping until you wake up the next day, but instead, you have to sleep in the hard, uncomfortable beds of the base, using the cold shower.

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After everyone has left the base, and you and Hyun-woo are the only two left, you decide that you will go ahead and take a shower. As the cold water pours down on your sore body you shiver. You would have given anything for a warm shower, and you doubt that you are going to get warm again today. It feels weird to step into the cold shower cabin of the base. You have never used it before and the tiles are cold to your feet. You shower quickly, drying your shivering body with a towel and putting on the spare clothes that you got from Hyun-woo.

‘How are you feeling?’ Hyun-woo his voice echoes through the bathroom. Shyly you step out of the shower stall and face him. ‘I’m feeling ok, a bit cold but nothing extreme,’ sound your answer, voice nothing more than a soft sound. Hyun-woo smiles softly and turns around, walking towards the canteen, currently serving as your so-called living room. You follow his steps and sit down on the sofa. ‘I don’t think that you and I will be working together on this case anymore,’ says Hyun-woo, ‘I think officer Lee and I will finish the job.’ With a startled expression, you look up from your phone. ‘But I am still capable of finishing it together with you!’ your voice sounds louder than you intend, but you can’t take it back now. Within three big strides, Hyun-woo is in front of you, kneeling down in front of the sofa. ‘Y/N, today, my nightmare became reality and I don’t think I can handle it if something would happen to you again.’ ‘Your nightmare...?’ Your brain is working overtime to progress what you just heard. ‘Y/N, I have a confession to make...’ Hyun-woo his face turns red, as well as the tips of his ears and you can’t help yourself but finding it an adorable sight.

‘I... I have liked you for a while now, or at least, I wasn’t sure that I did, but going through what we have been through today opened my eyes. The chance that I can lose you at any given moment scares me, more than I would like to admit,’ he says under his breath.

You don’t believe your ears. You are absolutely flabbergasted. ‘I... I...’ But before you can give an answer, Hyun-woo leans forward, grabbing your face between his big hands and kisses you sweetly.

After kissing his lips, for what seems like an eternity, you pull away. Your breathing is shallow and you feel light-headed. You would never have thought that he would share your feelings. You have a warm feeling in your stomach and you can feel heat and wetness pool between your legs.

‘Tell me if you are not ok, or if you feel uncomfortable. Ok?’

You nod, not trusting your voice. Seeking the confirmation in your eyes, Hyun-woo leans back onto his heels. As soon as he sees that you are sincere, he pulls you off of the sofa, hoists you up into his arms and carries you to the makeshift bedroom.

Desire is pooling in his brown eyes, his dark lashes lying softly against his cheekbones as he closes his eyes and leans in to kiss you again. His tongue softly swipes against your lower lip, asking you for entrance. Without hesitation, you grant him access and his tongue softly.

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Hope you liked it! Comments and feedback are appreciated!

#monstax #hyunwoo #shownu #monsta_x #oneshot #minhyuk #Kihyun #hyunwon #Jooheon #joohoney #I.M #angst #smut #monsta x smut #Monsta x angst #monsta x shownu

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heresyourramenbro · 4 years

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Monsta X React toYou Turning Them on Infront of the Members (Hyung Line) approx 2700 words

Shownu

Shownu being the leader, meant that he was almost always pre occupied by the wellbeing of his members, though this was one of your favourite qualities about him because it showed how good of a father he was going to be someday, sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like a second option. He would do a closed eyed chuckle and push you away lightly whenever you tried to be affectionate around the dorm ‘yah y/n wait for later’ or ‘not whilst the guys are around’ would make up his list of excuses as to why he didn’t want to be seen being publicly affectionate… if you can even call it that. One day after a particularly taxing day at work you were fed up; emotionally, mentally but most of all sexually. All you wanted was to get home and have your boyfriend pick you up by the waste and throw you onto his bed like in all of the movies, however this wasn’t a movie this was just your average life. You were lead in the door by Shownu as he planted a single, unsatisfying kiss upon your cheek as he walked you toward the living room, as usual you exchanged the pleasantries of each other’s day, instantly wrapped up in his stories of a new dance he was in the middle of choreographing almost forgetting the pent up sexual tension you could feel brewing in your abdomen, before you two settled next to one another on the sofa. Slowly as the time ticked by and your heat was reaching boiling point each of the boys started piling in, by the time Hyungwon attempted to take a seat it became evident of the fact that there were none left, you without thinking stood up to offer your seat. As you were about to take up residency on the ground, the heat in the pit of your stomach made you change your course right for the centre of Shownu’s crotch, now you couldn’t deny that you took a few extra steps to get comfortable that required you to create friction from your body to his. Which in turn forced out the faintest moan before he lightly coughed and looked side to side to ensure that none of his members had heard. His buff arms snaked around your waist throwing off your balance, placing you instead in between his legs as his hands found their way to your wrists grabbing them firmly as he alluded to the trouble you were going to be in later, he breathed heavily into the crook of you neck which sent shivers down your spine as his fingers left your wrists instead they found your thighs in which he started tracing circles upon, Shownu had stated many times that he found your thighs irresistible and this was his way of letting you know that he wanted it.

Wonho

In light of Monsta X’s latest comeback Starship had ordered all of the members to work on sculpting their bodies as they wanted to do a sexy concept. This of course was easy for your boyfriend Wonho as he had already spent countless hours in the gym perfecting his already toned body. However, as some of the members namely Hyungwon and Minhyuk had little experience in working out, in order to gain tonnage, they had put your boyfriend in high demand.

If he wasn’t practising, recording or shooting Wonho was constantly in the gym helping his members prepare. Which had been testing the strength of your relationship recently, as you knew dating an idol meant very little free-time, you and Wonho mostly had the evenings together and even then they aren’t exactly what you’d call the greatest quality time, as usually it just involved eating copious amounts of food in order to make up for the long days you both had, which then led to you both getting lethargic from the excess food your body was now digesting, before finally curling up next to each other and falling asleep, though this wasn’t perfect, you loved every moment of it. Now all of a sudden, your few moments together have turned into mere minutes each day. This was starting to take a toll on your mental health to as Wonho was what you wanted to spend your time on, talking, texting or cuddling it didn’t matter as long as it involved him. But now you were left with 0 messages, 0 missed calls and most of all 0 boys to rant about your day with or cuddle up next to on a cold night. You hated to admit it, but you were lonely.

So today you decided you would change things

You woke up to a text from Wonho saying that the he was going to be training from 5pm onwards tonight, and like always that he was sorry that he’d miss you, but he already promised Minhyuk and Hyungwon that he would train them from 6 until “they couldn’t take it any longer” as he would put it. So as 5 o’clock hit you decided to put on your most skimpy active ware, including tight, black, biker shorts and a black sports bra, you knew this combo always made Wonho take a second deeper look at your body as he ‘loved you in black’ you threw one of his hoodies and tracksuits over the top to remain inconspicuous as to your plans for later that day and made your way down to the gym.

“y/ni? I didn’t know you were visiting me today? The boys are going to been here soon” Wonho said with a confused look as he realised who it was

“I thought maybe I could train with you guys today”

“I didn’t think you’d want to train with us” usually you wouldn’t of as the idea of listening to Minhyuk and Hyungwon complain for an hour straight didn’t cross your mind as a fun time.

“I want to improve my mental health, I thought this would be a good time, and it means I get to see you” Wonho just nodded his head in agreement, holding no reason to deny you training with them.

Soon enough the other two had arrived of course not without complain of how tired they were and that you should not be surprised if they cant lift as much as Wonho (not because they don’t have the strength) but because they’d already worked out today and “used up all” of their “muscles for the day”.

“y/n aren’t you going to be too hot in that” Minhyuk remarks nodding towards the oversized sweatshirt you had on

“ 5 minutes in and Minhyuk-ies already trying to get my clothes of” you laugh towards Wonho who angrily stares at Minhyuk not liking the way your comment settled with him.

“YAH hyung I don’t want that I was just being polite” Minhyuk got into a defensive stance ready for the older boy to punish him

“Well you’re not wrong” you suddenly changed to agree with Minhyuk as this was the perfect moment to reveal your outfit to Wonho.

You suddenly stand from your position and slowly begin to loosen the draw strings before having the sweats drop to the floor, you watched Wonho eye of the pants on the floor before slowing inching his way up to your waste before you revealed the second half of your outfit, as you fully unclothed your top layers you shifted your gaze to meet with eyes directly, they had softened from their anger but a new emotion had taken over. Lust. You knew this look all to well and what those eyes meant, and if his eyes weren’t enough. Let’s just say that he wore shorts to the gym today and he suddenly ‘felt’ a non-existent ‘breeze’ as an excuse to cover up with the sweatpants you had previously been wearing.

Somewhere about half-way into the session Wonho dragged you by your arm to the side and made it clear that “Jagi your in trouble for what you did” and that you’d “be receiving a punishment later for acting in such a way”

Minhyuk

Minhyuk with no surprise loved showing you off around the boys, he loved the feeling of power it gave him that you were in his life whilst they would go back to their beds every night lonely, he loved smiling from ear to ear when you would keep up with the boys banter, and the two of you would react havoc amongst the dorm, so that’s why it surprised you so much when you had reached the dorm after trudging through the thick mid-winter snow, your body was shivering all over, you had lost the feeling in your lips and your fingers were so numb you struggled to open the door, you were greeted in the kitchen by a stressed out Kihyun who had the task of cooking for you all, and lets just say the addition of your sudden presence only seemed to put him on edge more, so rather than call out to Minhyuk like you normally would you decided to strip yourself of all you soaked winter gear in the entrance of the dorm. As you were removing your boots Kihyun violently slammed the cupboards shut

“YAH which one of you lazy brats finished the soy sauce and didn’t tell me” Kihyun’s rage seemed to summon Minhyuk to the kitchen to which he offered to walk to the corner store and buy some more. Kihyun politely thanked him (which seemed like a full 180 from where he was) it was then that Minhyuk noticed you

“y/n? why didn’t you tell me you were here” he turned his head on an angle like a puppy as he asked trying to figure you out

“I just got in, I didn’t want to disturb the hurricane” you smile nodding you head in Kihyun’s direction, Minhyuk only managed to look at you with a quick proud smile before Kihyun was forcing him out of the dorm in search for the soy sauce.

“y/n?” Wonho walked in, in a very similar manner to Minhyuk

“usually we hear you before we see you” You roll your eyes half-jokingly in Wonho’s direction before letting out your most sarcastic laugh. As you were still on the floor from removing your boots Wonho walked over to help you up

“Yah why are you so cold!?!” He shot you a concerned look as he felt your forehead

“You have to get changed out of these” he pinched the sleeve of your coat releasing the water that had been stuck in the fabric.

“I don’t have anything to change into”

“Wear something of Minhyuk’s” That thought hadn’t crossed you mind as typically Minhyuk wore clothes close to your size, so you hadn’t desired to wear them before. You make your way to his shared closest, examining every piece to ensure you didn’t wear the wrong boys’ clothes, as your undergarments had also been soaked you decided to go commando and just ensure that you work Minhyuk’s largest sweater. Seemingly instantly you heard the loud tune of Minhyuk’s voice as he had acquired the soy sauce before you heard him question where you are, as you heard him getting closer you quickly ensured that you were decent, As the door clicked close Minhyuk finally looked up at you.

“Jagi I didn’t know you were interested in my clothes”

“I got caught up in the snow” As you hinted down to the pile of wet clothes, Minhyuk then offered to go a place them in the dryer so they’d be nice and dry by the time you left, as he did so you made your way back to the common area.

“y/n you suit Minhyuk’s clothes better than he does” Hyungwon jabbed at his older band mate, as you laughed off his snarky comment Minhyuk had joined you as you took a seat together, he leaned his face into the crook of your neck

“I enjoyed that surprise Jagi” He breathed into your ear as he slowly felt his way up your bare back, as you realised that he had found your wet bra and that he knew you were waltzing around in a lustful state.

“ill enjoy it even more when its less work later to undress you” he snaked into your ear as he moved his hips so that his hard member was flush against your thigh.

Kihyun

Kihyun was quite the opposite of Shownu, he felt no responsibility to keep your relationship out of the eyes of his members, However this boy has a jealousy issue, so how much he’d let you do in front of their prying eyes would really depend on how good of a mood you had put him in first. On this particular day you had been getting cheeky, playing around with Kihyun in various ways, it first started innocent with you two watching Seventeen on a variety show, where you pointed out that birthdays were not “the only similarity between” him and Woozi, Kihyun raised his eyebrow in frustration knowing where this was going, you turned to face him and flashed him the cheekiest smile you had before retreating not wanting to get yourself into any more trouble “you both have amazing vocals” you laughed out as you could feel his body tense as he was ready for another height joke, “Well thank you jagi” he said with the most sarcastic tone in his voice. He then seeked his revenge by launching a attack onto your body, forcefully grabbing onto you making your body jerk out of control as he begun aggressively dancing his fingers along the bottoms of your feet, you started laugh screaming out of control as your body flailed about. “YAHH YOO KIHYUN” you screamed inbetween laughs, “say it jagi” he aggressively breathed into your ear as he plants his knees onto your arms trapping you further under him “Say what” you managed to gasp out in-between laughs“remind me of how tall I am” Kihyun then redirected his body so that his hips were straddled over your core and he tucked his feet underneath your thighs“YA are you serious” you chuckled out as you look up to stare him directly in the eyes and see the slight anger he was expressing through the furrowing of his face, he pushed his weight down into your wrist slowing putting more and more pressure“Okay okay okay”- “Yoo Kihyun is the tallest man in all of South Korea” you half yell out, as you relented Kihyun let go of some of the pressure off of your body, suddenly your newfound silence was broken by a suddenly-appeared Jooheon.

“Hyung? You know she’s just saying that to be nice” Jooheon chuckled aKihyun’s face of rage furthered with his eyes becoming smaller as he began to glare at his younger member, you saw the tension growing and decided to step in yourself

“Jooheon-ie don’t be jealous because you have no one to call you tall” Jooheon’s mouth opened and then quickly formed a pout as he took a heavy seat on the sofa. At this point you started contemplating what you could do to get back at Kihyun for teasing you earlier.

“Kihyun-ie can you control your girlfriend” Jooheon breathed out still sensitive to your earlier comment. Kihyun lightly chuckled before he pushed your shoulders back down and launched an attack on all your weak spots. You then decided how to exact your revenge

‘mmmh baby” You moaned out into his ear in response to the tickling, he froze up for a second as if all of the blood in his body had come to a stand-still, his eyes darted to your face as he soon realised that you had not had a slip of the tongue but rather you wanted him to crave you, need you and most of all want you.All of a sudden the variety show you had been lightly paying attention to finished and the boys had planned to watch a film together, there by meaning that Kihyun had no escape, he knew you wanted him, he wanted you even more and yet he was stuck in a room with 6 other guys with a raging boner, so raging in fact that he sat you onto his lap to ensure his members wouldn’t see, you felt his eyes on you throughout the entire film as you knew the second it was up he would get his revenge.

#monsta_x #monstax #monsta #monbebe #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #jooheon #im #changh #changkyun #reaction #imagine #kpop #kpop imagines #smut #monstaxsmut #kpop smut

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averageficenjoyer · 5 years

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“Horizon”

Genre: Smut Pairing: I.M x female Reader Summary: “Never know, you should never know what did I done today and how was it, yeah I could imagine your complication when I spit confess about the daily shit, yeah Ain't got time to spend useless things just work it I got time for ya hug me and lay me down, baby, I'll wet that” Basically this is a scenario inspired by I.M’s new mixtape “Horizon”, highly recommended as BGM for this writing! Warning: um??? Long introduction I guess??? Lol + some swear words When Changkyun came back from world tour, he missed so many things - his bed, korean food, his friends, his parents, but most importantly, he missed you. He missed you so much, texting and facetiming you pretty much everyday between concerts, naps and flights. You missed him probably even more, your nights cold and lonely without him by his side, your mornings and evenings empty without anyone to speak to. He knew you suffered a lot, so he decided to make it up to you. He made a “little” surprise for you and booked two weeks holiday abroad on a not so popular island to make sure you could have more privacy and just focus on each other. It was perfect. Just you, your boyfriend Changkyun, golden beach full of fine soft sand and warm azure sea sparkling under enormous hot sun. No rushing, no worrying about paparazzis, no schedule – just being together and having peaceful, lazy and fun days and nights. It could sounnd boring for some people, but for you just being able to stroll around all day while holding hands, playing in water, sunbathing and enjoying each other's presence was priceless.- How did you even find this place? It's literally heaven - you asked one day, sitting together with him on a beach after a refreshing plunge in the sea, looking at the mesmerising sunshine, your head on his shoulder, your bodies still glistering with water droplets- Well, celebrities usually try to get out of the public during vacation, so they know some pretty much deserted locations to just unwind without worrying about paparazzi or intrusive fans, so I just asked here and there. You know, your man has connections – he said simply and winked at you, making you giggle. - Yeah, I know you know a lot of people, Mr. Worldwide – you joked, nudging him gently with your elbow. - Yeah, but they all are nothing compared to you – Changkyun said without hesitation and moved his head closer to yours. You smiled slightly and and looked into his eyes. They were dark and sparkly, looking at you with so much love and adoration that words couldn't even describe. You were the luckiest person alive to have him as a boyfriend, he was more than you could ever ask for. You both leaned for a kiss when Changkyun's phone started ringing. He grunted, slightly annoyed. - I'm sorry – he sighed and picked up the phone – Hallo? What happened, manager? - he looked at you apologetically and stood up to come back to a tiny house nearby he rented for both of you for the vacation. You were left alone on a beach towel. You held its edge and started rumpling it, hoping the phone call from your man's company wouldn't come with any bad news, but when Changkyun didn't come back after a few awfully long minutes, you stood up and started walking on a seaboard, still keeping an eye on your lovely cottage in case Changkyun would go out to you. *Meanwhile* Changkyun's grip on a phone got tighter and tighter with every manager's word.

- You MUST come back the day after tomorrow – he said seriously – We got an invitation from on of the biggest TV stations in the US, they want to make a few interviews with us. - They are just interviews, we probably won't even be able to meet with monbebe. We can do it as well through facetime – he said as calmly as he could. - But they want you to sing and dance on a few broadcasts as well. It'll help with getting more recognition to the whole group. - We've already have enough recognition, we sold out our tour a few months ago, remember? Maybe let's focus on existing fans by providing bigger venues or more stops? - he couldn't help sounding petty.- The more fans you have, the more successful you are. And I'm sure you want to be successful, don't you? Also you're not the only one, what about the rest of members? Will you let them go to the US on their own, without you? They can't even speak English- Then maybe invest into interpreter, it's not my job – he growled.- Changkyun! Don't fuss around, just come for a few days and after that everyone has a monthly break- What are you talking about? We were supposed to practice for the next comeback after those 2-week vacation, most of the album is already done – he spat out, his blood boiling with anger.- Oh whatever, you're coming with us and don't even try to argue with me, I'm booking a flight ticket for you. The younger man took a deep breath, trying to keep himself together:- Everyone needs proper rest after such a long tour. I still have severe jet lag. I'm not going anywhere. Tell them I have family issues, I'm sick or whatever. And fucking do your job and hire an interpreter – his voice scary and even lower than usual. He hung up, not waiting fot the answer, turned off his phone and laid down on a couch in a living room. He was upset. Furious. Hurt. He didn't ask for much, did he? He always gives his 200% for Monbebe and Monsta X, they kept going so hard with korean comeback, then japanese one and then a whole world tour on 5 continents. They wrapped it up well without anyone getting injuried. It's amazing, isn't it? Everyone worked so hard, not only him, but all MX and staff members, they deserved some rest. Were a few interviews with uninformed TV hosts and journalists worth their precious time, worth flying to the US again, getting even more severe jet lag and probably having a few embarrassing situations with interviewers mispronouncing their group names or not distinguishing one member from another? But what about the members? They are surely tired as well. But they don't have lovers who were waiting for them for so long... But they have other people who they care about. Jooheon kept facetiming his kitties pretty much everyday, Minhyuk hept talking how he'd take his younger brother on a trip because they didn't have time to spend time together after Minhyuk's brother came back from army, Shownu missed his mum's cooking a lot... They'd understand... Wouldn't they? Was he being selfish? - Changkyunnie? - your soft voice snapped him back to the reality. He sat up and looked at you. You were standing in a doorframe in nothing but your blue swimming suit, your hair still a bit wet and messy from the sea water, last rays of sunshine peeking through clouds on a sky behind you, your body surrounded with purple-and-pink gleam from the light outside. You were beautiful. No, not beautiful. Mesmerising. Ethereal. Dazzling. You were Changkyun's. You were his everything. Your boyfriend stood up and slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. - Changkyun? What happened? - you couldn't help but started worrying, seeing his serious expression and not hearing a word from him. He didn't answer. He just stood in front of you, his hand reaching a strand of your wet hair and tugging it behind your ear. - Nothing. Just... you are so breath-taking – he dinally spoke, his soft voice and smile waking up butterflies in your stomach – Just... just let me hug you – he didn't wait for you answer and just embraced you, nuzzling his face into a crook of your neck. - Kyun... I see something is wrong. You can tell me everything - you wrapped you hands around his torso and stroked his back gently. - It doesn't matter right now, really. You matter – he murmured, kissing your collarbone gently. You couldn't help but shiver. His lips always did magic to your body no matter if it was just an innocent peck or a hot long french kiss. Changkyun knew that too well, so he countinued peppering a trail of kisses up to your face, your skin smelling like sun and sea. When his mouth reached your jawline, he left a few kisses on it, reaching to your ear. - Just let me love you as much as I really do – he whispered, his low tone making the ends of your hair stand up. The next thing you felt was his lips connecting with yours. You closed your eyes and melted in a kiss immediately, encircling his neck with your arms. You stood like that for a while, your lips dancing together, tasting each other slowly. When you felt Changkyun's tongue in your mouth, his palms started playing with the hem of your swimming suit's top. You murmured and opened your mouth wider to let him taste you better. He murmured and took a chance, deepening a kiss. He tried to dominate you, but you liked being a bit playful so you didn't give up that easily, sucking lightly on his lower lip and grabbing his arm to stand more stably. Yet you couldn't help but gasp when his fingers wandered on your clothed nipples and teased them, making them hard - Oh, are you cold? Should I make you warmer? - he chuckled, satisfied with your reaction, and took off your top - I think it'll just make me colder – you joked, trying to still look cool. - Be patient, babe – he parted your lips and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to your bedroom bathed in pink glow coming from the sunrise. He laid you down on a bed, climbed on top of you and took one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand playing with your other breast, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered, arching your back to be even closer to his heavenly lips. Your breath became uneven, mixing with your soft moans you couldn't stop because of Changkyun's bulge rubbing your croth slowly. - Kyun... Please... - you bit your lip.- Please what? - he asked playfully, switching sides on your breasts. - Please... J-Just take me already... - you stuttered, a soft shade of red attacking your cheeks. - I thought I was supposed to make you hotter tho? - he raised his eyebrow, grinding on you with a bit more force. - I'm hot. I'm really hot... Just.. do it already – you whined, grinding back on him to get any bit of friction.- Calm down, you'll get what you want in a minute – he smiled, left a hickey between your breasts and started leaving wet kisses down your stomach till he reached your swimsuit bottom. He slid it down your legs in an agonazingly slow motion, but when he spreaded your legs and dived in between them, you squealed at the sudden sensation.- Looks like you're not only hot, but also wet, hm? - he smiled at you cockily and sucked on your clit, tasting all your juices. You moaned loudly and tangled your fingers in his soft ash grey hair, messing them completely but both of you couldn't care less. You closed your ever, feeling every little move of Changkyun's skilled mouth on your clit even more intensily. One moment his tongue was gentle and soft, massaging softly every bit of your bundle of nerves just to suck harshly on your clit, his whole mouth tightly wrapped around it. - Changkyun... Stop... I'll cum... - you panted out because you didn't want to finish that early.- That's good, isn't it? - he purred, sliding two fingers into your wet entrance. - Kyun! - you whined, but your body reacted quicker and your hips just started grinding on his palm, his lips leaving hot moist french kisses on your button and before you realised, a wave of undescribable pleasure hit you strongly, making you scream and pull harshly your boyfriend's hair. Your grip loosened as you relaxed, your clit still sensitive while Changkyun was licking off all the juices left. When he finished, he took off his swim trunks, which was his only piece of clothing and climbed on top of you again. - I love the way you smell... the way you taste... the way I make you wet so easily... - he whispered, kissing your collarbones, his crotch rubbing gently on yours – And the way you make me wet – he purred, feeling you getting wet again on his member. He knew how to make you both shy and horny at the same time. You reciprocated his moves and took his face in your hands to kiss him passionately. He kissed you back, panting gently in your mouth as he was grinding a bit more intensily. - Please... I need you – you sighed, tangling your legs around his hips and pulling him closer. - Oh really? Where? - he mumbled, still trying to be a tease even though you could feel he was rock hard. - Here – you said, grabbing his penis and positioning him right in front of your entrance and you moved your hips, finally taking him in. - Fuck, baby... - he whimpered, sliding into you slowly – Yes baby... Take it... Go take it baby... You're taking me so well – he raised to a kneeling position to have a better view on your entrance. He slowly slid in till the very and and then slowly slid out almost completely, watching your pussy taking him all so smoothly almost hypnotised by the view. He slowly sped up the pace, switching his eyes to your face. You were messy. Small droplets of sweat started forming on your forehead, your hair sticking to it. Your eyes half open, moans escaping your lips red from intense kissing and sucking. - You're... So... Beautiful... - he panted with every thrust, one stronger than another – So... Damn... Beautiful... His praises made you even wetter and you just moved your hips more force just to reach the climax you both desperately were looking for. He looked so damn sexy with sweaty body in front of you, his slightly toned torso still glistering in last purple bits of the light of the day, his soft grunts matching your louder and louder whimpers as he kept thrusting his hips faster and faster, his grip strong but not harmful on your thighs. - Fuck, Changkyun! - you cried out when he hit your G spot. He immediately spread your legs even wider to allow himself a better angle. - Come on, baby... Come for me... You're doing so well... Come on, beautiful, come for me – he growled, his one hand on your clit, his fingers massaging it quickly. - Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Kyun! - you screamed, reaching your climax. You clenched around his member, giving him sudden orgasm a second later, his cum filling you and intensifying your sensation. He slid out of you and collapsed next to you, panting heavily. You laid like that for a while, trying to draw breath and gain some strength back. - I love you – he murmured finally, kissing your shoulder gently. - I know... I love you too – you turned your head to look at him and you exchanged tired but honest smiles. He wrapped his arm around your waist gently: - Do you know you're beautiful then? - he grinned, moving closer to you. - No, but I know you're cheesy – you chuckled. - Sometimes I am. But I really mean it. I really do – he took a few strands of hair out of your face and put his hand back on your waist. You could feel blushing again. - I love you – you faced him and snuggled into his bare chest. - Thank you. I really do. I love you too – he kissed the top of your head and you both closed eyes, slowly falling asleep.

Since it’s my first smut here, I’d be happy to hear your feedback ^^ <3 Hope the scenario did its duty lol

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mymy101010 · 5 years

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Dance With Me...

Changkyun and I had a weird relationship. We had been raised practically together, we were schoolmates and we even lived nearby. We fought every day because of our rebellion and vanity but one always ended up making the other laugh and that's why we didn't stay angry for more than one day. We were both interested in dancing at an early age and that's why we decided to form a hip hop dance group, on the dance floor we had incomparable compatibility. The strange thing was that we had never felt anything for each other in life, until tonight that I began to see it in a different way, I began to observe his whole body, his perfectly adjusted black hair, his pink lips, his body not muscular but well marked, his special way of walking making you believe that he was going to eat you and I even looked at his ass, it seemed a perfect apple ready to bite. At that moment I realized that something was wrong with me ...

FLASHBACK

-Changkyun I think this is not a good idea ...

-T / N, what are you talking about? We are a dance couple! Of course it's a good idea. Besides, we may learn something tonight.

-It's fine, but I don't want you to force me to do anything, ok?

-OK .. Now let's go.

Saying this he grabbed my hand leading me inside the Latin Dance Party. It was a nightclub that always had this kind of event but it never crossed my mind to come just tonight. We danced hip hop, totally different from salsa, lambada, merengue and that kind of Latin dance. He insisted so much that I had to access. Inside the club we noticed people dancing salsa, everyone apparently had a little knowledge about that type of dance. We went to the bar with Changkyun and bought a couple of drinks to get into the wave of the place.

-The truth, it looks pretty cool.- I said taking a sip of my drink

- See, I told you that you would like it. When you finish that - he pointed out my glass - we will go to the dance floor

-You know to dance salsa? - I asked him amused.

-I know how to dance, and that's enough for me - I laughed with his response.

He took his drink from a sip and I did the same. We held hands and took me to the dance floor as we used to do in all our presentations. What I saw it surprised me.

Changkyun tried to move his hips like never did before in such a funny way that there was a moment when I had to get out of the center and sit at the bar to get over the attack of laughter I had.

-Are you making fun of my spectacular way of dancing, T / N?

- Enough Changkyun - I said with no air in my lungs clutching my stomach - stop making me laugh like that!

- Ah, this girl... - he replied with pink cheeks while scratching the back of his neck - let's ask for another drink.

One, two, three, four and five more drinks. We already looked like a couple convulsing when trying to dance something we didn't know and with a lot of alcohol in their blood. At one point the music changed to bachata, one of the most sensual Latin dances of all, it is danced glued and with a lot of feeling. But ... it couldn't be uncomfortable, right? It was Changkyun and me. We tried to copy the steps of the other couples ... One two three, one two three, the truth that worked out quite well. We were getting more coordinated and we start to feel the music. At that moment our eyes met and he brought his mouth to my ear and said: "I would like to stay like this forever ..." I looked down ashame, and realized the way we were dancing; I had my hand on his back, he had his hand on the lower part of my back almost resting his fingers on my butt and my mouth brushed his neck.

-T / N ... Look at me - I slowly looked up - You're beautiful.

- Changkyun .. You're drunk .. Stop saying that kind of things....

- Maybe, but you know what they say about drunks ... They always tell the truth.

- So ... Can't you lie to me now?

- No ... - he said laughing. He was definitely drunk, dragging all the words when he spoke and laughed out of nowhere.

- Don't you want to go home? - I suggested, if I kept drinking I wouldn't be able to deal with him.

- I want to go to MY house WITH YOU.

- And why?

- I think I want to kiss you.

I automatically started laughing. We went to the club door to wait for a taxi, I could observe it carefully under the dim light of the street lamps, his black hair was already messy, his pink cheeks, the sweat made the shirt stick to his body, I had a pair of detached buttons showing something of his chest and moles that until now they we’re not seemed so dangerously attractive.

END OF FLASHBACK

- Why do you look at me so much? Do you want to kiss me too? - It caused me to approach with a smile.

- And if so ... What would you do?

He stared at my eyes and my mouth on a come and go that couldn't be more uncomfortable. Suddenly he looked away and put his hands in his pockets, leaving us in complete silence.

A taxi came to save us from discomfort and we made our way to ... His house? Mine? He indicated the address of his house to the driver. When we we’re near, I told him that I would send him a message saying when I get home, but he replied: "You go to my place, with me." He paid for the taxi and we entered his house, everything was dark and silent. When he closed the door he took me by the arm, curling me against the wall.

- T / N ... I can't take it anymore. I go crazy every time I touch you and I can't kiss you, every time another man looks at you ... I ... I'm crazy about you.

I was shocked, but then he brought his face close and rested his forehead on mine.

- I love you ... I love you forever T / N. I swear if something happens tonight, I will always try to make you the happiest woman ...

Our breaths collided and he kissed me quickly. He opened his eyes and we looked at each other for a couple of seconds and at that moment everything started to make more sense to me, I always had feelings for Changkyun, my relationships always failed because of my friendship with him and I didn't care, I always didn't care. He was the one that always mattered.

I directed my hands towards the lower part of his back hugging him slightly and he opened his eyes because of my contact, his hands landed on my neck and this time he kissed me hard, without a hint of shyness. His body began to rub against mine little by little, maybe it was alcohol or maybe he really felt something strong for him, but at that moment he just wanted to feel it, I started to undress him quickly and he lifted my dress firmly touching my legs and my butt causing an involuntary moan from me.

- Yes ... I want you to say my name all night.

Saying this he lifted me up until I laid my legs around his waist , he took me to his room and dropped me on his bed. While he looked at me, he took off his pants and underwear, completely naked. His excitement was enormous, and I was already wet just seeing the incredible man in front of me. I imitated it and got rid of my dress leaving a black set of underwear I was wearing.

- I know it's a bit late to ask, but ... Are you sure about this?

- I am, Changkyun.

- Then you should take off this - he pointed out my underwear.

He approached again, took off my bra and broke my panties in two, that only made me get even more wet. We joined again in an unbridled kiss, I leaned back and he landed on me stroking my entrance with his fingers. He introduced a finger, then two, then three ... It was driving me crazy with pleasure. He took his member and slowly put it inside me, gave me time to get used to his size, slowly began to fuck me carefully but firmly. Our mouths did not separate for a second, our tongues struggled tirelessly as we groaned as the speed increased. I couldn't believe this was happening ...

I could feel the light on my face. I slowly opened my eyes. I wasn't in my room, I had an arm around my waist, I didn't have any clothes on and so the person next to me hasn’t any clothes either. I looked around and realized that it was Changkyun's room, I turned slowly and found both dark brown eyes looking at me without blinking and I jumped and screamed.

- Woo! Do I look so ugly in the morning? - Changkyun told me with embarrassed tone and a little scared by my reaction.

Little by little I remembered everything that had happened, alcohol still made my head ache.

- Well .. You look pretty good.

He told me looking at my chest, I looked at myself and realized that my boobs where free.

- AAAAH! - I screamed as I covered myself with the sheets and rolled on the bed like a ball to try to alleviate the shame I felt.

- Hey hey hey hey .. Wait - Changkyun tried to calm me - You dind’t like what happened last night?

- Yes, but ...

- T / N, for me last night was special. I love you, I always did.

He approached me and hugged me giving me a kiss on the forehead and then on the lips. Everything felt so weird but it felt very good. I corresponded his kiss and hid in his chest. He didn't let go of me and kept repeating how much he loved me, I just smiled in shame. When he noticed that I was more calm, he lay on his back leaving me on top of him, we both started laughing.

- Now, I need breakfast ... And not exactly food.

I could feel under the sheets that I was ready to start the day, so we started it together ...

#monsta x #kpop smut #wonho #changkyun #minhyuk #shownu #jooheon #kihyun #hyungwon #monsta_x #monbebe #kpop fanfiction

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biffhofosho · 3 years

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My very dear and talented-out-the-wazoo friend, Texturamatic, made this for me as a wallpaper for my multichapter labor-of-love MX OT7 novel. I will be sharing the commissioned trailer shortly as well, followed by the teaser first chapter, as I’ve been working pretty heavily on this again recently. I hope you’ll stick around and check it all out!

FYI, y’all, she does commissions, and there’s literally nobody out there running the game like she is.

#idol thieves #monsta_x #smut #ot7 #original characters #multichapter #wonho #shownu #kihyun #changkyun #jooheon #hyungwon #minhyuk #novel #Monsta X

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raibebe · 5 years

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Need you

Genre: Smut Words: 2.697 Prompt: Where are you right now? For @eversincewonho, thank you for requesting A/N: I honestly don’t know where all this filth came from… Have your holy water ready… A huge thank you to @kihyunsbabe who corrected and edited this work ❤ Also like 80% of the stuff I reblog is from her, so go look at her blog and leave some love for her Warnings: dirty talk, overstimulation

It was almost midnight, the full moon and the small lamp on the bedside table the only thing illuminating your bedroom. You were curled up beneath your blanket and engrossed in your book when a loud buzz tore through the silence. You almost dropped the book in surprise, heart beating furiously. Slowly you freed yourself from the blanket burrito you had built and reached for your phone. Who had texted you this late at night? Unlocking the phone, you opened the message. It was a simple question your boyfriend had sent.

[My love ❤:23:47] Where are you right now? [You: 23:48] At home, in bed [You: 23:48] I was about to go to sleep, darling [My love ❤:23:48] Forget about sleep.

Confused you looked at his words and the three dots that indicated that he was typing. What had gotten him in such a mood? He usually scolded you for staying up late - even though he wasn’t any better - and wished you sweet dreams.

[My love ❤:23:50] You will get dressed now. Wear that white lace set I bought you for last Valentine’s Day. I don’t care what you wear over that. Then you will move your sweet ass into your car and drive over to the dorm. We haven’t changed the code of the door. You’ll go into my room and take off everything but your underwear and lie down on my bed. I want you to be ready for me when I come home, babygirl.

You blinked at the message for a couple of seconds. Then you read it again. And again. But your eyes were not playing a trick on you, no matter how many the message was read over.

[You: 23:51] Are you serious? [My love ❤:23:51] Text me when you arrive, baby.

Taking a deep breath you got up and stumbled out of bed. Those words dripping with dominance always made your knees weak. It didn’t happen often that Hoseok was in such a dominant mood. But when it happened it aroused you like nothing else. Basically ripping your sleeping clothes from your body, you searched for the lace set he had been talking about. You hadn’t worn it in a while but you really liked how soft the material was and how it seemed to be perfectly fitted for your body. While rummaging through your underwear drawer you also came across some really cute white knee-high stockings you had gotten recently. He hadn’t said anything about stockings but they would definitely make you look even more desirable and he loved it when you wore those. Having made up our mind, you pulled the stockings on before you threw one of Hoseok’s hoodies over your head which you had stolen from him last week. It made you look tiny, like you got lost somewhere in the soft grey fabric.

Quickly grabbing your phone, wallet and keys you sprinted down the stairs and jumped in your car. Even though the boy’s dorm wasn’t far, especially not by car, the drive seemed to last forever.

When you had finally parked your car, you had to use all your willpower not to squirm and run like the little excited girl you were and to calmly enter the building in case someone saw you. Hoseok and you had already been spotted in public a couple of times, but officially you were just a childhood friend and the company really wanted to keep it that way.

Almost punching the numbers into the lock, you didn’t stop yourself from racing to your boyfriend’s room. Closing the door cautiously, you took off his sweater and laid down on the neatly made bed, burying your face in the pillow to enlighten your senses until they were drowned in Hoseok’s smell. Remembering the task he had given you, you took your phone and opened the front camera. Quickly fixing your hair, you adjusted the angle of the photo, so he could see your whole outfit, batting your eyelashes innocently at the camera.

[You: 00:12] I’m waiting for you, baby~ [My love ❤: 00:20] You look so pretty, babygirl. [My love ❤: 00:20] Touch yourself for me. I want you to be ready for me when I come home.

A blush crept up your cheeks from his words. He had never asked you to start without him. He usually liked to tear you apart with his hands and mouth, turning you into a moaning and whimpering mess before he was even inside you. Turning your head into your boyfriend’s pillow, you inhaled deeply before letting your hand roam over your body, imagining it was his. Gently you played with the fabric of your bra, circling your sensitive nipples through the fabric before dipping beneath it and rolling the erect buds between your fingers. A breathy sigh escaped your lips and heat began to build between your legs. Squirming you rubbed them together for some kind of friction when you teased yourself with feather light touches along your abdomen and thighs just like he liked to do it. When you finally reached your core and dragged a finger along your clothed folds, you could feel the dampness already seeping through the fabric. Another drawn out moan left your lips when you raised your hips and ground yourself against the heel of your hand, finally getting that sweet friction on your clit.

Groaning you dragged your finger along your wet folds, teasing yourself further before dipping below the fabric to rub little circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel yourself getting more and more aroused, your sex clenching around nothing. A drawn out curse left your lips when your finger slipped between your folds without any resistance. Slowly moving the digit in and out, you could feel that it just wasn’t enough. Groaning you added a second finger and started to move them faster while your other hand was playing with one of your hard nipples. But it still wasn’t enough. Your fingers weren’t filling you out as nearly as much as Hoseok would but you couldn’t just stop now. Moaning his name in a plea you buried your face in his pillow again and bathed in his scent.

Lost in your own pleasure you almost missed the sound of the keypad and the door to the dorms opening. Only seconds later the door of Hoseok’s room was ripped open and then slammed close again. Opening your eyes, you let out a sigh of relief. “Hoseok, I need you,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against your fingers in frustration.

A grin spread across his face as he pulled his tight shirt over his head and crawled onto the bed. “Have you been a good girl?” he asked in a teasing manner and caressed the exposed flesh of your thighs, which send a shiver down your whole body and made you clench around your fingers. “I have, baby. I did everything you asked me to,” you mewled out. “Then let me see, babygirl,” he chuckled and set back.

Almost whimpering at the loss of proximity, you slowly pulled out your fingers and held up the glistening digits for him. Grinning dangerously he bent over you and took them in his mouth to suck them clean. “Hoseok please,” you whimpered, the sight of his full lips around your fingers and the sensation of his tongue swirling around them just made another wave of arousal go straight to your core. “Please what,” he teased while he palmed his own erection beneath his way too short gym shorts which exposed his toned thighs; his eyes roaming your body hungrily. “Anything, please touch me. Fuck me. Eat my out. Anything, I need you so bad, please,” you begged, rubbing your legs together and throwing your head left and right. “Baby, you are so wrecked,” Hoseok said almost fondly while he rested his hands on your waist, firmly dragging them up and down. Hissing, you threw your head back and exposed your neck for him. The feeling of his cold hands on your overheated body was so good but it was not what you needed.

“Please,” you begged again, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “How could I say no to you when you ask so nicely?” With that he finally pulled your by now soaked panties off of you and sucked harshly on your neck. When he cupped your sex and ground the heel of his palm against your clit, you let out a high pitched moan.

“You are so wet for me babygirl. You did such a good job. I’m going to reward you now,” Hoseok promised in between making up your neck. You both moaned in unison when he finally sunk a finger into your core and slowly dragged it in and out. “Fuck, your pussy is so wet for me,” he moaned out while watching his finger disappear into you. “M-more,” you breathed out and clenched down around him. Grinning Hoseok settled himself in between your legs and dragged his tongue over your clit which made you buck up against him, searching for more friction.

“You want to cum, babygirl?” He asked while pushing another finger into you and swirling his skilful tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Yes, please. Hoseok, please let me cum,” you whined, a hand coming down to thread through his black locks to push him closer to you. Humming against you, he gladly obeyed your wish, pumping his fingers in and out of you while hitting your sweet spot every now and then and sklillfully sucking on your clit.

Lost in your pleasure, you lost every control over your body, bucking against Hoseok and letting out the most lewd sounds, not even caring if any of the other boys had come home with him and were hearing you. It didn’t take long when your first orgasm hit you hard. Your vision went white for a second and a moan of Hoseok’s name got stuck somewhere in your throat while your legs, which you had wrapped around his shoulders at some point, were shaking violently. Greedily Hoseok was licking up any of your juices and coaxed you through it.

Panting heavily you watched him untangle from your legs and wiping his mouth. “You taste so good, babygirl,” he praised you and connected your lips for the first time tonight in a heated open mouthed kiss to let you taste yourself. You broke the kiss when you felt his cock slide against your folds and moaned. You didn’t even realize that he had gotten rid of his shorts. “You want it?” He breathed in your ear and rutted against you, moaning shamelessly. “You want me to fuck you now? To fill you up?” All you could do was whimper and buck your hips against him. “Use your words, darling,” he demanded while he got up on his knees and rubbed the flush tip of his cock around your clit. “Yes please, Hoseok,” you forced out, arching your aching body towards him. “Please what?” He chuckled while aligning himself with your entrance and teasing it with the head of his cock. “Please fuck me, Hoseok. Make me cum on your cock, please.”

With a curse leaving his lips, he buried himself inside you with one controlled trust which made you see stars. Not wasting any time, he set a harsh pace, the sound of your bodies slapping together and your moans and his low grunts filling the room. “You take my cock so well, baby. Just look at you all spread out for me,” he praised while taking hold of your hips and lifting them off the bed so he could pound into you more forcefully. You were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, but you couldn’t care less because all that was counting now was that he hit your spot dead on now with each trust.

“I’m gonna cum,” you choked out when you felt the familiar knot inside you tighten, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. “Please, Hoseok. Make me cum, please.” “Then cum for me, baby.” And his husky words was all that it took for you to fall over the edge: You screamed out his name and went limp in his hold, your whole body feeling like it was on fire. Smiling fondly, he gently fucked you through your second orgasm and leaned down to kiss away the tears that had escaped your eyes.

“You can take another one, don’t you, babygirl?” He whispered in your ear while grinding inside you. You shook you head, more tears streaming down your face. You were so sensitive and each touch was too much, but you could also feel your arousal building again. “Come on babygirl, turn around. Let me see your pretty little ass.” You moaned low in your throat when he slipped out of you and gently rubbed your hips to coax you into turning over. Your legs were shaking violently and you weren’t sure you’d be able to hold yourself up on your hands and knees. “That’s it, baby. Ass up,” he commanded you and rubbed himself between your cheeks while pushing you down with a hand between your shoulder blades. “You’re gorgeous, darling,” he praised further while slipping back inside you in one swift move.

Cursing, he ground inside you. “I’m already so close, baby,” he grunted trough gritted teeth and landed a slap on your ass, before pounding into you recklessly, chasing his own release. With every thrust forward, he pulled your hips back against him and drove himself deeper and deeper inside you. Sobbing and moaning into the pillow you felt how he reached around you to forcefully rub at your clit again. “Cum with me baby,” he breathed out, his hips losing their rhythm and stilling completely when he painted you with his release. The moan of your name and his hand on your clit threw you over the edge again, your oversensitive body was shaking and your legs would definitely have given out, if Hoseok wouldn’t would you up in his iron grip.

Hissing he slowly pulled out and gently let your hips sink to the bed, kissing his way up your spine. “You did so good, babygirl,” he praised, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses, careful to not crush you with his weight. “I love you.” You only grunted in response, still trying to control your breathing and the shaking in your legs. Giggling happily, Hoseok unclasped your bra and carefully slipped your stockings from your legs. “Let’s take a bath, sweetheart,” he whispered while gently caressing your head. Leaning into his soft touch, a contend sigh left your lips. “But my legs are jelly.” “No need to walk, darling.” Suiting the action to his words, he gently wrapped you up in his blanket and lifted you up. Cuddling up close to his heartbeat, he carefully carried you down the hallway over to the bathroom with the big tub.

“Oh thank god you two are done,” called a voice from the living room. “Oh my god did you kill her?” Another voice shouted when the other boys spotted you wrapped in his sheets. “Please warn us next time. I never want to her someone begging for your dick again,” joined another voice.

Hoseok ignored all of his friends and just shot them a cheeky grin and stepped into the bathroom. “Please kill me now,” you groaned and hid your tomato red head further in his chest. “They are just jealous,” he tried to comfort you. “It’s all your fault for making me beg.” “I didn’t hear you complain ten minutes ago,” he answered with a raised eyebrow. If it was possible, your face just got even redder. “Cute.” Pressing a kiss to your head, Hoseok gently laid you down in front of the tub and turned the water on.

Shortly after you were sitting in the warm water of the tub surrounded by colourful bubbles and resting against Hoseok’s chest. “I love you too,” you sighed into the silence and sank further into the water, relaxing your tender limbs.

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Vehement colleague

Smut

Pairings: Shownu x reader

Summary: Police AU! Jealousy riles up your long-term colleague / friend into someone dangerous.

I know you’re looking after my health but right now, I’m either getting horny or I’m getting pissed.

He was heading back to the station after responding to a call for back-up.

It was exactly 8:24 p.m when an alarming loud sound of gunshots echoed through the radar. You were stationed at the receiving end of the call. Looking at how startled you were, your partner, Hoseok, glanced over you from his desk whilst raising a brow at your behavior.

“We are in pursuit of a maroon SUV car. About 4 men are inside and are armed. Shots were fired multiple times. Requesting for back-up.”

You immediately relayed the distress call and pinpointed their location. A team of 2 police officers responded and one of them was your partner and your long-term pal, Shownu. In an instant, you can hear the tires screeching out of the station and into the highway. You sat back unto your seat and held unto your walkie-talkie tightly.

“A team of 2 officers has been dispatched.” you transmitted back in response to the call.

“Please come back safely.” you muttered under your breath as you glanced over the image stapled unto the corkboard that hanged over your wall just across from you. An image of you and Shownu, big smiles and arms latched upon one’s shoulder, the very moment you both passed. You were batchmates with him and you’ve been in each other’s back for at least 3 years already although you weren’t in a love affair with him, it never occurred between the two of you but there were a lot of hints. He did raise the question for it but you two prohibited love affairs to get into your work and it’s been a year since you two first started in the station and you were complying with that rule with him ever since not until Hoseok was employed as your partner.

Hoseok was quite expressive to you, not to mention how good his physique was, and for a moment, every time you get a glimpse of his skin, you can’t help but reminisce a reel of your memory when you watched him do his training routine; damp filthy skin-tight shirt, his silk hair and his biceps was a sight to see. Although you realized you weren’t the only one in that situation because your partner, has told your pal Shownu; out of all your co-workers about Hoseok’s attraction building up towards you, and Shownu was very upset by it to the point that he wasn’t accompanying you to head home or even come over to your apartment like he usually do. However, it did not reach to the extent that your bond would sever besides, a part of you still liked him the way you like Hoseok and it’s been quite difficult for you to decide which is which because we’re talking about a major offense of the rule you once established with Shownu.

After an agonizing and dreadful hour of waiting, a number of cars roll in from the driveway just located at the forefront of the station. Flashing red and blue lights colored the exterior of the station, scattering it almost everywhere through the translucent windows at the entrance. Your eyes fixed at the number of silhouettes casted through the windows before they burst the entrance door open. Hoseok was ushering the suspect with his hands cuffed at his back along with another officer as they headed to the interrogation room straightaway.

Then, Shownu was tagging along behind them with his head inclined sideways. You managed to get a clearer view of him as you laid sight to the gauze pad being pressed against his right bicep. A faint crimson color stained the pad to which was a distressing view for you, especially to him. He too was ushered although was directed to the back office. You followed them before they could slip through whilst the accompanying officer acknowledging your presence.

Shownu sat over the low empty table just in front of the medical supplies as the other officer rummaged through the aid kit amongst the number of drawers.

“Let me hold it.”

You command as his palm lowered to rest on his hips. His gaze never leaving the ground as your orbs would glimpse through his soaked raven threads above his brows of his deep brown orbs. You had the impression that he was deep in thought by the way his brows furrowed.

Soon enough the officer would set the necessary materials to treat the wound across the table just beside Shownu. Just as you removed the gauze from the wound, another officer intruded and requested the presence of an officer during the scene to write a report which was demanded by the chief.

“You treat him officer.“ You nod in response with a half smile.

You silently approached over the sink just across the table with a washcloth at hand. The silence fell over the room with only the sound of flickering bulb or the ticking sound from the clock that faintly resonate across the room. After the cloth was soaked with cool water, you retraced your steps back to him. HIs facade depicts an impassive expression until the damped cloth came in contact with his wound, thus displaying a pained look. His orbs glancing over his wounded bicep whilst slightly redirecting it away from your touch.

“Come on, it can’t hurt that bad. It was just an abrasion.”

He then emitted an unpleasant groan as you tugged him closer by his elbow, consequently resuming the action. Despite the discomfort, he didn’t resist against your commanding yank. Although he never batted an eye on you yet despite the proximity. You ceaselessly rinsed his wound with water up until you assumed was looking clean already.

“You wouldn’t even bother to ask what happened?”

He broke the silence to which would cause you to halt your reach over the antibiotic ointment. Your gaze fell over him but he still wasn’t glancing at you. Nevertheless, you didn’t make a big deal out of it.

“Well, I didn’t want to disturb you from your thoughts, but since you’re inviting me to, then would you mind sharing what occurred?”

Taking the ointment, you squeezed gently and brushed your digits with the substance coming from it. Afterwards, leaning closer to dab the ointment over the wound during the time that your other palm would set across his shoulder to restrain any fidget or flinch that would cause you to waste the ointment on the wrong place.

“It was a scrape from a bullet. Fired from the gun of your partner. It was unintentional, so he says.”

You shoot a glare to him, sensing his perspective of the situation. And this time, he glanced at you for a moment before deviating his gaze to the opposite. His fingers clenching beneath the edge of the table as if waiting for your remark of the matter.

“What are you trying to come up with? That he might’ve intentionally grazed the bullet at you? He’s my partner, you’ve no right to make allegations, especially when it has to do with reputation.”

You remarked before resuming to aiding him. Your thoughts finally started to pile up Shownu and you couldn’t believe he had the guts to speak of Hoseok in an ill manner despite you currently patching him up. It was as if the whole situation is already implying that you were taking responsibility of what your partner has caused over him. You clicked your tongue as your brows furrowed and for the first time ever, he was getting on your nerves. He shrugged in response as he gazed at you, finally. Although he was impassive and that threw you off.

“I don’t know where all of this is coming from. Are you being competitive to him? Is he threatening to you?”

His eyes narrowed, fingers clenching tighter. You stare back at him, clutching hard unto the bottle of ointment. You could tell he was pissed, obviously blame is on you but he was playing with fire to begin with. His breathing was deep, his throat tightening and for a moment, you were already convinced that he was just about to lunge himself forward to you.

“What’s taking you too long? I might have to call someone else to finish the job.”

He uttered, in a low tone. Your brows furrowed at his remark as your lips were pierced. Restraining yourself from getting into an argument with him because the last time you had one with him, it did not turn out good for the both of you.

Your palm grasped tight at his bicep while placing the gauze pad then applying the tape across it. Your thumb caresses continuously against the adhesive tape to make sure it sticks on tightly whilst your digits would touch beneath his bicep, barely scraping against his skin. Your gaze were focused on the tape but a feeling of his own pierced right through you and the urge of returning his gaze was almost irresistible.

“Okay, it’s done. You can leave now.”

Glancing up, his brooding eyes were glaring at you, causing you to take a step back involuntarily. A sight you haven’t seen before. Your brows furrowed in response as you shake your head and afterwards collecting the content of the aid kit. Soon enough, he finally ascended from the table and steadily approached the door just ten steps away from you. Your gaze followed his foot until he was out of your field of vision. You gritted your teeth as he never seem to care to say any gratitude towards you. You clenched tight unto the bag as the sound of his footsteps finally vanished. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you reached for the drawers and settled the bag on its right place. After locking the drawer and hanging the key among the keyholder that was attached just above the drawers, you turned your back to head for the door, and to your surprise, he was still present. He stood there, firmly fixed before the door.

“What’s up with you and what are you standing there for?”

You remarked as you crossed your arms. Your left shoulder leaned in against the drawers as you’d expect some unreasonable statement from him. Soon enough you hear the fairly loud click of the doorknob. Your arms retracted to your side as you stare at him in utter confusion. His eyes hardened as he glanced over you, turning away from the door in which you’d take a step back. He approached you calmly like a predator gazing over its prey. You seemingly froze right there as you displayed an uneasy facade. He took the final steps quick as he towered over you, both his arm reaching behind you as his digits settled over the edge of the drawer. Both of you never broke eye contact as his eyes gazed upon your face as if he was reading you. He soon would frown before parting his lips.

His wide, strong palm drew closer as it settled against your eyes, blocking your eyesight. You didn’t even nudge at his movements not until his warm breathing hovered against your cheeks and down your chin. Your hands drew fists against his chest, pushing him as a response or either a reflex but he didn’t seem to budge. His breath continued to scatter as it lands over your neck in which his soft, dry curls would caress against your jaw.

“What are you doing?”

You manage to speak up despite him taunting you to no end. His palm would retract from your orbs, allowing you to see him in close proximity with you. His alluring eyes study over your visage distracting you from his hand slithering down against your waist, tugging your tucked-in top gradually just so his digits could caress underneath. He would alter his stance, his profile coming in contact to yours, then soon would shift to exude his sultry breathes against your ear. His cheek brushes against yours, welcoming you with his strong scent of masculinity. His quite cold fingertips caught you off guard as you flinched from his sudden intrude, caressing your stomach and even drawing circles around your belly button. Your hand grasped at the back of his hand, restricting him from going any further above but then his lips would finally come in contact to your neck, skimming across your neck as you involuntarily lift up your chin, allowing him better access on you. His other hand would slither across your back, his palm grazing over it causing your top to be barely covering your skin. You start to shiver at the gush of cold air that traversed across your back.

“Shownu, wait..”

You spoke as he starts to tug down unto your collar behind your neck. You can feel your body warming up as his touch would feel like a heat spanning across your veins. He then would begin to work on the buttons of your top before he would become aggressive with his mouth against your neck. Launching himself unto you as he parts his lip to engulf a portion of your neck to be soon greeted by his tongue gliding across. Your back would arch at the sensation of him rummaging your frame to which you’d jerk when he starts to lower himself down to the valley of your collarbones.

You shoved him backwards, recovering your personal space as you intently gaze over him. His deep nut-brown eyes glistened with eagerness as his chest heaved.

“You don’t like it if it’s me right?”

He exclaimed as his fingers would run across his chest, hooking his index finger unto his tie, loosening its knot and yanking it from his collar.

“Then you might like it better this way.”

Retrieving his stance in front of you, his hand glided across your temple, brushing the strands of hair just so his tie would settle against the bottom of your brows to hinder your vision and soon a knot would tie behind your head. Tightening it to make sure its place. You held your breathe as his hand soon would skim unto the threads of your hair, then halting midway as to ascend to cup the side of your neck as his digits grazes behind your neck. His thumb soon would press against your jawbone, prompting you to lift your chin up to which you obliged involuntarily. A soft gush of his sultry breath brushes against your neck before plunging his succulent lips across your skin. Pressing his dewy lips firmly, he began to part his lips shortly afterwards to cascade his tongue over.

His unpredicted moves were taunting you but it somehow made the whole scene titillating. Stimulating your nerves with every stroke of his finger across your figure as he skates his digits over your abdomen and extends directly unto the waistband of your trousers. Subsequently, he would part from you. The dampness across your neck and partially to your chest have been struck by the cold air due to his absence causing you to exhale sharply. You soon realize that he was trying to unbuckle your belt against your trousers before swiftly yanking it off of you. Tossing it just across the ground before resuming his way on you. This time, he became daring as his digits began to tug your waistband down. His other hand would slip beneath your top as his index drew circles against your back, even tracing the valley and repetitively budge upward and downward.

You succumb to his touch as you start to feel an unfamiliar sensation surging across your delicate area whilst his own groin have boldly rasp against yours.

His breathe skimmed over your neck, whilst his hand leisurely proceed to palm you through the fabric of your underwear.

“You’re heating up.“ he murmured before his tongue would cascade against your earlobe. Soon enough, his digits began to rub against the hem of your panties whilst his other hand boldly crawls from your belly and across the valley of your breasts. A grumble reverberated across your shoulder blade due to the piece of lingerie blocking him from touching your breasts. At this point, multiple creases have formed across your shirt due to his fervent caresses against you.

“I’m taking off your shirt.” he demanded as he began to unbutton and soon enough discards it off. His eyes gazes over your body although the cloth blocking from your eyes refrained you from taking in the sight of his ravenous expression written over his façade.

His steady digits gradually slip underneath your bra until his whole palm has enveloped your left breast. Before you could protest against his persistence, his remarkably soft and pliable lips smothered you. The collision was literally breathtaking as you felt his grip unto you tighten, securing you within his grasp as he savored the moment whilst you helplessly danced with his antics. His other hand soon would grab your chin as you detect a slight downward tug unto your chin.

“Open your mouth.“ he prompted in-between the vehement kiss. Shortly, you found yourself gaping your lips apart before his lips resumed its dominance against yours only to be greeted by his tongue gliding across the back of your lips. You flinched at the sudden and strange sensation but instinctively reached out unto his nape. He took you in like his favorite liquor and pressed his tongue dreadfully into yours. The lecherous sound of the kiss faintly echoes across the room as his digits eagerly stroke your chest. His tongue lapping unto yours as you tasted him, and he to you. His sultry breathe resonated in the cavern of your mouth as he occasionally bite unto your lower lip. Momentarily, you gasp out for air, craning your neck unto his side although that didn’t conclude his tongue’s voyage to lap unto your jaw and through your neck. You completely succumb unto his fervid gestures to the point where you relied unto his motion. He had deprived you of your sense of direction due to the blindfold although you didn’t seem to portray any attempt of removing it. As you start to falter after his next ardent wave of smothering kisses, he swiftly raised both of your thighs and affixed it beside his waist, as his crotch dangerously rasps against yours. Your back collided unto the lockers, producing a sudden loud thud but he didn’t waver at the thought of someone checking in on the two of you. You clasped your limbs together around his waist and allowed his hands to freely soothe unto your neck and rear. This time, he was fervently pressing you against the lockers, you can feel his body weighing down on you as your back agonizingly scrape unto it. Soon enough, the blindfold starts to loosen until it slowly drops and halts just around your neck. Your vision was a blur until his bewitching obsidian orbs met yours. His eyes narrowed as he briskly brought you unto the table nearby. Setting your back unto the table swiftly. Another loud thud echoed as you faintly groan. You squint at the blinding fluorescent lamp hovering above you and raised your palm to relieve you of the constraint it was giving to your eyes. Although as soon as you glance over him, he had already clutched unto your thighs and dragged you towards him. His top shirt already untidy as it encouraged him to strip it off of him, revealing his brawny physique. It had you shivering from the sight of it and the range of scenarios it can do to you. He bends forward and latches his lips again unto yours but soon would cascade over the valley between your breasts, lavishing you without every breaking his intense stare towards you. Both his palms situated against the curve of your waistline, grabbing you there whilst momentarily stroking you as his kisses travelled unto your navel and dangerously unto your lower abdomen. You heaved at the sensation although it was short as he got right back to level his eyes on you. He would lean in to kiss you by your neck before whispering,

“Your eyes tell me you’re in love with me, but why won’t you say it?”

You stutter as his words has taken you in by surprise. No appropriate answer formulate in your head although you can’t deny that a blossoming range of emotion was present, you were only attempting to discern what emotions were they. Despite the wild surge of thoughts and ideas circulating across your mind, you remained silent. Gazing at each other as if you could find the answer within the depth of his orbs, his grease black iris but there wasn’t any.

He retracted from his stance and reached for your hand. Lifting you into a seated position as he grasp unto your top, slowly buttoning your shirt up. Your orbs searched for his own but he was preoccupied unto your shirt. He stroked your shirt, attempting to eliminate the creases but it didn’t help so much. Soon, he was also buttoning up his own shirt and after he was done, he leaned in to greet your lips again with his tongue whilst stroking your thighs.

“I can’t continue without a definite answer but I hope these feelings are reciprocated.”

In a moment, his eyes projected sincerity. He looked steadily and intently in a few minutes before he shrugged and exited the room. You regretted not saying a word because in that moment, you already knew the answer.

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