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breezybangtanbebe · 5 months

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Favorite Positions: Monsta X OT7

A/N: this one is short horny drabble. Monsta X and what I believe their ideal sexual positions are.

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Hyunwoo: Missionary

Our boy Shownu is a lover. He's passionate and he wants to connect with you in every way he can as he slides his dick in and out of you slowly.

He wants you on your back, preferably in the middle of his bed with your legs wrapped around his waist. A perfect view of you laying beneath him, gazing up at him in submission always made his dick thump with need.

He'll take his time with you though, kissing you tenderly, stroking you slow and intentionally as your moans filled his bedroom.

Then gradually, another part of him takes over. Like a man shifting into a beast under the beams of a full moon, Hyunwoo's soft dominance morphs into a mind-numbing monster of pleasure.

He keeps you planted beneath him, pinning your hands above your head to keep you from scratching him up too much.

Despite him being a lowkey masochist and loving when you scratched, bit, or slapped him in the heat of the moment, he wasn't a fan of explaining the welts and scars from your nails to the stylists during fittings.

Wonho: From the side

This man is brutal when he has you where he wants you, and it's usually by surprise. Laying with him unsuspectingly as the little spoon on either the bed or the couch, Hoseok will grind his dick against your ass, making you aware of its condition as he kisses and licks your neck.

His hands will be all over you, squeezing your breast, skimming over your hips, tucking beneath your panties (if any) to toy with your pussy as you turned your head to kiss him.

You're already palming at his dick, stroking it so he groans against your lips with a smirk.

"Put it in.." he rasps, the gruffness of his voice making you obey him without hesitation.

His dick slides in the way a key slots into a lock made to fit it, and you both moan in tandem at how good it felt to be connected.

He moves slowly, flexing his hips to ease the tip of his dick deeper inside of you.

You lift your leg and it's kept there as Hoseok reaches underneath it to play with your clit as he went harder.

His buff bicep presses against your cheek as he held you in a gentle sleeper hold, fucking you harder with his fingers strumming over your clit faster and faster until spurts of release shoot out around his veiny shaft.

Minhyuk: On top with his hands around your throat

Our sweet Minny is a sadist. So the position doesn't matter to him.

But...

There were those moments when he had you folded like a pretzel, knees in your chest or bending over his shoulders, when Minhyuk liked to snake his hand up and between your breasts until it was clasping around your throat.

He gives you a gentle and unassuming squeeze, taking a second to glance down and watch his dick hammer into you. And when he hits you deeply, a strangled moan escapes you, and it's abruptly extinguished when Minhyuk's grasp on your throat tightens. Your eyes roll back and short sharp gasps counter the sounds of your wetness being pounded.

That always made his dick excruciatingly hard.

Kihyun: Reverse cowgirl

Kihyun is a little bit of a sadist too bit but he also enjoys fawning over you and your body. After a long day, he prefers to end it with you in his lap. Your back against his chest and with your head leaned back against his shoulder.

He hugs your waist, peppering little kisses against your neck and along the shell of your ear. He whispers as his hand explores your body.

"I want you baby...."

Delicate touches slip beneath your clothes, lifting your shirt from your body and skimming over your tummy until his hands nestle between your thighs.

"Take it off.."

You comply and once you're naked and Kihyun has his pants and underwear down and out of the way, you sink onto him with your hands on his knees for support.

And then you move.

Slowly at first, winding your hips in a circular motion in a tease as you fucked yourself on his length. Kihyun holds you gently at your waist, resisting the temptation to stroke you back.

His gaze is intent and focused on where he enters you, his breathing slow and his groans of approval unbridled.

Naturally, he wants to dominate and take his frustrations out on the softness of your heat.

But he also wants to watch you squeezing his dick from behind, admiring your ass and the curve of your waist as you bounce back on him.

"Mmmhmm...there you go...just like that.."

He slurs slightly as his jaw hangs, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth with his brow furrowed.

You were now bouncing on his dick and moaning senselessly to the ceiling. Head tipped back and body moving of its own volition as you used his dick to get you off.

He knows you needed this as much as he did and he allows you this moment to enjoy him without interference. Especially when he can tell you're about to cum, and this was when his grip on your waist tightens to keep you steady as you slammed down on him. He grunts in time with your rhythm, now biting his lip and breathing sharply through his nose.

He grins wolfishly at the lewd and wet sounds your pussy makes when you cream all over him, chuckling teasingly as you cried out.

"Yes baby..yes..." he groans, his smile fading as you slowed your pace from exhaustion. Your arms and legs were shaking by now and Kihyun huffed in amusement.

Wordlessly, he leans up on his knees and shifts your positions so that your front is pressed down against the couch to finish you with his hand around your throat.

Hyungwon: Ride him, he's lazy and likes to see your face

Mans be tired, ok?

He works out every day. He dances his ass off. He's tall, so you know his knees and back be aching.

And yes, when he has sex, Hyungwon goes all in. I get the feeling that he is a long and slow stroker.

But...

After being the full-time Monsta that he is, sometimes Hyungwon just wants to lay back and let you do the work. Literally.

"Go ahead..." he says, tipping his chin at you encouragingly as he laid back against the pillows. He relaxes his head on his hands with his darkened gaze on you and your body.

You're shamelessly nude and straddling Hyungwon's waist with your hands resting on his chest. You can't help but squeeze the perfectly sculpted muscles before grinding your body forward.

His dick was already nestled deep inside of you, the tip pressing against your cervix with even the slightest movement.

You winced at the flurry of pain and pleasure from the pressure of him impaling you from this angle, and Hyungwon kept his eyes fixed on your expression.

Opposite of Kihyun's fave, Hyungwon loved it when you hopped on top of him and rode his dick. Loved to watch you circle your hips and rise on your knees to slide up and down his shaft like a pole.

He lies with his knees bent, his legs spread, and his feet planted into the mattress for balance. For a good while, he doesn't touch you. He keeps his hands behind his head, and would sometimes buck his hips to stroke you back when you seemed to be getting tired.

When he does, you ride him harder as if it were a competition.

It lowkey was.

And Hyungwon chuckles breathily when your determination knitted in your brow melts to a relenting expression of surrender, he leans abruptly to cage you in his arms. Locking you in place, Hyungwon fucks you harder so that it's nearly impossible for you to catch your breath.

You cling to him, digging your nails into his shoulders as he takes control. When you cum, it's loud and extremely wet since he was giving all g-spot stimulation from this angle.

When he cums, it's deep inside of you.

Every time.

Thank God for condoms.

Jooheon: Anywhere, anytime. Doesn't care about the position

Honey isn't picky. He likes every position that involved his dick inside of you. On top. On bottom. From the back. From the side. Whichever way you wanted it was how he wanted to give it to you.

He is, however, extremely spontaneous. So try not to be surprised when you end up accosted by him in a dark corner or his upstairs walk-in closet.

You were just minding your business in there, plotting on what hoodie or shirt to steal when the sound of him closing the door has you jumping out of your bones.

"Boo!" He says with a smile and with one of his favorite shirts clutched against your chest, your heart flutters at the deepness of your man's voice.

"Shit!" You exclaim, turning on your heels just he's stalking towards you. You were caught red-handed and attempted to hide the shirt behind your back.

"Mmmhmm..." Jooheon smirks handsomely at your expression and you smile innocently.

"H..Hey...Whatchu doing here?" You ask and Jooheon perks his brow.

"What are you doing?" He follows up, steadily backing you deeper into the closet. You shrug nonchalantly and stumble when your back meets the wall. Jooheon stops an inch shy of you and huffs humorously through his nose with a dimpled smirk.

"Um.." you begin, your eyes dropping to his lips as the shadow of his proximity darkened. He smelled amazing despite him being fresh off from a day of dancing and working out. The scent of his sweat mixed with his everyday fragrance was addictive.

Jooheon smirks at your silence before crashing his lips into yours. The kiss is ardent and sloppy as if this were all he could think about doing all day. He makes a growling sound from deep in his throat, almost in relief as his plushy lips dominate your mouth.

Your eyes widened on contact, mostly out of shock since he'd snuck up on you. They flutter shut gradually though when you tasted the sweet flavor of candy on his determined tongue. You moan into his mouth, reaching up to tangle and tug at the back of his head.

Jooheon didn't give a damn about you stealing his clothes. Being a brand ambassador, his closet was full of shit he didn't wear, and most of it looked better on you anyway.

He was just happy to have you here alone. His dick had been straining against his clothes all day, which was difficult to conceal in sweats.

He needed you.

Without asking, Jooheon reaches to yank your shorts down your legs and you let him. Seconds later he was pulling himself from his pants, not even bothering to push them down further than his thighs.

He lifts your leg and hikes it over his hip, shoving the blunt thickness of his dick against your entrance.

Both of you had to adjust your positions for optimal comfort, Jooheon pinning you to the wall to keep you in place.

You kept your elbows on his shoulders with your hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as he drilled into you.

Jooheon was good for a quickie since he was a man with so much repressed energy. If he couldn't release it all on stage or in practice, you were his most preferred outlet.

Changkyun: Backshots. Duh

"What's my name?"

"What's my fucking name?..."

The audacity of him to assume you could even say your own damn name right now. You couldn't say anything from the way he was handling you.

Face pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, bed, and floor.

Anywhere he could pin you so that you couldn't move.

Changkyun is an introvert 100%. He's not a man that says much if he doesn't have much to say. And that pretty much applied to when he was horny. He used his words only to command you into his favorite position.

Ass up and back arched so that he could watch it bounce back against his dick.

Changkyun isn't gentle either. He wants you to feel every inch of him and he wants it to hurt a little. His fingers will almost always leave a mark on your waist or ass cheeks from squeezing you harshly.

The tip of his dick will always hit you right where it needed to and the sharp delicious sting against your cervix repeatedly always had you shaking.

He's very active and in shape, which meant his stamina was unmatched. Never expect a quickie from this man.

"Don't make me ask again.." his gruff tone has a hint of a threat in it and you turn your head promptly to answer. His name comes out amid a drawn-out moan of ecstasy, intelligible and strained. But it's enough to feed Changkyun's ego and he smirks with accomplishment as he lifts his leg and plants his foot on the bed.

"That's right..." he exhales, tipping his head back and pounding into you harder. His tongue hangs from his mouth as if he could taste you in the air. It was indeed thick and humid from the sex.

He drops his chin to watch your opaque creaminess coating his dick the more he drives his hips into you. You'd cum a couple of times already and the evidence dripped down your inner thighs.

He loved the sound of it, squelching and mixing around his dick.

"Oh..baby....fuck..." he'd groan, crinkling his brow and licking the sweat from his upper lip. His jaw then goes slack, his nostrils flaring in time with his panted breaths the closer his nut inched forward.

"Fuck!" You both cried out when Changkyun slammed deep into you, only to pull himself out so that he could jerk himself the rest of the way. He spurts his seed all over the front of your pussy and ass.

You wheezed an exalting breath against the sheets, relieved and slightly disappointed at the same time.

The feeling of him dripping over your skin is the last thing on your mind once he pushes his dick back inside of you. It's unexpected and you mewl at the feeling of being full of him again.

Changkyun was absolutely the breed of man who could cum and still be hard. His refractory period was nonexistent and before you can catch your breath, Changkyun is pushing your butt down to lay flat.

His hips are back to doing their dirty work.

#changkyun #monsta x smut #hyungwon #jooheon #kihyun #minhyuk #shownu #hyunwoo #wonho #Spotify

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latherinhoney · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 day 1 - need you

(jooheon - monsta x)

genre: (non-idol au)

warnings: (18+), (hard smut), (dumification) (slight exhibitionism?? kinda ) (cockwarming) (free use) (grinding) (pet names) (vaginal sex) (some cum-eating like if you squint)

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a/n: i have not written in like god knows how long so please forgive me if my writing isn't the best, but this is like very self-indulgent lmao so i'm hoping you guys like it as well and feel free leave me any requests!

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One of jooheon’s favorite things to do was play video games. He spent the majority of his free time playing them whenever he wasn’t occupied with something else. It wasn’t a major issue for you and you didn’t mind it as you were busy doing other things as well. Though today it was starting to catch up to you. You remembered it’d been a few days since you and jooheon had last had sex and pretty soon it was all that filled your mind. You and jooheon had sex on a regular basis so it wasn’t like you were lacking but today the urge was strong. You came home from work and all that was on your mind was finally being able to find some release. As you were entering the door you could hear jooheon yelling from upstairs

“hey, hey kyun back me up there’s a shooter on my left” jooheon yelled into the mic

You laughed as you just heard him yelling other non-sense from the room. You set your stuff down and walked into the room.

“hey baby” you said as you opened the door to the room and saw him sitting in front of his pc

“hey babe” he said turning his head quickly and shooting you a half smile and went back to focusing on his game

you frowned and walked over to the drawers and started choosing the clothes you were going to wear after the shower, usually you’d just go for something oversized but today you went for something a little more skimpy hoping you’d catch jooheons attention after getting out of the shower. You got undressed and started showering letting your body relax under the water.

You stayed there for a few more minutes before you finished washing up and got out. You walked over to your clothes and held up what you we’re hoping would catch jooheon’s attention, a very skimpy lingerie dress barely covering your butt and showing a whole lot of clevage. You finished putting it on and walked out of the bathroom. You saw that jooheon still hadn’t finished his game and you felt a disappointed but regardless called out to get his attention.

“baby” you called over and jooheon who turned around with a stressed look on just glanced over

“you look great babe” he said and went back to his game.

you couldn’t believe it, if it had been any other time he would’ve practically jumped from his seat and would’ve start tearing off the dress.

“jooheon?” you said again trying to get his attention but this time he didn’t even bother turn around he just kept talking into his headset

By this point you were more angry then desperate and walked over to his desk to see what was holding him up. His attention was fully on the game and didn’t even realize you were walking over until you waved a hand in his face.

“ hold on guys give me a moment” jooheon said taking his headset off and sighing

“What’s up babe?” he asked with a slight irritation

“what do you mean what’s up? don’t you see what i’m wearing? you said basically having to point it put to him

“ it’s been a while since we’ve last had sex and i need you really bad” you whined to him

He had a puzzled look on his face and realized it had been a while since you guys had last fucked.

“ i’m sorry babe once i finish this game we can” he said about to put the headset on

“but i need you now not later” you tugged on his shirt

“i promise” shooting you a dimpled smiled and went back to his game

“alright kyun i’m back” you heard him say into the mic

By this point you were so needy and desperate your better judgement was starting to get deluded. As jooheon was focused on the game you nudged jooheon’s arm to move to the side so you could at least sit on his lap. He moved his arm to the side letting you sit down on his lap and continued playing. You watched for a few minutes before need started overtaking your mind and you realized the position you were in. As he was focused you started slowly moving your hips on his crotch.

To which he let out a small grunt and shot you a glare, you couldn’t help but smirk and continued despite his disagreement. You could tell it was getting to him by the way he kept stuttering over the mic and had to take deep breaths in. On the other hand your hips couldn’t stop moving at how great it felt. You kept moving your clit over a certain spot and was just the perfect amount of friction. You kept going until you could feel your underwear starting to get wet and noticed a wet spot on the crotch of jooheon’s pants.

You could feel him starting to twitch under you and eventually felt the print of his cock right on your underwear. This egged you on to keep moving your hips even more, as you started softly moaning. You could tell his composure was starting to wear thin as he could hardly focus anymore and kept dying repeatedly in his game. You we’re getting close as you kept rubbing yourself on that spot and jooheon’s hard-on giving you even more friction. Your breathing started getting heavier with each grind with your underwear growing even wetter and wetter. You could feel jooheon slightly starting to buck his hips trying to get any relief but you grabbed onto both of his thighs and held them down.

You were going to get your release first before he could. Holding his thighs down gave you more control and you continued moving your hips down on him. You felt a warmth starting to grow rapidly in your stomach and knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. Jooheon at this point was practically biting his tongue trying not to make any noise and only responded back to his teammate when necessary

“Jooheon your awfully quiet” questioned Changkyun “something happen?”

Jooheon having to restrain his voice while you were on the brink of cumming responded

“n-no I’m fine i’m just a little tired from the yelling that’s all” responded jooheon

“hmm i hope that’s it” answered changkyun vaguely

At this point the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter to where you knew you’d cum any second now. With jooheon trying to keep his composure even though you knew it was about to crumble and that fact that you had an “audience” spurred you on.

“ can’t hold it in mmmuch longer” you whined

“mmmh gonna cum” you moaned out

Jooheon was pratically whimpering at this point over the fact that you were going to cum and couldn’t find any sense of release. And then finally the cord in your stomach snapped and a wave came crashing you down

“fuck” you moaned as you rode out your orgasm, one of the most intense ones you’ve felt in a while

Jooheon was so hard and overstimulated at this point with you basically cumming on his crotch and him not being able to move as his cock was restricted by his pants. You get up off of his pants and can see the huge wet spot you left on his crotch, your mind was practically mush at this point with how badly you needed him and wanted him inside you. Jooheon kept trying to keep his cool and had to brush off any comments made by his teammate and act like any of this wasn’t happening. Seeing the strained look on jooheon’s face made you laugh at the fact that you were doing this to him and he couldn’t fight back as he had his hands tied. You leaned over to his crotch and started undoing the zipper and button as you looked up at him he looked at you with pleading eyes to please wait but you continued pulling down his pants to only leave him in his boxers.

His cock was pushing hard against the fabric of his underwear and already had a huge wetspot on them from his pre-cum. You slowly pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock as it sprung out. It was stiff and leaking with pre-cum, you put it towards your mouth giving it a small lick and jooheon bit down on his lip trying not to moan into the mic but you stand up and jooheon’s confused as to what you’re going to do because he thought you were just about to give him a blowjob.

You lift your dress up and slip off your underwear that we’re practically sticking to you from how much you had cum beforehand. You grabbed Jooheons stiff cock in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. Jooheon winced at you grabbing his cock considering how sensitive he was and was waiting for any type of movement. You aligned his cock and slowly started slipping it in, rolling your eyes and gasping at how good he felt. Your walls were practically clenching around him and begging for any type of movement.

Jooheon was going insane at how tight and warm you felt and had to use all the strength in his body to not flat out moan into the mic. His mind was turning into mush and he was pleading at this point for any release trying to buck his hips into you but you had other plans. In order to teach him a lesson you weren’t going to move at all, you were just going to sit and act like you didn’t have him inside of you. Your body was screaming at you to move as the feeling was so intense but you needed to prove your point. Even though it was killing you on the inside you just acted like nothing and continued sitting on jooheon.

At this point jooheon’s mind was crumbling he needed you so badly to move, any movement at this point, he just needed something. He tried bucking his hips and moving but you weren’t budging. He was going insane, your insides felt so warm and he wanted nothing more then to fuck you senseless and stuff you full of his cum. His mind was going a hundred trying to focus and finish this stupid fucking game but something in him snapped, he couldn’t hold out any longer

“kyun i’m gonna have to leave you” he rambled into the mic immediately taking off the headset and turning off the game.

Catching you by surprise as he starts to fuck into you on the chair, both of you gasping for the friction you both needed so badly.

“fuck baby you were teasing me huh?” he moans into your ear as he fucks into you

“promise i won’t leave my babygirl hanging like that again” he grunts as he continues to buck into you.

A few more thrusts and he pulls you off of him

“Get on the bed” he commands taking his shirt off

“Im not done with you” he says as he starts taking your dress off “Im gonna make sure my babygirl feels so good”.

#monsta x jooheon #monsta x smut #jooheon smut #joohoneysmut #monstaxsmut #monstaxkinktober #monsta x hard hours #monsta x #monsta x joohoney #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #monsta x reader

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dreamaze · 1 year

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Minhyuk × Roses (AGONY) Are You There? // We Are Here

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scuopsie · 2 years

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HELLO????? LIGHT AND DARK PRINCES??

#they legit spray painter the shoot out throne black kdnfkdnd #wonho #monsta x #hyungwon

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momobani · 4 months

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ADDICTED

THE WAY I hate YOU - chapter 5A - 5.3k

&team Nicholas x fem!reader - arranged marriage AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Sum: you somehow make your dreams come true.

Warnings: swearing, mention of food, NICHOLAS (just him as an entity lol), smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe pls!)

Soundtrack rec: Addicted - Monsta X

Taglist: @nichoswag @seokka0o @sseastar-main @hyuckslvr @ssshasssh @wtfisgoingright

A/N: honestly i have nothing to say for myself. that's it lol.

It’s been around four months since you’ve gotten married and you notice a definite change in the air between you and Nicholas, though if you were being honest, it’s very likely that it was just you dealing with the aftermath of all those random dreams you’d had about him.

You could believe that but Nicholas’ actions were telling a very different story; you didn’t want to be delusional but you could swear he was watching you, dissecting you or something, his lingering gaze making you flush and turn around to stare back, as if challenging him to commit to a stare off, but he would simply feign ignorance and go about his day.

You’d been quieter lately, minding your own business, each of you volunteering to do house chores alone rather than together - you went for groceries today, looking at the list Nicholas sent you after work. You came home to the smell of him cooking something mouth watering.

You hum a greeting to each other and you almost go to your room, but you realise that it would be weird to actively avoid your husband. It was somewhat awkward now but if you tried to get away, it would become worse. And if there’s one thing you hated, was making an awkward situation more awkward.

Instead, Nicholas pulls out two sets of cutlery and plates and puts them on the table; a silent invitation for you to eat together. He seems to do it without a second thought.

You pour some water in a couple glasses and place them on the table as your contribution after putting away the groceries.

It’s getting really warm in your kitchen despite the open window and Nicholas shrugs off his sweater, leaving him a thin, white vest that shows off the bulk of his shoulders and arms. You do a double take - since when was your husband this beefy? Like you knew he was pretty strong but like this was different. Had you not noticed?

He catches you staring and you think that he smirks to himself as he turns back to the pan. Your theory is confirmed when he asks you:

“Liking what you see, Mrs Wang?” the smirk evident in his voice. Your brows furrow together.

“Have you been sneaking out of our house and sleeping at the gym lately?” you sass back, trying to stay unaffected.

But you were awfully, obviously, severely affected.

And Nicholas noticed that too.

“No, you just don’t spend a lot of time looking at me when I’m not wearing clothes.” his words cause a flurry of anxiety to shoot through your veins.

He knew, he knew, he must do, he must have read your mind and seen exactly what you’d been fantasising about. The images flash through your mind and you shift at the dinner table, feeling wound up tighter and tighter, uneasy in your seat.

There’d been days when you would just take care of how you were feeling yourself, locking your door whenever he was out and just giving yourself all the pleasure you needed to make your uneasiness go away. But it was starting to become harder to ignore.

You realise that you’re quiet for too long. “Y’know I think I actually see you without clothes far too often.” you say, still trying to keep up a front. “I’m starting to think you like the attention.”

Nicholas stops stirring. “Oh?” he asks, clearly bemused even though you can’t see his face. “So you admit I have your attention?”

“Why would you want it?” you mutter but he doesn’t hear you over the noise of the kitchen. “Only on weekends.” you reply.

“Wow, YN. You wound me.” he says sarcastically. “What about the week days? Am I not riveting enough during the week?”

Unfortunately for you, he was far too riveting, every single day you saw him and then the times you were away from him too, and when he occupied the empty spaces of your mind.

“I’m busy during the week.” you lie. “I don’t have time to think about you or what you’re wearing or doing, I need to focus-”

“So I’m a distraction?” he asks, finally stopping the heat and taking the pan away. You can’t think for a moment - was it because he was right? Or was it because you were distracted by the way his muscles tensed as he carried the pan to the table?

Your brain finally betrays you and you snap.

“Yes, Nicholas. Because you’re fucking distracting and I don’t need distractions.” you huff. You might have sounded harsher if it didn’t all come out as a strained whisper-shout.

You’re nearly trembling and it strikes you with fear because how could you be so affected by him? How could you feel so tense and adrenalised from just a random conversation?

How could you want him this much?

You hadn’t even voiced it in your own mind, but now it hits you with a blistering clarity.

You wanted him so fucking much.

To touch him, to feel him, to say his name as if he was actually yours. You didn’t know if you were falling in love with him, that question was too difficult for you to face right now, but you were definitely falling somehow - flailing even, swept off your feet as he pulled the rug beneath it when you were least expecting.

You don’t wait for him to reply, thinking you probably over stepped and sounded ridiculous and not to mention rude. You get up with a screech of your chair and leave.

“Hey, YN, wait!” Nicholas comes after you, catching your wrist and pulling you back gently. “What’s going on?”

You hate the weight of his eyes, their concern burning a hole through you but you force yourself to look up for just a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just a little tense, don’t mind it.” you try to extract your hand and go but he doesn’t let you go yet.

“You should eat something.” he says and you let him pull you back to the table.

You sit in silence, starting to eat so it doesn’t look like you’re avoiding a conversation. You’d failed your initial goal, the awkwardness settling over you like a blanket.

You should have just avoided him because now all you could think about was him as you ate.

He sat across from you so all you needed to do was raise your eyes to look at him.

To look at the way he picked up the glass of water, bringing it to his lips - god, his lips - sipping for a moment then deciding the thirst was overwhelming and tipping back the glass and his head, the majesty of his neck on full display as he swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed once, twice-

Then he looks right at you, at your hungry eyes and seems to see right through you.

“YN, what’s wrong?” he puts the glass down.

“I told you, I’m just tense. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.” you say neutrally.

“Don’t bullshit me. I know you better than that. Something’s bothering you. You can tell me. Am I not your friend?” he asks earnestly, almost hurt.

You sigh. “Yes, Nicholas, you’re my friend.” you say. “But you’re also my husband.” you say as if that explains everything. It leaves him more confused than ever.

He doesn’t say anything else, waiting for you elaborate and after a while you do.

“You were right.” you begin. Nicholas frowns comically.

“Now I know something’s definitely wrong.” he mumbles. “What was I right about? I feel like I would remember such a momentous occasion.”

His comment makes a smile threaten to break out on your face. Trust Nicholas to only take that away from what you were about to say.

“Remember on the island, that night we couldn’t sleep. You were talking about how eventually we’re going to have needs and we won’t know what to do about it.” you explain. “I think I’m getting there and it’s really frustrating.”

Nicholas is pensive for a moment, as if he’s really thinking about a solution. It’s kind of funny to see him take this conundrum more seriously than most other things.

“That makes a lot of sense.” he concludes finally. Now it’s your turn to be confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been avoiding me lately,” you feel a pang of guilt. “And you’ve been quiet and grouchy and…” he trails off.

“And what?” you press, feeling far too exposed from Nicholas’ observations.

“And you’ve been looking at me as if you want to eat me.” he says. “You’re not slick, you know.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. So he’d definitely clocked it.

“R-right.” you say, your embarrassment making you stutter. “Let me leave with my pride.” you get up again, abandoning your plate. Bringing this up had been a bad idea.

“That’s it?” Nicholas asks after you. You stop. “You’re not going to ask me what I think about it?”

What would he think? And why does he want you to ask?

“Do I want to know?” you think out loud. “Fine, what to do you think about it?” you say turning back around expectantly. Nicholas gets up and walks up to you, not quite closing the distance between you. You almost step back on instinct.

“I think we shouldn’t just leave it alone.” he says looking at you. His eyes are searching your face, as if looking for the slightest hint of reluctance. You’re sure he won’t be able to find any.

“So you want to talk about it?” you check.

“Yes.”

“And what are you going to say about it?” you ask, suddenly sceptical.

“I think we should try having sex.” he says as if it’s no big deal. You blink. You must have heard him wrong. “YN?” he asks when you don’t say anything. “Is that not what you were talking about? Because if it’s not then this is so fucking embarrassing-”

“It was.” you reassure him. “I just didn’t expect that.”

Nicholas tilts his head. “Then what did you expect? For me to say no?” he steps closer. Your body reacts immediately, a shiver crawling up your spine. Ugh, he hadn’t even touched you and you were freaking out. “For me to turn you down when it’s been on my mind too?” he steps further. You feel anchored to the floor for the moment.

“It has?”

He nods. “Especially that day.” he says. “I heard…” he hesitates. “Nevermind.” he concludes.

You’re almost too embarrassed to respond. “Whatever you heard, ignore it.” you daren’t look up and meet his eyes.

“How can I?” he demands suddenly. Your eyes snap towards him. “How can I ignore the way you said my name like that?”

His name? You swear you hadn’t even let that slip, unless-

Your dream. You must have been sleep talking too.

You wait for the ground to swallow you up but it doesn’t. Instead, Nicholas’ eyes pierce into you.

“Why so shy now, YN?” he asks, condescending. “After moaning my name, you act as if it never happened.” he continues. You can’t tell if he’s angry or amused or both somehow. “Are you that proud? Or are you ashamed of what you want?”

“No.” you almost cower under his stare but will yourself to keep standing straight.

“Then why do you keep doing this?” he sighs, deflated. “You used to say exactly what you meant, but you never do anymore. What happened? Why can’t you just tell me what you want?” he looks at you, almost desperately. “Please? Tell me what you want.”

You realise that you’d gotten much closer in the span of a few seconds, the two of you subconsciously moving until you’re almost backed into the wall. You can feel the heat radiating off his body.

You stay stunned for a moment. You weren’t used to being asked what you wanted. Your whole life had been you being told what to do, how to be, your choices being manipulated at every turn. Indeed, you’d been taught not to ask for anything because you already had everything, so what more could you possibly want?

What did you want?

Nicholas’ eyes hold yours persistently, compelling you to speak.

What did you really want?

“You.” you breathe. “I want you.” you mumble, heart starting to race.

You think you imagine it, but there’s a certain twinkle that appears in his eyes, a smugness that can only be the result of being proven correct. It sends a thrum of excitement buzzing to the pit of your belly.

“You want me to what?” he continues, closing in on you, eyes growing hungrier. Somehow his energy makes you grow more confident. Or desperate.

“I want you to kiss me.” you say, betraying yourself.

“And?” You hesitate. “Oh, c’mon, YN. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me.” he says, voice low.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s better.” he praises, mouth hovering close to yours with a smirk. “So you were thinking about me, hmm?” he doesn’t give in to you just yet, keeping his face close but lips just out of reach, his nose brushing against yours. “Were you imagining me fucking you dumb?” but it’s not a question; he’s informing you of your thoughts in case you’d forgotten.

“Maybe,” you whisper, feeling a wave of goosebumps when one of Nicholas’ hands snuck up to your waist, fingers finding your skin in the gap between your clothes.

“Interesting.” he replies, sliding that same hand up your skin and taking the fabric of your shirt with it only to let it drop. Fucking tease. “I was thinking about it too, wondering about what was underneath that little sleep shirt of yours. Or what you did when you locked yourself in your room.”

You tense up at the mention of your room. Had he seen or heard anything else?

“Oh?” Nicholas asks without withdrawing even a millimetre. “I was only guessing but I guess I was right.” he teases. “I can totally imagine it; your fingers just aren’t enough, are they?” he continues, having a total field day making you squirm with just his words. You shift slightly as if to prove his point.

“You sure talk a lot, Nicholas, are you sure you want to do this?” you sass back, ready to hit a nerve. And you surely did because Nicholas draws back, assessing you for a moment silently. You stare back expectantly, finally gaining some confidence in your actions.

He doesn’t say another word.

Instead, he pulls your body forward, flush against his and catches your lips with his. You’re semi-expecting but it still takes you a split second to kiss him back properly, eyes falling closed. You hold on to his shoulders for stability and let him deepen the kiss.

The kiss was searing, way too hot and desperate, and you could feel his intent. You knew that you wanted him but you were certain that he wanted you too now. There was an undeniable chemistry between you, a magnetic pull that couldn’t be torn apart so easily.

You can feel yourself starting to burn up, need starting to crawl under your skin. You stifle a moan when his tongue starts to play with yours, the sound reverberating straight into his mouth. It only seems to spur him on and push you up against the wall, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs to prop you up in his arms. The motion spreads your legs to accommodate his figure between them, his crotch pressing right into your clothed heat. You can feel him growing hard against you while you make out vehemently, the sensation driving you crazy immediately as you feel a familiar ache take hold of you.

As much as you love what you’re doing now, your desperation only gets stronger and you feel like you might explode. You practically claw at Nicholas’ vest, trying to get his attention but also get the damn thing off. He gets the message and starts to pull it off, breaking the kiss with a gasp so he can whip it off, all while still keeping you propped up. When he presses up against you again, you can feel the heat of his skin even through your own t-shirt. He slows for a moment, as if giving you a chance to speak, or catch your breath, mouth touching yours softly before moving to its side and then to your cheek.

“Should we go?” he breathes between kisses. You nod languidly, too lost in the haze that’s taken over your vision.

“Yeah,” you manage, somehow incredibly breathless.

Nicholas doesn’t let you go, but opts to carry you off. You grab onto him tightly and let him walk to his room, the closer of the two in your house. It’s a second until you’re lying on his bed, his weight on top of you while you start to shed layers of clothes. You don’t even think to be self-conscious about your very bland and boring underwear since you’re too busy sucking face with your husband.

It starts to sink in as to what you’re doing and that Nicholas had made it clear he was at your disposal, your brain starting to wake up to the endless possibilities of what you could do. It had been a while and you wanted to do a lot, your greed eating away at you. You break away for a second, mind made up on what you wanted first.

“Nico?” you say. He hums in response while moving down to nose at your neck while you catch your breath. “I wanna suck you off, please?” you add for good measure, though you were sure he wouldn’t need that much convincing - who would?

He does straighten up to look at you though, suddenly wide awake. “Really?” you almost laugh at his hopeful expression.

“Yeah, now move.” you practically overturn him so he lands on his back. You crawl on top of him, kissing him one last time on the mouth then migrating down, neck, chest, abs until you get to his clothed member. He does nothing but stare down at you in fascination, his eyes clouded with lust. You loved that look; it was exactly what you were trying to achieve.

“Surprised?” you ask, trailing a finger lightly down the protruding hardness in his boxers.

“A little, but I’m excited to see this side of you.” he admits, tongue swiping over his lower lip.

“Hm, you haven’t seen a damn thing yet, sweetheart.” you assure him.

“I know you’re not bark and no bite, so show me, YN.” he prompts.

You slide the material down, making sure it drags across his skin, to reveal his cock, all too hard and red, before you take his length into your hand, letting the waist band snap back. Nicholas barely flinches at the contact but you don’t miss the micro-flutter of his eyes.

You lean in, swiping a hand over his tip to collect any precum to use as lube, sliding your closed fist down the length of his dick before taking his tip into your mouth. He’s girthier than average so you definitely feel the tiniest stretch, but it only registers for a second while you adjust your stance and run your tongue over his head, tracing different shapes over his slit. It seems to be working because Nicholas’ abs relax and contract as he sucks in a shaky breath, body responding to your touch.

You gain some confidence and start to jerk him off with your hand while keeping his tip in your mouth, spit starting to drip out and down his shaft, while you switch between sucking and using your tongue, watching his face contort in pleasure while you work him towards an orgasm. He can’t seem to contain himself anymore and sighs quietly, a near moan escaping his lips while you start to take him further into your mouth and down your throat. You’d warmed up by now, ready to make his head spin.

You try your best not to gag as your head bobs up and down, eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the sensation. You could swear your pussy was leaking by now but you resist the urge to touch yourself - you’d waited this long, so a while longer wouldn’t make a difference. You look back up at him after a moment, meeting his eyes, making sure he was still watching you as you slowly slid him out of your mouth to take a breather. His eyes are unmistakably glazed over but he’s fighting to look back at you.

You keep pumping your hand while your free hand comes up to wipe the spit that gathered at the edges of your mouth.

“That good?” you ask, already knowing the answer from the way Nicholas’ chest falls and rises as he pants, mouth agape.

“Really fucking good…” he mutters, voice hoarse with pleasure. He clears his throat half-heartedly. “Should have done this way earlier,” he starts to straighten up, which confuses you. “Because I swear I might die if I don’t fuck you right now.” he doesn’t give you a moment to process even though you’d already frozen just from the way he was looking at you.

Then you’re on your back, one of Nicholas’ hands around your waist keeping you flushed against him. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh and you can feel your hole react, clenching over nothing with need.

“Drama queen.” you mumble just before he catches your mouth with his again. It feels all too good to kiss him again, skin to skin, completely lost in the way your body fits against his.

You chase his mouth when he pulls away again.

“Let me get protection-”

“I don’t mind it without,” you say before having a change to overthink. Nicholas just blinks at you. “I just finished my period,” you say for clarification. He sighs in relief. “I’m clean so if you are too, then forget it.”

“I’m good too but are you sure?” he asks, clearly sceptical but you can’t help but find the little tinge of hope in his voice entertaining. Nicholas was a man after all.

“Yeah, we’ll just use condoms next time.” you shrug, then mentally hit yourself. Your words hang in the air.

‘Next time’?

Would there even be a next time?

Maybe in your head, there was already a next time, then a time after that, and a time after that again-

“Alright,” he replies, a half-smirk appearing on his face. The amusement in his voice is obvious while he pushes you up to the pillows so you can rest your head there.

The two of you adjust until your legs are spread wide enough to allow him access to your dripping cunt. You can’t tear your eyes away as you watch Nicholas line himself up to your hole, the head of his cock teasing your folds, spreading your arousal around.

You moan loudly in relief, throwing your head back and melting into the bed, when you feel him finally slide in, stretching you gently inch by inch. You can’t stop your body from arching into Nicholas, hands finding purchase on his biceps for stability. He hoists you up by your hips a little in response, grabbing one of the spare pillows to lodge under your back so you can keep this angle as he bottomed out.

You almost choke on air as you feel him deep in your guts, his length filling you to the brim. You have no words, looking at him dumbly as he starts to rock his hips into yours gently. The slide of his cock against your walls feels far too good for you to disturb this quiet pace. Instead, sounds of your pleasure tumble out of your mouth, uncensored and too loud to your own ears.

But you can’t help it.

You’re so far gone, so fucked out that every wall you put up, every facade you kept up, everything comes crashing down. Nicholas’ head drops to your shoulder, his breath hot on your sensitive neck while he grips your hips tightly for leverage. He’s mostly sighing quietly, a few contained hums and moans reverberating through his chest and into you.

“Look at you, Mrs Wang,” he murmurs, obviously teasing. “Such a mess for me, hmm.” he kisses the spot just under your ear and it sends a light shiver to your spine.

You can’t even form a coherent sentence to retort with. You barely squeeze his arm in response, trying to quieten your moans down because clearly it was going to your husband’s head.

“What’s that? Nothing to say anymore?” he continues, driving his hips into yours with deliberate precision. It’s as if he knows that you need more already but he wants you to say it.

“Please,” you manage, nails digging into his skin.

“Please what, baby?” he hums, one hand snaking up your torso to play with your chest.

You whine from the sudden stimulation. “Harder, N-nico, please.” you let out pathetically. You don’t recognise your own breathy voice with the way its laced with need.

“Harder?” he questions, raising his head to smile at you. You look at him closely for the first time in a few minutes and notice his lips are flushed and swollen, so you can only imagine what you must look like. “Alright.” he agrees then pulls away, large hands lifting you up slightly so he can toss the pillow away. You don’t really see it flying off in your peripheral vision because you’re too focused on the way Nicholas wraps your legs around his waist securely and presses you into the bed.

The pace he starts is gruelling and knocks the wind out of you as he begins fucking you into the mattress, cock buried in your cunt and barely sliding out. You yelp in surprise but then groan at how amazing it feels, the head of cock hitting that one spot continuously until you think you’re going to black out. You cling on to Nicholas however you can while his hand curls around your cheek and the back of your head to keep your eyes on him while he rearranges your insides.

You start to feel an orgasm starting to build up despite the lack of attention on your clit and you wonder if you could just reach between your bodies and-

“Are you close?” Nicholas interrupts your only, albeit partially formed, thought in a while.

“Yeah, close…” you pant.

It’s enough for Nicholas to slow down and then pull out completely and you whine in confusion.

“Turn around, c’mon.” he says, helping you sit up and scramble around until you’re on your knees. You can feel Nicholas’ body practically on top of yours, gently pushing you down until you’re resting on your elbows, ass up in the air and he lines himself up again with your hole. You moan quietly when he slides back in, the change of angle refreshing but just as mind-numbing. You’re not sure how long you’d last propped up like this but it doesn’t matter when Nicholas starts fucking you from behind.

You bury your face in the mattress, the soft sheets under your cheek while your husband pounds into you, rocking your whole body with the force of his thrusts. It’s possibly the roughest anyone’s ever been with you but you were enjoying it more than you’d ever admit.

There’s not much activity happening in your brain, but your body certainly knew it - this was the most mind blowing sex you’d ever experienced and you didn’t know if it was just because it had been a long time since you’d slept with anyone or because Nicholas was that good, or maybe even because you were married and you’d definitely see each other in the morning.

You moaned into the bed, your voice muffled but still loud while Nicholas wrecked your pussy, his own moans getting louder as he buried himself deeper with every thrust if that was possible.

“Fuck, i-it feels so good, Nico.” you babble, hands fisting the sheets underneath you.

“Yeah?” his voice thicker and gruffer than you’d ever heard it before. “You like my cock so much, baby?” he teases you.

“Yes!” you whine in approval. “Love your cock so much…” you reply, feeling like you’re melting into the bed. “Nico, I’m close,” you manage.

“Me too, baby, c’mere,” he pants. One hand snakes around your body and finds its way to your clit, his fingers starting to rub circles gently.

“Put your hand around my throat,” you say suddenly, head swimming with pleasure.

“Damn,” Nicholas hisses. “I didn’t know my baby was so nasty.” he chuckles, but complies, helping you rise up so you could lean back on him while his hands worked your body into a frenzy. “You’re such a pretty slut for me, YN.” he whispers in your ear. “Letting me fuck your tight little pussy raw.”

You didn’t know why but his words made you whine even more, hole clenching tightly as your orgasm finally hit, shaking your body to the core. The pleasure was too immense, your hands clinging onto Nicholas’ forearms for stability, though you knew he wouldn’t let you fall, the muscle enveloping you sturdy.

You’re not sure if you screamed or moaned, swore or cried Nicholas’ name but you were sure that you might get a noise complaint if your neighbours were home.

The next thing you know is that you’re on your back again, Nicholas above you as he spreads your legs and buries his cock into your sopping cunt as your walls still spasm from the orgasm, extending the waves of pleasure running through your body.

This time you can feel him chasing his own high, head hung low and resting on your shoulder as he grunts quietly into your skin, which shines with a thin sheen of sweat. Your hand makes its way to stroke the back of his neck, fingertips light on his skin.

“You fuck me so well, Nico, feel so fucking good.” you praise him, making an effort to move your mouth between moans. “Want your cum so bad, come on my tits.” He doesn’t say anything but hums in acknowledgement, a stray cracked moan escaping his lips as you can feel his cock twitch inside you.

Nicholas pulls out of you swiftly, large hand wrapping around his leaking cock and pumping until he comes with a groan, thick ropes of cum colouring your chest.

He seems to be barely holding on and keels over on the bed next to you, matching your heavy breaths and staring up at the ceiling.

“That was very necessary.” you comment when you finally catch your breath.

“Oh yup, incredibly.” he agrees, nodding.

You lie there for a minute, coming down slowly as your head clears and your heart stops hammering in your chest and it dawns on you what you just did and who you did it with.

It didn’t make sense suddenly; Nicholas was so good in bed - you knew that anything you’d had until now paled in comparison. He could most certainly have anyone he wanted, so the question rang through your mind: why would he end up with you?

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Nicholas touches your hand gently, pulling you away from your thoughts. “Unless…” he trails off. Your pussy reacts before your brain and you can’t help but smile a little.

“Round two?” you suggest, thoughts becoming a foreign concept once again. Nicholas grins back at you.

“Round two.” he says, closing the distance between you and kissing you again.

a/n: thanks for reading, feedback is always appreciated <3 so yeah that happened, things are about to get complicated for YN yay-[gunshots]

#&team #andteam #&team nicholas #wang yixiang #nicholas x reader #&team x reader #&team fics #&team smut #&team scenarios #andteam smut #momobani.writes

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Comatose (Jongho) pt. 1

Mafia!Choi Jongho x fem!Reader

>> Being the lover of mafia member Choi Jongho had it perks and downfalls, you were allowed to stay in a lavish mansion with 8 beautiful men, including your man, who stayed by your side when he wasn’t on the job. However, when one day you are on a date with said lover, a member of Ateez’s rival gang shoot’s you...what will happen next?<<

(This one shot includes violence, so warning and angst, and fluff. It’s a roller coaster, it’s a mafia one shot, there’s more I just don’t know what other warnings I should add)

(Monsta X make an appearance)

(Monsta X used to be Ateez alliance but are now enemies)

Yes, living in large mansions, fancy cars, having many butlers and maids, big chandeliers, grand staircases, red bottoms heels, fancy dresses and more was amazing, but nothing could top having Choi Jongho as your lover.

Sure, he was busy a lot, but he still made time for you, always, no matter how late or early it was. He’d surprise you with gifts, despite you protesting, saying how much you don’t need it, you just need him. You only need him.

He’d shrug it off, showing his cute ol’ gummy smile. You’d roll your eyes in response. Then it would repeat.

Sneaking a glance at your sleeping brown-haired boyfriend, you smiled, remembering how you got to this point, how he saved you.

....

You had grown in a test facility, sold by parents for $100,000. You had grown along side other kids, but many had died due to the harsh environment and tests. Few had survived. Scars had littered your body, you had given up fighting the scientists, the workers, everyone and given in. You didn’t even know what they were testing.

That was until one day, the alarms went off, the whole facility went red, gunfire rang throughout the entire building. You were in the middle of being subjected to another test.

The door had been kicked open. The doctor who had been working on you pulled out a pistol and aimed it toward the door, “You can-” He was shot in the chest.

As you stared at the door, a young man about your age with a automatic rifle stared at the dead body on the floor with his chest heaving, His face was covered with pure anger. His mouth opened to say something then he saw her, you.

“Hey..” He walked over, “Are you okay?” He stepped over the bloody corpse, pulling out a knife, “You’ll be alright now.” As each strapped snapped off, he sat the girl up, careful of the new wounds the dead doctor had given her.

At the entrance of the facility, a group of men with weapons had lined up tons of the tons of doctors in white coats, all tied up.

A man with strike features, named Kim Hongjoong, leader of Ateez, the biggest Mafia; circled the disgusting mafia, “So, you betrayed us. You used the facility and items my father provided you to test on children and teenagers, even young adults?” He tsked.

He placed the barrel of his gun to the lead doctors forehead, “Tell me exactly why I shouldn’t blow your brains out.”

Just then, the youngest of Ateez comes out with the girl he discovered, who is just barely alive, she can barely keep her head up, her feet are dragging behind her. “Boss, Hongjoong, look at this, look at her, she’s barely alive, she looks like she’s been here for years.”

At those words Hongjoong snapped his head over to his youngest members voice. His eyebrows narrowed at the sight, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He laughed, then looked at the doctor.

“Looks like I don’t need a reason to not shoot you.”

BAM

“Kill them all and free the kids and innocents.”

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You were grateful for him for that day. He and his team had saved you.

(SWITCHING POV)

Sneaking one last glance at him, I swung my scarred-bare legs over the fancy mattress and sheets, careful not wake to wake him. He had such a busy week.

Dealing with drug deals, traveling to different sectors to different mafia bosses to make different deals that I have no idea what entailed. I didn’t want to know.

Making my to his jointed bathroom, I flicked on the light, rubbing my face to clear out the sleep. It was days like this that I wish I could sleep in. I just couldn’t fall asleep, I had fall into a routine since I was brought to that facility many years ago, I had yet to break the habit of waking up from the schedule.

After freshening up in the bathroom and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, I made my way downstairs to the big kitchen, where I could smell the maids and butlers already preparing breakfast. They never did mind me striking up conversation with them while they prepared for all nine people.

My favorite maid, Denice, had her back turned towards me, facing the stainless steel oven, "Hello Dee," I glanced at all of the other servants in the room, "smell's nice in here, guys. The boys will love it."

The older woman gave me a nod and grin, "Thank you dear, we love to please. You look lovely, what are you all dolled up for, is it for the young Mr Choi?"

A blush had spread across my face, "Maybe.."

I wasn't exactly dressed up to impress.

It was already around 12pm and Jongho had still not waken, but everyone else had, no one wanted to wake him. Only I was willing.

I sighed, staring at the clock, knowing how much he'd swat at me to go away or pull me in under the cover to join him.

I eyed the little pirate ship model on the piano as I made my way to the stairs. These boys and their pirate ships. They even owned a few real models, docked at their own private beach. It was a little weird for the biggest mafia to obsessed with pirate culture, but it was whatever.

I laughed just to then smile, it was kind of cute though, the times they'd act like pirates, have their little spar matches with fake swords. They'd run all over countertops and tables, earning scoldings from Seonghwa. Who'd say, "You're getting everything dirty!" It's hilarious.

Living with these eight men is amazing, it was a change, an amazing change from living in the facility practically my whole life.

I shook Jongho awake, “Hey, Haribo, come on, it’s noon, you missed breakfast.”

Jongho groaned in response, grabbing my wrists. I knew this would happen. I was yanked into his arms.

“But I don’t want to get up, why don’t we just stay in bed, I have the next couple of days off anyway.” He had muttered into my hair.

I pried his head away from mine, “No, Jongho, how about we just go out? Like for a date? We haven’t gone out together in a bit.”

I stared into his brown doe eyes, searching for any reaction, but all he did was sigh in content.

He always did this on his days off, he’d fight with me on getting up. It was ridiculous, the other men thought of it as a nuisance so they didn’t even bother and left it to me to get him up. It was weird to begin with for a mafia member to have a day off, but whatever.

He continued to lay there. “Fine, don’t get up, I’ll go out by myself.” I stood up and was about to leave the room.

I could hear his pout, “but..”

With my hand on the door handle, “Last chance, Haribo.”

With a thump he rolled off the bed in a pile of blankets. “Okay, okay, you win, we’ll go somewhere.”

Finally, it takes forever to get this man out of bed.

“I’ll be downstairs, please do not wear anything that shouts you’re in the biggest mafia around here.” I stared down at him, he was still on the floor.

When I reached the grand living room, I was met with the other 7 members, "Hey boys, he's up." I swiped a hand down my face and sat down in an open spot on the sofa, next to Wooyoung. I really shouldn't have, but I didn't have another option.

Wooyoung looked at me, had a smirk on his face and was ready to say something, "Woo, I swear to god, I will kick you in the balls, you know I am with Jongho."

He sunk into his spot while the other men laughed at his pathetic state.

I didn’t have time for this. Is Jongho even getting ready or did he go back to sleep?

I was about to just ask Hongjoong if I could have a ride somewhere when Jongho finally made his into the grand living room, “Oh, glad you could finally join us, Haribo.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed with him.

I could be nicer to him after all he’s done for me, but this habit of his has become too much, I love him I really do. He’s so sweet to everyone around us, well, unless it’s his rivals or people he doesn’t trust. However he is super shy.

I saw him glance at his fellow members, giving them a nod before heading over to me, “We can go now.”

Jongho was just so handsome and perfect in my eyes, despite the whole mafia thing, but I loved him nevertheless.

I took his hand in mine, “Then let’s go, love.”

We had taken one of less conspicuous vehicles, but he had at least one bodyguard vehicle following us, never too safe.

“How about this little cafe, Haribo?” I had pointed to a cute and small outdoor coffee shop, it had beautiful flowers in pots surrounding the outside of it.

It didn’t look busy at all, which was sad as it presented itself cutely and definitely deserved more business.

Jongho pulled into a spot along side the cafe, “Alright, I guess this our first date in a while.”

We were enjoying our meal and coffee when all of the sudden a black suv sped in front of the cafe. Three men jumped out, I saw Jongho’s bodyguard pull out his gun but it was too late, he was gunned down.

Bystanders were screaming and running, cars were speeding by to get away from the gunshots.

I grabbed Jongho’s arm but he shoved me behind him, I was scared to death for him, but I knew he always packed and wore a bulletproof vest.

“Y/N I need you to run and call the rest of Ateez! Tell them Monsta X is here.” He shouted over the returning gunfire between him and the other men.

I didn’t want to move but I nodded, grabbed my phone, texted Ateez ‘SOS @ Berry Cafe.’ and then took off.

I looked back at my lover but when I did, I was shot in my back, multiple times.

Of all the pain I’ve gone through..this had to be the worst.

“Y/N!”

I could hear my lovers shouts for me but my world is getting dark as I laid on the concrete, slowly bleeding out.

Ateez raced into the gunfire battle between Jongho and three members of Monsta X.

As they all piled out they could see how tired and mournful their youngest was.

Then they glanced over and saw his lover laying face down on the concrete in a pool of her own blood.

“Jongho, get out of here! Take her to the hospital!” Hongjoong shouted over the shots.

He nodded, running over to his mess of a lover, “Y/N! Please still be alive..” he pressed a finger to her throat. She still had a pulse but it was hardly there.

As he lifted her up into his arms, he raced back to his vehicle and placed her gently in the backseat.

“HELP! My girlfriend has been shot!” Jongho carried Y/N who was unconscious into the busy and loud hospital.

Multiple nurses ran over, one with a gurney, “Place her here, sir, we need to take her back!

His clothes were covered in her blood, usually he didn’t care for it, but when it was hers.. he was in despair.

When they carted her into the back, he collapsed to his knees, he was worn out from trying to protect her and failing to do so.

‘how could I be so stupid?’ He thought to himself.

To be continued…

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