#shownu fanfic

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Within an Inch of Your Life | Shownu

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu - MONSTA X)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI!!

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: Shownu x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Romance, Some Angst, Very Little Plot, Very Dirty

!!This is SMUT...if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now. This is lowkey-highkey filth. Plain filth!! Some angst in the beginning but it goes away.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M!Receiving), Deepthroating, Fingering, Pet Names (Pumpkin, Princess, Sweet Girl, etc.) Very Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom or the like. Reader is on the pill in this story.)

Author's Note: This is my first fic, holy cow. I've written others but this is the first I will be posting considering I have well over 200 notes on my Shownu appreciation post. I actually wrote this a few months ago but just go around to making sure everything makes sense. I do not have a Beta…because that was always what I did…I was a Creative Writing Major and since I have never been docked in grade for grammar or punctuation errors, I think I'm qualified.

Uh, you just learned a lot about me just by the fact that I wrote this >.>

I am cross-posting this on Archive under the same name. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on Tumblr my name and icon are exactly the same on the other two sites. Happy reading!

You stared at the ceramic cup on your bathroom vanity, the cheap blue toothbrush glaring back at you. It sat in there amongst your own teeth cleaning products, mocking you. The bright color stark against the black and white of everything else in the bathroom, even your own toothbrush. Reaching out you placed your own that you had just finished using in the cup and grabbed the blue one. Staring down at it, you weren't sure how to feel. It had been a few weeks now, since it's been used. And it never will be again. Blinking, then sighing, you left the bathroom, stopping next to the trash can outside the door near the kitchen. Your foot rested on the paddle used to open the lid, inhaling and exhaling, then pressing down. Your hand holding the toothbrush lingered over the gaping bin. Swallowing a lump in your throat you didn't expect to be there, you gripped the brush tight. Emotion whelmed in you, but you couldn't pinpoint what kind. Were you angry? Guilty? Sad? Fuck it. You harshly threw the brush in the can and let the lid slam closed when you took your foot off the peddle.

"What's with the aggression?" Hana called to you from the other side of the apartment where she was on your couch. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat up from her sleeping perch.

"Don't worry about it." You were still staring at the trash can, now closes. You heard her bare feet patter on the hardwood floor, and she comes up to you. She blew her nose into a napkin she grabbed from the counter behind the can. You stepped out of the way to let her throw away the used paper.

"Oh." Realization hit her. She saw the toothbrush, which was the only thing in there. You moved away and into the kitchen to get your coffee ready as she took a place on a stool at the counter.

"What even happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you two break up?" she asked you and you exhaled. Grabbing a coffee mug, you put the cup on the perch of your coffee maker and pressed the largest button. You didn't answer.

"Was he bad in bed or something?"

"No."

"Did he cheat on you?"

"No."

"Controlling? Possessive?"

"No. Not really."

"Then why? You don't seem all that torn up about it."

"It’s a bit of a relief…"

"A relief? Why?"

"I…I was pity-dating him."

"WHAT!?"

"Calm down. He had been in love with me for years, and I felt bad for turning him down so much…Also, I was, frustrated without Young Hoon being here…"

"So, you used him? That's harsh."

"Look, he wouldn't leave me alone, kept asking me out, getting me things. Might as well make it easier and say yes…"

"So, why did you break it off?"

"I didn't."

"He broke up with you?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I told him."

"Told him what?"

"That I was pity-dating him…"

"Fuck. That must have been rough."

"Yeah." You stared down as the swirling liquid in your cup, having stopped stirring the cappuccino mix in.

"I felt so guilty, I had to come clean." You rested back against the counter crossing your arms, somewhat hugging yourself.

"Why? Why not just break up with him? You had to tell him?"

"Yes."

"What made you do that?"

"Because…" Your words get caught in your throat, the realization hitting you.

"B-because. I can't lie to those I love." Your voice cracked and her face softened.

"You fell in love with him."

"Y-yeah."

"Then why not stay in the relationship?"

"I don't want a real relationship with him built on a lie. I had to come clean." You stood up straight, ignoring your drink and going to sit on your bed. You buried your face in your hands, your throat caught as you swallowed, your eyes burned.

"Oh, girlie." Hana followed you, sitting on your bed next to you, and pulling you into a hug.

"I'm such a fucking horrible person." You sobbed, and she rubbed your back.

"I love him. I do. I was in denial. It hit me so suddenly and so hard, I think I must have felt that way longer than I realized. God, forgive me." you cried, and she held you. Her phone went off as your sobs subsisted as she went to answer it.

"Shit. I have to get to class. I'll message you later." She kissed your forehead and gathered her stuff, leaving your apartment. Leaving your cooling drink on the kitchen counter, you curled up in bed and fell back asleep.

~*~*~

"(Y/N)!" Hana slammed her palm on the door, ringing the bell a few times. She knew you were home. She could see your bag and keys on the table through the window. You hadn't answered her calls or texts for three days and wouldn't answer the door.

"Hana?" A man's voice caught her attention and she turned to see Hyunwoo coming up the stairs to get to the second-floor apartment.

"Shownu! What are you doing here?" She quieted her voice, not sure how you might react if you heard. She knew your recent lack of actions was due to the breakup, and your revelation of feelings for the man.

"I was going to get my stuff and leave my key." His voice was noticeably flat, and the woman couldn't read his expression.

"You have a key!" Your friend lunged forward, snagging the set of keys from his hands. She shoved the metal into the lock and opened the door.

"(Y/N)!" she shouted, storming in.

~*~*~

You buried deeper into your pillows and sheets as Hana banged on your door. You didn't want to see anyone, not even her. You felt you didn't deserve her comfort. You were a shitty person who did a shitty thing. You flinched when you heard a key in the lock, wondering who the hell was there. Hana didn't have a key, and only your aunt did as the landlord. You had given the second key to your ex…to Hyunwoo.

"(Y/N)!" The other woman's harsh shout broke the silence you had been dwelling in. You hoped your uncle was there too, who else would have let her in? You are jarred to attention as your friend yanked your comforter off of you and the bed.

"What?" you snapped, and she climbed on the bed, flipping you over and forcing you to sit up.

"You bitch! You left me on read!" She put you in a playful headlock and ruffled your unkempt hair. You had showered, but a hairbrush? Who is she? You shoved Hana off, and she got off the bed, stomping away. When she came back you heard another set of footsteps along with hers, too heavy to be your aunt.

"The only way you are going to get over this pity party you threw yourself is by telling the truth!" Hana snapped, dragging your now ex-boyfriend into view past the half wall that separated your sleeping area from the living room. He stood there, staring at you. You wouldn't meet his gaze. Hana moved into the kitchen, looking in the fridge and hastily writing stuff on your grocery list pad.

"I am going to go buy you food, you two better talk!" She pointed at you sternly, then at him, and then left. You are left in silence with him.

"W-why are you here?" Your voice was scratchy, your mouth dry.

"Came to get my stuff." He nodded toward the dresser drawer where his stuff was.

"Ah." You licked your chapped lips. You hadn't drunk or eaten much in the last three days. He could tell, he knew you well. He left your direct line of sight and went to retrieve a bottle of water from your fridge. He came back and jutted it into your face. You took it, not meeting his eyes. Your small sips turned into big gulps, the cool liquid a sweet relief.

"What was Hana talking about? You telling me the truth?" Luckily, you had swallowed before he asked so you didn't choke. Closing the bottle, you threw it further up your bed. You brought your bent legs up, your knees touching your chest. You chewed on your thumbnail, not knowing how to start.

"You wanna tell me why you broke my heart?" His tone was harsh, a tinge of sadness in his tone. Your breath caught, the stinging in your eyes came back.

"It would have hurt less if you just broke up with me. But telling me you only dated me out of pity? I love you; I have for years-"

"I had to tell you."

"Why?"

"I couldn't keep lying."

"Why not? You had been doing it for nearly seven months." His voice was sharp with anger.

"I-I cannot…" You swallowed a lump, fighting to not cry, "I cannot lie to someone I love."

You're not sure what his reaction was, you didn't look up at him.

"What?"

"I couldn't keep lying to you. I love you-" You didn't even get the chance to work up the courage to look at him. His hands went quickly to your jaw, hauling you close, up and out of bed. His lips found yours. The kiss was different from all those before. You could feel how strong his emotions were. He was rough, domineering, barely letting you breathe. His tongue wrapped around yours, sucking you in. He was practically bent over you, being nearly a foot tall, your neck tipped back far to make up for the rest of the distance. You whined, your hands gripping his shirt from under his jacket. Hyunwoo swallowed you and every little noise you made. As he pulled away, he bit your bottom lip, the tang of blood hitting your tongue. He stepped back abruptly, running his hand through his hair.

"Fuck. Don't play with me." He shook his head, and you sat back on your bed.

"I'm not. I didn't…I only realized a few days ago how I felt…"

"What am I supposed to with this, huh?" He paced a bit, roughing his hair up.

"Do what you want. Whatever you decide…" You drifted off, not sure what you wanted him to do. You wanted him to kiss you again. But you felt you deserved him leaving and never talking to you again. You felt he should break your heart, like you did him.

"Part of me wants to walk out of here and never think about you again." He finally said and the words pierced you. A tear rolled down your cheek.

"Another part of me wants to give you another chance…" You closed your eyes, willing the tears back.

"But there's something else I really, really want to do." You heard him come closer but refused to look at him. You gasped as his hands dug into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

"W-what?" His lips were so close to yours and while you're not sure what he wanted to do, you wanted it too.

"Please, whatever you want." You whispered, but his lips didn't meet yours. His tongue doesn't stroke yours. His mouth went to your ear…

"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life." You gasped at his words, then found yourself briefly in the air as he threw you back on the bed. Hyunwoo tore his jacket off and finally brought his lips back to yours. His strong thigh jammed between your legs, rubbing against your core, covered only by your thin shorts. His large hand ran down your thigh, hitching it up to his and he grinded his growing hard on into you.

"Fuck." You whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. He stared at you intensely till he dipped back down, He latched onto the weak point on your neck, under your jaw, almost your throat. His mouth sucked hard then he bit the flesh making you shiver. You lay there and let him do whatever. He left scathing kisses, sucking bruises onto your skin. They were everywhere: your neck, shoulders -once your shirt was off- your chest, breasts, ribs, stomach. He avoided anything covered by your tiny shorts, giving you more marks on your inner thighs. Your skin was on fire, and you didn't think you cum with just that stimulation, but you were close.

Hyunwoo sat back on his knees, pulling his t-shirt over his head and never before had you been so enthralled. Your type was normally guys that had a dancer's body and were pretty, nothing like him. He was devastatingly handsome and while you normally wouldn't care for the taught pecs, ridged abs and sharp v-line of his hips…He truly did look like sex incarnate.

You wanted to sit up, reach for his belt, pull his pants down and let him fuck your throat. But he was in control, entirely. You weren't exactly ever a dominant lover, not really even a switch, but this time it was wholly up to him what happened. Your mouth watered at the sigh for the first time though, your romantic feelings fueling your sexual ones. He undid his belt and removed his jeans, his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. Was he always that big?

"Something wrong, pumpkin?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Due to your previous feelings, or lack-there-of, you never really gave him a good look. He was just your brother's stupid friend. You were getting a real good look in now.

"Y-you, uh…" Your mouth watered.

"Wanna taste?" He gripped himself over the fabric and you nodded quickly. He huffed in amusement. Despite the fact you loved a dick in your mouth, you had never done it to him. Didn't let yourself, lest you get hooked. He motioned with his head for you to come closer and you crawled across the bed to where he stood at the foot of it. Your bed was the perfect height to allow your face to be perfectly level with his cock. You let out a whimper and he titled his head, watching in amusement. With shaking hands, you reached for the waistband of his boxers and carefully pulled them off. Your mouth watered as he was revealed to you.

"Fuck." You exhaled, watching his dick bob in the air as he stepped out of his underwear. Wiggling your jaw back and forth, you thanked the stars that so many strep-throat tests as a kid killed your gag reflex. You couldn't believe that he had been inside of you before. It made you wonder if your stomach bulged from his girth.

"You just gonna stare?" He stepped closer and you scooched the little bit closer you needed to. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, Hyunwoo exhaled in relief, and you groaned at his taste. You rolled your tongue around him like a popsicle, and he tipped his head back with a sigh. Without going much further than the tip, you sucked hard and pulled back. This made him bury his hands in your hair to prevent you from going anywhere.

"What?" He tilted your head to look up at his face.

"Fuck me. My mouth." You cleared your throat, and he blinked in shock before a devious smirk broke out on his handsome face.

"Really? You sure?"

"Please, please-" You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and he slowly thrusted his dick into your mouth. The deeper he went the more saliva built up in your mouth, starting to drip. The head reached the back of your throat and he moved to pull back his hips, but you stopped him. Your hands flew to his behind, pulling him closer.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N)." His voice had a hint of a whine to it. He was the perfect length. Your nose hit his pelvis, his cock buried in your throat, but not too deep. While somewhat restricted, you could still breathe when he would pull back; that fact made your walls clench, aching to be filled as well. You shuffled a bit, splaying your knees more, lowering you just a bit. This let him angle his cock down a bit more and you looked up at him expectantly. He practically growled at this and began to thrust into your mouth. Tears spring to your eyes; you weren't sure if it was from what he was doing or the fact that it was happening at all. Drool dripped down your chin, tears from your eyes, and wet from your cunt. You wouldn't be surprised if when he came -down your throat preferably- that you too would climax. His thrusts picked up some, got shallower and his grip pulled at your scalp. The slight sting from your hair, the fat head of his cock battering your throat, and the taste of his precum was sending you into overdrive. While not one for sado-masochism or bondage, a little pain was nice. In the back of his mind, Hyunwoo marveled at the fact that you had not gagged yet. He was too focused on the wet vacuum of your mouth to think about it too much though. The sight of your lips swallowing his swollen cock over and over was orgasmic in itself, but the looking your eyes was what sent him over the edge. They were glazed over in pleasure; you already looked so fucked out.

"(Y/N), can I come inside?" He grunted out and you moaned, wanting nothing more.

"Ah fuck." His hips stuttered and you felt the hot, thick cum spray down your throat. He was so deep you almost couldn't taste his release, which…Just. Kept. Going. You swallowed what seemed like over and over and over before he was done.

Hyunwoo pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard. You caught your breath, finally getting a normal amount of air. Your core was quivering, and you knew you had cum as well from the amount of wetness stuck to the fabric of your shorts. That and your head was swimming.

"Oh, princess." He shook his head, breathing hard himself. You peered up at him with a dazed look and he had never seen you like this. He had seen you close to like this once, your true submissive nature blooming forth. He knew you would let him do anything he wanted, and man was there a lot he wanted to do to you. He had promised to fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was going to make good on it.

"What do you want me to do to you now, sweet?"

"Anything." You keened and he groaned. Then he remembered something. While you had never said it before, he knew you had a thing for hands. You had told him once he wasn't allowed to wear rings because it made his fingers look too good. How easily would you fall apart on his fingers? How many times could he make you come tonight?

"You still on the pill?"

"Yea."

"Good." He hadn't brought any condoms, not thinking this was going to happen when he left his apartment this morning.

"Scoot up." He ran the back of his finger over your cheek, still damp from tears and you scurried up the mattress. You lay back as he climbed over you; he watched you watch his hand move to your core. He raised an eyebrow as he stroked over the fabric of your shorts. You tended to get very wet very easily, but this was much more than usual.

"Did you cum?" He asked and you nodded sheepishly.

"Oh my god." He dove in, latching onto your lips, not caring that you had just been sucking him dry. Your teeth clacked against his from the messy kiss. His kisses moved from your mouth, down your neck and he settled on your throat again. You were already littered with hickeys, but he was ready to leave more. As he marked your further, he pulled your shorts off roughly, a slight ripping noise coming from the seams. He tossed the last piece of your clothing away, you never slept with underwear on. Finally, his fingers touched your bare pussy and you whined.

"Oh (Y/N)." He chuckled, burying two fingers in your hot cunt, his thumb finding your swollen clit. You released a long shaky moan, clenching around the digits. He found your weak spot quickly and your hips tilted up, your back arching. You wanted desperately for him to pull his fingers out and fuck you with his delicious cock already, but you refused to say anything. This was for him; he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would thank him. How had you not realized that this man was the sexiest one on the face of the earth? The pads of his fingers rubbed against your g-spot in just the right way, and it was driving you crazy. His two fingers moved separately, the way they curled and thrusted making the sensations unpredictable. He added a third and spread them, getting you ready for his huge cock. You could feel the strength in his hands, you felt his knuckles rub against your walls, and his palm grinded against your clit.

"H-Hyunwoo!" Your hands landed on his chest, your nails digging into the skin, your release building faster than either of you expected.

"Cum for me, sweet girl." And you did. The breath was knocked out of your lungs, flashes of white dotted your vision. You heard him chuckle, but it sounded like he was far in the distance, rumbling through the air and cutting through the ringing in your ears. When you came down from your high, your vision sharpened and you saw him smiling down at you. He came closer, bumping his nose against yours, touching his forehead to yours.

"I love you." he whispered, and you hitched a sob, reaching up to cup his jaw. Your thumbs stroked the arch of his cheekbones.

"I love you too." He kissed you softly, his fingers leaving your pussy. His hands cupped your thighs, hitching them up to wrap around his waist. You pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he stroked his cock against your cunt, fully hard again. Hyunwoo knew he was teasing you, rutting against you, covering his dick in your wetness but refusing to enter you.

"Please, please, please." You began to beg; you weren't even close to ashamed. You needed him inside of you, rearranging your insides, carving himself into you, ruining you for everyone else. His hands came up to yours that were still on his cheeks, wrapping his fingers around yours, and pinned them up by your head. With great dexterity, he shifted his hips and began to slip inside of you, still holding your hands. His lips hovered over yours, not quite meeting, your mouth hung open in a silent moan as he split you in half. Not only had it been a while since you two had sex; you hadn't gotten yourself off either. No fingers, no vibrator, nothing. He groaned as he settled deep inside of you. The head of his cock almost touched your cervix, your walls gripping him tighter than they ever had before. Your legs held him close, your ankles linked, it seemed your body refused to let him go. He just sat inside of you, giving you small kisses, letting your walls get used to the stretch. His cock was so deep, it felt like he was in your throat and the delicious burn of the stretch was addicting. It never felt this good before, you used to think the idea sex felt better the more you loved the other person was bull. No. You were in euphoria, and he hadn't even moved yet.

"Can I move?" he asked, resting his forehead on your collarbone. He really just wanted to fuck you into the mattress, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.

"Yes." you gasped out, preparing for him to knock loose your kidney but he barely pulled out and then slowly thrust back in, grinding his pelvis into yours. Even this slight movement knocked the wind out of you. The next thrust was a bit faster but just as shallow and his breath mixed with yours as he hovered over you. Not pulling out any further, his hips pumped hard, and you threw your head back. Hyunwoo moved his hands from holding yours to wrapping one around your wrists. His free hand moved to your lower back to shift you some. With your legs wrapped around his waist, when he sat up on his knees more your butt left the bed; he handled you into a near mating press. Somehow, he got deeper, and you knew if it was a thing, your cervix would be bruised.

"I don't think I can hold back anymore." He grunted; his eyes closed in concentration. What the hell were you in for if this was him holding back? He had never taken you like this before. You 'made love'. This, this was him fucking you, like he promised.

"Do what you want." you pled. He had stopped moving and you desperately needed him to keep going.

"You have anywhere to be the next few days?"

"No?"

"Good, because I don't want you to be able to walk when I'm done with you." He gave you a devious smirk, pulling away to rest back on his heels. His strong hands dug into the flesh of your thighs where they rested at his side, holding him to you. You let him move them and exhaled harshly as he forced your knees to your ears, completely and easily folding you in half. Still not moving his hips he leaned down so he could speak right into your ear.

"That pill better work good because I'm going to pump you full of my cum." He thrusted, hard. If your breath hadn't left your lungs, you would have nearly screamed. It wasn't a shallow hard thrust like before, no; he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. You could tell how tight your walls were clenching him, desperately trying to hold him in. Not able to tell what part of you wanted him more -your psyche, your heart, or your cunt- you just knew you never wanted him to stop.

"Hyunwoo-" You weren't sure if you could say anything but his name, but his next thrust stopped all thoughts.

"I want my hand shape to be bruised into your skin." He clenched your thighs under your knees.

Another thrust.

"I want to brand you with the feeling of my cock in your cunt so only I can ever satisfy you."

Thrust.

"I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment." As he recited every filthy desire straight into your ear, he pounded his fat cock so hard into your pussy, you thought he would split you in half.

"I want to paint your skin with my cum and then fill you back up again in the shower."

"I want to fill every part of you that I can. Your pussy, your womb, your mouth, your throat. If you let me, I'll even bury my cock in your ass and paint you white there too."

Your head swam with each word. He was always so sweet and soft before. This was different, he had turned into an animal, and he was determined to fuck you like one.

"I'll do it all. Everything I want. I promise, I will fuck you within an inch of your life."

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[mxillusion]

Just makin' pretty secrets tonight.

➝ pairing: son hyunwoo x reader  

➝ words count: 2k+

➝ genre/warnings: suggestive, smut; 18+, nsfw; sexual content, description of sex, foreplay, teasing, grinding, dirty-talk (kind of) …

➝ summary: You cursed this business trip from the very beginning; this whole weekend consumed all your mental strength. One night you can no longer fight this longing for him, so you find yourself in front of his hotel room to finally give in.

Ten steps. Only ten more steps to make you change your mind, to make you come to your senses before risking it all. Before descending your whole life into absolute madness. All these attempts to stay as far as possible from this place were doomed to fail before even trying. 

Six steps. Four steps. One last try to make yourself turn on your heels, faltering, not worth mentioning. Movement freezing in front of that one of many doors, your delusional mind aiming to fool you already. Persuading, you could already feel his proximity. Your skin's already flaming before getting touched.

Without even realizing what your body did, there was a knocking sound from your side of the door. Your heart thrashed inside your chest without even laying your eyes on him. Mouth dry, and pulse increased before hearing shuffling sounds from the other side. 

Once the door opened ever so slightly, shockwaves struck through your veins as you tentatively raised your eyes at him. Perceiving dark-brown leather shoes first, followed by cobalt-blue suit pants and − sun-kissed, ripped abs, barely hiding between white curtains of what seemed to be a dress shirt.  

Fuck.

Biting your lip without even noticing, you glanced into caramel-brown eyes, one of those perfect eyebrows raised at you. Your blood was pumping through your veins simply by looking into them, your heart throbbing furiously.

"Look who we have here." Mouth corner grew to a smirk, he stared directly into your soul. "What a pleasant surprise."

You tried to swallow that giant clump in your throat, your voice nothing more than a whisper. "Hello, Hyunwoo-ya."

Silently he stepped aside, opening the door invitingly, letting you enter his hotel room. On shaking legs, you tried your absolute best to play the tough one while walking inside. There was no turning back anymore. Never had been. 

Pulling the bowtie off his shoulders, he threw it onto his bed thoughtlessly, his eyes fixed on you nonetheless. Another smirk swept across his face as you hesitantly spun around to face him, desperately trying to only focus on his majestic face.

"What made you change your mind?" his voice sounded hoarse, intense. 

There was no answer to his question. You had no clue. All you knew was you'd been in Hyunwoo's room, despite all the attempts to stay away from here, to stay true to your words. That this would never happen. 

He was nearing you, every single one of his steps forcing your heart to skip a beat. The lump in your throat was back at its place again, making it unattainable for you to breathe accurately. 

"I don't even wanna know," he admits, lifting one hand to place it on his neck. His movement exposed even more of his bare skin, your preoccupied mind spinning circles at this point. 

Reaching for your hand, he carefully placed it onto his stripped chest. You held your breath, incapable of thinking straight anymore. His skin felt soft, although it almost appeared to set you on fire. 

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asked, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm glad you're finally here. With me."

You let out a shaky breath once you realized you had lost all the good intentions you once had. "No one can ever find out about this."

Hyunwoo made another step, his hot breath tingling on the tip of your nose. Letting go of your hand, which wasn't moving anyway, long fingers went for your chin to gently pull it up. A thumb ghosted over your lower lip, his index finger still attached to your chin. 

"Relax. Just let me kiss you already." 

Soft, plush lips ghosting over yours, you, holding your breath, eyes already closed. A tingling sensation arose from the pit of your abdomen, spreading across your entire body, your skin turning into goose-flesh. 

He took his time, toying with you, taking in every little reaction of yours to his motions. After all this time, you were here, in reaching distance, capable of being touched by him. He had waited so long for this.

When his lips met yours eventually, your body was about to liquefy. Time was standing still. The world was muted. The flavor of his lips, their feeling, was everything you could sensate, and it was overwhelming. More than you could have ever imagined. Your world was about to collapse - everything hinged on this very moment. 

Your fingers carefully climbed up the seam of his shirt, clinging onto it for dear life to draw him even closer. Arms wrapped around your frame, one quick movement enough to force you flush against him. Mouths worked faster now, fiery capturing one another, almost merging. 

Fingertips gliding beneath his shirt, tenderly pushing it off his shoulders. The white fabric, not needed anymore, fell to the ground soundlessly, revealing his remarkable toned figure. This man was perfection in every imaginable way. His body's heavenly shaped, his gorgeous face admirable, his touches soft yet demanding, his kisses sweeter than honey yet imperious. 

Hyunwoo's walking you towards the bed mindfully, his lips now discovering your jawline and neck. Slender fingers brushed off the straps of your dress, one by one, only for him to leave a trail of delicate kisses on your now exposed skin. Your dress glided to the ground, joining the white dress shirt, revealing your amethyst-colored lingerie. 

Slowly but surely, he placed you on the bed, holding you close to his body. He kicked off his shoes, following your movement to settle between your legs. His lips met yours again as hips ground down on you, his erection being ever so present, causing you to moan fiery. 

Your hand strayed into his hair, the second one's fingernails ghosting over his exposed and defined back. The urge to touch every inch of his body grew bigger and bigger on you. You needed him so bad.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he mewled into the crook of your neck while nibbling on your skin. Hips ground against your core again, coaxing himself a deep groan this time. 

One hand moved down your body seductively, tracing your curves all the way down to your leg to wrap it around his waist. Once achieved, his hand moved back up to slip under your bra, pulling it down and cupping your breast. Thumb and index finger enclose your already hardened bud to twirl around. Every now and then, pinching it whenever he desired to hear another one of your delightful moans. 

"Hyunwoo," you breathed, "I want you inside me!"

A low growl thundered in his chest, the only reply you would get from him. You felt his pants growing tighter with every passing second; the urge to free his cock increased just as fast. Somehow your hands made their way to his waistband, fingertips ghosting over his heated skin and navel beforehand. Fingers worked quickly to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. Hyunwoo was hovering over you while you tugged at the blue fabric to pull it down as far as you could. His motions allowed you to fully get rid of it in no time. 

"Oh, do you?" he asked, grinning mischievously. "Think you can handle that?"

Before you even realized, he ripped off your panties recklessly, throwing the torn fabric off the bed. Any complaints got stuck inside your throat as one of his digits dipped into you unexpectedly, making you yelp. Biting your lower lip, you closed your eyes as he added a second one. 

"Y-yes. I need you. N-now." 

His fingers worked you up skillfully, the idea of finally getting filled up by his cock already causing you to nearly lose your mind. Your moans turned louder with every thrust of his hand until he curled his digits inside you. 

"Look at how needy you are. Fought for too long, hm? Torturing yourself for such a long time now. And for what? I'm gonna make you mine, anyhow."

Hyunwoo pulled out of you, leaving you empty, causing you to whimper at the sudden feeling. Tugging his shorts down quickly, you took a sharp breath before licking your lips, impatiently moving on the sheets. You were so ready to take him all the way. 

Aligning himself with your entrance, one of his hands held you close, the other guided his full length to brush between your folds to collect your arousal. A shaky breath escaped your lips, head falling back into the soft pillows beneath you. 

And then, finally, he buried himself deep inside you, another deep groan fleeing his lips. Your core welcomed him effortlessly, walls clutching tight around his cock. Eyes locked, he eventually started moving, pulling all the way out to thrust back into you, much quicker now. Yelping, you spread your legs wider, desiring to take even more of him. 

"Fuck," he gritted, fingers intertwined so he could pin your hands above your head. His strokes were slow but deep, arm muscles twitching with every single motion. "You look so pretty pinned down, love." 

Your eyes rolled back, moaning at his words and actions, your legs enclosed around him. You wanted to touch him, feel every inch of his skin under your fingertips, yet you couldn't free yourself. 

His pace quickened, hips snapping into you mercilessly, him phishing for more of those delightful moans. "Shit. This feels so good. Don't stop," you mewled, raising your hips to meet his thrusts. 

Those words were music to his ears - he'd spent hours and hours imagining how you'd sound while pounding into you. Reality was so much better, though. More than he ever could've imagined. 

"Let me touch you, please." 

He grinned at you, the grip on your palms loosened, allowing you to slip them out. "Anything for you," he murmured, entangling you in another kiss. 

Your hands discovered every little detail of his body, fingertips trailing along his perfect velvety skin. It's an enigma how you managed to stay absent from him for such a long time. Now you felt like you wouldn't survive another day without touching him again. 

The feeling of his length twitching inside your core almost made you cum instantly. Your high's been already in reaching distance, your body trembling beneath him. 

"Fuck, Hyunwoo, I'm close," you moaned, breath shaky just as your frame itself. "Need you deeper." 

Feeling him grin against the crook of your neck, he left a few love bites before his hips made a smooth yet intense motion to allow him to hit all the right spots, causing you to cry out his name again.

"Yes, scream my name. Don't hold back." His fingers discovered your clit to run circles all over it, helping you to climb over the edge. "Cum with me, darling. I'll catch you."

And that was all it needed for you to detonate, fingernails digging deep into his back, inducing him to, once more, growl deeply. Thrusts getting sloppier, he was riding out your high while reaching for his own. You felt his arousal spilling deep inside of you; the twitches of his cock almost made you cum again. 

Eyes still locked, you both tried to catch your breath again while he pulled out of you carefully, letting himself sink into the sheets next to you. Hyunwoo's head turned to face you, biting his lower lip while sizing you up. You looked ravishing in this condition. 

"This was madness," he groaned before breathing out audibly. Wanting to say so much more, he waited for you to say something. Anything. 

"It was," you replied hesitantly, your foggy brain too fucked out to function accurately, so you wouldn't have to think about the consequences just yet. "Still, no one can ever find out about this."

Drawing you into his arms, he used this chance to be closer to you for a little longer. "Don't worry. This will be our dirty little secret if you want." 

You hummed in approval, thankful for him seemingly being thoughtful about it. 

"As long as you don't make me suffer like that ever again. Please don't let this be a one-time thing."

Grinning, you raised your head to glance at him. "We'll see." 

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[seungkwansphd]

she catches crabs by the seashore

pairing: shownu x reader wordcount: 772 summary: you run into this strange, handsome man at the beach a lot. genre/themes: firefighter!shownu, marine biologist/grad student!reader, it’s just FLUFF people

a/n: missing shownu hours open 24/7. also firefighter shownu, doesn’t it just make sense???

    You muttered hushed swearwords and curses to yourself as you waded through knee high water, searching for nocturnal crabs.

“Oh, nocturnal crabs will be a cool subject to study!” you chirped in a sarcastic voice, recalling your own words, “Definitely don’t study a diurnal organism like a normal person!” you grumbled. Your eyes squinted in the dark, following your headlamp as you searched the waters.

“Mornin’ teach!” a familiar voice rang out from behind you, startling you nonetheless.

“Ah sh-,” you cut yourself off before turning to greet the man that always seemed to be running along the beach at the ass crack of dawn. “Ah morning Shownu,” your smile tiredly at him.

“How are things going today?” he smiled at you, sweat glistening across his brow under the moonlight.

“Not so good, can’t find many of my friends today,” you huffed, obviously disappointed.

“You want some help?” he offered, already wading into the water.

“Ah! No, NO your shoes!” waved your hands at him in a panic.

“Ah, that’s not important,” Shownu squinted in the light of your headlamp, “But if you could point your light at the water, that would be good. I’m going blind here,” he laughed.

“Ah, shit, sorry!” you blushed, redirecting your light toward the water.

    For about fifteen minutes, the pair of you muddled around the water, searching for crabs, but mostly failing. You had already been soaked from several failed attempts. You hadn’t been expecting Shownu to be so all-in, but he was somehow wetter than you after a few falls into the water. At the end of it, you had no more specimens to show for it, but were in an infinitely better mood.

“Well, I gotta get going,” Shownu announced, wringing out one last section of his shirt before continuing his jog down the beach.

“Bye!” you laughed heartily before returning to your field work.

…

“Ooh! Another one!” you jumped up and down giddily, dropping yet another crab into your bucket. The weather had warmed up lately and it either made the crabs incredibly relaxed or sleepy, because it was easier than ever to collect specimens.

“Ah! You’re back!” Shownu’s now-familiar voice greeted you.

“Yes!” you turned to beam at him.

“Good day today?” he asked, taking in your bright smile.

“Yes, very,” you nodded enthusiastically, showing him your bucket.

“Hello!” he saluted the crabs before returning his attention to you, “What are you working on with them anyways?”

“Ah, it’s for my graduate research,” you explained, “I’m monitoring population density compared against environmental factors.”

“Huh, that’s cool,” Shownu nodded with a mildly impressed expression on his face.

“It’s not, but you’re kind to say so,” you laughed, “What do you do for work, Shownu?”

“I’m a firefighter,” he answered simply.

“Isn’t that a bit too much of a cliche?” you chuckled heartily.

“What is?” he asked, staring at you blankly.

“Handsome firefighter runs on the beach in the morning?” you’re suddenly overcome by a fit of giggles at the absurdity of it, “It doesn’t seem real!”

“Hm, it doesn’t seem that funny to me,” Shownu grumbles. It’s not until he’s several meters away that he realizes you called him handsome.

…

    Screaming in silence, you think about pulling your hair out for a third time as you process data. As much as you loved science, you certainly would not complain if it involved sitting at a computer and parsing through numbers just a little less. Every so often, as you were entering in crab counts, your mind wandered to the handsome firefighter that had become your fieldwork friend.

    While you’d been absent from the beach, Shownu had kept to his daily routine. At first, he hadn’t been surprised to see you missing as you occasionally missed a day here and there. Towards the end of a solid week without you, he had to admit he both missed and hoped that nothing bad had happened to you.

…

“You’re back!”

    You look up in time to see Shownu pick up the pace as he closes the last few yards between you.

“Oh, yep!” you smile, balancing your bucket against your hip, “Good to see you again.”

“I was worried I wouldn’t see you again!” Shownu laughed.

“Ah, can’t keep me away from these crabs,” you joked, heart fluttering a bit at the way Shownu was looking at you.

“Well, before you actually finish up with your project, can I get your number? I’d love to see you not on the beach. Or on the beach, but not like this,” he tripped over his words, ears reddening.

“I’d love that,” you laughed, flushing.

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[lavenderbexlatte]

day 18 - public sex

monsta x 1.5k words female reader insert Reader x Son Hyunwoo (Shownu) NSFW

🖤 warnings: no-nonsense approach to flirting, public nudity and such, the loss of many buttons (rip), penetrative sex, unprotected sex 🖤

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"I thought that was you."

You glance up from your phone, to find a man looming over you.

"Excuse me?" you ask, going for polite and not quite making it.

He's looking at you with an earnest knowing grin on his face, not quite the sneaky expression you'd expect on a guy who's definitely trying to pick you up. No, instead, he looks triumphant that he's correctly identified you, whoever he thinks you are.

"I thought I recognized you," he repeats. "I was right."

"Recognize me from where?" you ask.

He waves his hand vaguely. "Some other thing like this."

You know what he means. The press events blur together, when you're one of the dozens of pairs of hands on any given campaign. Print ads, live fashion shows, television commercials, they all have one thing in common: release parties, where the wealthy designers (in name only, in your experience) and the models deign to mingle with the rest of you who actually get the product made.

You don't mean to sound jaded about it. You just kind of are.

"Are you from GQ, or...?" you ask politely.

"Oh, no," he laughs sheepishly, "No, I'm Hyun- Shownu."

Ah. Now you understand the swagger he'd approached with, the confidence that even the most stalwart assistants and publishers lose after enough rinse and repeat. He's the model.

"Nice to meet you," you say.

"That was you, wasn't it?" he presses.

You're genuinely apologetic when you say, "I really don't know what you mean."

"It was in...like November?" he says, handsome, handsome face furrowed in thought.

"In November?" you repeat, nonplussed.

"Long time ago, I know," he says. "I was coming off a runway, and I saw you..."

And you remember.

Oh, God, you remember him.

He was on a runway for a line you'd helped photograph, and the lead stylist had begged you to be there to fill out the crowd. It was a smaller brand, so there wasn't much reach beyond a few influencers who'd agreed to market the pieces and the rest of the staff who'd produced it. Empty photographs wouldn't do, so there you were, front row, off in the corner, making the room look fuller.

Models are all beautiful people, in some way or another, and he was no exception. You'd realized part of the way through that a friend of a friend was in the show, too, and you were trying to catch her eye when he came off the runway.

He'd looked at you. You looked at him, after the creeping feeling of eyes on you tugged your attention away from hailing your acquaintance.

He looked you up and down, top of your head to the heels on your feet. He smirked, eyes dropping to half-lidded suggestion. It sent a full-body shiver through you, you remember, the distinct feeling of being targeted, in the best way.

And before you could react, he was gone, exit stage right, and you didn't see him again that night.

You hadn't thought about him since.

But here he is, looking at you in that same way. Hungry, appraising, just a little bit intimidating.

"I do remember," you say finally, "At that thing for the Fullsun line?"

"That's right," he says.

"Good to see you again, then," you say.

Shownu - he was originally going to give you another name, but you'll use this one, since he seems to want you to - smiles. "Did you come here with anyone?"

"Nope."

"Do you want to leave here with anyone?"

Now that is one way to do it, you marvel. "Maybe."

"What if it was me?"

"Then I'd be interested."

The parts of the event that you needed to attend are over. It's devolved into a proper party, now, just the staff and VIPs mingling, putting the sponsored open bar to good use.

"I have to go change out of this before I leave," Shownu says, tugging on the lapels of the designer suit jacket clinging to his broad form like a second skin.

"On loan?"

"The brand always dresses us," he nods. "Annoying."

"I'll wait back there," you say.

"Is that okay?"

You grin. "I'm staff. Of course it is."

It's the truth, anyway. You have more of a right to be there than he does.

You follow him to the little dressing area in the back, little offices made of moveable walls, probably meant for something other than being green rooms for fashion events. He slings off the jacket before he even shuts himself into the room. On instinct, you grab for it, putting it back on the hanger that dangles from the doorknob. It can't wrinkle, it's on loan.

"Hey. Are my clothes out there?" Shownu asks, after a moment.

You glance around. Sure enough, there's a pair of jeans and a dark shirt folded on a chair behind you.

"Yeah."

"Can you hand them to me?"

He set you up. He absolutely did. And you're gonna let him follow through. "Sure."

He opens the door and stands there shirtless and expectant as you grab the clothes. He's got the chiseled form you would expect - abs, pecs, lats, arms - but he's broader, like this, than he looks while dressed. It's interesting. Most people look bigger in clothes, especially in a well-fitted suit.

"Thanks," he says, taking his clothes from you.

"Are you sure you have to get dressed?" you ask.

Shownu coughs a little, like he forgot how to breathe. "What?"

"I mean, you look so...wow."

He preens a little under your gaze. "I guess I don't have to."

You step forward and hook your fingers into the waistband of his suit pants. "What about these?"

"I have to give them back, too," he says.

So he pops the button and lets the garment fall right out from under your hand, leaving him in just a pair of sleek seamless boxer-briefs. Such a professional.

"There."

He's got no shame at all, it seems, standing there in just his underwear, the dressing room door wide open. Anyone walking past could see him, could see you staring at him.

"You're overdressed, now," he says lightly.

You look down at your own slacks and blouse. "I guess I am."

"Can we fix that?"

"I think we can."

Your blouse has pretty mother-of-pearl buttons that you're quite fond of, and you're going to need to hand-stitch them all back on, because Shownu simply takes hold of your blouse and pulls it open, sending buttons flying.

"Didn't even rip," he says.

He's right, you note, dazed, the delicate fabric is perfectly fine. How often is this man ripping shirts off people? How often can that person be you?

You shrug the useless shirt off your shoulders, and back Shownu into the dressing room. Just the partial shelter of the three walls makes you feel better, even though you leave the door wide open behind you.

He makes quick work of your bra, and then your own button and zip find their way down.

"Why pants?" he mutters, letting the wide-legged trousers fall down your legs and gather over your high heels.

You step out of them. "Much harder for people to get up-skirt photos in pants."

"People still do that?"

"You have no idea."

Shownu mutters noncommittally, his mouth much too busy exploring your cleavage.

That door is still open, meaning that anyone who happens to come back here - other models, members of the press, anyone on your team - will be able to see the two of you, all but undressed. The thought should make you nervous, but all it does is send arousal pealing through you. Combined with Shownu's lips tracing a path up your throat and his hands toying with the band of your panties, you can't make yourself care at all.

"I wanted to fuck you, first time I saw you," he murmurs against your skin.

He hasn't sworn once yet, and having him do it now is indescribably sexy.

"Sorry for making you wait," you tease.

"Not waiting much longer."

He peels your panties down, breathing out another swear as he gets them off and lets them pool at your feet, too.

"People are gonna see us," you warn him.

"Doesn’t matter.”

Oh. Well.

As if to prove his point, Shownu turns the two of you around and presses you to the open door where it rests just inside the room.

You're all but on display now, completely visible as he hikes one of your legs up around his hip, high heel still strapped to your foot. It's early yet, and no one would come back here, but if they did, they'd be getting a show.

Even more of a show, now, as Shownu slides his own underwear off. You're too busy peering around for passersby to watch him do it, but you take notice when his erection - hot, beading with precum that smears against your thigh, and big - presses up against you.

You probably won't get fired if someone sees you, since you're a contractor and all that.

But as Shownu lines up with your entrance and starts pushing in, just a bit, teasing, that fucker, you don't really care.

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[wavelikewhat]

Starlight in Seoul

Pairing: Shownu x undefined, Minhyuk x undefined Wordcount: 1875 Content notes: none! it's very wholesome Summary: Shownu takes his dog on a long evening walk and spots an old friend. Genre/themes: fluff, Monstas as parents/dogparents, Monstas in the future, tbh this is wish fulfillment because I want them to be so happy with whatever kind of family they want A/N: special thanks to @seungkwansphd for love and support <3

Shownu pushed the door open and heard Poppy scrambling toward him through the dark apartment. The overhead light turned on automatically as he stepped into the apartment, and he smiled as he prepared to greet the fluffy white puppy eager to shower him with affection. 

Poppy’s toenails clicked tap-tap-tap on the hardwood floors as she wove excitedly through Shownu’s feet and legs until the tall man squatted down. “Poppy! Annyeong!” He offered one hand to the puppy and reached back with the other to gently close the door behind him.

“I’m sorry I’m so late tonight, Poppy. We were both supposed to finish working early, but it doesn’t always turn out that way.” He scratched the puppy vigorously with all his fingers. She yipped and he laughed happily at her excitement.

Shownu stood up and slipped off his sneakers before entering the long hallway. “Let me change my clothes and we can go outside. I know you've been waiting all night for our walk. I’m sorry, it's only you and me tonight. But as soon as I get changed we can go outside.”

The puppy followed him as he rushed through the apartment, heading toward the bedroom. He opened the large wardrobe door and caught a flash of her blurry white reflection in the full length mirror attached inside. He smiled to himself. She had only been with them for a few weeks, but just as everyone had predicted she was already his shadow. 

Within a few minutes, Shownu was walking back to the front door dressed in black sweatpants and a plain white tee. Poppy ran past him and danced in place below the wall hook that held her leash. 

He took the leash off the hook and bent over to attach the harness around her warm little body. “Ok Poppy, it’s finally time for a walk! It’s your favorite time of the day, except meal time. You’re like me. Mealtime and walk-time are my favorite parts of the day, too.” He rubbed the top of her head with his thumb and she yipped.

Shownu slipped on his white sneakers and stood up, holding the leash in one hand. He patted his pocket for his phone and nodded to himself when he felt it through the sweatpants. He grabbed a plain black ballcap from another hook on the wall and placed it on his head, then he pulled the door open for the two of them. “Let’s go, Poppy!”

*

It was a clear, cool night. He only saw a few other people along the road as he and Poppy walked through the neighborhood. 

Usually, the three of them took a winding walk together in the evening, wandering down every quiet street and catching up on everything that had happened during the day. On some nights, it was a long quiet walk instead, holding hands in comfortable silence as Poppy explored scents and sounds of the night. 

Tonight it was just the two of them, and Shownu was in a contemplative mood. He found himself thinking about things he hadn’t thought about in a while. He decided to stay out a little longer than usual before turning back toward home.

Up ahead, he spotted a small park with a playground for young children. During the daytime it was full of kids chasing each other, their parents sipping iced coffees on the benches that lined the play area. After dark, the area was lit by street lamps and the benches often had couples chatting quietly close together or friends sharing a few beers after a long day.

Tonight, the benches were all empty, but there was one person on the swings. They were swaying gently, side to side, and their head was tilted up toward the night sky.

As he and Poppy drew closer to the playground, Shownu recognized the person on the swings and smiled. What a surprise that he would see this person here, of all the people he knew, moments after he had been reminiscing about their time together! He had even planned to call them tomorrow.

Shownu led Poppy in a wide arc toward the swingset, hoping they would see him walking in their direction. He didn’t want to disturb the silence by calling out toward them.

“Shownu!” Shownu smiled broadly when the man hissed his name into the night. He had a huge grin on his face as he looked at Shownu. The man motioned for him to sit on the other swing, and he waved eagerly toward Poppy as they came closer. He put one finger to his lips then pointed to his chest, where an infant was tucked into a sling that wrapped around his chest, back, and shoulders. 

Shownu sat down on the swing next to his friend. It curved low to carry his weight, and he chuckled quietly. He extended Poppy’s leash so she could explore the area past his feet, then he turned toward Minhyuk

It was better to whisper, just in case. “Is it ok to talk?” 

“Yes, yes! We don't have to whisper. He’s sleeping. I came outside to help him sleep. Sometimes the swing helps him. It’s such a nice evening that I wanted to spend some more time outside. I’m glad I did!”

“Me too.” They both watched Poppy as she walked back to Shownu and curled into a fluffy white ball beside his foot. He could feel her deep breaths against his sneaker. “Did you eat?”

“Yes, we both ate before he woke up again. And every time you message me a gift card we use it right away. You always have perfect timing! You always send one when we are both hungry but we both forget to order dinner.”

“Good, good. Is he waking up a lot?”

“I think it’s average. We’re not sleeping much, but we’re getting used to it. There is so much to do all the time and we are both tired. It’s like our rookie years! Hyungwon called me today and we were talking about this. I never knew I would have another time in my life with so little sleep.”

“That tiredness was so difficult. If that’s how it is for you, I hope you both can rest soon.”

“Me too!” He laughed and looked up at the sky again. “Me too.”

Shownu looked up, too. The night sky was filled with gray clouds, but there was no chance of rain. It was a typical overcast evening in the city. He glanced around the neighborhood. All the tall apartment buildings nearby had windows twinkling with light. He could see two people entering a convenience store across the street from the park. 

“What are you looking for?” Shownu asked.

“Oh! Nothing.” He turned to look at Shownu. “I wanted to see the stars, but you can’t always see stars in the night sky in Seoul. I was thinking about the last time I saw them. I think it’s been a long time. Since before him, definitely!”

He looked down at the baby and smiled softly. Shownu watched him and smiled, too. Suddenly, Minhyuk looked directly at Shownu and started speaking with urgency. He didn’t sound upset or scared. He almost sounded worried. Shownu narrowed his eyes and listened carefully.

“– and he’s so quiet when he is awake. He is always watching us! He listens to us carefully even though he has no idea what we are saying to him. He looks right at me when I ask him a question, even though I am the one who answers the question too. I can’t wait until I can hear him tell me what he is thinking –”

Showny relaxed, but kept his focus on Minhyuk’s face. This is how their conversations went sometimes. He was glad Minyuk still trusted him enough to share his deepest thoughts, the thoughts other people assumed Minhyuk wasn’t capable of having because of his outward personality. 

“– sometimes I wonder if he’s more like you than me,” Minhyuk finished quietly. He looked down at the baby again.

“Are you worried you won’t be able to connect with him?” Shownu thought this was unlikely, but it sounded to him like this was Minhuk’s real concern.

Minhyuk sighed, and it turned into a small laugh. “When you say it like that, I guess every parent probably shares these worries. I suppose we’ll see. No matter what happens, I'll keep trying.”

Minhyuk looked up at the cloudy night sky again, then he looked down at Poppy before speaking once more.

“I love everything about him, Shownu, but I worry about him. I’m worried that he won’t be able to speak up when his happiness is at stake. I worry about a million things, but sometimes I worry about this especially. I think it will continue to be my biggest worry.”

“That’s probably because you know how difficult it can be.”

“We both do. It’s the hardest thing.” 

He looked up at Shownu again, and he looked surprised to see that Shownu had been watching him. He rested one large hand on the tiny baby in the sling and took a deep breath. 

“Shownu, is there anything you wish you didn’t hold inside, back then?”

Shownu’s response was on the tip of his tongue because he didn’t have to wonder about an answer. He had been thinking about this during the walk to the park because of a conversation he had earlier today. In truth, he had been thinking about this most of the day.

“I wish I told you more often how proud I was. All six of you. You worked hard. Everyone was working hard.”

“You did tell us! You loved us a lot.” He paused, and it looked to Shownu like he was thinking carefully about his next words. “I think you told other people that, often.”

“Yes, I did. I did. I told everyone!” But did he tell them enough?

“I heard you telling the convenience store employee one night, the night before we finally moved into separate dorms. You told him you had a really good team at work and you were proud of how hard they worked. You said you were amazed how much they achieved together and individually. I stood to the side because I didn't want you to stop talking if you saw me. I wanted to hear everything you said. It made me feel safe, like ‘oh, Shownu will still love me in his way even if we live separately.’ I didn’t realize I was worried about it until that moment.” 

Shownu sat quietly for a moment after Minhyuk shared his memory. “I loved you a lot. I still love you, even though we live separately.”

Minhyuk laughed.

“You made it such a bright time of my life. The six bright stars in Seoul.”

Minhyuk laughed again and glanced up toward the starless sky. “You're not even the dad, but you make the most dad jokes!”

“It's who I am.”

“Shownu is Shownu.” They smiled at each other. “Thank you, Shownu.” 

Minhyuk looked down at his chest, still smiling, and he pressed his broad palm against the baby’s back

“I’m glad I saw you tonight,” Shownu said. “I didn’t expect to see anyone I knew because we began our walk so late.”

“Me too! I’m glad I stayed outside to see the stars.”

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[dr-m-r-ma]

Follow Me

Genre: angst, drama Rating: PG 13

Part XVI

He tried to run after her as soon as she left. But his feet wouldn’t move past the doorway of his place.

The managers told Shownu to not step a foot out of the dorm, stay indoors, no matter what. They limited his time with the other members, fearful that the stalking may affect the members as well. The agency even forbade Shownu from going to his personal studio temporarily, which meant he couldn’t work out… and get his mind off of the current situation.

So he stood frozen with one arm holding the front door open and his feet glued to the floor. His mind was racing – he knew Eunjoo would be pissed again if he ran after her with worry. It was also clear in his mind that it was especially unsafe for him. Even so, he was still worried about Eunjoo’s shoulder wound that hasn't healed completely.

She seemed to care for the wound and replace her bandage when she was sure he was sleeping in his room. Unfortunately, due to the increase in disturbing events, Shownu tossed and turned in his bed often. Unable to sleep for more than two hours, he would wake up multiple times throughout the night. It almost became a habit for him to wake up, get up to get some water, but hear soft and short groans of pain coming from the living room. He would stand with one hand on his door handle, unable to open it and get water like nothing’s wrong. He could only helplessly stand against the door until the sounds disappeared, and only then, would he walk back to his bed to try to fall asleep again.

Remembering those nights again, Shownu decided to look for her after all.

And so he ran.

He sprinted past the main streets and into the alleys.

Even if he couldn’t hear footsteps running or panting from running, he could still faintly hear a metallic scraping sound. And that was the only thing that tipped him off – Eunjoo was probably chasing after the same sound.

When he discovered her, he realized he only had a fraction of a second to decide what to do and where to go. Shownu could see her figure hunched – she was all tensed up – and his mind clicked when he saw her shift into a defensive stance.

His arms swiftly reached out for her. One hand wrapped around her mouth to muffle her surprise, while the other pulled her body close, as he stepped backwards into a narrow alley on the side. Her body instantly tensed up, but as soon as they were hidden by the tall walls and only the most limited light was shining upon them, Shownu showed his face to Eunjoo. And once she recognized him, he thought of letting go quietly.

Except, under the dimmest, almost non-existent, light they had, he could still see her wild anger flare up in her eyes. Eunjoo’s arms went up to throw him off of her, instantly knocking his hand off of her mouth, while Shownu panicked. After all, they were still almost right next to the suspects. Without thinking, his arms roughly pulled her back – accidentally slamming her against the cold brick wall.

“윽…” (Translation: “Urgh…”)

In the dead silent night when they were being extra careful to not get caught, Eunjoo’s pained groan stood out like a pencil dropping in an empty library.

‘제발… 그냥 가라… 제발 가…’ (Translation: ‘Please… just go…. Please leave….’) Shownu chanted in his mind.

Nevertheless, the sound of gravel being crushed and twisted, as if heavy shoes pivoted on small rocks, sent chills up Shownu's spine.

“뭐지 진짜?” (Translation: “Really, what was that?”)

In the darkness, Shownu could see a glint in Eunjoo’s eyes, and somehow he just knew that she would pretend like she wasn’t hurt and step forward in front of them.

Her hands attempted to push him away, just as he predicted. This time, however, he didn’t budge. In fact, the male idol stood firm and stared down at the officer. He could faintly see the protruded, frowning eyebrows and the shadows of her lips turned upside down.

With only the thought that he had to divert Eunjoo’s attention away from her discomfort while staying quiet, one hand reached down and over to her hand. He could sense her flinch at his touch, but he quickly raised his other hand to his mouth and motioned her to stay quiet. He couldn’t exactly read her expression, but she did indeed stay silent and still as his hand folded over her hand.

“고양이였나? 그냥 가자.” (Translation: “Maybe it was a cat? Let’s just go.”) The man said. His footsteps started to get farther away.

The female voice muttered, “고양이 싫은데…” (Translation: “I hate cats…”) Her steps moved away as well.

As the sounds of their voices and footsteps started to dissipate, Shownu became more aware of the sounds coming from Eunjoo – her erratic breathing and almost strained pants for air. He hadn’t noticed before due to sheer panic, but he suddenly realized how sweaty her hand was in his hand… was that also his sweat because he was anxious? He tried to look down into her eyes, but her head was tilted downwards.

Knowing he couldn’t utter a word for fear that the suspects might turn back around again, he squeezed her hand lightly.

No response.

Another light squeeze.

Eunjoo finally raised her head and Shownu’s heart nearly leapt out of his body. She had those same fiery eyes from that night they argued but the hair framing her face stuck to her face. He could see the dimmest light reflected on the sweat rolling down the sides of her cheeks.

His eyes darted around and he tried to squint his ears, if that was even possible, to hear if there was anyone around. After all, the other members always told Shownu how much he sucked at whispering, that his whispers sounded both loud and soft at the same time, that he sounded like a bear growling a guttural sound. In the time he was contemplating, his ears twitched when they heard the faint sound of sirens.

*Fwump*

‘아… 들었구나…’ (Translation: ‘Ah… [she] heard it too…’) he thought.

Eunjoo had yanked her hand out of his hand and shoved him with probably all her remaining strength, making him hit the other wall of the alley lightly. As if she lost all her strength, she slowly slid down her side of the wall with one hand over her shoulder.

The sirens sounded closer and Shownu finally asked quietly, “괜찮으세요?” (Translation: “Are you okay?”)

However, before she even uttered a sound, he saw her remove her hand from her shoulder. She winced and he could see something wet shining on her fingertips.

Shit.

“누나!!” (Translation: “Eunjoo[-noona]!!”)

Footsteps closed in and Shownu looked at the two people who ran into the alley with flashlights. He recognized the male officer as the one who ran Eunjoo’s errands. The one she didn’t avoid. The other, a female officer he didn’t recognize, asked rapidly, “뭐야, 너 어떻게 된거야?? 무슨 상황이야?” (Translation: “What the, what happened to you?? What’s the situation?”)

“윽… 혹시 올때 수상한 사람들 못 봤어? 남자 한명… 하고 여자… 한명.” (Translation: “Ugh… did you guys see any suspicious people on your way here? One man… and one… female.”) Eunjoo asked, words thrown out in between her irregular breathing.

The two officers looked at each other with worry before both shaking their heads.

Eunjoo muttered, “아… 씨발.. 부.. 분명히… 그 여자 목소리 어디서 들어봤..는데…” (Translation: “Ah… fuck.. I could.. Could have sworn… I heard that.. woman’s voice before…”) The female officer quickly took out her phone and seemed to request for additional backup to search the area and request for nearby CCTV. Strangely enough, they didn’t seem to realize that Eunjoo’s words started to stutter more and before the other officers could ask her any questions, Shownu saw her body slump to the side.

“어–!!” (Translation: “Hey–!!”) Shownu shouted, with one finger pointing towards Eunjoo.

The male officer immediately crouched to Eunjoo’s side. “누나!! 정신차려봐!!” (Translation: “[Noona]!! Wake up!!”)

The other officer also rushed to Eunjoo, but was on the phone again. “차 한대 여기로 보내. 지금 은주 병원으로 데리고 가야해.” (Translation: “Send a car here. We need to take Eunjoo to the hospital right now.”) She looked briefly up at Shownu before she answered the person on the call, “아니, 팀장님에게 보고드려 – 의뢰인은 무사하다고… 태용선배에겐 내가 이따가 말 할테니까 넌 팀장님한테 바로 전화 해.” (Translation: “No, report to Team Leader [Baek] that the client is safe… I’ll tell Tae-yong[-sunbae] later so you just call Team Leader [Baek] right away.”)

Just as she hung up, they heard a siren approach closer and tires squeaking past through the gravel. Headlights shone near the closest entrance of their alley and the male officer took it as his cue to pull Eunjoo’s arms over his shoulders and around his neck. “헙!” (Translation: “Oof!”) As he stood, he looped each of his arms around her legs to carry her safely on his back.

The other officer warned him to set her down in the car carefully before turning to Shownu. Her eyes met his, but he wanted to turn away from them. They weren’t as cold as Eunjoo’s but they weren’t welcoming either. Her facial expression showed no signs of sympathy or warmth. He wasn’t sure if her eyes meant to throw daggers at him or if she just normally looked like that in the dark. She was rigid even as she motioned him to get into the car wordlessly.

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TBC

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I hope they are the one ruining me and not my fucking thesis.

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[breezybangtanbebe]

💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriend Hoseok❤️‍🔥💭

The Gentle Giant Boyfriend

Emotionally💕:

Hoseok is no stranger to attention. Everything about him, from his handsome face and healthy physique to his fashion sense and warm personality, he attracts just about anyone with eyes and a pulse. But everything was different with you.

You werent one of the typical cases fan girling over his persona or obsessing over his body parts. (something I honestly think is a big ick for him but he just tolerates it because of how much of a people pleaser he tends to be.) 

On your first date, you barely even looked at anything below his chin and held him in your eyes for most of the conversation..

"You have really pretty eyes.." you remarked, stirring your drink mindlessly with your cheek resting in the palm of your other hand.

Hoseok's mouth twitched in a tiny reluctant smile of confusion. He too toyed with the straw of his drink, mashing the ice cubes about before taking a sip.

"Um..thank you." he swallows, blinking as if he were on the brink of choking. It wasn't hard to fluster him, you picked up on that early on when you met him at that pottery class you took up as soon as the pandemic was over. Any reason to get out of that apartment that felt even smaller when you had no where else to go.

It was his eyes that caught your attention first, mainly because it was all you could see of his face since the mask mandate was still enforced. Apart from his hulking frame under his oversized hoodie and the way his massive legs made the stool he was perched on look like it was designed for a child, there was a soft innocence there when he focused his fingers on the sepia ball of clay.

When he wasn't focused, those eyes had a way of finding you on the other side of the room, looking away bashfully when you felt his stare..

Crinkling cutely when the teacher made a joke.

Widening comically when the perfectly shaped bowl he was working on collapsed into a squishy warped ball of disaster.

This went on for a few weeks before he finally worked up the nerve to sit beside you at the beginning of the next class, introducing himself. Up close, you got an even better gauge of his size.

"Good lord he must work out every day.." you thought, but its only on your mind for a second after resuming eye contact when he asked you a question.

The most gorgeous combination of browns melded in the ridges of his irises. From afar you couldn't notice but this close, you couldn't see anything but those eyes. Eyes that told so much about a man you hardly knew.

Honesty.

Joy.

Sadness.

Pain.

Soul.

It was you who asked him for his number despite him being the one to ask if he could see you again outside of class. So you did, grabbing tea and coffee at the bakery near the pottery studio.

"Youre blushing again." you smirk triumphantly and Hoseok immediately resents himself for being such an easy read. Without his mask to hide behind, you were given a full view of his face that was as equally charming as his eyes.

The colored apples of Hoseok's cheeks lift slightly as he shook his head in pure denial.

"No Im not." 

"Im looking right at you. What do you mean?" You tease and Hoseok tucks his lips against each other to fight his bodies natural response to flattery.

"Its the steam from the tea or something, I don't know.." he shakes his head again, turning his head at the bakery's door chime as a few customers walked in and you couldn't help but think it was to hide the way his blush worsened. There was no steam. He wasn’t even drinking tea so the excuse was as ridiculous as it was adorable.

It made you smile knowing he was this affected and you vaguely wondered what else your attention to detail could do.

"If you say so.."

You were different to him because you saw him in ways others didn’t. No one compliments a man’s eyes when all attention is on his body. The amount of times he caught women and men alike struggling to keep eye contact when he wore a fitted shirt that accentuated his upper body. And while he did work diligently to achieve such a body, it felt good to be seen and not just something to look at. Which in his profession,was often a feeling he faced.

Water signs tend to be very emotionally connected and Hoseok will know what youre feeling before you say anything because he's just that observant. That's just him. He can walk into a room and get a gauge of everyone's energy and while he may not show it, he's affected by it.

He appreciates a person thats similar. Someone who can tell when he's bothered or uncomfortable but too polite to express it. He appreciates someone who can anticipate his needs the way he will anticipate yours. And he absolutely would. If you like coffee in the morning and he's up before you, he puts on a pot because he knows you hate waiting for it. He'll put things within your reach without thinking about it. He’ll cover sharp corners with his hand if you bend down suddenly too near them. Just a quiet caretaker.

He's very emotionally intelligent (it took him going through ALOT to get this way) , and he too has very little patience for games or things that don't make sense. So talk to him about your feelings vs acting impulsively. Don't push him away when you're upset. He may chase you for a little while but if you're not reciprocating his energy , he'll lose interest.

Physically💋:

Very reserved in front of others because he's just polite but will hold your hand and kiss you proudly in public. He keeps it cute though, nothing outlandish.

He is the jealous type so if someone is looking at you a bit too hard, expect him to mark his territory with one of those little kisses. Or a few.

In private, He's big and warm and soft and hard all at the same damn time. Hoseok loves cuddling,prefers to be the big spoon most of the time because he feels like he's protecting you but occasionally enjoys curling his big ass into you while your massage his scalp until he falls asleep.

He's much more touchy feely. Lots of stolen kisses and booty grabs. Although I predict that you'd be most inclined to want to touch him all day because...well. Look at him🌚

It was a day worth shutting the world out for. Raining and relentless. Plans were cancelled ,alarms were snoozed and clothes were optional at Hoseok's apartment.

Its been several months since that day in the bakery and those routine meet ups next door to the pottery class evolved into evenings spent at his place. He'd been to yours plenty but you preferred being with him at his because his felt more comfortable. 

Plus he had all the snacks.

The morning light creeped its way despite the sun being hidden and the bed felt much too big when he wasn't in it. So after pulling on one of his t-shirts and slipping into his bathroom to freshen up, you were relieved to find the object of your desire in the kitchen.

He's shirtless with his magnificent back on display for you as you watched him busy with something on the counter. His hair was wild, sticking up in all directions and his pajama pants hung just low enough on his hips for those two delicious dimples to be visible.

You stepped silently over the warm wood floors, one bare foot after the other until you were creeping up behind him.

Hoseok flinched a little when you snaked your arms around his waist but he soon relaxes at the feel of your lips pressing against the middle of his back.

"Hi.." you grumble against his warmth, skimming the tip of your nose over his skin. Hoseok chuckles softly as one of his hands covers your two that clasp below his naval.

"Morning. Did I wake you?" He looks over his shoulder and you shake your head, pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade.

"Just missed you." You respond sleepily and the sound of it has him chuckling softly.

"Ive been up for less than ten minutes.." he chides and you shrug.

"10 minutes too long. I got cold. What are you doing anyway? I thought you had nothing to do today." You mumble, peaking around his body to spot him organizing several different types of capsules into little baggies.

"Im putting my supplements together for when I go out of town next week."

"Oh yeah.." you say. You return to nuzzling his muscular back, settling in the dip of his spine between his shoulder blades with a solemn sigh.

Detecting you sulking, Hoseok takes one of your hands and pries it from his tummy to lift towards his face.

"Its just a few days. Don't pout, big baby.."

A gentle kiss to your knuckles was all it took to send a tingle through your body, making you tighten the back hug you had him in . Your affection evolves due to an intrusive thought and you accentuate the embrace with an unexpected bite of his flesh. Your teeth pinch a healthy bit of skin between them and you pull back on the release.

His yelp makes you snicker evilly and you soothed the faint toothmarks with a few kisses before pulling away from him.

"Look who's talking.." you tease.

He didn't appreciate the way the temperature changed the moment you weren't touching him and he turns around, spotting you leaning against the kitchen island. This had to have been the moment he realized you were wearing nothing but his t-shirt, noting the stiffness of your nipples poking through the fabric.

His gaze drops from your breasts to your shapely thighs that were unsubtly pressing against each other.

With a sultry look in your eye, you smirked up at him as you hopped up on the marble countertop and spread your legs just enough to hint at your lack of panties. Not that any hint was needed.

If you had any on, it wouldn't be for long.

Sexually💦:

Hoseok seems like a massive giver. So he's not at all a selfish lover. Whatever your satisfaction requires, he's pretty open to it if its not uncomfortable. If any kinks, I could see some bondage or food play. Maybe some sensory deprivation. Hes not afraid of toys at all. I actually imagine him owning some of his own for his solo sessions.🌚

Not super dommy. If anything, he's a switch (both dom and sub depending on the mood). When he's the dom, he teases your body alot with whatever he has at his disposal.

He praises you heavily and rewards you. Would much rather do that than punish you, but if he has to, he confirms that all of those muscles aren't just for show. He'll never hurt you though, thats actually one of his worst fears so don't expect him to get TOO TOO rough. Some hard slaps on the ass and a hand around the throat might be aa far as he'll go with you. Even then, hes very careful.

As a sub, he's very bratty and mischievous. He wants the punishment 100%. He wants you to talk shit, scold him, pull his hair a little. He wants you to make him feel small even though hes literally a hulk. Some orgasm denial would drive him crazy. But once you finally let him cum, put as much into the aftercare as he would for you. Talk to him nice and touch him alot. Slow Kisses with lots of tongue.

He's an ass man. Touching your booty actually brings him some sort of comfort, like a human stress ball. In the morning, its customary for him to rub yours for at least a minute when he greets you. He probably enjoys eating you out from the back so he doesn't have to waste time bending you over after. I also think he's most attracted to thick women🌚. He just gives me that vibe.

Large hands grip your ass underneath the tshirt,holding you up with your legs wrapped around him as he walked you back to the bedroom.

Your lips suckle his bottom lip, making him groan and squeeze you when you lips finally part to invite him in. Hoseok wasn't a sloppy kisser by far, always intentional with each stroke of his tongue and little nibble of your lips. He's passionate and most dominant when his tongue needled its way in and massaged yours.

You let him in gladly, earning a grateful sigh from him as you sucked his tongue greedily.

That always turned him on and you simulated the way you planned to suck him off by bobbing your head slowly, slurping his tongue loudly and shamelessly until it's too much for him.

You giggled when he tossed you on the bed, bouncing against the fluffy white comforter as he climbed on top of you. He cages you under the canopy of his huge body and doesn't hesitate to snatch his t-shirt from your body.

Now that he had you naked again, his lips found every place begging to be kissed.

Your neck.

Your nipples.

That spot just below your breast.

With both of your hands trapped under his above your head, Hoseok teased your body with his tongue until your back was arching from the bed.

He was kissing a trail down from your naval to the mound of stubbly skin of your pelvis. You felt you needed to shave but Hoseok didn't give a damn about some hair. In some ways he preferred it because he could smell you so much better that way.

His chin grazes your clit and making you twitch, making him smile against your skin.

"That sensitive huh? What am I gonna do with you?" He teases, moving down to hold you at your hips. You lift up just in time to watch his tongue extend and flick a few times over the throbbing nub before sucking on it obscenely hard.

You called his name again but he ignores you, simply combining flicking and sucking on your clit in favor of paying you any mind.

Seems as though he had his mouth set on your pussy for breakfast from how he alternated between sucking your clit and tonguing at your hole.

He knew what he was doing and you could keep your composure anymore. Damn his neighbors, they would just have to hear you.

Your hand found its way to his messy bed head, tugging at the strands from the scalp. He moans with his lips wrapped around you, the vibration of his tone making your legs shake.

Without warning, Hoseok pulls away from your heat and pulls you up by your arm. He grabs you by the neck gently to kiss you as he was before. But instead of him tasting like mouth wash and strawberry yogurt, he tasted like you.

With your legs spread wide enough to fit his huge frame, you hooked them over his hips to lock him in place. He chuckles at the desperation he felt on your lips, guiding you down to lay on your back one more.

"What baby...what it is it?" He asks, eyes black as night on yours. Long gone were those innocent eyes you'd fallen for at first.

Hoseok reached between your bodies to pick up where he left off, strumming over you back and forth.

Back and forth.

Your mouth gaped in a gasp when he upped the pace, rubbing you so good that you were sure you'd cum any second.

"Baby..please yess yess yess.." you cry and Hoseok kissed your trembling lips casually.

"Feels good?" He asks and you hum in response.

"More?" He lifts his brow.

"More..more.."you pant, now gripping the hair at his nape. With that, his fingers slipped inside of you, fucking you slowly as his tongue found yours. You moaned senselessly amidst kissing and Hoseok only took that as you begging for his fingers to go deeper.

"Is this what you want, baby? Hmm? Want me to suck on this pretty pussy some more? Wanna cum on my tongue like you did last night?" He mumbles, planting another wet pussy flavored kiss on your lips as he awaited your response.

"Please.." you shudder, too lost in the way his fingers went back to toying with your clit to kiss him back properly.

But this was how he wanted you anyway and he was only getting started.

Love Language:

I believe our big boy is a Gift giver/receiver and Physical touch. The gifts don't have to be expensive (even though he will for sure spend his monies on his gifts he gives you), it just matters to him that you know what he likes and that you're thinking of him. And touch on that man. Big boys need love too.

Quality time is big for him as well. He just wants you around. It doesn't have to be for any specific reason. Just be there and exist with him.

Pet names/Terms of endearment:

Calls you his baby or his world. Not much in between. He's very playful and light hearted so you might be his brat or headache from time to time, but takes his relationships very seriously. You don't have worry about any fear of commitment with him. Once he's locked in, you've got him.

So dont hurt him please🥹 He's very soft hearted.

<The other Boyfriends >

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[vergilsfluff]

a little jealousy (one-shot) shownu x fem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ WORD COUNT: 2,660 words

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ CW: oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, clothed sex, slut shaming, degradation, size kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, dry humping, spanking

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ SUMMARY: After a night out with your friends you feel insanely good about yourself. Your body is glowing, any weight that was previously on your shoulders had instantly disappeared. You're a woman living your best life. Though, after coming home rather late, and to a husband that was clearly concerned on your whereabouts... let’s just say you get Son Hyunwoo, a little jealous.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ AO3 LINK: A Little Jealousy (One-shot) - horridmort - Monsta X (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

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“You’re back late,” a voice spoke out from the shadows of your apartment. You jumped a little, squinting through the darkness until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the huge figure in the corner of the room. You relaxed once his voice and caveman-like body registered in your mind.

Your husband was home.

“And you’re back early,” you countered as you blindly swiped a hand along the wall to switch on the light beside you. Once your hand came in contact with the switch you flicked it, illuminating the hallway but leaving him kept in the shadows in the corner up ahead. You lift your foot in an attempt to unbuckle your shoe. Upon unsuccessful, you shift into a position so odd to do the deed, fully aware that you flash him a view of your panties as you did so.

“Finished work early,” he spoke again. Confirming what you had stated earlier. “Didn’t expect you to have such a knack for the nightlife, huh.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had a curfew,” you say smugly. You finally free the shoe from your foot and begin working on the other as you resume to your standing position. You pull on the hems of your skirt.

“What? Is it not short enough?” You speak after he doesn’t respond to your smart comment.

“It’s new,” he states blankly.

“Are you jealous about all the men that got to see my pretty little skirt before you did?”

“I feel no such thing as jealousy ,” he spoke with a bite that made you think otherwise. “Why should I be jealous when at the end of the day, it’s me who you come home to.  I’m the one giving you what you deserve. No one else. Just me.”

His words made your cheeks heat and body warm. You’d never known he could be this possessive. He knew you’d spend days out with your friends on days he was meant to work from dawn til dusk but he never knew how much of a frequent party goer you were. Not that it bothered him, it was just that he was so used to seeing you at home on the days he finished early and so tonight was a surprise.

His response to this amused you. The temptation to come home late everyday was rising with every second of silence that passed through the thick tension in the air.

You pad towards him. Towards the corner he haunts at the corner of your shared bedroom, “I think I need a little help taking this off.”

“I think not,” he says, making you pause in your steps.

“Get on the bed.”

You made no attempt to move. Your nipples hardened at his rough tone but your feet were stapled to the ground. Completely enthralled by the way things were going tonight.

“Get on the fucking bed, Y/n.”

And you do.

You perch at the side of the bed but he waves a hand, unsatisfied, indicating you shimmy along. He doesn’t stop ushering you further away until you reach the center of the bed.

“Good girl,” he praises, “now spread.”

His demanding words alone illicit a trail of heat down to your core. Abiding by his command you lift both of your legs, planting your feet flat on the bed, creating a V-shape as you part your knees and bare your panties to him once again. The hem of your skirt hikes up with the movement allowing goosebumps to line your skin.

“Play with yourself through your panties,” he states.

Hesitantly, your fingers reach down and make contact with the heat of your pussy. You rub, the sensation of the fabric pressing against your growing wetness is enough to make you moan out in pleasure. However, you refrain from making such sound by biting your lip, not wanting to give him your moans if he’s not willing to fuck you just yet.

Your fingers start rubbing faster, chasing release as your panties dampen, leaving a wet spot.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He coos, his voice sounding taunting but so delicious.

“Mhm,” you manage as his perfectly worded praises make your legs quiver and pussy wetter.

He finally leans forward, uncovering himself from the shadowed corner of the room. The light from the hallway only shows you a fraction of his face, but you can still make out the clench of his jaw and his darkened eyes filled with lust.

He props his elbows on his knees as he watches, so intently, at your soaking pussy. It’s difficult to even breathe with his heavy gaze on you, You don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. Seemingly you feel a mixture of both as his weighted gaze never leaves your pussy.

“Now take them off before I rip them off,” he commands suddenly. You understand what he means immediately and you lift your ass to shimmy your panties off. Revealing your bare pussy to him. You throw your panties at him, to which he gracefully catches and brings to his nose. His eyes close in bliss as he takes in your scent and your eyelids flutter at the sight.

“Moan for me, baby. Let me hear your screams. Let me know how good that pussy feels,” he orders and your fingers immediately go back to touching your clit. This time you sink a finger into your pussy, then another, and another. His intense gaze feels like an invisible cloak of pressure, your thigh twitches as you watch him watch you with the desire to devour you.

“Just watching you is enough to make me come in my pants,” he confesses. You feel yourself growing wetter. Knowing that you have such power over him makes you feel incredibly excited.

“Please, Hyunwoo. I need you,” you beg, having enough with theatrics. You’re done being a somewhat taunting brat and all you want is him inside of you, making you come.

“Yeah? You need my cock?” he says in a mocking voice, your eyes narrow as he releases a wry laugh.

“I love it when you beg. Maybe I’ll let you beg some more before I make you come,” he taunts.

You roll your eyes and start rubbing yourself more, your fingers reach up to your mouth and you clasp your lips around your wet digits - savouring the taste as you slowly pop your fingers out of your mouth. His jaw clenches at the action and you grin in success.

Your fingers dive back into your pussy and you moan loudly for him, messing with him, as you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back. Letting him know it’s you who’s making you feel like this, not him.

Your thighs cradle your hand between your legs, but all of a sudden that hand is ripped away and soft lips immediately takeover. His plump lips suck and pull at your clit as his nose picks up your slick wetness - making dirty, wet noises as he buries himself into you.

He groans into your cunt and grabs your thighs, pushing them further apart and higher so that he can have more access. The feeling of his nose gliding against your pussy is just as good as the feeling of his thick, pink lips kissing your wetness, making sloppy and explicit noises in the room full of darkness.

He sinks his hot tongue inside you, cussing you to moan out in pleasure and grip a handful of his hair. One of his hands immediately go to your ass, squeezing before he slaps so hard the recoil makes your hips buckle.

He chuckles against your pussy, his breath against your bare cunt making your blood feel electrified. As his tongue laps in and out, playing around with your wetness, you feel the bottom of his chin dig into you too, sure that it’s coated wet with your juices.

You grind your pussy against his face, desperate for more of what he can give, and he moans out in pleasure continually as he eats your pussy out.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asks against your cunt, his tongue darts out to lick up and down your clit, making your back arch off the bed.

“Mine. Now make me come already,” you ask of him, impatiently.

He lifts himself from inbetween your legs, and you can’t help yourself but release a whimper at the loss of his touch.

“Wrong fucking answer,” he says, venom laced in his voice. Oh, how you loved this side of him.

You close your legs together, unaware of what he might do next, but he hooks an arm underneath your knees, another arm cradling your shoulders as he lifts you and forcefully places you on his lap. Your ass facing him as your face presses flat against the bed.

“When did you get such a crude mouth?” he asks, referring to your demand for him to make you come, as he brings a hand to knead your ass.

“When you decided to not put your cock inside it. What? Can’t get it up lately?” You ask with a smirk. Fully aware of how hard his cock is underneath you. Pressing against your pussy with a ferocious need.

“Watch your words,” he bites out. He continues kneading for a moment before his hand is removed for a second, until it collides against your flesh with a forceful slap.

You flinch, your low shriek muffled into the mattress, as he kneads away the pain.

“Tell me who owns this pussy,” he asks again.

Wanting more of his delicious slaps you decide to challenge him again, “me, only me.”

Slap.

“You’re not going to come tonight.” he states quietly. Kneading your ass more gently this time.

You twist your head to look at him, he flicks his eyes towards you for a moment before slapping down again. Hard.

“Yes, I am,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’ll do what I say you do. So if I say you won’t come, then you won’t fucking come . Simple.”

Slap.

Having enough with his games, you move to straddle his lap. Surprisingly, he lets you, not restricting you from your degrading position over his knees. Your bare pussy sits on the crotch of his jeans and you grind against the strange feeling. Your hands clasp his shoulders for balance as you rub yourself on him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, carefully.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Making myself come seeing as you can’t,” you say, eyes fixated below, at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his jeans.

Before you could argue further he flips you both over, a hand pressed firmly against your neck as he towers above you. He uses his other hand to clasp both of yours above your head. The forcefulness of the sudden action makes you wince.

“Hey,” you grit out, narrowing your eyes at his darkened ones, “being a little gentle wouldn’t hurt nobody.”

He ignores your complaint and presses his firm body against yours. You don’t even realise when and how he slips himself out of his jeans until you feel him entering you in one fluid motion.

The sensation has your eyes rolling backwards and back arching off the mattress. You moan in delight and he captures it with his mouth. His tongue battles with yours as you cry out, legs clasping around his body as he buries deeper inside.

“You feel so fucking right,” he says, moving a hand over to your ass as he squeezes it before giving it a hard slap. “So fucking mine .”

His thrusts make the bed squeak, which fuels your high almost instantly. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying so hard not to come before him.

A hand sweeps over your face, brushing away a strand slick with sweat.

“Go on, come for me,” he urges you, but you turn your face away not wanting to give in just yet.

His hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he thrusts inside once again, filling himself into you to the hilt. Your lips part at the action but you swallow down the moan before you can give him that satisfaction.

His thrusts get rougher and more urgent, as you deny him.

Good, you thought. The way I like it.

“Fine,” he says with a bite to his tone, “don’t come.”

He pulls out of you and stands up straight. His hands immediately let go of you to fist his cock.

You lay there, stunned, as you watched him get off on the sight of you spread wide for him. Your naked body glistened with sweat and felt awfully sore from his rough touch.

The way he looked at you as he pleasured himself sent shivers down your spine. Your breathing became uneven just from staring at him lose himself to bliss.

His head tipped backward and a deep, sexy groan escaped his lips.

Before you could even gather yourself to sit up straight he found his release. Seed spilling all over your chest.

You feel your pussy pulse with ache at the sight of yourself wet with his come. Your body called for him in ways that made your head feel dizzy.

He seemed to pick up on this need of yours because he immediately lifts an eyebrow, “done being a brat already? I would’ve came all over you before if that’s all it took for you to admit you want me to make you come.”

Your eyes immediately shoot up towards his. You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the way your core throbbed at his dirty words.

His lips tilt into a smug smile, his hands go over to caress your breasts in soothing motions, “So easy to please, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t respond to that because as soon as you opened your mouth in retaliation he filled you up with his cock.

His thrusts resumed his eager and strong pace once again. You forgot how much stamina this man had. He pumped in and out like it was his favourite sport. His hands slid over every corner of your body, feeling your curves before he gripped your hips.

Your walls clenched around his veiny cock. He grunted in approval and starting fucking you harder than before.

He was reckless.

He pumped a final time before he spilt his release inside you, just as you came from your own high. His body fell on top of yours, overwhelm from his orgasms.

You found yourself cradling his head to your chest. Playing with the slick strands of his hair.

“Earlier you said you feel no such thing as jealousy ,” you mock. He raised his head to look at you. His jaw clenched and his eyes held a fierce gaze that you couldn’t quite decipher. Perhaps he was still mad about earlier.

“You know that I want to be the first one who gets to see all of the slutty little outfits you like to wear,” he said, annoyedly.

So unnecessarily possessive…

“Call the pieces in my closet slutty again and you will regret it,” you joked.

He shook his head and buried himself into the crook of your neck.

“So as I was saying…” you began again.

“Fine,” he grunted into your neck, “maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe I was. Just a little.”

“A little what?” You prod. Although he was tucked  to your body you could tell he was internally glaring at you.

“A little jealous,” he mumbled quickly, as if the words physically pained him. You laughed at his behaviour.

“But I thought you feel no such thing as jealousy?” You teased.

“Apparently I do. But don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just a little jealousy,” he said hurriedly before leaving your embrace to pad into the bathroom and find a towel to clean you both up.

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More Than A Helping Hand | 🔞

──★ ˙pairing: Shownu x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙warnings/contents: SMUT, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, established relationship, roommates!au, college!au, rich girl!reader, friends to lovers trope, dom!Shownu, sub!reader, simp shownu...lowkey..., masturbation (female) , dirty talk !!!!, some degradation, 'princess' as a nickname, tiny bit of choking, very minimal impact play/reader gets a small slap, let's assume reader is on the pill bc of the creampie, there's a sprinkle of fluff kinda, soft aftercare bc why not, ... please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝ ──★ ˙word count: 6.9k ──★ ˙ a/n: this is literally so self indulgent im so sorry ──★ ˙summary: your university roommate Hyunwoo is everything you wanted and then some.

right now, in this room i'm saying i can't take it any longer

You never wanted a roommate. In fact, what you were actually in search of was a housekeeper or personal assistant; your friends had made you aware of that fact when you described what you thought was the ideal roommate. However, when your parents shipped you off to attend university in the city, they made it very clear that you needed to learn how to live without all the luxuries you were accustomed to at home while you attended school. They had made it through their early adulthood without all the nice, shiny things. Everything they currently had, they attained through hard work after finishing school.

It was your turn to experience that.

Your friends offered you two solutions to your problems after growing tired of your complaints: get a part time job or get a roommate. Having a part time job seemed out of the question to you because you could barely manage your busy social life along with school work. Naturally, having a roommate was the option that was most appealing. Initially, trying to find someone who met your impossibly high standards for a roommate was difficult. The people who responded to the flyers you posted around your university campus were always too much of something for your liking. Whether they be too talkative, too quiet, too boring, too obnoxious, too stingy; they were never just right. 

Until Son Hyunwoo, the pride of the music and dance department, came along.

 

On top of being an ace in all of his classes, he was incredibly attractive, very nice, and just the right amount of talkative for your tastes. But being honest with yourself, you probably would have accepted him as a tenant just because of how hot he was and he left a good first impression on you when he let you copy his notes back in your freshman year. He moved in fairly quickly and the two of you seemed to mesh well due to his helpful nature and you...well, often needed help.

 After a few months of living together, he easily gained the title of your right hand man as you two did everything together. Even if most of the time, your idea of bonding together was running errands with him while you delegated what to do. Perhaps it was because of the attraction he felt toward you, he had no problem doing the silly little tasks you would ask of him which led to the situation the two of you were currently in.

Sitting at the foot of your bed, phone in hand, Hyunwoo was taking pictures of you as you tried on various outfits from a recent shopping spree you went on since you finally had some spending money. 

“This skirt looks a little short.” You comment as you examine yourself in the full length mirror in your bedroom before striding over to Hyunwoo. “What do you think?” You give a little turn and pose as you present yourself to him.

Looking up from his phone screen and shifting his gaze to you before slipping his phone into his pocket, he purses his lips in thought; giving you the impression he was seriously contemplating the details of your outfit. Yes, he did think the short was incredibly short. When you twirled around to let Hyunwoo see your attire from all angles, the simple movement caused your skirt to lift just enough to expose the cheeky thong you were wearing. But, Hyunwoo wasn't going to let you know that. Simply because he wanted to be able to enjoy the sight of you prancing around wearing that miniskirt during some sort of outing you would inevitably make him join you on. 

“It looks fine. It makes your legs look longer.” Hyunwoo tells you with a plain expression to mask how he truly felt. While your attention goes back to observing your own reflection, his eyes are quick to fixate themselves on the perfection that he views you as. With every turn and pose you make in the mirror, Hyunwoo has to make sure not to stare too long in fear of being caught but the sneaky, longing glances are barely enough to satiate the feelings of desire that lay seated deeply within him.

Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you sigh in dissatisfaction before calling over Hyunwoo to help you undo the zipper on your skirt. He hears your request but the words don’t process to him immediately due to his ogling so when he finally realizes what you had just said, he’s thankful he didn’t blow his cover by literally jumping up at the chance to help you undress. Approaching you slowly, cautious hands start to reach toward your body.

“Be careful with the tags, I still don't know if I wanna return this.” You warn when you feel his hand hold on to the hem of your skirt while the other pulls down the tiny zipper. Once the zipper is undone, you casually begin to strip out of your outfit before changing into a plain hoodie and leggings. 

It was just a tiny bit fucked up how after you had gotten comfortable around Hyunwoo, you seemed to constantly neglect the fact that he was a healthy, young man with an ample interest in the female form as you had no qualms about changing around him or walking around the apartment in just your underwear. One time, you had even called him into your room while you had a fever and asked him to administer your suppository since you couldn't see yourself in the mirror well enough. That event may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back and caused Hyunwoo to start having lewd thoughts about you; but he would never admit that because it made him feel like some sort of sexual deviant.  

However, the truth was that had you done these things with any other man, they would take it as you purposely tempting them and teasing them. But that was just something that never seemed to cross your mind whenever you behaved the way you did. 

Initially when you first started to show you were getting comfortable, Hyunwoo actually did think you were coming on to him. Alas, that idealization was quickly shattered when he learned that due to your upbringing, it was simply second nature to you to always have someone ready to assist you with the most basic tasks such as getting dressed. It bewildered him that you managed to live on your own for as long as you did. But Hyunwoo couldn’t judge you because university was the place where one was guaranteed to meet people with vastly different upbringings.

When you're done changing clothes, you go to sit on your bed and motion Hyunwoo to give you his phone before he hands it over to you then begin looking through the pictures he took of you; a pleased hum falling from you.

“Not bad.” You mumble mostly to yourself, praising how well your outfits photographed. “Send these to me.” You tell the male, tossing his phone back to him. He easily catches the cellular device and obliges to your request; your phone vibrating on your nightstand and hitting your ears with an obnoxious clattering sound, indicating you received the pictures. You reach for the device to look over the pictures once more and decide which one to post only to panic upon realizing the time; scrambling to your feet then dashing to grab your handbag. 

You say something about a nail appointment to Hyunwoo on your way out of your bedroom, nearly tripping over all the shoes in the entryway of your apartment while digging in your purse for your car keys. The front door opens then promptly slams shut; seeming to echo louder than usual as your roommate stood in your bedroom alone, trying to process the flurry of activity that had just happened. 

 In your absence, he tidied up the leftover mess from your fashion show earlier and placed the brand new items with tags in the shopping bag they arrived in. Noticing that there were even more clothes sporadically placed around your bedroom floor, he took the liberty of collecting the small piles of worn clothing before dumping them in your hamper.  

Now, it was almost as if the Lord was testing Hyunwoo; seeing if he was being sincerely nice and doing you a favor by cleaning up or if he was just seriously down bad waiting for you to give him some sort of reward for being a decent human. The calm composure he usually maintained on the outside in order to keep his less pure feelings under tight wraps had nearly faltered when he caught sight of a pair of lacy panties peeking out from under your bed. Initially, when he reached to toss it with the rest of your clothing, he didn’t think too much of it. However, once he picked it up he not only got a whiff of your feminine scent lingering on the fabric, he noticed the way that the crotch of it was slightly dry and caked with what he could safely assume was your arousal. The little devil on his shoulder urges him to pocket it for himself and use it as erotic fodder for his imagination since you probably wouldn’t even notice it was missing; and on top of that, parting with a single pair of panties was the least you could do for him. But alas, his rational thinking overpowered those thoughts in the end and he quickly tossed it into your hamper.

Hyunwoo eventually retired to his own room and you returned from your nail appointment; picking up dinner on your way back as a small gesture of gratitude. When you announce your arrival after unlocking the door and swap your shoes for a pair of house slippers, Hyunwoo comes to greet you, fondly reminding you of the puppy you had to leave with your parents. Taking the bag of take out food from your hands, he brings it over to the dining table and you follow him excitedly; practically skipping over to the fridge to fetch some beverages before sitting down at the table. 

“Look at my new nails!” You exclaim gleefully, going through a series of poses to showcase the jewel adorned acrylics that now decorated your fingers. “Gyaru style has been trendy recently and I can’t remember the last time I had a manicure this Instagram worthy.” You continue to babble as Hyunwoo takes the seat across from you, untying the knot of the plastic take out bag then spreading out the containers on the table and opening them to reveal fried chicken from a place the two of you frequented often.  

“Aren’t your nails a little long? How are you gonna get anything done?” He questions in a teasing tone, reaching over for the cans of beer you brought out and opening a can for each of you. 

“I can do things just fine.” You tell him, a small pout forming on your face as you sift through the take out bag to retrieve a pair of plastic gloves and putting them on with ease before finally grabbing a piece of chicken and proceeding to eat as if you were trying to convince him of your capabilities. 

The rest of dinner is filled with casual conversation and lots of laughter over several cans of beer. When the two of you finish eating, you follow Hyunwoo’s lead as he starts cleaning up; which had become a common practice for you after he made a joke about not being able to help you forever. It was just a lighthearted comment and the two of you knew that at some point in the future the two of you would stop being roommates, but you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the idea of not having Hyunwoo around. Besides the fact that he did things like take off your makeup when you were too drunk to remember, take all your outfit of the day pictures for you and finish your food for you when you went to cafes solely for the aesthetic, you genuinely enjoyed his company. 

Hyunwoo was the one who babysat you when you would get blackout drunk at all the frat parties you went to together. He was the one who went with you to all these random outings with you just so you could maintain your silly little instagram persona. He didn’t just help you out with your stupid errands and chores, he also taught you how to get accustomed to living on your own. During the time the two of you lived together, you felt like you grew up a lot thanks to his nurturing behavior towards you and that was something that would be impossible for you to pay him back for. 

When the two of you finish cleaning up after dinner and part ways, going to your respective bedrooms, you find yourself tossing and turning unable to get any sleep. 

You tried counting sheep, imagining little fantasies of you on vacation, and even got up to make yourself a nice cup of special imported chamomile tea that your mother had swore by; but none of those things worked. So, you found yourself laying back in bed watching long YouTube documentaries that you thought would bore you so much you would just fall asleep. 

But even that didn’t work and it was time for one of your last resorts. 

Leaning over the side of your bed and  yanking open the drawer of your bedside table, you rummaged through its contents before pulling out a bullet vibrator. It was a rose gold device with a textured pink silicone tip, the entire thing was small enough to be concealed in your fist so when you pressed the power button on the bottom and heard the toy roar to life you flinched slightly. Quickly turning it off after checking that it still worked, you spend a few minutes trying to get comfortable in bed.

Once you’re relaxed, you slip your pajama shorts off and let them get lost in your bedding, tentatively holding the toy in one hand then turning it on once again before bringing it to your panty clad center. The strength of the vibrations are felt before you even make direct contact with your clit so once it does, your inner thighs tremble ever so slightly at the intensity. Eyes falling closed and your lips parted in a silent moan, you use the toy to massage gentle circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long for your climax to build because of how powerful the toy is. 

Your body covered in a light layer of sweat; silk sheets clinging to your skin as you roll your hips against your own hand holding the toy, desperately trying to get more friction and finish quickly but it seems like the universe is against you as you notice the vibrations start becoming weaker and weaker the closer your orgasm gets.

 Then, right before you were able to finish the toy dies completely and you let out a loud groan of frustration. 

Now, on top of not being able to sleep, you were now sweaty and angry about your ruined orgasm. You weren’t really thinking rationally at this point, your mind was only focused on two things: getting your big O and then going to sleep. So, when you text your roommate asking if he was still awake, you’re pleased when he replies quickly and you immediately ask him to come to your room. 

“Is..something wrong?” Hyunwoo asks once he arrives, awkwardly standing off to the side of your bed frame.  For the few moments he’s in your presence, you count him yawn at least three times and realize that he was either sleeping or very close to falling asleep prior to you texting him. Feeling bad that you cut into his time to rest all because you couldn’t satiate your own desires, you pat the empty spot in your bed, silently instructing him to fill the space beside you; and of course, he obliges. The only source of light in your room comes from a small lamp on your nightstand and casts a soft golden glow as the two of you sit in silence for a bit while you try to string together the words of your proposal.

“I have a favor to ask you.” You start off demurely, giving Hyunwoo an expression of neediness he’s never seen until now. Blinking away the remainder of sleep in his eyes, he further examines your expression to try and figure out what you wanted from him at this hour. With the way the light and shadows danced across your face, Hyunwoo could have sworn he detected your eyes looking at him with lust but he could only chalk it up to him being tired and imagining what he wanted to see. 

“I was gonna go back to bed, I don’t know if I wanna go to the convenience store for you at this hour.” He laughs to ease his nerves but the expression you wear on your face turns serious and he begins to feel on edge again. 

“No, I don’t need you to get me anything.” You tell him, your brows furrowing as a frown grows on your face. 

You’re beating around the bush and both of you know it.

 It creates a mutual feeling of unease between the two of you but for different reasons; Hyunwoo being nervous about what you could possibly ask of him at this hour and you being embarrassed about the next words that were going to leave your mouth. 

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask in a meek voice as you avoid making eye contact with him, idly twiddling your thumbs; trying to mentally prepare yourself for him to reject you.

“Isn’t it a little childish to need me to comfort you after a nightmare?” Hyunwoo chuckles in response which makes you even more frustrated than you were before. “I mean-”

“No, not like that.” You cut him off hastily. “My vibrator died on me.” 

The silence that falls over the two of you is so loud and creates a tension so thick, you could have sworn it would suffocate you if you opened your mouth to say anything else. In that moment, you had started to regret asking him for such a favor; knowing that you asked him for too much and crossed the line this time. All you had wanted now was for him to reject your request and go back to his room like nothing happened.

“See? I told you those nails were gonna make it more difficult for you to do things.” Hyunwoo teases, alleviating the awkward atmosphere and making your cheeks feel warm at the implication of his words. “How do you want me to help?”

The sound of his question makes your breath get caught in your throat, causing you to get choked up and cough a little to clear it. 

“You’re messing with me, right?” You respond in disbelief at how casual he is, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who called me into your room this late. Do you want my help or not?” Hyunwoo quips back; rendering you silent for the time being. You know he’s just heckling you for the fun of it but there’s a slight sharpness in his tone that you’re not used to hearing from him. The remnants of your ruined orgasm already has you so hot, it’s hard to tell if him talking to you like that is what further excites you.

Your mind no longer has the capacity to think of words to say to Hyunwoo and you let the primal feeling of lust fully overcome you as you slowly close the space between the two of you. Your lips make contact with his for the first time and the sensation of his plush lips on yours has you craving more contact. Though you were the one who initially called him to quell your frustrations, Hyunwoo kisses you back with such intensity, it leaves you breathless. He makes it difficult for you to want to pull away but at some point, you need to replenish your oxygen. When you break the kiss, your lips are slightly swollen and you’re panting very softly. Along with the mortification that came with you basically asking your roommate to fuck you, you were now embarrassed by the fact he literally took your breath away and had you wanting more. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hyunwoo asks gently, genuinely concerned about if he had come on too strong or made you uncomfortable. Though he was elated to finally experience kissing you, he was getting nervous all over again. There were so many things to worry about like you not liking the experience or if the two of you went any further-

“No, it’s fine.” You quietly reassure Hyunwoo which effectively snaps him out of his anxiety ridden engrossment. 

After that, everything progresses so fast you can’t even recall who kissed who, who started tugging at the clothes or anything. But it wasn’t like that mattered as you and Hyunwoo were finally getting what you both wanted. Sprawled out beneath him with your camisole hiked up to expose your chest, Hyunwoo’s pajama pants and underwear were thrown together in one piece somewhere, and your soaked panties decorating the floor waiting to be collected as a souvenir later for Hyunwoo. Whoever said nice guys finish last probably had some other fatal flaw holding them back because here Hyunwoo was; one of the nicest guys at your university, getting something he wanted just for being a genuinely kind person. 

As eager as he was, he was still a romantic at heart and had tried to convince you to partake in some foreplay before getting to the main event; but as soon as he peeled the lacy fabric off your body to reveal the way your arousal clung to your skin, creating a translucent trail between your center and the panties— he understood why you were so impatient and insistent on having him fill you immediately. Kneeling between your spread legs, one hand guides his cock to your sopping hole while the other idly settles on your inner thigh. Just the feeling of the tip of Hyunwoo’s cock grazing your folds as he spreads your arousal is enough to make you start squirming beneath him and trying to get him inside you. 

“What’s taking so long?” You whine out. “If you’re gonna tease-”

Your bratty tangent is cut short by Hyunwoo finally slipping the tip of his cock into your cunt after taking a moment to mentally prepare himself for the sweet heat that was between your legs. 

“Don’t worry, I'll take care of you.” He reassures you.

Maybe he’s being dramatic because he had been too busy for hookups. Maybe he was just a major simp for you. But the wet, warmth you encase his cock in as he ventures deeper into you is something beyond his wildest dreams. Hyunwoo thanks the heavens that you needed some time to adjust to his size stretching your taut walls because at this point he was worried that if he moved, he would bust too quickly. And it wouldn’t just be quick, it would be an obscene amount. 

The slight sting of your cunt stretching to accommodate him seems to further excite you as soft moans fall past your parted lips as he bottoms out and you’ve finally taken him to the hilt. Just the feeling of having Hyunwoo fill you like this is enough to quell your impatience from earlier as you bask in the feeling of being so full. Your eyes flutter closed as you brace yourself for whatever sexual frustrations you knew Hyunwoo was going to unleash upon you. Even if you were totally unaware of the less than pure thoughts he had about you, you knew he wasn’t meeting up with any sneaky links in his free time; how could he if he willingly spent almost all of his time outside of school and work with you?

“Fuck—” You hear Hyunwoo mutter. 

Curiously, you open your eyes to see how he’s fairing but instead of being greeted by him looking at your face or your chest,  you find that his eyes are fixed where your two bodies meet and he’s admiring the way your cunt greedily swallowed his cock. And of course, your gaze follows his and the sight sends a rush of heat straight to your core.

The sight only becomes more enticing when he slowly pulls his hips back until only the tip remains inside of you and both of you see his length slicked in a thick, shiny coat of your arousal. Though the juicy image is something you don’t mind having imprinted in your memory, gawking at the sight wasn’t doing enough for you. 

It almost scares you when you realize how in sync you and Hyunwoo are; right when you’re about to forgo your pride and beg him to fuck you like the needy slut he somehow managed to awaken in you, he speaks up first. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hold back anymore. I want you so bad.” He hastily confesses before his hands migrate to your waist, getting a firm grasp on you as he lifts your hips from the mattress and pulls your ass onto his lap starting to thrust into you. Almost immediately, your hands go to reach for his strong arms and hold on tight, hoping that you would be provided with some sort of stability.

You gasp in surprise about how rough his movements are, feeling just how sincere his words were. Hearing the verbal confirmation that Hyunwoo was just as needy as you allows you to finally get out of your head and just focus on what was happening in the moment. And as your sense of touch zeroes in on the way his cock was rubbing against your walls just right, the rest of your senses and thoughts also become infatuated with anything to do with Hyunwoo. 

The euphonious sound of his groans and grunts that make you clench around him, effectively causing him to make more noise. The fresh scent of his bath products mingling and mixing with the smell of sex that hung in the air. The familiar taste of the vanilla chapstick you loaned him as he closes the distance between you and his lips finds yours once again. 

Though he was consumed by the feeling of being one with you at this moment and adored all the positive feedback he was getting from you, Hyunwoo was still aware of how late it was in the night and knew if you got too loud, you could expect an angry note on your front door. 

“Kiss me properly.” Hyunwoo growls lowly against your lips; obviously irritated with the way your jaw fell slack as more obscene moans poured from your throat. “You’re too loud.”

“S-sorry.” You stammer after you feel him give a particularly deep thrust into you. 

Another moan threatens to leave you but desperate to please Hyunwoo, your lips find his again as an attempt to silence yourself. Engaging in a slow, sensual make out that contrasts starkly in comparison to the way he was roughly rutting his hips against yours, you manage to stay quiet for a little longer but you eventually end up pulling away from him when your lungs start to burn in need of air. 

“Please don’t stop.” You whisper breathily into Hyunwoo’s ear, holding on to him for dear life as you feel every thrust he gives you bringing you closer to that sweet, sweet finish you were deprived of. 

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” His question is rhetorical and normally you would complain about him being so mean to you. But in this context, it’s so much more exhilarating. “I just wanna please you.”

The salacious sound of skin slapping against skin seems to put you in a trance— eyes rolled back and lips parted as you find yourself getting lost in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly. Light bruises vaguely resembling the shape of Hyunwoo’s fingerprints bloom across your hips but they go unnoticed by the both of you even when he starts moving you around to adjust your position. Remaining on your back, your legs were no longer uselessly dangling on either side of Hyunwoo and had been hoisted over his shoulders, allowing his cock to stimulate you from a different angle. That same tight hold he had on your hips resumes on your thighs as rough fingertips latch on the meaty flesh. And any bruises that were to result from this vice grip were going to be eagerly accepted. 

The new angle combined with Hyunwoo picking up the momentum of his movements has you seeing stars beneath your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut to fight back the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by waves of euphoria just on the horizon and threatening to sweep you away. A few tears manage to escape anyway as Hyunwoo’s cock consistently stimulates a particularly soft and sensitive part within your pussy, making it hard for you to think.

You want to let Hyunwoo know just how good he’s making you feel and how much you love having him stimulate all your senses; but there isn’t a single coherent thought in that pretty little head of yours so forming words and sentences is out of the question. All you’re able to do is let out these pathetic moans and gasps as you’re being split open by probably the best cock you’ve ever had. 

“You look so pretty like this, princess—” Hyunwoo muses as he looks down at your dazed expression, the sound of his voice breaking you from the spell he had temporarily put you under. “So pretty and so cock drunk.” Once his words register to you, you’re only able to giggle like a ditzy lovestruck high schooler in response because of how true his statement was.

“It’s so hot when you’re mean to me. Keep talking to me like that—” You urge him, a broken moan leaving you as he gives you a particularly rough thrust that makes your entire body shake. 

“Yeah? You wanna hear me tell you that you’re just a horny brat who can’t do anything on her own and needs me to help her cum?” He rasps, your cunt clenching around him again confirming his words. “Fuck you for teasing me and making me wait so long.”

Pulling his hips back, Hyunwoo slides out until only the tip of his cock remains inside of you and before you could even whine in protest, he slams back inside of you causing a choked out gasp to fall past your lips. 

“So cute and needy for my cock. Tell me, is it really that good?” Hyunwoo laughs breathlessly. 

“It’s soo fucking good.” You obediently reply back. You’re ready to beg him to just fill you with his load already but the words get lost in your head while more moans pour from your tired throat as his thick cock stretched you with every snap of his hips against yours. 

Hyunwoo places a hand on your sternum that trails up to your neck, fingers giving a light squeeze to your throat before he cups your face. He stares down at you with such a domineering expression, you feel so weak beneath him as your lips part in a soft moan. Seizing the opportunity, Hyunwoo swipes his thumb over your bottom lip and forces you to suck on his thumb as a means of quieting down.  It works for a bit as your tongue eagerly swirls around the lone digit. With your moans silenced for the time being, Hyunwoo relishes in the wet squelching sounds being created by him pummelling your soaked cunt. But when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, a small whine rumbles in the back of your throat. Removing his thumb from your mouth, he gives your face a light slap for being so noisy.

At this point, you felt like that wave of euphoria had not only come crashing over you, it had also carried you out to the sea with no lifejacket. You were drowning in bliss and it was turning your mind into goo. 

Just when you thought Hyunwoo couldn’t outdo himself, his hands took a hold of your legs and pushed them against your chest as he leaned in; practically folding you in half and fucking you deeper at this animalistic pace that has you clawing at his arms. You probably left some serious scratches on him with your nails but that didn’t matter at the moment. The only thing that mattered was the feel of Hyunwoo’s cock dragging against your walls and fucking into you like he was training your cunt to mold against him and only him from now on.

And quite honestly, the idea of him being the only person you slept with didn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounded like the most ideal scenario. It was just so good it could make you-

“F-fuck, cumming—” You barely manage to get out before your walls start to flutter around his swollen cock before soaking him in even more of your  juices in hopes of spurring his climax. 

Your hands reach for his shoulders as a feeble attempt to get him to ease up on your sensitive walls, but you’re too wrapped up in these overwhelming sensations hitting you all at once and your words get lost once again. Thrusting into you like a dog in heat, Hyunwoo has you digging your nails into his once flawless skin while you’re unable to do anything but patiently wait for him to finish. Considering how long it’s been since either of you had gotten some action, you had no idea when he would decide he was done. With his cock working your overstimulated pussy, it triggers another wave of ecstasy to wash over you as another rush of your juices gush over him as the squelching sounds of him filling your cunt get even louder. 

More than pleased with his handiwork , Hyunwoo has you in a mating press, fucking into you even deeper as he finally lets his own climax rapidly build and overcome him after suppressing his own desires just so he could focus on pleasing you.

“Where should I cum?” He asks you urgently, feeling his release creeping up on him. 

“Please, just cum. Anywhere.” You beg, tears brimming your eyes as your sensitivity was starting to get the best of you and you were finding it hard to remain still underneath him. Even with his body firmly pressed up against yours, you were a blubbering, writhing mess. 

The squelching of your slick cunt paired with your needy plea was more than enough to make the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter until his hips stutter; thick ropes of cum spilling into your womb as he poured every bit of his sexual frustration into you. The feeling of him finally releasing within you was enough to trigger one more orgasm within you and your walls clenched around him, milking his seed out of him as his thrusts slowed down but increased in depth until they eventually stopped. 

Carefully slipping out of you, trying not to further overwork your lady parts, Hyunwoo makes a dash for your en suite bathroom. With laundry being a chore the two of you switched off on frequently, he was familiar with where you kept your things and quickly located a fresh washcloth before running it under some warm water. Returning to your room, Hyunwoo finds you lying in bed on your side in your usual sleeping position that consists of your arms under your pillow cradling your head while your legs are outstretched. Luckily for him, it’s easy to wipe away the lewd mix of bodily fluids that was leaking from your center before it could stain the sheets. As much as he wanted to stuff his cum back into you, he figured it would be better not to push his luck with you since he had already been blessed with you fulfilling a desire he had since he moved in with you. 

After cleaning you up, Hyunwoo covers your naked lower body with your comforter that was previously kicked to the side before attempting to locate his pants and underwear. He does a quick survey of your bedroom floor and only sees your lone panties in plain view. Still not forgetting that he intended on pocketing those. He checks under your bed only to come up with nothing. The last place that would make sense to check would be the mix of blankets that you were currently tangled in but you looked so peaceful sleeping; he would feel so bad if he woke you up after wearing you out like that. Realizing there was no real reason for Hyunwoo to be so urgent about finding his pajama pants since being totally naked around each other was no longer uncharted territory, he could find his clothes later. Now that he had finished his job of making you cum and helping you go to sleep, he collected his prize and proceeded to see himself out so he could rest in his own bed. 

Throwing on a new fresh pair of boxers as soon as he was in the comfort of his own room, Hyunwoo slipped underneath his covers and fell asleep with a smile on his face, pleased with the events of tonight. Knowing you, he assumed that you would just treat tonight as another one of the many favors you often asked of him. Though, if things did get awkward it would probably be a first for the both of you because he couldn’t think of any other instances where there was obvious mutual tension. Letting his thoughts settle down, Hyunwoo finally gets some shut eye.

Maybe about an hour or two after falling asleep, he ends up waking up for the second time tonight. But this time due to the fact he felt so parched. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes so he could get up and go to the kitchen, Hyunwoo slowly sits up in the dark. 

Something feels off but he can’t quite place his finger on it.

He wanted to think that he was just feeling the lingering excitement from earlier, but there was something seriously different about his room. Shrugging it off, he reaches for the water bottle on his nightstand and quickly unscrews the cap; drinking from it ravenously until the bottle is empty. Carelessly tossing the bottle onto his nightstand, he lays back down to go back to sleep. 

Until he realizes that the water bottle he just drank from was still cold like it hadn’t been out of the refrigerator that long. If Hyunwoo left the water bottle near an open window while he slept, the cool temperature of the water wouldn’t have been questioned; but that wasn’t the case. And the most concerning part of this whole thing was that he didn’t even stop by the kitchen on his way to his room earlier.  

Looking around in panic, everything looks fine. 

Nothing seems out of place. 

Maybe he’s just overreacting from the lack of sleep.

Settling back underneath his blankets, Hyunwoo rolls over to the cool, empty side of his bed. Or at least, he tried to. And that’s when he realized there was a second body in the bed with him that caused him to panic internally as he sat up in bed again.

“Ouch.” The familiar sound of your voice surprises Hyunwoo just as much as it quells his nerves. Pulling back the covers to reveal you laying in his bed with his boxers that he was looking for covering your once naked lower half, he looks at you in astonishment as you groggily turn your body to face him.

“What are you doing here?” He laughs softly, trying to mask the fact he just about damn near pissed himself because he thought that you were some type of strange intruder.

“You left me alone,” You pout as you pull the blankets back over yourself. “And you left me alone in a bed with soaked sheets.”

“I thought you were sleeping.” Hyunwoo reasons, laying back down beside you and feeling you curl up against his side, making yourself comfortable as you lay your head on his chest. 

“I was, but leaving me by myself in those conditions is so mean.” You tell him as your hand comes up to pinch his nipple in annoyance. “I’m a nice girl who likes nice aftercare, I expected cuddling from you since you’re usually such a gentleman.”

So of course, Hyunwoo would spend the rest of the night cuddling you; as well as many other nights from now on. 

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Bad Decisions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⌦ Mr Im:

ㅤY/N,

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

ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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☆ Our little secret | Son Hyun-woo ☆

Warnings: (smut w a little plot, dabble, cheating)

Part 2 https://www.tumblr.com/jonghoslvt/735821651294519296/our-little-secret-son-hyun-woo

Tell me if y’all want a full smut and I will deliver for my pookies !! I don’t condone any acts in this fic it’s only for entertainment purposes only! 😚

“Jooheon isn’t fucking you like this at home hm?” Hyunwoo’s thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming into you with brutal intensity, but all you could respond with was a cry of pleasure, arching my back and pushing my ass up to meet his rough intrusion.

His harsh treatment only made me want more of him, as he pulled my hair and held my head in place for the sloppy wet, but also rushed kisses I was receiving priory Shownus warm breath brushed against my ear “What if Jooheon walks in and sees me fucking his slutty girlfriends cunt.” He says as his voice was thick, rich and deep.

Every syllable was heavy with lust and passion that drew you in closer to your climax, his thrusts became more powerful as he would hit my g spot again and again non stop until he could be sure that I knew I was his.

The sensation was overwhelming and my body trembled. You didn’t know how long you could last when he’s fucking you this good. “Come on baby I know you can be louder than this for me.” You could hear him groaning your name like a prayer.

The pleasure becomes more intense that it’s almost unbearable, but you don’t want him to stop, moaning louder and louder “Please don’t stop Hyunwoo please!” you say in between sobs.

The sudden knock on the door echoes through the room. Shownu turns his attention towards the door and quickly puts his hand over my mouth, still rolling his hips into me deeply. I let out a few muffled moans, lost in the thrill of the moment.

“Hyunwoo have you seen Y/n?” Jooheon said, speaking through the locked door to Hyunwoo on the other side.

We are for sure fucked this time.

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[imaginidol]

POV: he keeps purple on him in one way or another because it’s your favorite color…

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[honeyimissjoo]

POV you're on a videocall w/ Shownu

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[taexual]

monsta x / fake dating

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

requested by @sweeticeream​​.

↣ shownu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

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

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

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

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

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

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

so, that was that, then

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

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

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

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and there it was

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

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

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

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

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

“oh, that.”

silence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

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

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

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

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

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

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

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

it was barely there, though!

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

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

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’d always use the boyfriend card

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

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

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

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

↣ kihyun

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

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

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

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

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

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

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what the hell happened????”

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

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

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

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, okay, then

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

↣ jooheon

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

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

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

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

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

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

dumb or not, it worked

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

it was a dream come true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so it was all fun and games

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

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

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

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

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

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

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

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

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

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

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

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

“for our date,” he explained.

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

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

↣ i.m

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

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

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

or so he said

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was crushing

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

and now you were lying to them

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

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

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

???????

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

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

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

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[dr-m-r-ma]

Follow Me

Genre: angst, drama Rating: PG 13  

Summary & Disclaimer here

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Part XVIII

It had been at least half an hour since the doctor said that Eunjoo would wake up.

It was clear that the doctor seemed to know Eunjoo at first glance, and frankly, Shownu should have realized it when the two officers drove a little further for a smaller hospital rather than the university hospital that was closer. The doctor, a middle aged woman, threw her hands up in the air and grumbled, “이래서 이 일 빨리 접으라고 했는데…” (Translation: “This is why I said to quit this job…”) However, when she realized Shownu was in earshot, watching Eunjoo being transferred onto the bed, her expression quickly cooled down. She had him ushered out while she whispered to the male officer.

“저 사람 혹시 연예인 아니야? 지금 연예인 보호하다가 이렇게 다친거야?” (Translation: “Isn’t he a celebrity? Did she just get hurt while protecting that celebrity?”)

“어.. 윤쌤 그게 아니라, 잠깐…” (Translation: “Oh… Dr. Yoon, that’s not it, hold on…”)

And before the male idol could hear the rest of their conversation, the curtains were closed on him, with the whispers even softer than before.

Once they were done speaking, the male officer left after explaining to Shownu that Eunjoo just needed a “retouching” on her stitches. ‘리터칭… 단어 선택이 참…’ (Translation: ‘Retouching… what a choice of words…’) After what felt like a couple of hours (but in reality only twenty minutes), the doctor emerged from the curtains and explained that Eunjoo would wake up soon.

“깨어나면 은주가 하고싶은데로 해요.” (Translation: “When she wakes up, just do whatever Eunjoo wants to do.”) She left after saying that, leaving Shownu confused.

But when Eunjoo stirred awake, he understood.

Her eyes slowly opened. At first, it looked like her eyes were barely adjusting to the bright hospital lights. With the dark circles under her eyes, her eyes shifted around rapidly, making her look very, very disoriented. He assumed that she would continue to be disoriented for a while, but he froze in shock when she bolted up from the bed.

“뭐… 어디… 지금…?” (Translation: “What… where… right now…?”) Shownu could only stutter, with his arms outreached towards her.

Her eyes glazed over him, as if they didn’t register his presence. As if he wasn’t blocking her way, Eunjoo’s legs still swung over the bed. Before Shownu could stop her, her hands reached for the needle in her arm and ripped the IV off her.

“그거 그렇게–” (Translation: “You can’t just–”) His voice raised, louder than he expected. But he wanted to come off firm, so he took steps forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Only then did she seem to respond to his presence.

“비켜.” (Translation: “Move.3”)

Her voice was rough, like thick gravel – as if she had been yelling for hours. Not to mention her demeanor came off aggressive and something else. He was used to her cold expression and cold shoulder, but not eyes that were filled with so much… panic. Her words were like a reflection of whatever she was feeling, deflecting.

His hand dropped from her shoulder, and instantly, she took it as a sign that he was following her words. She pushed him aside roughly and staggered away.

Without turning around, Shownu asked, “어디 가시는 거예요?” (Translation: “Where are you going?”)

“...” The shuffling of her boots stopped.

“그래도 하루라도 더 있는게–” (Translation: “You should stay at least one more day–”)

“병원 싫어요.” (Translation: “I don’t like hospitals.4”) Her quiet mutter almost went unheard. But he did manage to hear her words, making him walk towards her. He thought he could switch her mind about leaving the hospital so soon. After all, it was just a precaution – what if she passed out when they got back to his dorm?

But one look at her expression made Shownu halt. Whatever words he had planned to say to convince her dropped instantly. Her eyes were closed, but everything else told him how much she didn’t want to be there. Hands were clenched in tight fists, body trembling and sweat rolling down the sides of her face. Staring down at her, he didn’t know what to make of the sight of the once so strong and prideful detective. She didn’t even seem to realize that she was showing the male idol such a weak state.

‘어떡하지…’ (Translation: ‘What should I do…’)

“가도 돼요.” (Translation: “She can leave.”)

Whipping his head around, he saw the female doctor who treated Eunjoo standing behind them a few steps away. She continued, “하고 싶은 대로 하시라고 했죠?” (Translation: “Didn’t I say to let her do whatever she wants?”)

Her words hung in the air for a moment. It made the cogs in Shownu’s memory turn, and he realized that yes, indeed, the doctor mentioned that once Eunjoo wakes up, he should follow what Eunjoo wanted. Only then did he realize the doctor knew how Eunjoo would react waking up at the hospital.

“뭐.. 알아서 할거라고 믿고 요번건은 그냥 조심하지 않아서 그런거라고 두지. 우주한테 연락했으니 좀 기다려 봐.” (Translation: “Well… I believe she can take care of herself and that this was just a one time event of being careless. I’ve contacted Wooju so wait a bit.”) Then the doctor walked off coolly.

As if he was cued, the male officer from before walked through the hospital doors and approached Eunjoo. He looked concerned for her, almost looking sick himself, but composed himself when he looked up at Shownu. “데려다 드릴게요. 언른 타세요.” (Translation: “I will take you back. Hurry on.”)

The drive back to Shownu’s dorm was mostly quiet. The male officer, who Shownu found out was named Wooju, let the two know that he talked with Shownu’s manager to temporarily rent an empty studio apartment. Since Shownu’s place had now become a crime scene, especially with the broken balcony door, the place was closed off and only allowed for officers and inspectors.

Eunjoo stayed silent throughout this short conversation, making Shownu guess that she would be dropped off at her place after they dropped Shownu off.

Yet when he hopped out of the car, he looked at both officers in confusion.

“왜… 둘다 내리세요?” (Translation: “Why… are you both getting off?”)

Wooju had Eunjoo’s arm hung around his neck as she hobbled out of the car. The young male officer looked up at Shownu and with a similar expression, he replied matter-of-factly, “저희도 여기 있을 거든요.” (Translation: “Because we’re also staying here.”) He took two steps towards the entrance before Wooju turned around. “아 맞다 – 제 가방 좀 부탁할게요.” (Translation: “Oh right – can you help me with my bag?”)

Glancing at the back seat, Shownu noticed a large backpack – ‘잠깐.. 지금 뭐가 움직인 것 같은데..’ (Translation: ‘Wait.. something just moved..’) His hands twitched as it moved to open the main component(?) of the backpack and nearly jumped back.

*Meow!*

A small gray cat poked its head out while meowing for its life. He stared down at it for a moment, not sure if the male officer had really stuffed a live animal in his backpack and for how long. But he couldn’t be still for long – the kitten had started to crawl out of the small opening.

“악! 안돼!” (Translation: “Ack! No!”) His hands scrambled to block the kitten and softly placed it back in the backpack before zipping it shut. As careful as he possibly could be, Shownu carried the backpack in his arms instead of slinging it on his back and speed walked indoors.

Once he keyed in, he quickly set the backpack down and opened it up again. Instantly, the gray kitten leaped out and started grooming itself. He smiled down at it before looking at his surroundings. It was a new place, but the structure was overall similar to his dorm’s. It was located somewhat in between his old dorm and the members’ new dorm, so it was convenient for the managers. Both of his managers let Shownu know that they already stocked up with all the essentials for both Eunjoo and Shownu, and would drop by the next day if they needed anything else.

“--선배한테 말 하지마.” (Translation: “--don’t tell Taeyong[-sunbae].”)

Shownu squinted his eyes, trying to concentrate on the voices coming from the smaller of the two bedrooms.

“알지… 말 해서 좋을거 없는건 나도 알아 – 용선배가 여기까지 오는거? 충분히 가능해.” (Translation: “Of course… I know nothing good will come out of telling him – like coming all the way here? Very possible.”)

The male idol pondered over the name “용선배” (Translation: “Taeyong[-sunbae]”) as he could faintly hear Eunjoo sigh. They didn’t seem too fond of this senior who seemed… overbearing? He couldn’t put a finger on it yet.

She replied in a soft voice, shy of a whisper, “넌 이제 가도 돼. 약먹었으니까 한숨 자면 다 나아질거야.” (Translation: “You can go now. I took my medication and I’ll be better after I sleep.”)

This time, Shownu could hear Wooju sigh. Not too long after, he saw the male officer tip-toe out of the room and slowly close the door.

“물이라도 드릴가요?“ (Translation: “Would you like some water?”) Shownu asked.

Their eyes met and Wooju nodded quietly, walking towards the dining table.

With swift hands, Shownu quietly poured some water in a single stream, trying his best to not make too much sound. When he turned around to hand the mug to the male officer, he noticed the distress through the hands covering his face. As he placed the mug down in front of him, Shownu asked, “경– 한경위님은 안 좋으세요?” (Translation: “Lieu– is Lieutenant Han not doing well?”)

Wooju sighed into his hands. His voice was muffled but he replied without changing his position. “아니요, 누나는 괜찮아요. 열이 조금 있는것 같은데 한숨 자면 괜찮을 것 같데요. 그냥… 다른게 골치 아프게 됐어요.” (Translation: “No, she’s fine. She has a slight fever but she said she’ll be fine after sleeping. It’s just… there’s something else that’s a bit troublesome.”)

“제 사건에 대해서요?” (Translation: “About my case?”) Shownu wondered if he should even pry into the issue that the male officer had clearly not explained the first time. He was also not very good at asking things in a roundabout way, but his curiosity outweighed his logic this time.

The hands slowly dropped to the table and Wooju’s fingers fiddled with the handle of the mug in front of him. He squirmed a little, as if he was debating on whether or not he should say. He muttered, “누나가 안 좋아할텐데… 음…” (Translation: “Mm… She won’t like it…”)

“아.. 기밀 정보라면 안 물을게요.” (Translation: “Oh… if it’s confidential information, I won’t ask about it.”) Shownu gave a small smile, giving up on the subject right away, before he switched topics. “근데 경위님하고 되게 친하시네요… 거의 친 남매처럼 보여요.” (Translation: “You seem really close with Lieutenant Han… almost like siblings.”)

Wooju’s eyes widened with surprise, making Shownu think he overstepped his boundaries and said something terribly wrong. But his lips stretched into a wide, toothy smile. He looked a little shy but not necessarily embarrassed or uncomfortable.

“누나는… 저한테 ‘엄마’같은 존재이에요.” (Translation: “She’s… like a mother figure to me.”)

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TBC

a/n: 3 informal language; 4 switched back to formal/polite language 

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