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blu-joons · 1 year

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When Your Niece/Nephew Calls Him Uncle ~ Monsta X Reaction

Shownu:

A small hand tapping against his leg made Hyunwoo turn around, glancing down to see your nephew staring back up at him. “Are you alright buddy?” Hyunwoo asked, kneeling down to be at your nephew’s height.

Your nephew hummed as he extended his arm out to him, “Uncle Hyunwoo, can you open my sweet packet for me please?”

“Of course,” Hyunwoo told him, taking the sweet packet and tearing it open before handing it back to your nephew and watching him run away. As Hyunwoo stood back he was surprised to see you smiling back at him.

“Uncle Hyunwoo,” you sniggered, “that’s a new title for you.”

It took a moment for Hyunwoo to realise as he let go of a sigh, “it didn’t even register with me that he called me Uncle Hyunwoo, it just felt natural to say.”

“That’s a good thing,” you assured him, resting your hand against Hyunwoo’s arm. “I wonder if he’s going to keep calling you that now?”

“Maybe the sweets were a test,” Hyunwoo jokingly suggested, “to see how I’d respond.”

“Knowing Y/N/N, it wouldn’t surprise me.”

Minhyuk:

A loud laugh came from Minhyuk as your niece screamed to go higher whilst he pushed her on the swing. “Uncle Minhyuk, let me go higher!” She yelled out, only to realise Minhyuk was no longer behind her.

You were stood just to the side, looking anxiously between the two of them. “What did you just call me?” Minhyuk asked her.

“Uncle Minhyuk,” she whispered, feeling the swing slow down without Minhyuk helping it to move. “Did I do something wrong?” She then asked, worried by the look of surprise that was etched on Minhyuk’s face.

“No,” he quickly assured her, “you just shocked me, that’s all.”

Your niece’s smile turned up once again after Minhyuk smiled across at her. “You’re my favourite uncle because you make me laugh so much.”

“I’m already your favourite uncle?” Minhyuk asked her in surprise, “that was the easiest job that I’ve ever had in my life Y/N/N.”

“Is he better than me?” You couldn’t help but ask, “or is Auntie Y/N your favourite?”

“No way, Uncle Minhyuk is way better.”

Kihyun:

You just managed to catch your nephew as he ran over to you to show you one of the drawings that he had done. “Is it a family portrait?” You questioned, struggling to make out what everything was on the paper.

Your nephew nodded as Kihyun took a look too, “it’s me and you, and Uncle Kihyun too when we went to the cinema last week.”

“I see,” you murmured, nervous to look at Kihyun beside you after your nephew’s sudden admission. “Since when has Kihyun been your Uncle Kihyun?” You asked as Kihyun remained quiet right beside you.

“Since now,” he excitedly chuckled, “he’s our family, isn’t he?”

You looked to Kihyun as he finally cleared his throat. “Of course I’m your family Y/N/N, I can be your Uncle Kihyun if that’s really what you want me to be.”

“Yeah,” your nephew cheered, beginning to talk you both through his drawing, unaware of your eyes meeting behind him talking together.

“Are you alright with being uncle?” You whispered, not wanting Kihyun to feel forced at all.

“I’m over the moon to be his uncle.”

Hyungwon:

There was a look of surprise on Hyungwon’s face as soon as your niece spoke to him, unsure if he’d misheard. “What did you just say?” Hyungwon asked your niece, wanting to check what he’d heard for definite.

Your niece ran back up to Hyungwon after beginning to walk away. “I told you to come and play Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated.

“Uncle Hyungwon?” He quizzed, looking between your niece and then back across to you. “Don’t you mean Hyungwon?” He added, running his hand through his hair as he struggled to know what to say to her.

“Uncle Hyungwon,” she repeated again, “are you deaf or something?”

You struggled to hold back your laughter as your niece jokingly snapped across at Hyungwon. “She’s got a point, she’s said it plenty of times for you to hear.”

“I’m just surprised,” Hyungwon told you both, “am I going to have to get used to being Uncle Hyungwon from now on?”

“Yeah,” your niece excitedly told him, “you’re too nice to just be Hyungwon to me now.”

“Well, it’s an honour to be uncle.”

Jooheon:

A puzzled expression formed on your nephew’s face as he read through the birthday card that you had written for him. “Why does it just say from Auntie Y/N and Jooheon?” He enquired, “not Uncle Jooheon?”

Jooheon knelt down beside him as he read through the card once again, “that’s because that’s who I am, Jooheon, aren’t I?”

“Why not Uncle Jooheon though?” Your nephew then challenged, leaving Jooheon speechless. “If you’re going out with my auntie then doesn’t that make you my uncle? I can’t just call you Jooheon, can I?”

“You want me to be your uncle?” Jooheon asked, “are you sure?”

Your nephew nodded in reply as Jooheon looked to you for a little bit of help. “I think it makes perfect sense, I should’ve written Uncle Jooheon on your card.”

“It’s all Auntie Y/N’s fault, don’t you think Y/N/N?” Jooheon added, unable to stop himself from berating you alongside your nephew.

“You two are a terrible team,” you scolded, “the worst uncle and nephew in the whole world.”

“We’re the best team in the world!”

I.M:

He hovered behind you as the two of you entered your family home, greeted by noise straight away. “Y/N/N,” you called out to your niece as you watched her running around, deciding to quickly catch her attention.

Straight away she ran over to you both, leaping into Changkyun’s arms. “Auntie Y/N! Hi Uncle Changkyun!” She yelled out.

“Uncle?” Changkyun asked her in surprise, staring at her with a smile on his face as she innocently looked back across to him. “Am I uncle Changkyun now all of a sudden?” He then quizzed to make sure he heard.

“Yeah, you’re uncle,” she explained, “just like Auntie Y/N is auntie.”

Changkyun’s nervous eyes looked to you as your head nodded back at him. “Do you want to be Uncle Changkyun?” You asked him, worried that he was panicked.

“Of course,” he quickly responded, hearing the giggles of your niece right beside him, “I would absolutely love to be your uncle Y/N/N.”

“Uncle Changkyun,” she repeated, “don’t you think that that sounds super cool Auntie Y/N?”

“I think that it sounds the coolest.”

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Monsta X Reaction: The First ‘I Love You’

Shownu

Poor boy overthinks everything. Gets way too in his head and will end up just blurting it out one day. You're probably halfway through an unrelated conversation and his mind wanders so he just says it. The abruptness in his tone throws you off a bit, until you realise what he said. There's a bit of an awkward silence before you assure him that you love him too and you are really happy that he told you, even if it was a bit of an unconventional conffession!

Wonho

One of the shier ones. Probably falls in love really quick, but has a lot of walls up and struggles to express how he is feeling. Needs to build up trust with you first. There's a chance you beat him to it, but he will have no issue saying it back once you've broken the ice there. If he is the first to say it and you say it back he is probably going to be all giggly and soft and super happy. Once the words are said, he becomes a lot more confident and secure in the relationship.

Minhyuk

Says it without realising. The two of you are just messing around and a 'love you' slips out. Internally he's flustered, but manages to put on a confident face and own it. "That wasn't how I planned on telling you for the first time, but yeah, I love you." Another happy giggly boy once you say it back.

Kihyun

Will happily and confidently tell you as soon as he realises. If it feels a bit early to you and you aren't ready to say it back, that's fine. He will assure you he isn't going anywhere, and you don't need to say it until you are comfortable too. Just know that he loves you and will be there for you anyway.

Hyungwon

Introvert energy. Even if he feels it really early on, he's hesitant to say it. Probably wants to say it a lot, but takes too long to hype himself up and the moment passes. When you inevitably end up saying it first, he's a little surprised and super happy. "Really? Oh good, because I love you too, I just didn't know how or when to say it." After a little assurance from you he is much more comfortable to say it again.

Joohoney

A bit nervous about it. Will wait a while into the relationship before saying the words aloud, even if he knows he means it earlier on. He's just worried if he says it too early, he'll scare you off. There is a chance you'll beat him to it and get the first 'I love you' in, but once it's been said, he isn't going to stop. Will literally tell you every chance he gets from then on.

I.M.

Kind of says it by accident. You are just being you, maybe reading or drawing or watching nature, something simple, and he finds you so endearing that it just slips out. His muttered "I love you" makes you look over, and he becomes flustered. "Wait - I mean - fuck it, I mean I love you. You're amazing and I'm so pleased you're mine"

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mxillusion · 2 years

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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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joo-hng · 1 month

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[12:03]

He inconspicuously shuts her grand office door, pressing the lock gently enough so the office cannot hear. His eyes glint with a subtle hunger that even he can’t subdue.

He dares to step forward, hands in his suit pockets as he eyes her from top to bottom, fully enraptured by the capable woman sitting before him. He bites his lip once before gifting her with the naughtiest smirk, “You look good behind that desk,”

“Hell,” he notes lowly, “but you’d look better on top of it,”

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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yoo v. kihyun

pairing: kihyun x reader wordcount: 4.6K summary: you’ve retained yoo kihyun, esq. to represent you in divorce proceedings. he’s competent, demanding, and generally a HUGE bore. as far as why your heart races each time he reprimands at you? well, that’s a mystery to never be solved. genre/themes: smut with plot, slightly dom!Kihyun, slightly bratty!reader, afab reader, power dynamic, jealousy, possessiveness, kihyun’s two finger gestures.

a/n: thank you so much to @wavelikewhat who gave me this idea and helped proof!!! i hope you all enjoy it too :)

You sighed again, glancing around the reception area of L&Y Law Offices. After being served the divorce papers, trying not to cry, and crying a lot, you’d initially held out hope that it could be an amicable split. Recently, however, you’d realized just how naive that had been and after much persuading from friends and family, had decided to retain an attorney. Fidgeting with your nails, you inhaled deeply as you waited.

“Mrs. LN?” the secretary stood from behind their desk with a kind smile. “Mr. Lee is ready to meet with you.”

You followed them into an office and were introduced to the primary partner of the firm who insisted you call him by his first name. Expediently, you described and reviewed the case details with him, trying your best not to leave anything out. Minhyuk smiled sympathetically and shook his fist at your husband’s antics at all the right moments and at the end of the meeting you had high hopes that you had found the perfect lawyer to represent you.

“Well, Mrs. LN, from my perspective, this seems to be a fairly straightforward case, which is good news,” Minhyuk smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “The not so great news is that my caseload is quite full right now. I want to ensure that you get the amount of attention and time that you deserve, and so I would like to assign your case to my partner. I’m still available to consult on this, should anything need, but I promise you he is quite capable.”

“Ah,” you couldn’t help but deflate slightly, “I suppose that would be alright,” you nodded with a strained smile.

“Perfect, I will review the case notes with him and then our assistant will reach out to schedule a follow up meeting. How does that sound?”

“That works for me,” you smiled, standing from your chair to shake his hand. Following his gesture to the door, you walked out and directly into another person who was moving at an alarming speed.

“Agh!” he exclaimed, dropping his bundle of papers.

“Oops, sorry!” you chuckled nervously, squatting down to help pick them up.

“These are confidential!” he snapped, swiping haphazardly at your hands as you tried to help.

“I said sorry!” you repeated yourself indignantly. Standing, you struggled briefly with what to do, but settled on shrugging at the man before leaving the office.

…

“What a mess,” you groaned into your hands as Kihyun looked on, stone faced as ever.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pushing a box of tissues towards you apprehensively.

“I mean, no, but nothing I can do about it. He’s just being an asshole!” you exclaimed.

“Yes,” Kihyun chuckled wryly. For a brief moment he wondered how you had managed to marry such a truly remarkable piece of human garbage. You seemed to be quite the opposite of your husband who was a real turd.

You glanced at Kihyun with surprise. In the few months you’d worked with him, he had always maintained steadfast professionalism. While Minhyuk would playfully rib or tease about your husband’s antics, you couldn’t recall a single time that Kihyun had taken part.

“Yoo Kihyun, are you laughing?” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“No,” he shook his head, grin falling from his face.

“Yoo Kihyun, do you have a personality inside of that ironclad facade?” you giggled, happy to have something other than your husband to think about.

“I have a personality just fine,” he sniffed, lips pursing with indignation. “We should discuss strategy,” he proposed, pulling out a notepad.

“Of course, sir,” you stuck your tongue out at him glibly, “You know you’d be much more likable if you’d just let your hair down once in a while!”

“I don’t care whether you like me or not,” Kihyun replied cooly.

“Of course,” you smiled at him, before settling in to talk business.

Kihyun was lying. Despite your initial run in with him, your professional relationship had gone quite smoothly. You were honest, communicative, and, aside from the teasing, easy to work with. While the case had gotten a little more complicated than it needed to be, thanks to your husband, you’d never lost your optimistic desire to make it as painless as possible. Despite his best efforts, Kihyun had even admitted to himself that he was attracted to you.

“Kihyun?” you called his name again after noticing his far off gaze.

“Oh! What?” he snapped out of his trance.

“You stopped listening to me,” you laughed, raising a teasing eyebrow at him.

“No, I was-,” he trailed off, really not knowing what to say.

“It’s getting late, should we stop?” you suggested, glancing at the time, “I’m hungry,” you murmured to yourself.

“Ah, it is dinner time,” Kihyun replied stiffly, stopping himself from suggesting you go together.

“Do you eat, Mr. Lawyer?” you glance casually at him, but your eyes are mirthful.

“Of course,” he furrowed his brow at you.

“Want to go grab a bite together? We can keep talking shop,” you suggested, unplugging your laptop charger.

“Oh, I guess. It would be good to finish some things up tonight,” he nodded. Since it was a business dinner, he could allow it.

“Great,” you smiled, wrapping up the charging cord and pushing your chair back to stand up.

As Kihyun packed, you watched him with interest. At first, you had been less than pleased to be working with this robot of a man. While yes, he was more than competent, he had the personality of a cardboard cutout due to his insistence on remaining professional. Even after three months, you had learned next to nothing about him. Recently, however, you had noticed signs of his hardened exterior cracking and it intrigued you severely.

“Ready?” he asked, standing straight up with his briefcase at his side.

“Yes,” you laughed, hucking your bag over your shoulder and stepping towards the door. “What do you like to eat anyways? Motor oil and batteries?”

“As I’ve told you many times before, I am not a robot,” he sniffed, holding the door open for you. You giggled at his more than expected response as you walked by him. He couldn’t help but enjoy your scent, a citrusy floral, as you swept by.

“We often take clients to Emiglio’s. Do you like Italian food?”

“Too fancy!” you laughed, scrunching up your nose at his suggestion. “Let’s just get something quick and with beer. The billable hours are already costing me an arm and a leg,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Ah, okay,” Kihyun nodded, a bit surprised at your casual suggestion. You walked a few blocks to a neighborhood with a high density of restaurants. After some wandering, you settled on a casual Mediterranean place.

“Welcome, welcome!” the host, a round and mustached man, ushered you to your table enthusiastically. “What a beautiful couple!! May I start you off with some drinks?”

“Aha, we’re not a couple!” you waved your hands in protest, though you found his energy infectious. “Beers, please?”

“Ah what a shame! Such beautiful people too,” he shook his head woefully as he handed you two beverage menus.

“Ah, this one please,” you pointed to your menu as Kihyun scanned his. Following your lead, he chose a beer of his own.

“Excellent choices,” the host nodded before leaving the table.

“So, what do we need to finish tonight?” you smiled at Kihyun, propping your chin up with your hand.

“Ah, yes,” Kihyun snapped his brain into gear. Did you look like a couple to others? “There are a few addendums that I need you to review and sign. And we should discuss the latest ask from your husband regarding ownership of the house.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “Do you have the addendums ready? I can review while we wait for food.”

“Yes,” Kihyun nodded, turning to pull the documents out of his briefcase.

“Ah, here we are. The beers and some complimentary appetizers!” your host interjected. “Will we be dining tonight as well?”

“Yes please!” you smiled genially at him as you accepted the paperwork from Kihyun across the table. “Do you have any specials? Or recommendations?”

“For the two of you, I recommend the mixed grill platter for two! It has a little bit of almost everything that we make!”

“What do you think?” you asked Kihyun, eyes sparkling at him.

“Sounds good,” he responded without much thought.

“Great!” your server clapped his hands together. You laughed at his antics before turning to read through the addendums.

“Hm,” you remarked as you read a few lines repeatedly, trying to understand, “Kihyun? What does this mean?” you asked, looking up at him and pointing out the start of a sentence.

“Ah,” his eyes jump quickly to the page, before explaining the legalese to you.

“Oh, okay,” you smiled at him, sipping at your beer again before continuing to read. You didn’t get very far before a glass of water was being slid towards you at the end of his fingertips, “Huh?” you wondered aloud, sending him a puzzled look.

“You should drink some water, you look flushed,” he answered simply.

“What are you, my mom?” you laughed, shaking your head, “I just tend to get red, but I’m fine!”

“Drink,” repeated himself, not unkindly, but the firm tone of his voice compelled you to comply.

“Ah, sure,” you nodded as you took a few sips, before returning to the documents. Kihyun’s eyes flitted briefly to the nearly full glass before shaking a rogue thought out of his head.

…

“YN!” a familiar voice drew your attention as you walked towards the elevators. You were meeting at your husband’s lawyer’s office, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to see him, but you still felt unprepared.

“Ah, hello Donghyuk,” you greeted him with a cool appearance while your heart twisted in your chest.

“Want to ride up together?” he asked, almost as if you weren’t in the middle divorce proceedings. Pursing your lips, you failed to think of a reason no. You were mid-step into the elevator when fingers circled around your wrist, holding you just behind the doors as they slid closed. Donghyuk’s look of confusion mirrored your own until you realized who had grabbed you.

“Ah, Kihyun,” you greeted him, bowing slightly.

“You shouldn’t spend time with him without me present,” he stated matter of factly, pressing the button for another elevator car.

“Ah, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal?” you shrugged, flushing at his scolding.

“Must you always talk back when I give you a direction? Can you not just listen?” he asked, revealing a level of frustration that you’d never seen from him before.

“I-,” you gaped, mostly at his outburst but also at the way he was looming over you. “Sorry,” you squeaked just before the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Clearing his throat, he readjusted his suit before leading the way into the law office. Following his lead, you did your best to ignore how flustered you’d become with his stern treatment. The two attorneys led the conversation and you found yourself somewhat in awe of the way Kihyun comported himself. While not unkind, he carried himself in a way that clearly indicated his confidence and slight disdain for both your husband and his attorney. Blinking hard, you found yourself in slight disbelief as you realized…it was attractive.

“YN,” Donghyuk called your name as things came to a close, “Can we talk in private sometime? I’ve been doing some thinking recently.”

“I-,” your words caught in your throat as Kihyun tapped two fingers against your knee, reminding you of his earlier request. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Donghyuk. I prefer to have an attorney present as we go through this process.”

Donghyuk looked surprised at the firm rejection. Kihyun bit back a smile as he pulled his hand back. And if he lingered a moment or two longer than strictly necessary, well that was his business alone. Wordlessly, you left the office and an inexplicable bubble of pride rose in Kihyun’s chest until you broke the silence.

“See? I can follow instruction,” you wrinkled your nose at him indignantly as the elevator reached the ground floor. As you left the elevator, Kihyun at least had the presence of mind to wait until the doors closed again before groaning aloud. You were driving him insane.

…

“Well, how do we feel about a celebratory drink?” Minhyuk suggested glibly, looking at the group. As it turned out, Donghyuk’s attorney had been a law school classmate of Minhyuk’s.

“What?” Kihyun looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“Oh come on now, the divorce is finalized, it’s all in the past now! Why not start things off on a pleasant note!”

“I’m not opposed,” Donghyuk spoke up, eager to prove his indifference about the affair.

“YN?” Minhyuk pointed his gaze at you, “We’ll splurge for a bottle of champagne, my treat!”

“Sure!” you shrugged, not willing to seem more chalant than your now-ex-husband.

“Perfect!” Minhyuk shouted, jolly, before ushering the group to a bar.

Kihyun watched as you sipped on your flute of champagne. He had to commend you, you had done quite a good job at acting unphased as the other men got drunk. His eyes wandered to the nearest clock, calculating when he could excuse himself, when Donghyuk sidled up next to you.

“YN, we had some good times, didn’t we?” he slurred just slightly.

“Ah, I suppose,” you smiled without meaning it.

“Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing,” he continued, as if talking to himself, “Maybe we could’ve worked things out, I don’t know.”

Your pulse raced at his words. A variety of emotions washed over you, but mostly you felt panicked at his confession.

Kihyun’s jaw twitched as he watched you from across the room. A flush rose in your cheeks at whatever your ex-husband had said to you and the intensity of his jealousy truly took him by surprise. Your eyes flickered suddenly to him and he found himself standing to cross the room.

“We left something at the office,” he found himself excusing the both of you to the group. Already fairly intoxicated, no one paid it much mind and before long, you were seated in his car.

“What did I say about being alone with him?” Kihyun found himself asking you, even though he knew he had no right and it didn’t even make sense now.

“What?” you tried to understand his question, “I’m-, well the case is over now!”

“Why can’t you ever just listen to me,” he groaned, slapping his thigh in frustration.

To this day, you couldn’t explain what happened next. Whether it was the heavy sound of impact, the thick sexual tension that had developed, or the two flutes of champagne, but you let out a strangled moan before covering your mouth in shock.

“I’m-” you flushed bright red, eyes glued to the hand on his knee, unable to make eye contact.

“You are really testing my restraint,” he finally bit out after a moment of deafening silence, “Most of this proceeding has already been torturous and now you’re going to make that sound while we’re alone in this car?”

“Sorry it’s been so torturous,” you huffed indignantly at him, “You’re no walk in the park either!”

“You misunderstand me,” Kihyun leveled his gaze with yours, taking deep breaths. “It’s not because I don’t like you…it’s because I want you so badly that I can barely think straight.”

“I-,” you gaped at him, mouth wide open with shock.

“I realize this is wildly unprofessional. Say the word and I’ll drop you off at your car and you never have to hear from me again.”

“I-,” you continued to flounder for words as you made up your mind. “No,” you shake your head at him, “I want…” you trailed off. You realize that you don’t even really know what he’s offering, but that you’d take him up on just about anything. “Please?”

“Please?” he raised a single eyebrow at you, lips curling into a smirk, “So now you’re polite?”

You squirmed in your seat. The tone that he’s taken with you was almost condescending and it excited you to no end. Another soft whimper escaped your lips and his smirk widened into a grin while his gaze darkened into a molten glare.

“Good girl,” he chuckled before finishing the drive in silence.

Your pulse hammered in your ears as you followed him. Another tense escalator ride and a short walk through a hallway before you found yourself in his apartment. You took a seat on the end of the sofa as he shrugged off his suit jacket. He took a moment to roll his sleeves to his elbows, a silent effort to collect his thoughts, before turning to face you again.

“I’m genuinely questioning my own judgment right now, so I need to ask you again. Are you sure you want this?”

Your eyes traced his figure as you ran your tongue across the edge of your teeth. His shoulders were rolled slightly forward and the way he stared at you was almost primal.

“Yes,” you nodded surely. “Why don’t you turn that big brain off and go with your gut for once,” you giggled.

“I-,” he let out a puff of air before pacing forward and throwing you over his shoulder. With ease, he carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed somewhat haphazardly. Your laughter quieted as you registered the dark gaze he had leveled you with as he loomed over you.

“Mr. Yoo,” your breath hitched, an obvious tell.

“You’ve never called me that before,” his jaw twitched when he spoke again.

“We’ve never done this before,” you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from teasing.

“Sit up,” he instructed suddenly. After enduring your, granted, harmless teasing and endless ribs, he was overcome with a strong desire to put you in your place. “Come here,” gestured with two fingers.

Swallowing your nerves, you brought yourself toe to toe with him. His right hand snaked through your hair into a firm grip, pulling your head slightly back. Your eyes fluttered slightly as he observed you. Moments which felt like hours later, his left hand grabbed you firmly at the waist, pushing you to your knees before him. “Time to put that smart mouth to use,” he decided with an eyebrow raised expectantly.

Your instinct was to roll your eyes at him, but your body was on a completely different page. It was almost embarrassing the speed with which your hands shot toward his belt buckle. Still, you couldn’t help but take your time and trace softly around the outline of his erection before fully revealing it.

His hands were balled into tight fists as you closed your lips around him. Wet and warm, you worked diligently. You heard soft hisses as you lapped along his length, leaving a trail of soft kisses before engulfing him once more. Chuckling, you let the vibrations travel through him as you swallowed him to the base.

“Enough,” Kihyun pushed you away sharply, words slightly strangled.

“Oops,” you giggled, realizing that you’d nearly brought him over the edge.

“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” he shook his head as he pushed you back and wedged himself between your knees. Your breathing hitched as he brought the heel of his palm firmly against your center.

“Oh!” you moaned, eyes fluttering closed at the sudden pressure. Kihyun worked his palm against your clit relentlessly, eager to undo you. “Kihyun!” you gasped as the pressure approached unbearable and he let up, but only just.

“Good girl,” he smirked, rolling his wrist subtly against you and taking immense pride in watching you squirm.

“Please,” you panted desperately as he worked you towards an orgasm.

“So soon?” he chuckled, pulling back slightly, “I’m not sure you deserve it quite yet.”

“You fuckin-” you began to swear at him until he slid his thumb into your mouth and other fingers firmly under your jaw.

“Quiet.”

“Hm?” you looked sharply at him. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his wet fingers out to grasp your cheeks firmly.

“Why can’t you just behave?” he glared at you.

“I-,” you fumbled with sounds until you were able to form words, “Do you really want me to take it easy on you?” you asked, wide eyes feigning innocence, but you couldn’t keep the smirk from creeping up your lips.

For a moment, he was silent and you watched as his Adam’s apple bob up and down before he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. “Since you want it the hard way,” he shrugged before pressing his palm against you fully and firmly.

“Kihyun!” you found yourself crying minutes later as he worked you through your second orgasm. His palm undulated just slightly, pressing a pulsing rhythm against your swollen clit as your thighs closed around his forearm desperately. “Kihyun, please!” you begged, pushing him away for some relief.

“You’re soaked,” he observed, pleased with himself.

“Yes,” you answered, trying to catch your breath. He threw a devastating smile your way before undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes roved over each newly exposed inch of skin hungrily until your jaw hung wide open at his physique. Under his suits, you never would have expected such a tightly muscular physique. “Why do you look like that?” you asked, almost shocked.

“Oh this?” he teased, flexing the muscles in his torso.

Blinking, you sat up, reaching forward to run your fingertips across the hard lines of his serratus and across his chest. Kihyun felt himself preening under your impressed expression. The light touches across his chest sent goosebumps down his spine and when you moved towards his nipples, he shot his hands up to catch you by the wrists.

“Enough,” he groaned, pushing you back. He made quick work of the rest of his clothing before climbing over you. “Can I see you?” he asked, tugging at the buttons of your shirt gently. For some reason, his polite request made you flush and you found yourself undressing at an embarrassing speed.

“I- um,” you stuttered as his fingertips traced soft patterns across your newly exposed skin, “Kihyun,” you mewled, arching into him eagerly.

“Hmm,” he smiled, taking great pride in watching you squirm underneath him. He traced along your thigh, up your hip, and across the underside of your breast, relishing in the way your nipple tightened for him.

“You’re a tease,” you panted, giving him a dirty look.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Please,” you begged.

“What’s that?” he cocked his head as if he couldn’t hear you and continued tracing concentric circles around your breast.

“Kihyun, please,” you gritted your teeth, too desperate to worry about your dignity.

“Please what,” he smiled encouragingly before his lips closed around your nipple, sucking hard.

“Aaah!” you cried out, bucking against him, “Kihyun, please! Finger me. Fuck me,” you gasped, “Just something inside.”

“Mm, I like hearing you say that,” he broke out into a grin as he positioned his hand between your legs. Staring intently at you, he watched as you reacted to his fingers spreading your lewdly wet lips. Your brow knit up and beads of sweat formed on your nose as he pressed into you, his fingers thick and deep against your tight walls.

“Mmph,” you squeaked as he brought his palm to rest against your clit again while pulsing his fingers inside of you. A shiver ran down your spine as you ground against him, hips working up in tandem with his hand.

“Listen to yourself,” he marveled, “So wet, just for me,” he hissed.

“Yes,” you agreed readily, willing to do anything to keep him from stopping. “Yours!” you cried as he curled his fingertips up slightly while pressing his palm down with more pressure.

“Hm, mine, huh?” he chuckled, leaning forward to capture your lips in an impatient kiss. Picking up the pace, he swallowed your moans as he brought a third orgasm crashing through you.

“Why are you so good at that?” you wonder, out of breath, enjoying the brief respite that he allows you.

“You’re very responsive,” he states simply and you know to take it as a compliment.

“Will you fuck me now?” you ask after a few moments, needy again.

“Since you asked nicely,” he laughs, nipping at your earlobe as he positions himself against you. You purred contentedly as he rubbed the length of his shaft against you. “God, you’re wet,” he remarked, watching himself grow slick with your arousal.

“Mhm,” you nod earnestly, hips grinding up against him.

“All wet for me,” he smirked as he positioned himself to sink into you.

“Yes!” you cried, shifting your hips up, eager to feel him spreading you open. “Kihyun, please!”

He grunted as he pressed into you. You could feel yourself yielding around him and the sound you let out was unintelligible. Kihyun’s brows knit up at the warm and tight sensation of you and he gripped your hips until his knuckles turned white.

“Fuck!” he cursed when he bottomed out, leaning forward to plant hot little kisses across your collarbone. “So fucking tight,” he groaned before pulling back to thrust into you again. Your soft pants echoed his grunts as he thrust into you at a steady pace. Your knees hooked around his hips, helping yours to undulate up against him, taking him at a deeper angle.

“So. Good.” you smiled, words punctuated by his deep thrusts.

“You take me so well,” he chuckled, only slightly out of breath.

Your smile is quickly wiped off your face as he picks up speed. He pumps into you at a punishing pace and you can feel your walls spasm around him.

“Kihyun, I’m- I’m going to cum,” you warn him, pupils dilating.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he coaxes, “Cum on my cock for me,” he smiles, keeping up the pace until you’d screamed bloody murder. Chuckling, he smiles smugly at the volume of your obscenities and brushes a few strands of hair gently out of your face.

“Wow,” you babble as you come down, slowly regaining your senses. Kihyun smirks at you, dropping to his forearms so that his breath tickles your neck. He leaves soft, wet kisses along your jawline and across your collarbone before his hips start rocking into you, this time deep and sensual.

“God, how do you feel this incredible?” his brow knit up as he looked into your eyes.

“Mmpf!” you squeak, unable to respond as he turns you inside out. Your head falls back and you clench your walls rhythmically around him, matching his pace.

“What are you doing to me?” he pants, jaw clenched and knuckles white as he comes undone. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whispers in your ear. “Where?”

“In me,” you clutch desperately at him.

“Fuck!” he grunts, hips stuttering as he finds his release with you. His body shudders and slumps forward, pressing you down in a very pleasant way. His skin is hot and sticky against you, and you can’t help but like it.

“Good work,” you joke, running your hands through his hair gently.

“What makes you think we’re done?” he laughs wickedly into your neck. You let out a surprised gasp when he rolls you over on top of him. The night had just begun.

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incognito - lee jooheon

pairing: undercover spy jooheon + undercover spy female reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, spy, secret operations, gambler au

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, gun mentions

summary: they never should’ve paired you up with your husband for a recon mission.

rating: 16+

author’s note: happy belated birthday, jooheon <3 i know that you guys have been waiting a while for this one, so sorry that it’s shorter than normal! life has just been alot lately... also if you’re not familiar, i wrote a gambler au for kihyun that did really well, so i wanted to write one for joo. i hope u guys like it <3

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[library] [monsta x library]

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“Testing, testing,” you whisper into your earpiece as you adjust it, disguising the action by fidgeting with your earring.

“Ready to go, love?” you hear your husband’s voice in your ear, and the crisp sound quality makes it seem that he’s actually beside you, whispering in that low voice that he has.

“Ready,” you answer softly, smoothing down the bodice of your dress to flatten the wrinkles. Bomi had to practically sew you into this royal blue number that she chose for you, citing the way that the colour compliments your skin tone. That, and the fact that Jooheon would love it on you.

You’re not sure if that level of distraction is in the best interest of the mission, but you are supposed to be a married couple.

The only difference is that you two have to act like the normal rich-and-wealthy kind, not the secret-spy-partner kind.

“Honey?” you say as you slowly open up the bedroom door, revealing yourself to him in the suite living room. He turns around immediately, ears seemingly piquing at the sound of your voice. Then, he smiles wide, his devastatingly endearing dimples making an appearance on his cheeks.

“Remember, this is just a recon mission,” you remind him, ignoring the way that his eyes trace the lines of your body. “So, no rash decisions. Do not make a scene. Do not expose yourself. And more importantly,” you pause, your body betraying you once you take note of the way that he’s styled his hair, nearly coiffed away from his forehead in a charming swoop, “No contact with the target.”

Unable to help yourself, you place your palm against his chest, sliding it down the fabric of his pressed suit. You immediately recognize the contours of his leather gun harness strapped to his chest, even through the double-breasted blazer. Leaning in, you press a chaste, fleeting kiss against his lips. You know that the contact isn’t enough for him, but you pull away anyway, hoping that the slight tease will keep him going for the next four hours.

“Understand?” you breathe against his lips, allowing yourself to let out a little gasp when his arm wraps around the small of your waist. He tugs you toward him; just barely, as if meeting your tease with a little goading of his own.

“Yes, love,” he agrees darkly, tucking his head into your neck before settling his mouth against the side of your neck, heartbeat pulsing against his lips.

“No distractions,” you remind him, but it’s more of a reminder for yourself. There are four hours to go and you’re already succumbing to his touch, knees weak and eyes half-lidded.

“No distractions,” he nods before reluctantly moving his lips from your neck. Then, he offers his arm, allowing you to loop your arm through it.

Without another word, he uses his free hand to pull the hotel room door open, guiding you through and into the empty hallway. For a fancy, five-star hotel, the hallway is pretty dimly lit, the white wainscotting illuminated only by the golden glow of the wall scones.

You both lift your free hands to press against your earpieces, waiting for a click to allow Agent 1122’s voice to trickle through it. It’s completed in a single, synchronized movement that could only result from years of being in each other’s presence.

“Agent 514 and 106, do you copy?”

“Agent 514, I do copy,” you whisper.

“Agent 106, I do copy,” your husband whispers right after.

“Perfect. I have eyes on the target in Ballroom C. His campaign manager hasn’t left his side in 30 minutes, so that may pose a problem when maintaining distance between yourself and the target. He’s currently stuffing his face in crab cakes and foie gras,” Agent 1122 confirms, and you giggle during his pause, probably a result of him gathering more information. Then, he elaborates, “The target is wearing a navy velvet suit, drowning in his third glass of champagne, and harassing a waitress in front of his wife.”

“Sounds like a piece of shit,” you seethe quietly, and your husband squeezes his arm as he detects your anger.

“Remember,” he says after stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the correct floor, tone soft. You recognize it as him attempting to calm you.

“No contact with the target,” he repeats, and you nod, taking a deep breath before the elevator opens up to reveal the exact ballroom that the target is currently residing in.

“No contact with the target.”

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Your husband is getting angry.

You can just tell by the way that his fingers are beginning to dig into your hip as the target’s manager refuses to stop talking to you, ignoring him; your husband, in favour of your breasts.

“Mrs. Kang, Mr. Tanaka would greatly benefit from a donation to his campaign,” they suggest, leaning much too close to your face for comfort, “And I’m sure that your management of Mrs. Kim’s coffers would make a sizable donation feasible. Your monetary help would be greatly appreciated.”

You smile, replying with a standard response that you prepared beforehand.

“I would have to speak to Mrs. Kim and her wife about the monetary support, but please know that they are both waiting to announce their allegiances to the press. Please be patient, as I do not have autonomous control over their finances. I merely manage them.”

He frowns through a smile, slimy and deceitful. Not only are they profiting from the sale of black market goods and embezzling donations, but they are also coaxing leaders within the financial sector to donate undisclosed amounts of money. Cleverly, if you allow yourself to give them a small, minute compliment, by bypassing the figures and going to their managers directly.

This is a vital piece of information that surely makes this mission worth the trouble. The only question left unanswered is where they’re selling those forbidden products; priceless artifacts stolen from their home countries, jewelry made with blood diamonds, human and animal remains that are disguised as fucked up trophies, anything that will fetch a pretty penny. Many people in positions of power and possessions of immense wealth are gathered here, but not just anyone can walk into a random store to buy black market goods.

So, you’re able to deduce that there’s an auction somewhere in this place, and you need to find out where. The only issue is that the location isn’t written anywhere. In fact, it’s never written down, and it’s up to the invited to remember from the word of mouth.

How unfortunate it is that the real Mr. and Mrs. Kang are somewhere in the Virgin Islands, enjoying a so-called vacation that they supposedly won at a blind auction.

You suggested scaring them into spilling the auction location to Agent 1122, but it’s better that they remain oblivious to the fact that their identities have been essentially stolen for a night.

A pair of ignorant fools, those two must be. You would almost feel bad if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re secretly embezzling money as well.

However, you’re beginning to worry that the mission may be jeopardized by your husband beside you. He’s smiling from the corner of your eye, but the eyebrow twitch makes it very apparent that he’s angry. Fuming, perhaps.

Well, he’s always been the overreacting, pouty type when pushed too far.

So, you attempt to calm him down by crossing your arm against your navel and squeezing the hand that rests on your hip.

Do not make a scene, you hope to portray through your touch, leaning against the side of his body to emphasize your point. His posture is stiff and his jaw is tight. But luckily, his body softens upon the squeeze of your hand. The movement is minute; barely noticeable to the public, untrained eye, but you’ve known him for long enough; worked with him in the field for long enough, to recognize his tics and mannerisms.

“Apologies, Sir,” your husband interrupts the campaign manager during his little tirade, surely mustering all the effort in the world to sound pleasant and unannoyed, “But my wife and I have previous arrangements with other candidates tonight. We will keep in touch.”

“Mr. Kang,” they say, almost chasing after your husband in the midst of leaving with you, “I implore you to reconsider.”

“Sorry, but we are in the middle of weighing out the pros and cons with the Kim’s. I believe-”

“What will it take for you to support Mr. Tanaka’s campaign?”

You pause, seeing the opening in the darkness, the light at the end of the tunnel.

An opportunity.

“Exclusivity,” you answer after stepping forward, voice confident, “It seems to me that you’ve been offering the same thing to every single person with money in this room. Offer me something different; something that only we can have.”

Agent 1122 is spitting in your ear at this point, scolding you for going off script. But you ignore it in favour of the target’s manager stopping in his tracks. His brows begin to furrow as if attempting to decipher your words. Then, his eyebrows raise; just barely, and it’s enough for you to collect that he’s taking the bait.

“What do you want?” he asks cautiously.

You lean in, pushing your bosom forward to brush it against his chest, pleasing him and pissing off your husband at the same time.

“The 17th-century French pearl and diamond choker. I want it in my hand for three million,” you demand, and his eyes widen. Your husband is probably shitting himself too; this wasn’t exactly planned, but you saw the opportunity and you’re not going to waste it.

You didn’t become one of the best by playing it safe.

“That piece is worth ten million. You’re seven million under the starting bid!” the manager exclaims incredulously. Your mind starts to swim with possible counters, possible ways of explaining your rationale but luckily, your husband is there to pick it up.

“Perhaps. But with our support, you’ll be making much more than seven million. Do this for us, and we’ll get you the Kim’s.”

You look to your side, and your husband's eyes are practically sparkling with dark mischief when he realizes that your risky decision has paid off.

“Fine,” the campaign manager agrees reluctantly, pausing to reach into his pocket. Their action causes an instant response, trained and drilled into your muscle. Your hand flexes and your heartrate spikes. The weight of the dagger strapped to your thigh seems to increase, and you’re suddenly very much aware of the direction that this conversation might take.

Your husband seems to react the exact same way, judging by the manner in which his hands also drift underneath the hem of his double breasted blazer. His grip on your weight loosens, and you immediately gather that he’s allowing you the chance to dodge the resulting violence

Luckily, your nerves are soothed when the manager lifts a small metal ring out of his pocket, dropping it into your outstretched hand.

“Present this to me a quarter after nine, infront of the Orchid Hall,” they instruct, and you don’t even have a chance to exchange pleasantries before your husband whisks you away, pushing on the base of your back without a single word.

“514, what the fuck was that? And 106? Control yourself, or 618 is going to have a word with you,” Agent 1122 says, the strong reminder only serving to exacerbate your husband’s temper.

“Firstly, get off my wife because she’s a genius and it worked. Secondly, kiss my ass,” he responds lowly, and you’re surprised to hear Agent 126’s throaty chuckle through the earpiece.

“Don’t rile him up, 1122. You know how he gets around 514. Who’s also his wife now, apparently? Thanks for the wedding invite, assholes.”

You scoff internally, unapologetic.

“Who approved of this mission pairing, anyway? 106 is clearly distracted,” Agent 1122 scolds through your earpiece, just as your husband makes sizzling eye contact with you. You’d think that he would ease Agent 1122’s anxiety by remaining silent but instead, he answers with such confidence that your spine straightens dramatically, “It’s not my fault that my partner is fucking hot.”

“Honey!” you exclaim, inadvertently catching the attention of a couple of people around you. Luckily, you’ve adjusted your tone in such a way that makes it seem like you’re just having an argument with your husband.

This is true, to a certain extent.

Your partner needs to cool the fuck down, so you pull him aside without catching attention, grabbing various canapes and a flute of champagne on the way. You decide on a secluded, unoccupied hallway just outside of the ballroom, very dimly lit. There’s no way that anyone would be able to make you two out without a flashlight.

“Calm the fuck down,” you warn softly, grabbing the front of his button-up with more force than you initially intended. You can’t help it though; your husband always manages to bring an elevated level of fierceness to you.

To a certain extent, you’re bracing yourself for some colourful, choice words from him. His shoulders are tense and his jaw has been clenched for the entire damn evening…

Surely, he’s ready to burst.

But instead, he pulls you in for a peck on your cheek, soft and tender, fingers splayed across the base of your back. Your breath hitches, eyelids fluttering closed when you feel his lips against your neck.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, trying to sound unaffected but fuck, he always seems to make you unravel, even on the job.

“You, hopefully," he nearly growls, voice unrecognizable through his simmering want, "After we finish this job and I rip this pretty dress off of you and-”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” a new voice, probably Agent 113 interrupts your husband’s filthy little speech, unimpressed and annoyed.

“Be right back, bleaching my ears right fucking now,” Agent 126 lets out, and you could crumble under the embarrassment, "You two are practically my parents. I cannot be hearing this shit right now."

Your husband sighs in exasperation, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re not able to make much out in this darkness, but you can only imagine the way that he’s looking at you right now.

“We’ll continue this later, without an audience,” he says, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He gives you the softest peck against your skin before pulling away and taking your hand, leaning you both out of the dark hallway and into the light.

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yakuly · 1 year

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🪐 Ateez 🪐BTS 🪐 EXO 🪐 GOT7

🪐 Monsta X 🪐 NCT

🪐SEVENTEEN 🪐STRAY KIDS

🪐G idle

🪐 Projeto Bookverse

🪐 Reactions

Primeiro beijo com Ateez | First Kiss with Ateez

Monsta X indo para o exército | Monsta X going to the Army

Monsta X e a namorada vegetariana

WayV como candidatos da seleção | WayV as selection candidates

Stray Kids when you go to a university abroad

🪐 Drabbles

"Amor da minha vida" | "Love of my Life" | N. Yuta - NCT 127

"Jeon Wonwoo" | J. Wonwoo - Seventeen

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

🪐Timestamps

16:38 p.m — Z.Chenle - NCT Dream

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

🪐 Headcanons

Ateez como deu namorado | Ateez as your boyfriend

Stray Kids como seu namorado | Stray Kids as your boyfriend

Nct Yuta Guitarrista

🪐 One shots

¤"Lego Love" | C. San - Ateez

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

Especial de aniversário Min Yoongi | Min Yoongi birthday special

¤ "Sunflower" | J. Hoseok - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "I Can't Stop Me" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Oh, Loverboy!" | P. Jimin - BTS

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "Pensamentos sob o luar" | "Moonligh Thoughts" | K. Taehyung - BTS

¤ "Estrelas de reality show" | "Reality show stars" | D.O - EXO

¤ "Corset" | BamBam - GOT7

[Português] ▪︎ [English]

¤ "O escolhido" | "The choosen one" | J. Jaehyun - NCT 127

¤ "Golden Hour" | L. Mark - NCT

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Crush" | Y. Yang - WayV

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Lento..." | "So Was I..." - L. Mark - NCT

¤ "MagicHao" | X. Minghao- SEVENTEEN

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Love is a flight away" | Y. Jeogin - Stray Kids

[Português] ▪︎ [ English]

¤ "Namorado secreto (Idol!)" | "Secret boyfriend (Idol!)" | C. Yeonjun - TXT

¤ "Batom Vermelho" | P. Sunghoon - Enhypen

🪐 Fake socials

Ten como seu amigo/namorado (Snapchat) - WayV

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daebakinc · 1 year

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Pretty Woman Pt. 5

Pretty Woman AU

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Word Count: 4.6 K

Synopsis: Rich business man, Kihyun Yoo finds himself lost driving in Los Angeles. Stopping for directions he meets you, a prostitute on Hollywood Boulevard. What starts as a one night stand soon becomes a weeklong proposition, as Kihyun needs arm candy for his visit in the city of angels.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

~Admin V

You’d never been on a boat before, yet alone a yacht. Kihyun assured you the speed would be so it wouldn’t feel like you were on water. He said it was like a large moving club.

He decided to wear the tie you got him. Shyly, you showed him you got a dress that matched. To your surprise, he loved it, and told you in Korea couples actually wear the exact same outfit, so matching colors was in the realm of Korean culture.

You could never get over his reactions each time he saw you, be it all dressed up in the blue chiffon or in nothing. He always looked at you like you were the biggest prize in a fair. The gown and his tie looked great together. Your makeup was in light shades of pink to offset the blue, and your hair was almost identical to how Minhyuk set it up.

The party was starting late. The two of you arrived to the dock after ten o’clock and the yacht would be setting sail at eleven.

Your mouth dropped upon seeing the yacht. It looked like a mansion on water. Everyone you saw was in formalwear like you and Kihyun. They held champaign flutes and laughed. You could see chandeliers inside the yacht from windows.

It was a bit overwhelming to be around so many people. Last night it was just Hyunwoo and Jooheon. Tonight was a much bigger crowd, and you weren’t sure how well you could fit in. Remembering how Kihyun was this morning in the store, you tried to calm your nerves. Kihyun would protect you. He told you to stop fidgeting and smile.

You held onto his arm tightly while you both walked around the deck. Kihyun smiled politely and nodded to other guests, so you did the same. An older gentleman came into view.

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” The two men shook each other’s hands. Kihyun introduced you, then gave an introduction of the man.

“This is my lawyer for the company, K.Will.”

The man handed you a champaign glass and an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine. You recognized his name from the dinner last night and thought about the story Kihyun shared in the tub. He must have been the other idol caught in a scandal.

A woman who looked both incredibly expensive and bored appeared next to him. “This is my wife.”

She didn’t even attempt to make her smile look genuine, and shaking her hand was like handling a dead fish. However, a celebrity passed you all, causing an authentic smile as she called after them, leaving your little group.

K.Will made a comment about how she loved said celebrity and asked Kihyun if an important person they needed to help them take over Honey Bear Records was at the party. When Kihyun confirmed because he invited this person, K.Will grabbed his shoulders excitedly, exclaiming his love for him. He then excused himself to follow his wife.

Once he was out of ear shot, you looked to Kihyun. “Real sincere guy.”

“He’s a lawyer. Would you expect him to be any other way?”

“You could freeze ice on his wife’s ass.” You’d never met such a frigid bitch, leave for the store clerks who refused you.

Kihyun chuckled, “We’ll try that later.” He again took your arm in his and escorted you inside the yacht.

Your eyes widened once inside. It somehow got bigger from the inside. The lighting was dimly lit, giving a romantic atmosphere. Some waiters walked around carrying drinks and hors d'oeuvres. There was a bar, a food buffet, small tables and chairs, and even a dance floor.

In the middle of introducing you to a group of women he seemed familiar with, another gentlemen tapped Kihyun’s shoulder taking his attention, leaving you with the ladies.

The ice-queen syndrome seemed to be customary in this world. One of the women looked you up and down with a sneer. “So, you must be the flavor of the month.” She turned away from you.

Another woman looked embarrassed. “Don’t mind her. What she means is, Kihyun is a very eligible bachelor. He’s very sought after to land for marriage.”

This was the reason Kihyun hired you. These women were jealous you were on his arm. And if they sought to marry him, that would be a lot of romantic hassle which Kihyun wasn’t here for.

Your eyebrow twitched up as you looked to both of them. “Well, I’m not trying to land him. I’m just using him for sex.”

The apologetic woman’s face turned red, and the snob turned with her mouth gaping. That caused you to smirk then excuse yourself to the bar.

Kihyun joined your side. “Sorry for the interruption. Care to dance?” He offered his hand.

However, before you got the chance to take it, more people came up to talk to him. Naturally, he was polite and talked with them, but again leaving you to fend for yourself. You decided to check out the buffet and found a small table to stand at.

Watching Kihyun in conversations and shaking hands, it seemed like he was some kind of royalty. It wasn’t just women after his attention. Everyone wanted a piece of Kihyun. You thought of Minhyuk’s expression when seeing Kihyun’s name on the credit card. He was like a Korean Kennedy.

A group of women were gossiping across from you, which you assumed was about your comment of using Kihyun for sex. You didn’t give them another thought, especially when the reality was that Kihyun was using you for sex, and once he left town, you’d never see these people ever again. As you watched him with the people crowding around him, you noticed that every one of them had the same hard frigidness about them. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that if Kihyun wasn’t rich or successful, they wouldn’t give him a second thought.

Finally managing to escape the gathered entourage, he walked to your little table. “My apologies.”

You popped a mini quiche in your mouth and shook your head, to signal it was no problem. “That’s why we’re here right?”

He looked relieved and nodded his head in agreement.

Smirking and lifting your eyebrow, you commented, “Good thing we got rid of your tension before the party, huh.”

The stare he gave you was hard, but he had a playful smile with his tongue between his teeth. “How about that dance now?”

You were able to take his hand this time and he took you to the dance floor. At this point, you were not surprised that among Kihyun’s many talents was dancing. He spun you, dipped you, pulled and pushed you from his embrace. Being with him like this was fun. He pulled you close as the music became slower.

You looked into his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think, he didn’t belong with these people. He didn’t seem like them. You couldn’t imagine if it had been any of them picking you up the other night, that they’d be shy about getting to sex and wanting to talk, or buying you the whole breakfast menu, or even paying a store to suck up to you. They were all plastic; fake like Barbie Dolls.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

His face lit up to your answer and a smirk fell in place. “Really?”

“These people are your friends?”

He looked around then back to you. “I spend time with them, yes.”

Looking around as well you sighed, “Well, no wonder.”

His eyebrow lifted and he looked at you curiously. “No wonder what?”

“No wonder you came looking for me.”

Both his brows furrowed to that, but he didn’t say anything else and continued dancing with you.

When the song finished, Kihyun took you to the upper deck of the yacht. You could see a view of the city from the water, but you were also far enough that you could also see some stars.

The important person Kihyun had invited came into his line of vision.

After assuring him you could entertain yourself, he walked over to the man. At least this one seemed nicer than who you’d met so far as you watched the two of them. He reminded you a bit of Changkyun.

You heard your name being called and turned your attention to a smiling face.

“Jooheon!” you beamed. “I didn’t know you would be here.”

He smiled at you then looked over your appearance. “Wow. You look amazing.”

Blushing, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

“What brings you here tonight.”

You motioned in Kihyun’s direction. “I’m here with Kihyun.”

A dark shade filled Jooheon’s face.

“How about you? Are you enjoying the party?”

A smile came back on his face. “Actually, I’m here to play in the house band.”

“You play, really?”

“Yup, not just the fancy CEO.” Both of you chuckled to that. “I play the drums. You wanna see the setup?”

“Oh, I should stay with Kihyun.”

That put a gleam in his eye. “He’s busy schmoozing. Besides, we’re on a boat out on the water. It’s not like he’d lose you.” Still not fully convincing you, Jooheon pulled on your hand. “Just five minutes.”

Looking over to see Kihyun still occupied, you finally agreed.

Jooheon escorted you back downstairs to a small stage area where some instruments were set up. It wasn’t a full drumset like you were expecting, but much quainter.

“It’s so cute.”

Jooheon laughed at that. “Cute? Not rugged and manly?”

That made you laugh, too. “Sorry, no. Maybe if you play something?”

His face lit up to the challenge.

Then you realized that maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Classical music was currently playing on speakers, and him playing would probably cause a scene. “I didn’t even think, I shouldn’t have suggested it.”

Looking completely unbothered he moved to sit behind the set. “No, it’s fine.” He situated himself and grabbed drumsticks. Quirking his ear to the music, you saw him counting time, then he began drumming along to the classical song. It was one of the coolest things you’d even seen.

A small crowd started gathering around him. When the song finished everyone, including you, clapped for him.

He put his sticks down and came back to your side. “Still cute?”

You shook your head. “Very rugged and manly.”

“Would you like to try it?”

“Playing the drums?”

He nodded.

“I’d rather not embarrass myself.”

“Ah, throwing the tentacle at Hyunwoo was too much for you then.” He had a sheepish smile.

Playfully smacking him, both of you laughed. “I’ll have you know that was my first time ever eating with chopsticks.”

“Noooo,” he replied sarcastically.

Putting your hands on your hips you glared at him. “I think I did pretty good for my first time. And I refused your pity fork!”

He laughed harder to that. “Yes, you did very well. But, I wasn’t the one who got you the pity fork. That was your boy, Kihyun.”

At the mention of his name, you looked to see if he’d made his way back downstairs. You found him, but he was in the middle of a conversation with K.Will. It didn’t look like a heated discussion, but Kihyun didn’t look happy having it.

“I hate that guy,” Jooheon sighed.

You looked at him wide eyed. “Kihyun?” Not that you could blame him. He was after all trying to take his company.

“K.Will.”

That piqued your curiosity. “Do tell.”

“Have you met him?”

“Just introductions.”

“And what did you think of him?”

The uncomfortable shiver came back to mind. There was definitely a negative vibe.

Jooheon could see it in your expression. “Trust your gut on that.”

Other men holding instruments came out to the small stage.

“Guess that’s your cue.” You were a bit disappointed. You were having fun with Jooheon.

“It appears that way.” He gave a small wave and went back to the drumset.

Looking around again, you didn’t see Kihyun, and decided to find another standing table to watch the band. As they played, you enjoyed their sound. You wondered if this band was part of the company. Is that why Jooheon got so upset? Would he be one of the groups Kihyun was going to sell off?

You smiled, even laughed a little when Jooheon pointed a drumstick in your direction. You made a show to dance a little to the music.

“Having a good time?” K.Will was now standing next to you.

Smile still in place, you answered honestly. “I’m having a great time.”

“Must be very different from Hollywood Boulevard.”

Your smile fell and your blood felt cold. “W-what?” You couldn’t look at him and focused on Jooheon.

“Kihyun told me everything.”

What. The. Fuck.

“So, when he heads back to South Korea, perhaps you and I could get together.”

What the fuck. What were you supposed to do? Right now you were playing the role of arm candy. Making Kihyun look good. You weren’t in hooker-mode. You weren’t ready for him to come at you like this. You didn’t want to be in this conversation. At the end of the day, you got to choose your Tricks. K.Will wasn’t one you’d choose. If you said no though, would he make a scene and expose you?

“Sure, why not?” Your robot self was back.

He chuckled happily to himself then rested his hand on your shoulder. His thumb stroked up and down, causing your skin to crawl. “Good, why don’t we do just that. I’ll be seeing you.” Letting go of you, he walked away.

Your heartbeat raced as panic took over. You looked up and saw a group of women gossiping. Were they talking about you? Did they know your secret? Why would Kihyun hire you then tell people? Were you just a game to him? You wanted to leave. Needed to leave.

Unfortunately, the yacht was still out on the water. You had no place to go. Ignoring everyone around you, even though you had a growing suspicion they knew you were a prostitute, you rushed to the women’s bathroom.

It was small, with only 2 stalls and one sink, but there was a plush chair across from the sink, so you sat in it. You were planning to live in it until the yacht docked.

An older woman came into the bathroom. She looked concerned the second she saw you. “Are you alright, dear?”

Not feeling like speaking you just shook your head.

“Seasickness?”

You nodded in response hoping it would get her to leave you be.

“I have some Dramamine. Let me get you a glass of water.”

She left the bathroom. At least she didn’t seem to know what you were.

When she came back, Kihyun was with her. He rushed to your side, kneeling down to your level.

“You’re not feeling well?”

How could you feel well? Looking at him filled you with disgust as well as a new sense of rage. This apparently helped to make you look seasick.

“I’m fine.”

“We’re docking in 30 minutes. We’ll get off right away.”

He informed you that he had to bid farewell to the other party goers and left you alone.

You thanked the woman as she handed you the water and medicine.

When the yacht landed, you very much did not want Kihyun near you or touching you in anyway, but because he thought you were sick, he insisted on helping you to walk to the limo. During the ride back to the hotel he kept asking how you were, and the only thing you could manage that wouldn’t cause you to blow up was “I’m fine.”

Finally you were back in the hotel. “Are you feeling better?”

You just wanted to get into the bathroom away from him. “Fine.”

Kihyun huffed. “You’ve been saying ‘fine’ all night. Can I get another word please?”

Turning your attention from the bathroom door, you turned giving him your nastiest sneer. “Asshole. There’s a word.” You slammed the bathroom door and leaned against it. Then you thought, why should you hide? Already calling him an asshole, he deserved to have his rich, spoiled self knocked on his ass.

Opening the door, you made yourself calm before speaking. “Tell me one thing, why’d you make me dress up?”

He looked completely unbothered by your name-calling and outburst. “Well for one thing, the occasion called for it. You saw how everyone was dressed tonight.”

The fact that he seemed oblivious to your anger brought it on stronger inside you. “No. What I mean is, if you’re going to go around telling everyone I’m a hooker, why make me dress up?”

He looked slightly taken aback, but didn’t answer.

“That way, when creeps like your lawyer come up to me and make a pass, at least when I’m in my own clothes, I’m ready, I’m prepared.”

The surprise was now gone from his face. “I didn’t know K.Will approached you. I’m very sorry that he did that at all. I’m not happy with him, but he is my attorney. I’ve known him a long time. He thought you were some kind of a corporate spy working for Honey Bear.”

That was his excuse? K.Will was his friend so it’s okay? “Are you my pimp now? Think you can pass me around to all your little rich friends? I’m not some little toy.”

The frustration was clear on his face. “I know you’re not a toy.”

You walked away from him not caring what else he had to say.

“I know you’re not,” he called your name, his voice getting louder. “I’m speaking to you. Come back here.”

Facing him, you let the anger seethe out from your gaze.

“I hate to point out the obvious, but you are, in fact, a hooker, as well as my employee for the week.”

Was he serious? He thought he owned you. “I’m not your anything! I say who. I say when. I say . . .” You were so mad you couldn’t think straight.

Kihyun interrupted you, his voice still raised. “I refuse to spend the next 3 days fighting. I said I was sorry, I meant it. End of discussion.”

Disbelief washed over you. No where in the conversation had he apologized. And oh no, he didn’t want to fight so he got to end the argument? To hell with that. To hell with him. “Having money doesn’t give you the right to treat people like you’re better than them. You apologized? The fuck you did. Well don’t worry, you don’t need to worry about arguing for the next 3 days.”

He mumbled some snarky little comments, but you weren’t listening. You looked around the closet for the cocktail dress and Michelle Obama. Once finding them and draping them on your arm, you collected your boots and hooker-wear.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving. I’m done. I want my money, and I’m gone.” Reaching under the bed you grabbed your bag.

There was no response from him, but you could feel him staring at your back. “We still have the rest of the week.”

“You made it very clear how you treat your employees and regardless of what you think of me, I fucking deserve better than that. I want my money.” Crossing your arms, you stared at the wall, not daring to look at him.

There was no more conversation. After what seemed like a long time, Kihyun walked out of the bedroom and left you alone.

You looked at the bed where he tossed a large sum of bills. $8,000 could really change your life. But you were so pissed off at Kihyun. You didn’t want to take anything from him you didn’t truly earn. Didn’t want him having an excuse like you owed him something. You still had the $700 from the first night, which would suffice. Ignoring the money, you walked out of the bedroom, ignored Kihyun playing with papers at the desk, and left the hotel room.

Why was the elevator taking so long? You pressed the down button again in case it didn’t take the first time. The door to the penthouse opened. You looked straight ahead, pretending you didn’t see Kihyun walking toward you.

He angled himself to be slightly between you and the elevator. “I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet, reserved. “I wasn’t prepared to answer questions about us. I was stupid.” He sighed. “And cruel. An asshole as you said. I didn’t mean it. You absolutely deserve to be treated better than how I treated you tonight.” He took another long exhale. “I don’t want you to go. Will you stay the week?”

His apology seemed sincere, but you couldn’t dismiss your anger so easily. Still not looking in his direction, you asked, “Why?”

From the corner of your eye, you saw him looking down, as if he were ashamed. “I saw you talking to Jooheon Lee tonight.”

“So?” Was that it? He thought you were gonna turn on him and expose his plans to Jooheon?

“I didn’t like it.”

His response caught you off guard and you finally looked at him. “We were just talking.”

A small smirk appeared on his face. “I didn’t like it.”

The elevator binged and Hyungwon smiled, stepping slightly out the doors. “Going down?”

Kihyun looked to you. It was your decision. He wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to go, but he already told you that he wanted you to stay.

The confession that he was jealous of Jooheon lifted a small bit of anger, but not all of it. However, he did finally give you an actual apology. Could you give him another chance?

Looking at Hyungwon, you shook your head. The taller man’s face fell, taking in the situation. He stepped back into the elevator and the doors closed.

You exhaled to steady your voice from sounding shaky. “You hurt me.”

He looked into your eyes. “Yes.”

At least he was acknowledging his fuckup.

“I’m not ready to forgive you.”

“I understand.”

Your glare into his eyes was hard. You wanted him to make no mistake that what you were about to say was a threat. “Don’t hurt me again.”

He nodded in understanding and offered to take some of the things in your arms to carry back into the hotel room.

Once everything was put back in place, Kihyun moved as if to leave the bedroom.

“If you want my forgiveness, you’ll sleep in the same bed with me tonight.”

Surprise was on his face, but he stopped moving.

“You’re allowed to sleep in the bed you’re paying for. We do have sex. I don’t know why you can’t sleep next to me.”

He opened his mouth to answer then closed it.

“Are you embarrassed to sleep next to me?”

“No.”

You raised your eyebrows waiting for his answer.

“I didn’t want to bother you. I’m not good at sleeping.”

That put a smile on your face for the first time since the party. “You’re not good at sleeping?”

“I have trouble falling asleep, always thinking about work and what I need to do in the morning. Then I can’t get comfortable in bed and toss and turn. Then if I do finally fall asleep, I’m such a light sleeper that if I snore, I wake myself up.”

Your anger was starting to melt away. How could you be mad when he was this cute and endearing? “You won’t bother me by sleeping in the same bed. Or not-sleeping laying next to me.”

He gave you a firm look, making sure you meant it and weren’t just being nice. But you’ve never minced words with him yet. Why lie?

Kihyun helped you out of your dress, and you helped with his tie.

Once the two of you were ready for bed, you both got in facing each other. Neither of you closed your eyes to sleep, but looked at each other. Even with the lights out, you studied the contours of each other’s face.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Glad your blush couldn’t be seen in the darkness, you weren’t sure what to say.

“Can you explain it to me?”

“How I’m beautiful?”

He gave a low chuckle. “No. How you came to be in this profession.”

No one had ever asked you how you became a hooker.

“I guess it would start when I was younger. Not being a prostitute, just the story.”

He watched you curiously, never taking his eyes off yours.

“Everyone in my family constantly said that when I would be older boys would be all over me. I’d have so many boyfriends. Even my grandfather. He taught me a few ways to get rid of them if they didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

“In middle school I expected to be popular with boys, but I wasn’t. They liked my friends, but never me. I felt so disappointed. Why wasn’t I living up to the hype I’d always gotten? So in high school, when a boy finally liked me, I didn’t care about his personality, just that I’d finally have a first boyfriend.

“He was older, and he wanted to go out here to California. I followed him. Next thing I knew, I was here with no money or friends, or even him. I worked at a few fast food places, and parked cars as a valet, but it wasn’t enough to make rent. I was too ashamed to go home.

“One night I ended up in this 24-hour diner, and a group of hookers were there, sharing details about the Tricks they just turned and how much money they’d made. Tired of my third week of living on ramen, I decided to do it.

“I was so scared the first time. I shook the whole time and was awkward. I didn’t know what to do and ended up crying. But eventually, I became friends with some other girls who gave me tips and I got myself a few regular clients. I could pay rent and eat something that didn’t need to be microwaved.” Saying it out loud, your life sounded so pathetic to you. “No one plans this. It’s not a childhood dream anyone has.”

His gaze was piercing. That power was back, pulling you in. “You could be so much more. I saw you tonight. You lit up every place you stepped on that yacht. Even at dinner last night. You have so much charm. You don’t hold back what you’re thinking. You’re not afraid to be yourself.”

Those were not compliments you’d heard from anyone else. Of course being a sex worker came with negative comments all the time, but even before that, back when you were home. “When people put you down enough, you start to believe it.”

Looking at you for a moment, a small smile formed on his face. “I think you’re a bright, very special woman.”

You could see he was being sincere. Fighting a yawn, you answered. “It’s easier to believe the bad stuff.”

He held your gaze for a few more moments then reached for your chin like he had in Façade. “Why don’t you sleep.”

“Okay.” You reached up for his hand and held it in yours, closing your eyes and letting everything fade.

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Changkyun x OT7 [+ strangers] - Gimme a shot to over everything angst + nsfw + dead dove | ongoing | ao3 previous chapter | next chapter | all

┌───────── · · · · Ch.1: I wonder if my reflection laments

CW: incredibly dub-con | described drug use

He can't see his own hands, violent white strobes replaced with the dull flicker of vibrant red. He sees the silhouette, the width of his palm, the protrusions of the knuckles resting amid each finger, the ghost of something vaguely his. The lines on his palm, the small scratches, callouses, the mementos his hands collected as proof of living are gone, drowned in the cardinal flood of light.

He pushes himself from the booth, leather tacky under his touch, pulled taut towards the button patterning the seating. It wouldn't surprise to sit one day on these only to discover them sheen with their own sweat. There's something uncannily intimate about the material. Skin on skin, one inanimate, an object for the other.

Feet stumble. He wonders what he's searching for. A hand slams to wall, stabilizing himself where legs fail. A tattered array of stories, of art, of mistakes, the walls sit covered in graffiti. Fragments of people he'll never know. A hand drifts up to touch a sticker; square, white, inconspicuous all things considered. He can't even tell what design it bears, but doesn't care enough to try. Fingernails scrape against the wall, dislodging small flakes of cracked paint. It's upsettingly dry, the same matte as a chalkboard, Changkyun the chalk that cries out so violently against it. A corner of the sticker folds over, yielding. He runs a nail against it again.

Limbs phantom, waves of numbness crash through him, a heated buzz resting in his lower stomach. Someone grabs him by the jaw, rough, careless. Comradeship with the booth seating, Changkyun's nothing more than an object here. Moans spill from him as lips crash against his. Something sickly coats Changkyun's tongue, rum and coke, he thinks. He imagines he doesn't taste much better. Hungry, the tip of his tongue runs along a row of teeth, enticing. It's gritty, there's the remains of powder coating the stranger's gums.

The hand on his jaw tightens, stranger pulling away with a trail of spit-strings, and Changkyun finds himself being dragged away.

He knows this dance well, reciting the steps in his sleep. He doesn't exist until someone picks him from the shelf. He forgets how many times he's been taken. Part of him wonders if there's anything left.

Part of him already knows there isn't.

They don't bother with stalls for him anymore, cold porcelain of the sink smashing into his hip, there's nothing left to hide. His head is wrenched up, forced to watch himself in the mirror.

He hasn't been to an art gallery in a long time. Hyungwon took him once, maybe it was the last time, maybe it wasn't. It's the only time he remembers. It was cold, hard pine floors and hostile white walls; every painting quarantined from the next, a foot of limbo between worlds. Hyungwon wore one of his overcoats, near-ankle length and the same shade of black as his hair. Changkyun envies the people who look upon blank canvases, stretching a wingspan, only to find possibility and not fear.

He watches himself on the canvas before him, light catching on the edges of the glass, bleeding. It's so distant, he thinks. A film playing on loop.

"What do-" Changkyun starts, the stranger yanking his trousers to the floor, "what do I get in return?" He doesn't recognise the voice that comes from his lips.

"This." He feels something warm, wet, tap thrice against his ass; he begins fighting the grasp that holds him.

"Come on, not like you need incentive." The figure behind him sighs. "Fine, whatever. Fucking-"

Rustling, the stranger searches the pockets of the jeans resting around his ankles. Small plastic pouches crumple between his fingers; Changkyun feels his cock twitch.

"It's fucking- it's powdered, not liquid. Take it or leave it." The figure leans over the the sink, over Changkyun, making show of crushing his hips against the sink. A rough line of powder is tapped out, barely visible under the light.

Changkyun's hands tremble, sniffing hard before reaching to press a nostril closed. Leaning down, a pause, he steels himself. The flood of red fades as he lets his eyes slip close, inhaling the powder sharply. He winces, throwing his head back, sniffing violently. A hard swallow, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, gently rubbing. Gritty, just like the remnants on the stranger's gums.

"Done?" The voice behind him asks, rhetorical.

Changkyun goes to nod, but finds himself cut off, wincing once more as he's stretched brutally around the stranger's girth. Stepping foot to foot, he readjusts his hips, but is granted no time to accommodate; the stranger pounding Changkyun relentlessly, folding him over the damp sink. Muffled melodies blur into the background, bathroom full instead of humiliatingly obscene sounds of skin hitting skin. It's a mercy, Changkyun finds, that he rarely needs prep. There is use in being left gaping and full of cum from the person before.

And the person before that.

Hands grip the edge of the sink, teeth gritted; knees weaken as white hot pressure builds, threatening to drop him to the floor. A beat of sweat trickles from his brow. The stranger reaches his slender hands to find Changkyun's throat, curling around, squeezing tight. Changkyun's legs shake, muscles twitching uncontrollable as moans cascade from his liquor-slick lips. His head feels heavy, lolling gently from side to side, the room slowly disappearing into a blurred haze. A swallow, and he chokes, throat caught by the stranger's grip. In some other room, some other life, he hears the ricochet of his voice, keens of 'shibal' . It's euphoric, indulging in the weight of his limbs, feeling his body lose strength. A string of spit falls from his lips, body twitching. A cry as his cock jumps, pumping rivulets of cum that splatter against the floor, against his shoes. Eyes drifting shut, his vision allowed to desert him.

Veins sear cold with panic as he gasps himself awake, throat dry and spit thick, he chokes. It takes a moment to stop, sharp inhales and wide eyes swapped for the soft heaving of his chest. Changkyun pulls his sweat-soaked skin from the leather of his sofa with painful sting, legs swinging round till they find the stability of ground. Head in hands, he holds himself, lungs filled with shaky deep breaths.

He should get a new rug. This one has been through too much. Gaze tracing the matted tufts of fur, the "unknown" stains. He stretches his toes; it still feels good against his skin, soft despite everything. A fond scoff escapes as he recalls a flickering memory of Jooheon, film reel crackling. It was maybe 3AM, no more than 4AM. He doesn't remember what they were doing, what they were supposed to be working on. All he remembers is the soft glow as Jooheon laughed, drunkenly swaying at every joke Changkyun told; Johnny Walker, just for Honey. The only time his rug ever felt coarse, felt harsh to the touch, was after his fingertips had drowned in the soft skin of Jooheon's jaw.

He looks away from the floor, reaching for his phone, yanking it from the charger.

10:17AM 8 missed calls Kihyun: 12 messages Instagram: You might know these accounts... monstas: 54 messages

A sigh, eyes scanning through the notifications, weighing options, before landing upon one to open.

>Kihyun [00:12}: Kyun >Kihyun [00:12]: Where the fuck are you >Kihyun [00:15]: It's been four days >Kihyun [00:16]: Again >Kihyun [00:37]: Fucks sake >Kihyun [02:41]: You selfish bastard >Kihyun [02:42]: Just come home >Kihyun [02:42]: Please >Kihyun [05:14]: I don't understand >Kihyun [05:15]: Why won't you come home? >Kihyun [05:15]: We love you. >Kihyun [08:39]: If the next time I see you if to identify your body, I'll never forgive you Changkyun.

Thumbs hover over the letters on screen, twitching towards sentence starts only to abandon them just as fast. His shoulders ache.

>Me [10:23]: im fine

The message begins its journey, bouncing through small animations, small illusions of physic it never gets to complete before Changkyun's screen lights up with a call. He hesitates over the red circle.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

"Studio... just woke up." His voice comes out hoarse, unintentional emphasis to his point.

"I'm coming to get you." He hears the clash of keys, a door slamming. Stairs.

"No. Go- go get yourself a coffee. Or something, I don't know..." Changkyun trails off, hand through his crusted hair.

"What? No. I'm on my way, don't fucking hang up."

"Shit, I need to shower, Ki - my hair's knotted to shit. I'm gonna hang up-" A car door slams shut.

"No." Kihyun snaps. "You take the damn phone in the shower with you if it's that fucking important."

"Fucking hell... What happened to you, Ki?" There's a beat of silence, violent in its desolation. Changkyun's frame crumples, concrete wall of regret crashing from the skies.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO M-"

"Yeah... yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I'm sorry. I-" I know what happened to you. I did. The sentence dies in his throat.

The click of an indicator echoes through the phone.

"Hey, uh. I'm... I'm gonna shower. I'll keep y- I'll keep the phone with me."

"Good."

A knot pulls, ribs caving around the cavern of Changkyun's chest hearing Kihyun's tone so utterly fed up. He feels nauseous.

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yookikisses · 2 years

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I need minhyuk fic where he doesn't act like a brat but all mature bcs come onnn it must be so hawtt 😩👀

#minhyuk #minhyuk monsta x #monsta x #minhyuk smut #minhyuk fluff #monsta x scenario #monsta x reaction

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yuthoe · 2 years

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Hell Week (MONSTA X: Shownu)

i kept forgetting to post this, but i finished it sometime last week. wasn't gonna post it this week either, given the absolute horrid state of the philippines currently because of the elections. i'm sure it's on the news wherever you are. disclaimer just in case you're wondering: i did not vote for the son of the former dictator, ok. i am in need of a distraction from the hellfire that is my country for a minute.

ANYWAY, i'm missing shownu a little more today and figured i should just post this, also to mark it green on my Vampire!AU Collection list. i'm also missing college a little, so here we aaaaare.

PAIRING: Shownu (Son Hyunwoo) x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, general, comedy (or at least, an attempt). WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood & genre-typical injuries; mild profanity. WORD COUNT: 2,200.

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You drop your bag on the empty seat next to you, sucking in a big breath before stretching your arms up and out. Your joints crack and pop, stiff from staying in one position for too long. Before you made your way to the campus’s study hall, you’d been at the dorms, hunched over your laptop as you furiously typed up an essay final due in two hours. Thankfully, you managed to email it to your professor before the deadline, and finally breathed a tired sigh.

One final down, several more to go.

You lean back against the seat, letting your head dangle over the back of it and take a few seconds to clear your mind so you can focus on the next item on the seemingly never-ending list of final outputs and exams.

After your brief meditation session, you begin setting up your laptop and notebooks, spreading it over your side of the table. You plug in your six-year-old laptop in a nearby outlet and turn it on, before digging through your bag for your wallet, intending to grab a sandwich at the stall in the middle of the hall as a snack—the rumbling of your stomach has only gotten louder the longer you delayed your meal.

As you turn, wallet in hand, you spot your groupmate ambling towards your table. He raises a hand in greeting, and hooks both thumbs in the straps of his backpack as he walks.

You’ve been in the same group as Son Hyunwoo since the beginning of the semester. Surprisingly, no matter how many group changes and blind draws happened in the class of 30 students, you two always got stuck together. You don’t mind—Hyunwoo may be quiet, but he is a hard worker and very detail-oriented. Many of your reports have been saved by him noticing something you’d overlooked and quickly revising it.

Plus, he’s not bad to look at, either.

“Hey,” Hyunwoo says as he walks past to the other side of the table. He brings out a sleek laptop and places it opposite yours. Next to come out of the backpack are his notebooks and a couple of thick reference books.

“Hi,” you reply. “I’ll just grab a snack real quick.”

He nods an affirmative, quiet as always, and takes a seat.

You try to sneak a glance at him as you walk to the stall, but there really isn’t much to see—Hyunwoo is fully concentrated on his laptop, full lips pursed in thought as he reads and types.

While you wait for the lady behind the counter to finish preparing your sandwich, you make the decision to make an effort to get to know your groupmate a little more. You know the basics: Hyunwoo is 27 years old, he’s a graduate student, and he’s taking this slash course because it’s the only class that fits into his schedule. But apart from that, you don’t really know anything about him, despite being groupmates for five months. It might be futile to try to make an effort now when the semester is ending (and in the middle of Hell Week, too), but… it’s worth a shot, right?

Hyunwoo is already typing away when you finally return to the table, the sandwich in one hand and a bottle of extra strong coffee you picked up at the adjacent vending machine in the other.

As you settle in your seat, Hyunwoo peeks from behind his laptop and says, “What’d you get?”

Mildly surprised, you answer, “Oh uh… I think this is the chicken pesto sub? I don’t eat at this stall much, so I’m not really sure how it tastes.”

But he just nods, lips puckering as he looks at the wrapped food. “It’s good. The chicken is soft and they put a lot of garlic in the pesto.”

“Ooh, that’s great then; I like my pesto strong,” you say as you crack open the coffee and take a swig. The taste of sweet caffeine and milk flow through your tongue, and you cringe a bit before smacking your lips. “Mm, that’s sweet.”

Hyunwoo smiles as he goes back to typing on your shared document. “Do you not like sweet coffee?”

“Meh,” you say, taking another drink. “I can drink sweet coffee, but the stronger the better, I say.” Hyunwoo chuckles—it’s nice and deep, sends goosebumps up your arm.

You set the bottle aside and unwrap part of the sandwich. There is no rush—it’s only 7PM and the deadline is at 11:59. With the two of you working on the unfinished parts of the output, you should be done with it by then. For now, you eat your long-overdue lunch and relax.

Your groupmate doesn’t mind working alone while you eat; you’d asked him an hour before if it’s okay that you eat something before thrusting yourself into work, and he just replied with a sure, and nothing else. So he taps away on the notebook that looks way too small for his huge hands, occasionally asking you questions about what the outcomes of the test studies of the products are, survey response statistics, and food.

“There’s this Pakistani restaurant nearby I’ve been wanting to try,” you say, taking another bite of the sandwich. You chew for a few seconds and say, “I can never find the time to go, or someone to go with though. One of my friends has eaten there and she said they serve huge portions.”

“This is the one near the mall across the street, right?” Hyunwoo asks as he rummages in his bag for water. “I’ve been there with my roommates. Food’s really good.” He finally brings out a big blue Hydro Flask and unscrews the cap, taking a swig. “We can swing around after finishing this, if you want. I think they’re open until midnight.”

The offer startles you and you almost choke on the last bite of the sandwich. You cough and clear your throat, thumping your chest and reaching for your coffee.

"Sorry," Hyunwoo says after you've calmed down, thick brows furrowed over worried eyes. "You can just pretend I didn't say anything."

You shake your head wildly. "No, no! It's totally fine," you say. "I was actually trying to figure out an excuse to get to know you better…"

Hyunwoo hums. "The secret is food," he says quietly, taking out another tumbler from his bag, this one clear and filled with a red juice. "Whenever my roommates want me to do something, they always bribe me with food."

You laugh, balling up the paper wrapper of the sandwich and setting it aside. "Got it," you say, and chug the rest of the coffee. "Let's finish this so we can eat at that Pakistani place before it closes, shall we?"

With a nod from the man across from you, the next three-and-a-half hours are filled with furious typing, occasional questions to each other, and a few bathroom breaks.

Finally, after reading through the mock business model report one last time and catching any missed typos, you save the document and email it to your professor.

"And done!" you exclaim, shooting your arms up in freedom, and groan as you stretch your stiff limbs. "God, two down and five more things to go! I don't know how I'm gonna survive the next two weeks."

"You'll be fine," Hyunwoo says as he closes his laptop and breathes out a sigh. He takes a sip from the clear tumbler with the juice. The thick liquid sloshes around in the bottle like those pureed fruit concentrates. "Seeing as you just finished two requirements in one day, you're doing well already."

You snort a laugh. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Hyunwoo, but I crammed the essay I was finishing earlier, and the reason I didn't lose my mind with this report was because you did most of the work." You begin packing your things, getting up only to unplug the laptop charger, and then plopping back down on your seat.

Hyunwoo waves a hand, dismissing the compliment. "Not a big deal. I'm just trying to pull my weight. Besides, you guys made and tested all the prototypes. All I can do is interpret the data." He unscrews the lid off the tumbler and downs the rest of the juice in one gulp. He smacks his lips and shudders, looking more energized.

You nod at the cup, noting the residue stuck to the inside. "What drink is that? Is it like a protein shake or something?"

Shownu visibly stiffens, eyes slowly moving to the cup still in his hand. “It’s. Yeah, a protein shake. I think it’s cherry?”

“Oohh, can I take a whiff of it? I’ve been looking for powders that don’t smell like grass or medicine.”

“I was wrong, it’s strawberry,” he deflects.

“I like strawberry, too.”

“No, I think it’s apple, actually.” Hyunwoo is clutching the tumbler so tightly that it looks like it’s about to crack and break. His face is blank, but the nervousness is easy to see. You debate on a reply for a second before following your caffeine-addled brain.

“You know you’re a terrible liar, right?”

Hyunwoo switches expressions from surprise, offense, and finally dejection in a span of two seconds. “My roommates tell me that a lot,” he says softly, screwing the lid back onto the tumbler and stuffing it in his bag; you think you see hairline fractures in the plastic. "And it's not a protein shake. Actually, I don't think you want to know what it is, it's pretty gross."

You snort. "Try me. There's less things that gross me out than some suspicious liquid that looks like a kid went ham with slime and food color."

Hyunwoo purses his lips again, seemingly debating what to tell you. Finally, he shakes his head. "My roommates will not be happy with this at all."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Hyunwoo," you backtrack quickly. "I'm really curious about it, but if you feel uncomfortable, I can just let it go."

"No, it's all right," he says quickly. "It's hard keeping it a secret, and seeing as I want to have a better relationship with you, it would have come up soon anyway."

You blink once. Twice. "Were you always this blunt?"

A corner of his lips quirks up. "You bring it out of me I guess." He digs into his backpack again and pulls out the clear tumbler, unscrews the lid and holds the cup out to you.

Wordlessly, you take it in both hands, bringing it up to your nose and carefully sniffing the residue. Immediately, a tangy, metallic scent wafts up your nose and you cringe back. "Is this… blood?"

You look at Hyunwoo, but he avoids your gaze. "It's… yeah. It's blood." He holds out his hand for the tumbler and you return it. "I can understand if you find it weird and don't want to see me after this—,"

"I mean," you interrupt, continuing to pack your stuff away. "It's weird, but there are some cultures that eat like, dishes made out of blood, right? So it's not that odd." You roll up your charger cable as you talk. "Do you have anemia?"

Through your short speech, Hyunwoo had been following your movements with his brows furrowed. Now, he's struggling to find words. "I—...? Anemia?"

"Yeah, are you iron-deficient? Like you need iron supplements and need to eat liver and blood?"

"Iron—wait, what? No, I'm not anemic." He takes a deep breath. "I'm a vampire."

You stop all movement, staying still for a second. And then your head whips towards him. "No shit?" you say, excited "Like really? You're not playing with me?"

"Uh, no? I'm being dead serious." He shakes his head and holds a hand up. "Wait, hold on, though—you're not freaked out?"

You just shrug. "I read a lot of vampire fiction when I was a teen. Still do sometimes. I kinda always thought vampires are real, like mermaids. Sounds childish of me, but you can't really know if something doesn't exist unless you find definitive proof, right?"

Hyunwoo just blinks at you. "You're… You're not afraid?"

You laugh. "No, why would I be? Being a vampire sounds cool—I mean, obviously not everything about it is nice, but the concept is cool, at least." You stand and hike a strap of your bag over your shoulder; Hyunwoo does the same and you start walking to the stairs.

Your friend hums. "I guess it is pretty cool. If you don't count the violent thirst every couple weeks. And the not aging bit—although that has its perks, too." He watches you toss your trash in the designated bins, and keeps in step with you down the stairs.

"Exactly! You see—totally cool, right?" you say. You toss the other strap of your bag over your shoulder. "Since you told me this, you don't mind me asking you questions about your thing, right?"

He shakes his head. "Can't promise I can answer them all, but sure."

"Great! Be prepared for a hounding at the restaurant, Hyunwoo."

Hyunwoo smiles down at you, eyes crinkling up in amusement. "Bring it on."

#kdiarynet #monsta x #monsta x shownu #monsta x shownu scenario #monsta x shownu imagine #monsta x scenario #monsta x imagine #shownu scenario #shownu imagine #fic: mine #fic: shownu #fic: not spicy #theme: vamp col

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Notices You Having Trouble Walking The Morning After ~ Monsta X Reaction

Shownu:

“What’s happened? What’s wrong?” The groan that came from you as you stood up from the bed immediately woke Hyunwoo up, snapping upright and looking across at you.

Your hands rested over your stomach as you tried your best to ease the pain that you felt. “I told you that you were being too rough last night,” you scolded, not quite knowing what to do.

“Doesn’t this feel like the old days?”

Your eyes widened as Hyunwoo spoke, “this is not the time for reminiscing Hyunwoo, we’ve got lunch with my parents, I can’t show up walking like this to meet them.”

“At least they’ll know you’re well taken care of,” Hyunwoo smirked, “that’s important.”

Your head immediately shook at him, “I don’t want my parents knowing anything about what we did last night, and they won’t want to know either.”

“The table isn’t booked until one,” he reminded you, “why don’t you let me run you a bath? We used to do that, and it helped.”

You nodded back at him, “if the pain doesn’t go, you’ve got to help me think of an excuse.”

“I think your walk explains itself Y/N.”

Minhyuk:

“Are you still in bed?” Minhyuk sniggered as he walked back up the stairs after finishing his meeting online, noticing you tucked under the duvet. “You can’t stay there all day.”

Your head nodded in reply to Minhyuk as he sat down at the bottom of the bed. “I did try to get up, but it really hurt Minhyuk. There is no way that I’m leaving this spot unless I really have to.”

“Why does it hurt just to stand?”

A quizzical expression formed on your face, but Minhyuk was clueless. “Do you remember anything of what happened last night?” You asked as his smile dropped.

“I made you unable to walk,” he proudly remarked, “I thought that was just a joke.”

Your head shook as you still felt the pain linger from where you’d tried to walk, “I’m definitely not joking about how much this is hurting me right now.”

“I would say sorry, but I don’t think I am,” Minhyuk shyly admitted, “I’m feeling a little bit smug, is that allowed right now?”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him, “even if I tell you no, you’ll still be smug.”

“I’m a guy, can you blame me?”

Kihyun:

“Y/N, let me help you,” Kihyun called out to you as he watched you take small steps around the bedroom, feeling slightly sorry knowing that he was the reason for your struggle.

Your head shook as you tried your best to walk through it and hope that it would ease. “You could have helped me last night by not being so rough,” you smartly replied to him.

“I didn’t hear you saying no.”

Your eyes rolled as Kihyun smugly replied to you as well. “I didn’t think that saying yes would leave me walking like this,” you huffed, staring across at him on the bed.

“I can help you,” Kihyun reminded you, “maybe I could get you a hot water bottle?”

Your head shook once again, “I can’t show up at work with a hot water bottle wrapped around me, they’ll all be asking questions first of all.”

“That’s alright, you can just tell them all that you’ve got a boyfriend that knows his way around the bedroom,” Kihyun sniggered.

Your eyes widened straight away, “you’d get a kick out of me doing that, wouldn’t you?”

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Hyungwon:

“Are you alright?” Hyungwon laughed as he watched you stand up from the bed, needing to take a moment to steady yourself at the surprising pain that you felt. “Do you need a hand?”

Your head shook as you turned back to Hyungwon laid on the bed, offering him a reassuring smile too. “Just a little bit achy, that’s all,” you replied, not wanting to give anything away to Hyungwon.

“Are you sure that you just ache?”

You took a few small steps forwards, biting down on your bottom lip to try and ignore the pain that you felt. “Just need to wake up, that’s all,” you murmured to yourself.

“Wake up from last night?” Hyungwon enquired, “I feel a little bit responsible here Y/N.”

Your eyes looked back to Hyungwon once again, “I’m not giving you the satisfaction of knowing this pain is from you last night,” you quickly told him.

“Why don’t you just let me give you a hand to where you want to go until your legs wake up?” Hyungwon offered, “it’s my fault.”

Your hand raised to stop him nearing you, “I think you’ve done enough already.”

“I definitely did plenty last night.”

Jooheon:

“What about if you just told them that you were under the weather?” Jooheon asked you as he watched you struggle to get yourself dressed in order to get yourself to work.

Your head shook, despite the wide smile that was on Jooheon’s face. “Sick days are for when you’re sick, they’ll know that I’m lying when they hear in my voice that I’m absolutely fine.”

“Why don’t you let me ring for you?”

The corners of your smile turned up as Jooheon spoke. “Stop encouraging me to take the day off,” you scolded, watching as Jooheon’s shoulders shrugged back at you.

“I can take care of you,” he reminded you, “it’s the least that I can do after last night.”

You looked around the bedroom, still feeling plenty of pain. “If I take the day off, are you going to take the day off to be here with me?”

“In a heartbeat,” Jooheon quickly told you, “you’re not sick, but you’re in pain, aren’t those basically just the same things anyway?”

Your eyes rolled back at him, “you’ve got all of this thought out, haven’t you?”

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

I.M:

“There you are,” Changkyun smiled as he heard the bedroom door open, letting go of a quiet laugh though as he watched you walking in. “Why are you walking like you’re in pain?”

You shot a glare across at Changkyun as soon as he finished speaking. “You can wipe that smug smirk off of your face straight away Im Changkyun, you know why I’m walking like I’m in pain.”

“Was last night that much for you?”

You quickly reached out, relieved to hold onto the frame of the bed for support. “I have to go to work this morning and look at the state of me to go in too.”

“You’ve got an hour,” Changkyun reminded you, “at least let me get you some pain relief.”

A sigh came from you as he stood up from the bed, “I’m going to need more than pain relief to get rid of this pain. I’ll be the talk of the office.”

“I’m sure all of your colleagues have done the walk of shame into the office before,” Changkyun tried his best to assure you.

Your eyes quickly let him know that he had failed though, “I’ve got a reputation.”

“Yeah, that you have a great boyfriend.”

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be with you | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

// i was editing this to repost, but sometimes i just like to keep writing onto things that were supposed to just be drabbles.... so i wrote more to this one to make detailed and spicy. hehe hope you like it <3

When the week has been long and the stresses that overwhelm him have taken their toll, he loves nothing more than coming home to see you dressed up in an outfit that leaves close to nothing to the imagination. Your body against the soft sheets of the bed, inviting him closer while he tugs on a tie that had suddenly begun to suffocate him at just the sight of you. Your half-lidded eyes beg him to join you, to allow you to love him, pamper him, tend to his needs as he settles against the bed with his head hanging low from exhaustion.

“Baby,” you coo, positioning yourself on your knees to ease closer, loving arms wrapping around his neck from behind. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

The words are what he needs to hear most, eyes closing while allowing you to caress his shoulders tense with the frustrations that have been piling up. You lean closer, mouth drawing near his ear to nip at the sensitive lobe playfully, earning a groan in return while the tie he has been fidgeting with slips to the floor.

“Sweetheart,” he exhales the sweet name in a raspy tone, gentle fingers gripping the wrist resting on his shoulder to pull you closer, turning his face to meet your eyes, “you’re too good to me.”

Hiding your grin becomes difficult when he offers such praise, taking the moment to instead press your lips to his own needing affection in the gentlest forms when stress fills him. Your mouth lingers against his, burning the feeling of his skin on yours in your mind for the time being, loving how soft he could feel against you when you need him just the same.

“You deserve it,” you admit honestly after pulling away, hand reaching to begin popping a few buttons of his dress shirt loose. Your words are true, remembering all the times he went out of his way to care for you, pamper you, spoil you senseless. Giving your all to someone that has given even more is never difficult. “You take care of me when I need it most, so tonight I’m going to care for you.”

He has no intentions to protest, knowing he desires your love just as much, allowing you to take your time unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his bare chest after a few moments. Reaching to touch, fingertips graze over his heart, soft skin against your own, down his chest, teasing his stomach, noticing his muscles tense beneath your flesh before you reach to tug on the buckle of his belt.

Naturally, he falls back, body hitting the softness of clean linens and inviting you to straddle him while focusing on your task. His hands run through his hair, eyes never leaving you while watching you undress him, taking in the sight of you pulling on his belt before fumbling with the buttons and zipper of his slacks. A soft groan here and there fills the room whenever your hands brush over his hardening length, his need for release evident in the reaction to your most simple of touches.

“I want to make you feel good,” you confess after positioning his clothing to where only his briefs cover the thick, needy arousal bulging through a flimsy fabric. “I waited all week to be able to show you just how much you mean to me.”

“Sweetheart,” he repeats, calling for you to crawl up his body to reach his awaiting lips. The feeling of his skin against yours once more as he shows his appreciation through soft kisses has a shiver crawling down your spine, goosebumps forming over your skin and an ache settling between your legs.

The way his hands find your thighs on each side of him, gripping you tight to claim what is his, causes moans and whimpers to release against his flesh, electrifying both of your bodies. Once your hips begin to rock against him, slow enough to draw out a groan from deep within his chest, it only adds to the bliss, the anticipation, the excitement of having one another again after such a long week.

Gaining confidence, your kisses trail from his mouth to his jaw, pressing your lips over and over until you lower to his neck. Teeth scraping softly against his skin work him up enough to begin pushing his hips into you, allowing you to feel between your thighs just how much his composure begins to wear thin. He needs this, and he needs you.

“Patience, baby,” you giggle between kisses down his chest, smirking against his skin. The words only earn another groan, the second time out of a pure need to have you. “I need to make sure I take my time and ease all of your worries, tension, and stress.” By the time you're finished, your hands end up on his stiff length, teasing him through cotton to receive a gentle buck of his hips.

“I want to feel you, sweetheart,” he mutters, eyes closing and head falling back against the bed, “I want you to ride me.”

His words cause your heart to pound twice as hard, stomach filling with butterflies at how much the man before you desires your attention. Carefully, you ease off the bed, earning his gaze once again from the lack of your presence, until his teeth sink into his plump, bottom lip once your fingers hook into the straps of your lacy panties.

“I know, baby,” you tell him, hips swaying from side to side, teasing him with the sight of you removing your risque attire you wore only for him. As your panties pool around your feet, you reach behind you, turning toward him the moment your fingers unhook the clasp of your bra, peeking over your shoulder at the way his eyes lower to study the curve of your ass. You couldn’t help but to giggle, enjoying putting on the playful striptease for the moment.

But you knew it wouldn’t take much for him to lose control after you slipped the fabric from your shoulders, dropping the bra to the floor with a flick of your wrist, only for him to grip you by the hips and pull you closer with a squeak from your lips. Even though him pulling you against his body on the bed catches you off guard, you can’t say you’re surprised when his fingertips begin to brush over every curve of bare skin, finally getting to experience how good you feel in his hands before you would ease the tension of a stressful week.

Before you would love him, tend to his needs, and show him how much he means to you. There’s no better feeling than being needed by the one you need most. Being desired. Being craved.

He makes it clear as you ease down onto his length, slower than he would like because he’s already so worked up. Every inch further into your heat earns a breathy groan, but his eyes never leave your body. His gaze explores you just as his hands had. The pressure of feeling so full of him gets the better of you in an instant, bracing yourself with palms on his stomach.

“Ride my cock, baby,” he growls, hands tightening at your waist, “use me to feel good.”

Heat barrels into your chest from below at his words. He’s still thinking of you even though this night was supposed to be for him, yet you do as he says. You ride him just how you like, hitting the spots that make your legs tremble and from the look in his eyes you’re confident he loves it just as much. Loves seeing you on top of him, loves seeing the way your face twists as the pleasure takes hold.

“God, you feel so good inside me.” You’re not shy to give it right back, loving the noises he makes at any mention of how good he can make you feel. You rock against him a little faster, creating a delicious friction of skin against skin that has heat engulfing your body. You begin to shake from how deep he feels in this position, almost too much to handle as he begins pushing his hips into you from below.

The familiar tug and warmth begins to take hold of your body. Every motion euphoric as you ride him to bliss, so overwhelmed while he whispers encouragements beneath you.

“That’s my girl,” he groans, thrusting into you to match your rhythm. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”

His words mixed with the bliss have you crying out his name. The first wave of pleasure bursts through you without warning, body doubling over to fall right into his arms. He holds you tight as you ride out the high, whimpering softly through the bliss, hips slowing but still feeling his long, deep thrusts beneath you. You’re shaking in his hold as you begin to come down, knowing watching you get off was as needed to him as his own release.

Panting against his skin while he massages your back softly, slowly, you recover from the pleasure in no time. Once he senses you’re coming down, he gently guides your body to the body to slip between your legs.

“Use me,” you whisper while repeating his own words, watching the surprise in his eyes. “Use my body however you like, and then come inside me.”

His nostrils flare as a deep groan builds in his chest, jaw tightening like he’s been starved forever. While he’s taking in your words, you guide him back toward your sensitive, dripping pussy. Taking him by the base of his cock and the other hand on his hip, you ease the tip inside of you, rising until he pushes himself all the way in. A gasp fills the room, suddenly so full of him again and so tender from coming hard.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his lips, inviting him so delicately to take all his stress, worries, and tension out on you. “Please…”

“God, sweetheart,” he growls, thrusting into you with a snap of his hips to earn another gasp, “you don’t know what you do to me.”

He rolls his body into you, thrusting himself deep and hard into your aching pussy. Your hips match his motion, arms wrapping around him to pull him close. Flesh against flesh, he fucks you just like that, getting lost in the moment, rhythm growing faster, harder, faster… until you’re crying out from pleasure all over again. He grunts, and groans, and tells you how good it feels, how wet you are, how you are all his.

Until he suddenly pulls away from you, falling back on his knees with a grip on your hips. He pulls your body up, one leg resting against his chest, the other fallen to the bed to give him the perfect view of his cock soaked in your juices slipping in and out of your cunt. He watches himself ease into you, taking things slower, drawing out the moment, then pulling back out to where only the tip is still inside.

“Fuck, baby,” he exhales, one hand coming down on your mouth while his thumb toys with your clit. “I want to see you come again.”

You shiver at his words, not sure if you’re capable considering how overwhelming your first orgasm was while riding him.

“I don’t think I can…” you tell him honestly. Neither of you have ever been scared to speak your minds when you’re together, always feeling so comfortable and safe with one another. Conversations in the bedroom come as naturally as if they were over dinner, and you know you never have to shy away from him.

“You can give me another, sweetheart.” He speaks gently while rocking his hips so softly it eases you into complete relaxation. He glides into you with a slow motion, settling there for a few seconds before pulling away. The thumb against your clit already has your legs shaking, sensitivity turning into full blown need once again. “Relax, concentrate. Focus on my cock in your sweet little pussy, baby. Feel my playing with your clit. Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Y-Yes…” Your eyes close, doing as he says and only paying attention to the sensation of him filling you over and over, the way he plays with your clit, how he tenderly strokes your thigh with his free hand. “It always… feels this good.” Your body melts into the bed, loving his slow, deep strokes of his cock and the easy way he plays with your clit. He has you aching between your legs in no time, the desire for release building with every second that passes.

“It looks so fucking hot, too,” he groans, watching himself disappear inside of you once again. “God, baby, you’re so wet and I’m so fucking hard right now for you. You’re so beautiful like this, all spread out just needing me to fuck you.”

A surge of warmth barrels through you. You react to his words by squeezing yourself around him, so turned on once again, so hot and ready to come.

“I love my girl like this,” he continues, picking up the pace a little, thrusting a little harder, circling your clit a little faster. “You’re such a good girl, baby. Come for me again.”

You’re gone by the time he stops speaking. The heat floods your body from between your thighs, the tension he so carefully built with his words and snapping as you cry out for him. Your body shakes as the pleasure takes hold, barely feeling him come closer to press himself against you. You ride out the bliss as his hips snap quick, desperate thrusts into you, fucking you fast, and hard until you’re both panting and gasping.

You come undone in each other’s arms, moans and whimpers filling the space. He spills inside of you, another wave of heat rushing through you until you can no longer think straight. His forehead falls to your own, riding out the bliss together before your bodies slow and it all becomes too overwhelming.

He pulls away to catch his breath, but he doesn’t let you go. He guides you to curl up next to him a moment before you both shower and clean each other up. His arm wraps around your body with your head in his neck, listening to each other’s breaths until they return to normal. Your body is spent from getting off twice, and his eyes are heavy after finally letting off steam after a long week.

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, turning to press his lips to your forehead, “you’re too good to me.”

His words make you smile, running a hand up and down his chest as you fit so perfectly against him.

“You spoil me,” you reply, offering a tired giggle. Now he’s the one smiling, placing another kiss, but against your lips this time. “Spoil me in the shower?” you suggest, making a full blown laugh bellow from this chest this time.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, and you know there’s nowhere you would rather be after a long week than with him.

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joo-hng · 2 years

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[01:43]

He always thought love was a black and white kind of deal. Either you love someone, or don’t.

Yet here lies, a lost man in the midst of cloudy thoughts and temperamental emotions, so desperately yearning for a reason to loathe the one who loves to hate him back.

He cups her chin in his palm with the lightest touch, a far cry to how he was possessively pulling her body to his just a few minutes before. His thumb caresses her flushed cheek, his voice so low that even he is afraid to hear what he is about to ask, “Let me change your mind, will you?”

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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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bad news, good news

pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 2.9K summary: after a breakup, you find yourself in the company of your self-proclaimed nemesis. you know as well as anyone that you two don’t get along, but your bodies have something different in mind. genre/themes: smut, pwp, slight dom!Hyungwon, slight brat! reader, enemies2lovers, college au, frat au, 18+ adults only plz.

a/n: moving over from parttimestan :)

With your brow furrowed, you pushed your way through the crowd of drunk students, eyes scanning for your roommate. This particular frat house was pretty high on the list of places that you never wanted to be. Up until recently, it held the number one spot, but since you and your ex-boyfriend had just broken up, his frat now outranked Mu Chi on your list of hated things.

“Ayo!” a voice rang out from your left, drawing your attention. You sighed at the sight of Im Changkyun, your microbiology lab partner.

“Hi Changkyun,” you smiled, waving awkwardly at him.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you outside of class.”

“Oh yeah,” you blinked. While a very nice guy, you really didn’t know him well enough to carry on a conversation outside of class, so you were surprised at this statement.

“Johnny’s not upset that you’re here?” Changkyun scratched the back of his head.

“Ah, we broke up,” you shrugged, face growing hot with embarrassment. Not that you had anything to be embarrassed about, he was the one who’d been caught with his pants down, metaphorically and literally.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Changkyun said and he sounded quite sincere. “Want a shot?” he offered helpfully.

“Oh sure, what the hell,” you laughed, shrugging. “Will you help me find my roommate afterwards though?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, gesturing for you to follow him. He led you into the kitchen where the alcohol was and poured two shots of tequila. “Bottoms up,” he laughed and you both downed your shots of liquor.

“That’s foul,” you laugh, the burning sensation warming the pit of your belly.

“I know,” Changkyun grimaces before his eyes flit to the doorway.

“Well, well, well,” a teasing voice reaches your ears and your lip practically curls upon recognition. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

You turn to see the person that you have come to think of as your nemesis. Hyungwon stands tall in the doorway, peering down at you with a playful grin. You narrow your eyes at him petulantly, cursing how his height always gave him the upper hand when it came to teasing you.

“Hey asshole,” you laugh wryly, not in the mood to fight. “I’m just trying to find my roommate,” you explain, trying to sneak under his arm, but he manages to block you. You blink at the obstruction, when did he get so sturdy?

“Cat got your tongue?” Hyungwon teases.

“Are you always so full of shit?” you finally take the bait, temper flaring as you hit him on the chest. You briefly marvel at the new bulk that’s there, but only briefly. “You’re such a pain in the ass and I’m not in the fucking mood. I’m looking for Naeun,” you huff, pushing his arm out of the way and starting your search anew. As you search, you fail to notice Hyungwon ducking his head to listen to Changkyun explain something.

“Naeun!” you call excitedly when you finally find her hanging out in some frat brother’s room.

“Ah, YN!” she smiles happily, standing up from the bed.

“Don’t worry, I’m not cockblocking you,” you reassure the troubled looking young man. “I’m just heading out, just wanted to let you know and see if you need anything,” you wink at your roommate.

“No, I think I’m good,” she flushes, “I’ll see you later?”

“Okay,” you laugh, “Call me if you need, okay?”

She nods and you leave the pair to their own devices. Back in the crowd, you contemplate a shot for the road. It probably wasn’t the soundest decision that you could make, but part of you wanted to let loose and stop thinking about Johnny for just a second, so you made your way back to the kitchen. You made quick work of another tequila before leaving the booming frat house to walk home.

“Hey hey hey, does the lady need escorting?” an all too familiar voice joins you from behind and you don’t need to turn around to know it’s Hyungwon again.

“No, she does not,” you roll your eyes at him, though you don’t protest too much at the company. As you walk quietly, Hyungwon regards you intently. Part of him wanted to grab you and pull you into himself for comfort, but that wasn’t really the nature of your relationship after all.

“Well, I’m here,” you announce and gesture to your building. “Thanks for the company, I guess.”

“Sure,” Hyungwon nods, voice slightly graveling after not talking for so long. “Hey, I heard that you and Johnny broke up,” he speaks again, catching your elbow slightly.

“Oh yeah,” you grimace, fixing him with a curious stare.

“Chin up, yeah? You’re too good for that guy anyways,” he says, catching your chin with his long fingers.

You don’t expect the way that your pulse quickens at his touch and you certainly didn’t expect the way his eyes search your face, now upturned towards his. Your expression is slightly confused and you can’t help the way your eyes flit momentarily to his lips.

“Um, what’s happening now?” you find yourself asking and Hyungwon rolls his eyes at you.

“Go inside,” he laughs softly, warm breath grazing your lips. He smells like whiskey and mint and you’re overcome with the urge to fall into him. Instead, you step back and wave at him before entering your building.

As the elevator doors close, you let out a long exhale, feeling thoroughly confused about what had just occurred. Hyungwon, who had been a thorn in your side since your intro to philosophy class. If you said up, he said down; if you referred to Kierkegaard, he cited Kant. For as long as you’d known him, your primary concern had been getting away from him. This newfound desire to be wrapped up in his arms was very concerning, you must be getting sick.

…

The following weekend, you found yourself at Mu Chi again with Naeun. Apparently she and Kihyun had hit it off and this was becoming your new home base. You pursed your lips as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hey YN,” the couch sank slightly as a new body sat down next to you. You turned to see an unfamiliar face.

“Do I know you?” you asked, searching your brain for a name.

“Nah, but I know Johnny,” he answered simply, “Name’s Mark.”

“Ah, nice to meet you,” smile with your lips only.

“Shitty what happened,” he remarks.

“Yeah, kind of,” you shrugged, unsure whose side he was really on. “Sorry, how do you know Johnny again?”

Hyungwon entered the party fray, having just finished up a shower. His still damp hair hung in his line of sight, but it didn’t stop his gaze from zeroing in on you, on the couch, talking to Mark. His jaw clenched, but he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer. As Mark regaled you with his history with Johnny, you noticed Hyungwon’s figure moving to the kitchen.

“Ah, my friend’s here!” you pipe up, interrupting Mark. You wave at him before heading towards the kitchen, relieved at the reprieve. Hyungwon eyes you as you enter. The two of you are not alone, but with the way his gaze burns into you, you might as well be.

“What?” you finally ask.

“Nothing, just didn’t expect to see you here again,” he shrugs, his white t-shirt rippling with the movement. Your chest tightens as you notice how it’s slightly sheer and your brain decides that it absolutely needs to search for the outline of his torso right this moment.

“I wouldn’t be, if it weren’t for Naeun. I guess she and Kiki are a thing now,” you smile, eyes still glued to his chest.

“Yeah, he’s smitten or whatever,” Hyungwon smirks, following your gaze. He pushes himself off the counter and saunters towards you. You barely notice until he lifts your chin up with a finger. “Eyes up here,” he teases, ego inflating at your hungry gaze.

“But I think I like it better down here,” you tease, trailing your index finger around the base of his sternum. You thrill at the way the tendons in his neck flex, confirming that you’re not the only affected party. “Where’s your room?” you stand on your tiptoes to ask.

“Up the stairs, second door on the left,” he whispers, tugging gently on your hair. “Wait for me, I’ll be up in a second.”

Nerves creeping in slightly, you slink up the stairs, feeling like some sort of criminal. There’s nothing wrong with what’s happening, but for some reason you feel acutely embarrassed. You count the doors and let yourself into Hyungwon’s room. You’re hit by the pleasantly minty scent that you had caught a waft of last week and it makes you feel cozy.

You check out the trinkets and books on his desk and can’t help but realize how intimate it feels to be in this room without him. You grin at a small framed photo of him and his parents and you don’t even notice him entering the room until he’s standing behind you with his chin resting atop your head.

“Having fun?” he laughs, grasping your wrist to take a look at the old photo himself. Your heart races and you shake your head.

“I’m going nuts,” you sigh, leaning back into him.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he murmurs, taking your sigh as reluctance.

“No,” you shake your head simply at him before pulling him down on your lips. You’re not exactly sure where your sense of urgency is coming from, but it overtakes you and has you tugging desperately at his shirt as he backs you towards the bed. Your knees fold when you hit the mattress and you fall back. Hyungwon towers over you and in a flash, his gaze darkens.

“You’re so needy,” he laughs down at you and you’re almost embarrassed at the way you nod anxiously at his statement. “Want me?” he teases, learning forward to trail his fingertips along your inner thigh.

“Use your words,” he coaxes after you nod wordlessly.

“Yes, want you,” you vocalize and he grins, patting you condescendingly on the cheek.

His expression grows stern as he stands back up, moving to take a seat in his chair. You sit up, a little confused at the change in pace.

“Undress for me,” Hyungwon instructs, leaning back to watch you.

“I-,” you swallow. His domineering tone thrills you, but you feel frozen in place.

“I wouldn’t make me ask twice,” he warns you, but the twinkle in his eye makes you want to test him.

“Isn’t that your job?” you ask, running your tongue across your teeth and raising your brows expectantly.

“I always knew you’d be a fucking brat,” Hyungwon curses, reaching forward to pull your across his lap. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in orientation, but more so at his admission that he had thought of you in this way before. Both realizations send a zing through your core and you clench, suddenly feeling very empty.

“Count for me,” he instructs and you let out a squeak of surprise at the first impact.

“Hyungwon!” you gasp breathlessly between the fourth and fifth spanks and your toes curl at the way you can feel his hardness pressing into your stomach. Hyungwon can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when he hears you calling him like that, so clearly aroused just for him.

“Good girl,” he brings his hand down to rub your stinging cheeks soothingly. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs and you’re surprised at the pleasure that curls up in the pit of your stomach. “You’re soaked,” he marvels as his long fingers trace you through the fabric of your panties and tights.

“Are you that needy for me?” he needles at you and you throw a dirty look at him over your shoulder. He cocks an eyebrow at you, “You’re pretty bold for someone who’s laid out and leaking all over my lap.”

Your jaw drops and you flush, truly wordless. Hyungwon smirks and returns his attention to teasing and rubbing you through your panties. You squirm, aching and desperate for more.

“Hyungwon!” you finally break, turning wide eyes towards him, “Will you finger me, please?” you ask sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Fucking hell,” he groans before tugging your panties and tights down around your knees. When you look at him like that, he can’t think of much that he wouldn’t indulge you in. Licking his lips, he strokes his fingertips between your glistening folds and you buck at the contact.

“Fuck!” you squeal, lifting your hips slightly, trying to create even just a little more friction. Hyungwon’s long fingers stroke your slick folds, but don’t go beyond teasing your entrance and you feel as if you might genuinely combust. You let out a cry of desperation before you feel his fingers stroke into you deeply. Your eyes roll back as you relish the sensation of being filled. His long fingers work in and out of you diligently and you can feel yourself leaking down towards your knees. “So good, please,” you blabber unintelligibly as he pushes you towards the edge.

“So fucking wet for me,” he marvels, his erection straining painfully against his pants, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Ideally, he’d like you to cum several times before he does.

“Hyungwon!” your voice grows slightly frantic as you grab a fistful of carpet and your walls clench around his fingers. “I’m gonna-, can I?” you ask.

“Fuck yes, good girl, cum for me,” Hyungwon growls, seeing red when you ask him so politely for permission. Curling his fingers just slightly, he pulls one loud orgasm from you as the music from downstairs continues to beat throughout the house.

“God damn,” you murmur after he guides you to his bed and you curl up under the sheets. He climbs in behind you and pulls you against his chest with a smile.

“How was that?” he asks, stroking your hair softly.

“You’re into some kinky shit!” you tease playfully, but you both know it’s the pot calling the kettle black.

“You think you have more in you?” he asks while one fingertip strokes the underside of your breast thoughtlessly. You nod shyly and Hyungwon laughs, dipping his head to nibble gently on your neck. You arch slightly, pressing your ass against his prominent erection and grind gently. You hear him hiss and fumble to take off his pants.

“Whoa, I-,” you’re shocked when you reach back to grab it. Granted your hands weren’t nearly as big as Hyungwon’s, but your fingertips barely encircled his girth.

“I can’t wait to make it fit,” he whispers in your ear, hips bucking against your grip. Your eyes widen, but desire curls deliciously in your belly again.

“Make me take it, like a good girl?” you ask.

“Greedy,” he nips at your earlobe as you guide him into you. Your jaw drops as you stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” you both sigh as he bottoms out.

“You’re so tight,” Hyungwon grits out, “I’m about to lose my mind.”

You can’t help but feel giddy at the hold that you have him and you roll your hips, milking him, wanting to truly drive him insane. Hyungwon grabs your hips firmly and unsheaths himself, less than pleased at your antics.

“No, not yet,” he shakes his head, instead choosing to nestle his length against your lips so that his shaft grazes your clit. You squeeze your thighs together, which are more than coated with your arousal and he strokes easily between them. It’s not long before you’re aching for more, so you turn on the charm again.

“Hyungwon, please, I need your cock! I need you to stuff me with that big cock,” you beg, tugging insistently at a free hand.

“Yeah, want my cock in you?” he pants, “Want me to bottom out in you again?”

“Yes!” you groan at his dirty words and your eyes roll back again when he finally re-enters you. You think you let out an ungodly scream as he plunges into you, deep and hard.

“Fuck,” he grunts above the sound of skin on skin and your walls start to spasm around him.

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant.

“I’m close too,” he responds, “Where do you want it?”

“Will you cum in me?” you respond shyly and Hyungwon’s eyes widen. His lips curls up into a snarl and his pace quickens as he nods affirmatively.

“Such a desperate slut for me. Letting me fill you up like that,” he moans appreciatively as you start to come undone.

“Fuckkkkkkkk,” you groan, gripping his hand firmly. Shortly after, you feel his hips buck and he pulls you against him, releasing inside of you. His breathing is ragged and he rests his forehead against your back momentarily.

After you both recover, you grow shy again, wondering if you should see yourself out. You glance around, seeing your mangled tights, but not much else.

“What are you doing?” Hyungwon asks, propping himself up on one elbow.

“Looking for my stuff. I should probably leave, right?” you chatter nervously. Hyungwon groans and pulls you back against him.

“Shut up. That’s a tomorrow problem,” he yawns. You decide he’s right and curl into him. You can answer your 17 texts from Naeun tomorrow.

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