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lomlhwa · 1 year

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shut your mouth (k.sw)

pairing: brother's best friend!sunwoo x friend's little sister!reader

preview: you hate sunwoo. you have since you met him. you assumed he felt the same way because of his attitude towards you. so why is it that when you catch him jacking off, he's moaning your name?

tags/warnings: fem reader, slight voyeurism, big dick!sunwoo, so much dirty talk, borderline hate fucking, oral (m & f receiving), throat fucking, cum eating, throat and belly bulge kink, so much spit, degredation, dacryphilia, hair pulling, a handful of spanks, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: the voyeurism isn't really consented but sunwoo makes it kinda obvious that he thought it was hot

wc: 2.5k

song recs for this fic: drippin by nct dream, autobahn by monsta x, monsta truck by monsta x, ego by the boyz

a/n: this is my current best attempt at aggressive-ish sex. uhhhh yeah this was an experience to write.

it’s 3am, your brother isn’t home. he knows his curfew is midnight, so where the hell is he? you’ve called his cell almost 6 times now. you’re starting to worry that he’s dead or something.

you decide to go and check his best friend’s house. sometimes he ignores his phone if him and sunwoo are gaming together for hours on end. sunwoo is honestly the person you hate most in this world, but if he’s the reason your brother isn’t answering then you’ll have to suck it up.

you get up off the couch, throw a jacket and some shoes on and walk out the door. luckily, sunwoo lives within walking distance from the apartment you share with your brother. yes, it’s cold outside but that’s why you threw on a jacket.

now, you didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas. your little sleep shorts and loose sleep shirt surely won’t be a problem for sunwoo or your brother. your legs are a little chilly but you’re almost there.

when you finally get to sunwoo’s apartment, having avoided using the buzzer after being let in by an older woman, you go to knock on his door. strangely, you find that his door is unlocked and slightly open. if you had knocked, the door would’ve flung open.

you push open the door and walk in. you open your mouth to call out for the man you hate but something tells you to shut up and stay quiet. you take your shoes off and tiptoe further into the house. the lights are all off which gives his house an almost eerie feel, the moonlight being the only real illumination.

you peek into the kitchen, no one. you peek out onto the balcony, only a lawn chair is out there. you peek into the extra bedroom, empty. you check if the bathroom light is on, nope. no sign of your brother, or even sunwoo for that matter.

no sign of sunwoo that is, up until you get close to his bedroom door. you hear what sounds like some shuffling and heavy breathing from behind the door. you see that it’s open a crack and there’s a lamp on, but you’re terrified to look inside. what if him and your older brother are fucking or something?

as your mind runs through a hundred and one possibilities, a sound breaks through the silence. it’s low, and you almost missed it. until it happens again.

“y/nnn fuck,” you hear sunwoo moan out. what he’s doing finally clicks in your head. he’s getting off to his imagination of you.

for years, you swore up and down that you hated each other. he always glared at you, ignored you and usually would lock you out of his apartment. so why is it that he’s getting off to you of all people?

before your brain could even make full sense of the situation, you find yourself peeking in through the door. you can see sunwoo with his left arm thrown over his eyes, his head thrown back and his right hand pumping himself.

you almost gasp but manage to silently cover your mouth. he’s big. bigger than you anticipated. even despite the massive size of his hands, he can’t cover his entire length. his heavy breathing and low groans fill your ears. your thighs unconsciously clench together.

you can feel the slick collecting in your underwear the longer you stand and stare at the man you’re supposed to despise. why does he have to look and sound so hot while he’s getting off?

just as your brain decides that it’s time to stop watching and just sneak back out, you hear every sound sunwoo was making come to a complete stop. you hear some shuffling and suddenly he’s standing in front of you. his hair sticks to his head due to sweating and it only adds to his over abundance of attractiveness.

“what the fuck are you doing here, little one?” he sneers at you. he looks you up and down, making you feel small. you open your mouth to respond snarkily but he shoves two fingers down your throat.

“were you watching me get off the whole time? what a whore,” he shoves his fingers farther down your throat, causing you to gag a little. you eyes water as you look up at him. he backs you up into his room, shutting the door with his foot.

he manages to safely back you up all the way to his bed. with his fingers still lodged in your throat, he fully takes in your current attire. “no bra?” he slips a couple fingers from his other hand under the waistband of your shorts and smirks. “hm, no panties either.”

his eyes trail from your core all the way back up to your eyes. “i’m gonna let you speak, but all you’re going to say is why you’re here,” he takes his two digits out and you cough a little at the loss of contact.

“i came looking for my brother. i was gonna knock but your front door was open so i just kinda let myself in and found you, y’know, like that,” as soon as your sentence is done, his fingers are back in your mouth to shut you up.

“your precious older brother is at a party. of course he wouldn’t have told you that because he knew he would miss his curfew,” he tells you. he slides his free hand under your shirt, grazing both your nipples. you choke out a soft whine at the sudden contact with sunwoo’s warm fingers. “his absence means i can have my way with you, right?” he says it like a question but you know he’s not really asking.

he removes his long digits from your mouth again, only to spin you around so that your head is hanging off the side of the bed. “do you want this?” he asks, this time it’s a real question. he knew better than to just take you without asking first. you nod to the best of your abilities in your current position.

he sheds his pants and boxers before throwing them in a corner. he stands in front of your face, his cock fully hard. he brushes the head with your lips, smearing his precum all over your face. you open your mouth and dart your tongue out to pass it over his slit.

“remember to breathe, slut,” he says before plunging his length into your mouth. he pushes himself in until your throat convulses around him and you cough up spit that spills out of your mouth and onto your face. you close your eyes to avoid getting your own saliva in them. he can see the outline of his cock in your throat moving in and out.

he presses his hand onto your throat, feeling the bulge in your throat disappear and reappear. you rub your thighs together for some sort of satisfaction. you want to shove your hand into your shorts and get yourself off but you can kinda tell that that would piss him off.

so that’s what you do.

while he’s mesmerized by how well your slutty little throat is taking him, you get your hand into your pants and circle your clit with one of your fingers. the immediate relief washes over you and you moan around his length.

he shoves himself farther into your throat to make you gag up more spit. you cough around him, your throat constricting and unrestricting around him. as he uses your mouth to get off, you’re slowly building up your own orgasm.

however, when he realizes how close you’re getting based on how much your legs are shaking, he pulls your hand away. he holds your hands together over your chest. he laughs a deep, dark laugh. “the little slut can’t wait to be touched? do you just love me fucking your throat that much?” you whine as your only real response.

he begins fucking your throat faster, his release building up quicker and quicker. you choke and gag around his merciless cock jamming down your throat. you do your best to keep your breathing at bay and keep calm.

“fuck, baby, gonna cum down that pretty little throat,” his hips come to a complete halt as he spills down your throat. you enclose your lips around him to suck him dry before obediently swallowing his release.

he pulls out and admires your sweat and spit covered face. he moves you around so that your head is no longer on the side of the bed. he slides your shirt over your head and tosses it on the floor with his clothes.

he connects his mouth with your hardened buds, slobbering all over them. he leaves dark hickey’s in his wake. you cover your mouth with the back of one of your hands and tangle your fingers in sunwoo’s hair with the other. you fill his ears with needy whines and deep sighs.

he finally pulls away from your chest and uses his strength to move you around again. face down, ass up. he pulls your sleep shorts off of you, nudging you to lift your knees. when he’s done stripping you, he comes face to face with your sopping core.

he immediately dives into you, eating you out like a starved man. every so often, his nose bumps your entrance and you want to lose it. his tongue expertly circles your clit, lightly sucking on it, making your brain go haywire.

you push your hips back to meet his mouth and he groans against you, sending chills down your spine. he dips his tongue into your hole, wiggling it around. your eyes roll into the back of your head. your arms collapse and you end up face first into his bed.

“god, fuck, sunwoo i can’t take it,” your voice is raspy and breaks during your sentence. this only eggs him on to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. “you’ll take what i give you, won’t you?” he says, looming over you. you nod as fast as your neck will let you.

“come on, my little slut, cum for me,” the way he says it almost sounds like a beg. but he knows better than to beg. he’s in control of you, he doesn’t need to beg.

he plunges two fingers into your hold and makes a ‘come hither’ motion. that’s what does it for you. that’s what throws you over the edge. you’re hit with a brick wall of white, hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

you cum so hard that your leg thumps on the bed like a bunny. “sunwoo! fffuck!” you cry out. until now, you had never been so grateful for your brother not being around. he pulls away from your cunt, pressing soft kisses onto your clit.

he gets on his knees behind you, positioning himself at your entrance. he pushes in, completely raw. he stays still inside you, admiring the way that your pussy just sucks him in so perfectly. he reaches around your waist to feel the bulge of his cock protruding in your abdomen.

he retracts his hand and makes one small thrust. he proceeds to land a few hard spanks on your ass, one in particular leaving a prominent hand print. you push back against him, desperate for some sort of movement from him.

he grabs a handful of your hair into a ponytail, jerking your head back. your arms come back up to support your body weight after having given out earlier. “are you really so cock-drunk that you can’t be patient? pathetic,” he squeezes your face to get your mouth open before spitting into it. obediently, you swallow his spit.

he sets a slow and steady pace, drawing completely out of you before slowly shoving back in. every time his sheathes himself to the hilt, he hits directly on the gummy spot inside you. it’s making your arms weak again.

“please, sunwoo, faster,” you plead. he jerks your head back again before speeding his hips up. the sounds of skin slapping fill the room.

“y’know what i hate most about you?” he says, slapping your ass again. “i’ve always hated how fucking innocent you looked all the time. i’ve wanted to fuck you since the day we met but you decided to take the hate path. i tried to do the same but you’re just so fuckable,” he’s rambling but you’re loving everything he’s saying.

“you and your stupid skirts that barely cover your ass. your slutty crop tops that are pretty much bras,” he groans into your ear. “then you show up to my house in the middle of the night in tiny shorts and a shirt with no undergarments, watch me jack off and try to leave,” he lets go of your hair, trading it for pushing your head into the mattress.

“you’re never getting away now,” he growls. his voice has gotten raspy and it sends tingles through you. “you’re mine,” his breathing picks up significantly. the way he’s so possessive of you makes your core throb in excitement.

“say it,” he demands. “say it and i’ll make you cum.” you nod, trying to form full sentences in your head. “i’m yours sunwoo, fuck. i’m all yours!” you cry out as he connects his mouth to your neck and a finger to your clit.

“cum for me, whore. give me everything you’ve got,” the room is spinning. your entire body is on fire with every word to come out of his mouth. your pulsating around him as your orgasm builds and builds.

“fuck, cumming! cumming fuck sunwoo. please cum inside me,” you cry out before you completely fall apart on his cock. he jabs your g-spot over and over while chasing his own high. you shake and tears fall from your eyes as he uses you.

“please, please, please,” you fall into begging cries for him to finish inside you. you wiggle around, trying to get away. the overstimulation taking over your body. he wraps one arm around your waist to keep you from getting away.

he finally finishes, holding you close to him as you milk him. he places wet kisses on your ears and your neck before pulling out. he grabs some tissues and cleans up the escaping remnants of his release.

he helps you lay down in his bed, exhaustion now taking you over.

“i meant what i said. i’ve wanted you since we met,” he admits. you find this endearing and it also makes you feel bad for hating him.

“then i guess you need to work to get me to feel the same,” you tease. he kisses you sweetly. it’s the first time he’s ever kissed you and it’s right after he fucked you like he hates you. honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“what are we gonna tell your brother?” he asks. before you can reply, your brother walks in. “you don’t gotta tell me shit. i knew this was gonna happen eventually. y/n, just please don’t get pregnant.”

you laugh but he gives you a death glare.

“don’t worry, man. i have no intention of knocking up your sister,” sunwoo says.

“....yet.”

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bro-atz · 5 months

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Would you ever consider a part 2 to the professor!yunho imagine? One where they’re hiding their relationship but maybe they almost get caught one day?

opticks

in which: you and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one day

pair: professor!yunho/afab!reader

word count: 4k

content: smut, teacher x student relationship (college level, so it's completely legal mind you), safe sex, professor kink?, choking, oral sex, bedroom sex, office sex, completely consensual!

author's note: anon, i originally was not going to do a part two since i wanted to make this a prof series w some of the other members but 1. prof yunho is hot as fuck and 2. my roommate and i were talking the student that ross dated in friends, so fuck it let's do this let's bring those forum girls back... also like tysm for waiting like if you forgot you asked this or assumed i deleted it i hope that reading this makes up for the wait/sadness (':

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! network: @cromernet professor!series: yunho pt. 1, yunho pt. 2, san pt. 1, san pt. 2, yeosang, seonghwa

post: i would absolutely love if prof jeong sat me on his lap in his office and bounced me on his dick. replies: 1: oh yes and then he sweeps all of his stuff off his desk and fucks me into the table → 2: girly you are unhinged 3: imagine if he stuck his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucked you on his chair → op: that'd be fucking amazing 4. i'd rub myself against his thighs first ngl have you seen how muscular they are? → 1: fuck you're so right → op: rubbing myself on him until my panties are soaking wet is definitely something to think about... → 2: do y'all have wet dreams about prof jeong bc jesus → 4: as if you've never had any → 2: ...you're right okay moving on 2: guys but like... why do i feel like prof is in a relationship → 1: has he said anything??? → 2: no but like... the vibes are there → 1: IJBOL girl stfu what fucking vibes → 3: don't go breaking my heart → op: there's no way he is → 4: why do you say that? → op: have you seen his work sched?? → op: even getting office hours w him is impossible

“Are you sure you’re not posting anything on the forum?” Yunho asked you. “Because, darling, if there’s anything you want me to do, you can just tell me to my face.”

You found yourself in Yunho’s office sitting on his thigh— you didn’t know how it came to be, but one second you were discussing a test with him, and the next you were actualizing what the girls in the forum were posting about. You clung to Yunho’s shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his clothed thigh, your panties getting wetter by the second. You glared at him slightly as you replied with a trembling voice, “Baby, I promise. None of those posts are mine. I’m only checking the forum because of you asked me to.”

“So you don’t have any perverted fantasies you want to fulfill with me?” there was a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

“You’re—” you sharply inhaled when you felt your clit brush against his thigh just right. “You’re the perverted one here, Yunho.”

“True, but,” Yunho dropped his voice as he gripped your waist tightly and pressed his lips against your ear as he spoke. “You have to be a little perverted, too, for you to agree to this.”

You wanted to retort, but Yunho pushed his thigh up the slightest bit and planted wet kisses on your neck, making you let out a breathy moan. His fingers slipped under your shirt and massaged your breasts over your bra before he said softly, “Get up and strip for me, darling.”

He left you with a sweet kiss before helping you stand on your trembling legs. You shed your clothes while Yunho unbuckled his belt and slid his own pants down before swiftly rolling a condom on. You were left in only your panties when Yunho reached out for you. You pushed your panties to the side and positioned his twitching cock at your entrance. You sighed blissfully as you felt his dick stretch you out and fill you up.

“The forum said that I should bounce you on my dick,” he whispered teasingly in your ear. “Do you want me to do that?”

“Yunho,” you moaned. “Fuck me however you want. I just need you to fuck me.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

With that, Yunho cupped his hands over your ass and started moving you up and down. You gripped his shoulders tightly and let out a slight whine as you buried your face in his neck and did your damn best to suppress your moans. You felt like he got bigger every time he pushed your waist down onto his lap, and you let out a loud moan when he jerked his hips upwards, your ass stinging with the impact.

Before you could let out another moan, you felt Yunho run his fingers through your hair and pull your head out of his neck. He gripped the roots of your hair tightly as he left a powerful kiss on your lips, your lower lip tingling as he sucked hard, electricity zapping through your nerves as he dove his tongue deep into your mouth. Passionate exhales left your lung between each kiss, and you felt Yunho smirk slightly against your lips. He pulled his head away and quickly replaced his invasive tongue with his slender fingers.

“Not so loud.”

“I ca—”

“If you stay quiet right now, I’ll take you home and fuck you tonight as well,” he offered an incentive with a low, dangerous tone.

Gulping, you nodded and proceeded to focus sucking on his fingers as his hips slammed up even harder. You squeezed your eyes shut and clung to him, your fingers raking through his hair and latching on when you felt his fingers go even further into your mouth.

“Fuck, I need more than this,” you heard the man hiss in your ear, nearly making you cum— you always got even more turned on when you heard the professor use profanities.

He quickly withdrew his fingers from your mouth and lifted you as he stood up. With one hand under your ass to support you, he used the other to sweep everything off his desk and lay you down flat. He went from his hands to his elbows as he pinned you down and fucked you so hard that the desk started creaking. You were worried that the desk would collapse under your weight, but that worry immediately vanished when Yunho’s fat cock brushed against your G-spot and hit your cervix. You bit your lower lip and did your best to muffle your cry of pleasure as you came, your entire body shaking.

“Oh fuck!” Yunho bit out.

You blinked tears from your eyes as you looked at him. His jaw was tense, and his eyes were dark. He yanked you towards him quickly, his waist slamming against yours once last time as a low, deep moan left his throat, his cum filling up the condom. He breathed heavily as he stayed inside you, his body hunching over yours, his head dropped. You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face, a soft smile appearing on his face and, subsequently, yours.

“Was that everything on the thread?” he asked you teasingly.

“You’re such a perv, Yunho.”

post: so i stopped by prof jeong’s office during his office hours the other day but i wasn’t able to meet w him… his door was locked and i figured i’d come back later bc he prob had another student w him, but i lingered for a little in case his meeting ended and i swear i heard a girl moan his name and then there were also… other noises.

replies: 1: no fucking way. → op: i’m serious → 3: what did the other noises sound like?? → op: like mac and cheese → 3: THAT’S WHAT GOOD PUSSY SOUNDS LIKE HELP → 1: WHAT THE FUCK??????? → op: https://youtu.be/JBaHxFgmRdE

2: are you sure you weren’t just having a wet dream op? bc i seriously doubt it → op: no dude i swear this is real → 2: did you see who it was then? → op: i tried waiting, but then i got a call and had to leave → 2: sure, yeah, "a call" stop lying

3: see guys i’m telling you professor jeong is in a relationship → 4: you should ask him then → 1: stop! no! prof is definitely not!

4: guys imma ask him if he is after his class this week. i’ll post and lyk what he says → 3: gl friend

“Baby, look at this…” you said cautiously as you held your phone out for him to see.

You were sitting in his kitchen scrolling through the forum as he cooked dinner for the two of you— well, you already finished dinner, so he was doing the dishes while you sat and waited for him to finish up.

Yunho leaned over the counter to get a better look at your phone screen. He stifled a chuckle, a puff of air slipping out as he leaned back and continued washing the dishes.

“It’s not funny!” you exclaimed— you were seconds away from having a full blown panic attack. “What if we get caught?! Getting expelled is one thing, but these girls are going to actually assassinate me if they find out! I don’t want them coming for my head!”

With a small sigh, Yunho turned off the faucet and wiped his hands dry before walking around the countertop and sitting on a chair next to you. He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your temple lightly.

“Don’t stress out about it. If you worry too much, then you’re more likely to get caught. Besides, they only seem to be interested in whether or not I’m in a relationship, so if I say that I’m not, then you’ll be safe,” Yunho said in a calming voice.

Your heart hurt slightly— you weren’t one to ask the “What are we?” question, but you did want to know how Yunho felt about you. Sure, he loved you and you loved him, but you hadn’t established any labels yet. You lowered your head and nodded, your eyes gazing at your lap.

You kept your head down as you felt Yunho slip your phone out of your grasp and set it aside. He then pulled you into his chest and hugged you while nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You felt him exhale, the warm air hitting your exposed collarbones, sending shivers down your spine. You hugged him back and sighed as you melted into his embrace, the warmth of his skin and strength of his hold calming you down.

It was when Yunho licked your neck then planted wet kisses on your neck did your mind completely clear. All you could focus on was clinging to him as he lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down gently, his lips moving from your neck to your jaw to your lips.

“Darling,” Yunho whispered breathlessly in between kisses. “We don’t have to have sex tonight if you don’t want to—”

“No, I do. Please, baby. Have your way with me,” you whined. “Fuck me until I’m screaming and crying.”

“Okay. Strip and lay down flat,” Yunho instructed as he sat up.

“Yes, professor.”

You watched Yunho visibly shiver as he got off the bed. He looked you dead in the eye, a dangerous glint in his eye. “So that’s how you want to play it today, huh?”

“Yes, professor,” you replied teasingly while holding his gaze, a playful smirk crossing your face.

Yunho nodded. He pointed at your clothes and gestured, re-instructing you to strip. Doing as he said, you took off all your clothes and laid flat on the bed. The position was definitely awkward, and you felt yourself get slightly embarrassed just laying there stark naked, but when you paid attention to Yunho’s movements, the embarrassment faded. You watched him absentmindedly pump his cock until it was rock hard and standing erect. He rolled the condom on while letting out a light exhale. You chewed on your lower lip as you stared him down while he approached the bed.

“Don’t bite your lip like that, darling,” Yunho whispered before kissing you. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep your lip tucked in like that.”

“Promise?”

Yunho had to stifle a giggle. He shook his head and regained his composure— truth be told, he didn’t like to be called professor, but when you called him professor in bed, it made him all sorts of horny. He wanted to go further with this kink tonight.

“Y/N, you’re a bad student, aren’t you?” Yunho asked as he knelt, his knees on either side of your waist.

“Yes, professor. I’ve been a very bad student,” you whispered and nodded. “Very bad.”

“You came during my office hours to seduce me, didn’t you?”

He trailed his finger from the center of your neck down your chest, his nail tracing under your boob. You shivered and pressed your lips together in a tight line, doing your best to not bite your lip. You gasped and let out a shuddering exhale when you felt his large hand rest over your ribs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin.

“No, I wanted to go over my results for the last test because I didn’t do that well,” you murmured— it honestly was the truth because you did go to discuss test results and ended up fucking him in his office all because he asked you about the forum.

“You know the concepts that you were being tested on, Y/N. Did you intentionally fail as an excuse to be alone with me in my office?”

“No—”

“Or are you trying to fail so you can be in my class again next semester?”

“I— Oh, fuck!”

Yunho didn’t give you the chance to respond. Without warning, he shoved his cock into your wet pussy quickly and harshly, his cock filling you up. You moaned loudly and tried to move your legs, but he had a firm hold on your thighs, making you keep your legs flat on the bed. You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into the skin on his forearms as he moved without remorse, his cock sliding in and out of you at a fast rate that you were not anticipating.

When Yunho changed his angle slightly, you felt the length of his cock rub repeatedly against your clit, making you tremble all over. You attempted to reach down and rub your clit as well, your orgasm nearing, but before you could even graze down there with the pads of your fingers, Yunho grabbed your hand. He lowered his upper body and forced your hand to rest on his shoulder. You ended up clawing Yunho’s back when you felt his fingers wrap around your throat and press lightly, a gasp and whine leaving your lips.

“You want me to punish you, don’t you?” Yunho said in between grunts as his hips rammed his cock deep inside you. “That’s why you let yourself be heard. That’s why you let someone overhear us, right?”

“N-no, that’s not— Ah!” you cried when his hold on your neck got the slightest bit tighter.

“This act needs to be punished, you know that, right?” Yunho brought his lips to your ear, his voice deep and dark.

“Ye-es, Professor Jeong.”

“Good girl,” Yunho said sweetly, making your body flush with heat. He let go of your neck and pulled out before saying, “Hands and elbows. Now.”

Breathing deeply, you struggled to do ask he asked now that your blood was rushing back to your head. Yet, you managed flip yourself over as he ordered. Without so much as a warning, Yunho grabbed your ass with a tight grip and shoved into you once again, his strong hands pulling you back towards him while he thrust forward.

Yunho’s gyrations sped up when he bent over you, his chest pressing against your shoulders. His arms snaked around your body, and his fingers sought out your nipples. He pinched them tightly and twisted them while pulling down, earning a loud cry of pain mixed with pleasure. You only got louder when his entire hand gripped and massaged your breasts roughly.

“Yu-yunho— Fuck!”

You weren’t expecting the man to slap your ass. Yunho had moved back up and slapped your ass a second time before biting out, “It’s Professor Jeong to you.”

“P-professor, I’m gonna cum!”

Your voice shrilled as you began to see spots. Yunho pushed himself so far into you, his cock brushing against your cervix as his waist pressed right into your ass. You felt the wave of pleasure take over you and flung your head back, unable to bear the restriction of your orgasm. Yunho pulled out suddenly, and you squirted all over the bed, your entire body trembling.

Seeing your ass and thighs jiggle as you came uncontrollably was too much for Yunho. He barely let you finish properly before he shoved two of his fingers into you roughly, his curled fingers slipping in and out of you. He hit your G-spot several times, and you squirted again, this time all over his hand. However, that wasn’t enough for the man.

You were practically sobbing when you felt Yunho pull you up and over so that you were sitting in between his legs, his hot, throbbing cock pressing into your back. One hand on your breast, the other slithered in between your legs, his fingers re-entering you. He bit your shoulder and handled you with such force and strength that your brain completely melted. You came yet again when left the sloppiest kiss on your neck. You for sure thought that he was going to give you a second after that, but you were sorely mistaken.

Before you realized it, Yunho had you so that you were on your back again. He spread your thighs and pushed his face in between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit.

“P-professor, wait, slow down!” you cried as your fingers found their way to his hair.

You gripped and pulled the roots of his hair, trying your best to move the man away from your cunt. But, Yunho was an immovable force. No matter how much you cried and beg and pleaded, he remained right where he was, his tongue deep inside and violating you without remorse.

Right as you were nearing your nth climax of the night, you squeezed your thighs together, prompting Yunho to remove himself from your pussy. He rubbed two of his fingers against your clit quickly until you felt like your clit was going to catch on fire, and you came again. Your entire body convulsed, your grip on him gone as you ran your fingers through your own hair trying to cling to whatever remaining sanity you had left.

Tears blurred your vision as you cracked your eyes open to see Yunho preparing himself at your entrance.

“Wait!” you breathed out. “Give me a second! Please.”

“It wouldn’t be a punishment if I listened to you, darling,” Yunho stated as he kissed your tears away. “But, I’ll slow down if you really need me to.”

Yunho left sweet kisses on your lips, his eager cock twitching as it yearned to be inside you. However, he waited until you were ready for him. The two of you continued to make out, your hips unconsciously rolling into the sheets. Yunho felt you writhe below him, and without breaking your chain of kisses, he swiftly entered you again, but he kept the slow pace up.

You were the one to break away first. You moved your head to the side and guided Yunho’s head into your neck, silently requesting him to kiss your neck as he fucked you senseless again. Yunho did as you asked, and he left sloppy pink marks along your neck as he bucked his hips against yours. He had one hand hold your head while the other one guided your thigh upwards, your knee pressing in your breast as his thrusts got jerkier and harder.

Yunho was close. He pushed himself up and grabbed both of your legs, your legs resting his shoulders as he sat upright and rut himself into you at a fast, steady pace over and over again, your entire body shifting with every thrust. You nearly bit your lower lip, only to remember Yunho’s words from earlier that night, so you bit down on your knuckle as the man sped up.

“Shit, I’m cumming!” Yunho groaned, his cock still gliding in and out of you as it spasmed.

You felt him twitch several times inside you, his chest heaving as groans left his system. His hold on your legs weakened, allowing you to lower your legs and fully melt into the bed. You remained in said puddle even when Yunho got off the bed, threw out the condom, went to the kitchen, and returned with water. He helped you up and sat next to you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest. You sipped at the water and snuggled into his embrace further.

“How are you feeling?” Yunho asked gently as he brushed stray hairs away from your face.

“Fulfilled,” was the best word you could come up with to accurately describe your physical state.

“Good.”

You detected slight disappointment in his voice. You sat away from him to get a good look at his face as you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Yunho smiled and shook his head.

“You don’t sound like nothing’s wrong. What is it?”

“…Are you sure you’re okay with us doing this? I don’t want you to feel scared to be with me,” Yunho whispered.

“As long as I’m with you, I’m not scared of anything,” you shook your head. “I love you, Yunho.”

A genuine smile crossed his face. “I love you, too,” he whispered happily as he hugged you closer to him, his hand running over your waist as he left a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Take the glass of water out of your hands, he set it aside before lacing his fingers with yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. He rubbed calming circles into your hand, his head resting gently on top of yours as he continued, “I’ll always be here for you, so don’t let those forum girls scare you, okay? We won’t get caught. I promise.”

“Alright, class dismissed!”

You watched Yunho from your seat in the classroom as you packed up and noticed a gaggle of girls heading right towards him. You watched the scene unfold as you continued to pack up your materials, the shrills of the girls’ voices reaching your ears.

“Professor Jeong!” the way the girls spoke to him made you want to tear your ears out, but you continued to listen anyway. “Are you seeing anyone?”

You choked on your own spit. You watched with wide eyes as Yunho calmly responded, his face unflinching as he answered their inquiry.

“That’s awfully direct,” Yunho said with a light chuckle.

“We just wanna know because we all keep arguing about it, that’s all,” another girl explained.

“I see… But, that is a very personal question, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to answer it. Maybe ask me questions about class?”

“Okay, then, when you teach, do you think about someone?”

“I’m not answering that either.”

“Please?!”

You quickly made your way down the lecture hall steps as the girls inched closer towards the man you loved, nearly cornering him.

“Professor, I have a question about the upcoming test,” you said as soon as you reached the podium.

“See,” Yunho pointed at you. “That’s a question I can answer. What is it?”

“I was wondering about these equations…”

You absentmindedly spoke as you watched the girls slink away, their heads bowed in defeat as they left the lecture hall, leaving you and Yunho in there alone.

“Thank you for that,” Yunho said with a sigh— apparently those questions the girls bombarded him with did a number on him.

“Okay, but now I wanna know,” you said quietly.

“Know what?”

“Are you seeing anyone?”

Yunho furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, only for him to understand what you were implicitly asking.

“Of course I am,” he answered with a grin. “I’m seeing you, darling.”

“So would you say that we’re dating? We’re in a relationship?”

“Yes, Y/N, I would say that. You are my girlfriend.”

Your heart fluttered with happiness and relief. You let out a content sigh as you replied, “Then you’re my boyfriend, professor.”

“Don’t you dare, darling, or I’ll have to fuck you right here in the lecture hall.”

“Promise?”

#broatz request #ateez #jeong yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez yunho #jeong yunho ateez #yunho ateez #jeong yunho smut #broatz #cromernet

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tyongf-nct · 1 year

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☆ fantasy - reader x chae hyungwon x xu minghao smut (1k) ☆

I posted a poll about a dream I had about a threesome. I decided to jump on it and insert two kpop idols after you all voted that I write it! From Monsta X I chose Hyungwon and from Seventeen, Minghao. They are my respective biases and I am self-serving, so to my fellow hyungwon and minghao girlies--you're welcome lmao

**I'm putting an extra warning here. This is VERY dirty! Don't read if you don't want to see anything mentioned in the tags!**

dynamic: fem!reader x chae hyungwon x xu minghao

warnings/tags: smut, threesome, established relationship (reader x hyungwon), vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving/giving), idol x idol interaction, idol x reader interaction, making out, lots of saliva, snowballing, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

Hyungwon knew you had a crush on Minghao and never failed to tease you about it. You had been dating Hyungwon for quite some time and the three of you were close friends. The sex with Hyungwon was already mind-blowing, but when he suggested inviting Minghao into your bed, you couldn't resist the temptation. Hyungwon had a giant cock and a skilled, dirty mouth, so adding the beautiful and graceful Minghao, with his smooth confidence and nimble fingers made for a leg-shaking session.

It began with Hyungwon eating and fucking you like usual, filling you up and bringing you so close to the edge but never quite letting you slip over. Minghao was apprehensive at first, keeping to himself to observe as he touched himself with a slicked hand and flushed cheeks. Minghao cursed under his breath as you and Hyungwon moaned, gripping one another tightly as if you couldn't bear to let the other go. Passion was intertwined with the sex you two had, but the true intensity began once Minghao joined in. He was underneath you with your back to him, holding your legs with long fingers as Hyungwon fucked into you roughly.

You could feel Minghao's hard cock pressing against your ass but Hyungwon was feral, bucking wildly into you as he cursed endlessly. Hyungwon leaned over you loomingly to bite at your neck and nibble down you chest until he reached your breasts, sucking each of your nipples into his hot, wet mouth one at a time.

“You like that?” He never seemed to shut up. “You like being filled up and fucked so well?”

Of course I fucking like it, you thought to yourself. You were a moaning, drooling mess. At some point the two men switched places so that Minghao was on his stomach between your legs to eat you out as Hyungwon gripped your chest and whispered his dirty observations into your ear. Minghao's tongue was like the devil, evil but perfectly tempting.

Hyungwon's dick slipped down between your legs as Minghao continued to lick and suck at your center. You could see Hyungwon's tip poling through right by Minghao's lips. To your horror--and complete pleasure--Minghao smirked with dangerous eyes before leaning in and sucking Hyungwon's cock into his mouth.

You moaned so loudly you felt the vibrations in your chest, alternating between gasping for air and cursing up a storm at the intoxicating sight. Minghao switched between swallowing Hyungwon's thick length and licking long stripes up your core.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hyungwon groaned tightly as he started to slide his cock up and down your lips, rubbing against your hole and clit as Minghao held his lips open to lick feverishly at the both of you.

The sound of spit and your wetness echoed throughout the room and you felt your body tense as the two men pulled a shaking orgasm from you. You thrashed on the sheets as they groaned, allowing you to calm down before switching positions once again.

Several moments later, you were back to being fucked by Hyungwon with Minghao under you, this time as you faced Minghao. Your breasts bounced with the effort of Hyungwon slamming into you, his balls slapping against your clit and his big hands placed on either side of Minghao's head resting on the pillow. You held onto Minghao's shoulders desperately as you kissed sloppily. Every so often, Hyungwon would grip your chin roughly to kiss you--though it was less a kiss and more so him shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” you cried. Hyungwon smiled wryly and you felt Minghao shudder beneath you.

There was so much saliva between the three of you that it was dripping down off your chins and down your necks. Once you had been pushed through one more slow orgasm, Hyungwon slipped out of you to let Minghao slide in with ease. You cried out, clenching around the new feeling of Minghao's cock inside your wet and open hole.

Hyungwon gripped your hair to hold your face away and leaned down suddenly to kiss Minghao, much to your utter shock and delight. Watching your boyfriend and friend kiss with a new kind of fever brought about an intense, desperate hotness you hadn't felt before. Hyungwon pulled himself off of Minghao to kiss you next, then you and Minghao’s lips met. It continued like that, the three of you switching between one another until Minghao groaned that he was close.

"I want to swallow every drop of your come," you gasped, shivering at the almost animalistic growl Hyungwon let out as he yanked you off Minghao's cock and pulled you down the bed. He stopped once you faced Minghao's cock, mouth watering at the beautiful dick covered in your own arousal.

You quickly swallowed it until you gagged around him, Minghao voicing a quiet warning to be careful but sighing with pleasure nonetheless. You loved the sensation of being filled, so you continued to suck until you choked. Minghao's deep moans turned to slightly higher-pitched whines, his smooth hands sliding through the strands of your hair as he gripped your skull, fucking up into your hot, wet mouth as he spilled his seed.

"Don't swallow," he gasped, and you knew what his warning implied. You kept the come in your mouth obediently, crawling up his body until your lips were merely inches from his.

"Say ah," he commaded with that honey-sweet tone. You shivered, sharp pleasure wringing your gut as you opened your mouth to spit Minghao's own come into his mouth. All three of you moaned, Hyungwon's hands gripping your ass so hard you were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Minghao sloppily passed a slick combination of saliva and come between the two of you, and after a few rounds you finally swallowed the proof of his orgasm.

It wasn’t long until Hyungwon was spilling his own seed inside you, the warm come filling you up as you and Minghao watched with blown pupils. Heavy panting filled the quiet of the room as the three of you recovered; sweat, come, and saliva creating stickiness on your skin. After cleaning up and wiping your sore center gingerly, you settled into the two men and basked in the warm comfort of an occupied bed.

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bunnakit · 1 month

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bias check 🌸

thank you so much for the tag @catgirl-yeji !!

some of these are subject to change (bc i dont know much about monsta x or seventeen yet) and some are also my wreckers bc i defer to my friends who are more insane than me about some of their biases lmao

once again not tagging anyone bc im lazy but if you feel like doing it consider yourself tagged!

#bunn talks kpop #thank you for the tag!#tag game #can you tell the rappers are my favs??#one of these things is not like the others #seventeen #ateez #monsta x #stray kids #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #joohoney #changkyun #hoshi #bang chan #han jisung

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marvelous-llama · 10 months

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MONSTA X recs

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

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pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

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The Faculty by @iibonniee

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Public Adventures by @iibonniee

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Repair Work by @flurrys-creativity

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Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k + 5.4k) enemies > fwb > lovers, frat!Hyungwon, university AU - angst, smut, fluff 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.

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tell me by @seungkwansphd

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weatheredcoffeecup · 5 months

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This is a judge free zone. I will not tolerate hate, discrimination, racism, homopheobia, or anything of the sort. This is a place of happiness and being delusional (to an extent). If you need someone to talk to, I'm here dear. Never be afraid to message me

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

FYI: if you're doing a private ship/don't want to be tagged leave an emoji or smth so you know its for you!!

☆For selca ships: any group, no limit! I'm quite the multi Stan and my friends keep me up to date with the new generation so I'm willing to deliver whatever group(s) you ask! I will not be shipping minors, but you are more than welcome to let me know you're age so I don't ship you with someone uncomfortably younger/older than you :)

☆Personality/written ship: tell me about yourself and I'll ship you with an idol amongst these groups! (They're the groups I know best. I want the personality to be accurate for you!) Please try and limit to 5, but feel free to request as many times as you'd like :)

○BG: txt, enyphen, ateez, stray kids, the boyz, treasure, seventeen, monsta x, nct, winner, sf9, exo, onf, SHINee, &team, zb1, boynextdoor, riize

○GG: red velvet, twice, itzy, mamamoo, G-idle

If you request a group not listed, I may still do them if I know them pretty decently. My stan list is massive so-

If not, I will let you know as I don't want to make something that just isn't accurate.

2nd fyi: If you have a question, search the rules hash tag on my blog! I've answered a few people's questions and saved them that way incase someone had the same question. If your question was not answered, please ask! I'll gladly answer any question so I can add it to the hash tag :)

#im out of touch with whats cool #anyways #kpop #kpop moodboard #kpop gg #kpop bg #kpop ships #kpopselcaship #selca ships #stray kids #seventeen #tomorrow x together #twice #monsta x #enhypen #treasure #should i do a get to know me?#is that fun?#rules

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breezybangtanbebe · 5 months

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Heaven: Changkyun❤️‍🔥

Tags: Monsta X's IM x Reader, long-distance relationship, lazy morning sex, kinda fluffy then kinda nasty, pussy eating..something short and sweet. :)

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24 hours.

That was all the time you had with him and he had already wasted a third of it in bed.

The Miami humidity was less offensive from inside the luxury suite. Oceanview balconies welcomed in the breeze that morning as you lay tangled in sheets as white as the sands with your long-distance lover.

Changkyun was..busy, to say the least.

Promotions. Rehearsals. Fittings. Video shoots. Interviews. Fan meets. Group studio sessions. Solo studio sessions. Performances.

With all he and his group members had scheduled, it was out of sheer luck his managers granted the guys one full day of rest before they got to work on promoting their two new albums internationally.

Though being back in the states after such a long time seemed like a vacation, the young rapper had his fill of obligations and you couldn't bring yourself to be upset with him for choosing the first several hours of his rest day with you to be spent sleeping.

Ok, maybe you were a little mad.

Slightly pouty at best. But not at him, only at time and the lack thereof.

He deserved the rest after all.

It was barely noon and the room service you'd ordered for breakfast was surely cold when your boyfriend opened his eyes. You're seated upright in the large bed with the TV remote in hand, channel surfing in silence.

You were freshly showered, smelling like warm sugar and decadently scented body butter, shaved and exfoliated, and primed for a day of making up for the lost time. Considering how tired Changkyun was last night when he and his group members touched down in Florida, you didn't expect him to be actively intimate with you when you went to bed.

When you awoke that next morning, inhaling his warm masculine scent with your face nuzzled in his neck, you didn't mind the stillness or silence. After being separated for so long, it felt like heaven to finally be in his arms.

You were happy to be pressed against him with his leg slotted between yours, causing a teasing friction every time one of you stirred.

He felt so good. His skin was smooth and soft, contrasting his muscles that were firm and toned beneath it.

"G'mornin" Changkyun croaks from beside you, not even lifting his head as he pulled himself from his slumber.

You glance over to find him still smushed against the fluffed pillow with his jet black hair fanning over half of his face. All you can see are his dark pink sleep swollen lips as they moved.

"I smell peaches..." were his next words and you chuckle breathily as you shook your head.

"Good morning." You smirk, resuming your attention to the television only to turn it off. You weren't watching it anyway and you preferred to take advantage of the opportunity to talk. Changkyun groans tiredly as he rolls over on his back, running the palms of his large hands over his face.

"Fuck......how long have I been out?" he grimaced tiredly, leaving only one eye open to adjust to the daylight. You looked over at him fondly for a beat before responding.

"A while." is all you say, sounding much more resentful than you intended. Changkyun tenses at your tone and turns his head towards you with a lazy frown.

"Uh oh...You're mad," he states and you mirror his frown, shaking your head adamantly.

You watched Changkyun rise up from the pillows, shaking his bed head out until his long mane of black silk was falling over his perfect head in the sexiest way. His spine was curved as he sat up, making the lumps of his abs and chest protrude attractively.

Damn...

"No. Why would I be mad?" you respond distractedly.

"Because.......I fell asleep." Changkyun pauses to stretch his arms over his head midsentence.

"You came here straight from the airport babe...after an 18-hour flight." you point out, now leaning against the headboard and shamelessly admiring his body as he woke himself up fully.

After rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, Changkyun lets out a strained sigh before plopping back against his pillow again. You smirk at how he did all of that for nothing.

"And you're obviously still tired so..." you trail off, not even wanting to finish your sentence since it would add insult to injury.

"Nope! I'm up...I'm up... Tired or not, we only have half a day left together.." Changkyun groans tiredly, his words muffled slightly as he rubbed his hands over his face again in an attempt to wipe the sleepiness away.

"Not really. I mean I'll be here for as long as you all are in Miami." you shrug and Changkyun wrinkles his nose in disagreement.

"Yeah but then I'll be too busy or too tired to spend time with you. It'll be more nights like last night. Coming in late and going to bed soon after." he almost whines. The guilt and regret in his tone are enough to make you feel like a turd for showing any signs of disappointment.

He really was working hard and the distance wasn't just hard on you. He missed you too and when this opportunity for you to be together came about, he was more excited than you to board that flight.

"Hey.....I knew what I signed up for. I'll be here for as long as you are. If that means the bulk of our alone time is to be spent in bed, laying together, I'm ok with that." you shrug, actually believing what you were saying for once.

Changkyun squints at you incredulously.

"You sure?"

You nod at him with a soft smirk.

"It can deal with it. One of the few of cons being with you."

At that, Changkyun's eyes widen in offense and amusement.

"Cons??? ....with an 's'? As in plural? More than one?" he asks, his tone climbing with each question. You laughed at his expression and roll your eyes as you moved to get up from the bed.

"Oooh, yea. You think being IM's secret lil girlfriend is a walk in the park?" you toss over your shoulder on your way across the suite. Changkyun sits up just enough to watch your thickly toned legs move as you walked, keying in on the way the shirt you wore barely concealed your ass cheeks beneath it.

"I mean. Not really but..." he murmurs, trailing off and tilting his head to get a different view of your curvaceous body. From up close and under the covers, Changkyun hadn't realized you were basically naked underneath that loosely fit shirt. Well, his loosely fit shirt. One of the many you'd sifted through from his luggage. It was always comforting to have his scent on your skin, even when he was laying next to you.

Knowing now that you were naked made any trace of jet lag or fatigue fade, waking up other parts of him as he watched you venture across the room in the direction of the outlet where your phone was charging.

Your nudity is further confirmed when you bend over thoughtlessly to pick it up, exposing your naked ass and the slit of your lips to him for only a second. As you stand and turn to the side, the shape of your full breasts and nipples poke through the thin fabric, and Changkyun stares shamelessly as you checked for any missed notifications.

God, he loved your body.

Dreamt of it almost every moment he wasn't with you in Korea.

Spent countless nights envisioning it as he stroked himself repeatedly, calling your name as he came in his hand, and doing his best to ignore the heartache he felt once the haze faded.

But now, you weren't just a beautiful part of his imagination.

You were here.

A few seconds pass and you were making your way back to join Changkyun in bed, mindlessly texting away in response to your friends that had been checking in with you since landing in Miami. As you resumed your spot beside him, Changkyun watched you settle back against the pillows with your phone still in hand. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth while you sent your final text, setting the phone aside on the nearby dresser.

You felt his eyes on you immediately and glance over with a smirk.

"What?" you perk your brow. For a moment Changkyun doesn't respond, only dragging his heated gaze over your body appreciatively. His mouth shrugs innocently before laying his head back down against his pillow.

"Oh, nothing...Hey, why is it that every time you move...I suddenly have the strongest craving for peaches....." he asks randomly. You grunt softly in amusement at his question and shake your head.

"You probably just smell me. I took a long shower before you woke up..." you shrug nonchalantly, not expecting Changkyun's interest to be peaked by the small fact.

"Foreal?..come here?"

Without warning, Changkyun reaches out to pull you towards him by the neck. He nuzzles you playfully while inhaling the sweet scent of your clean skin, making you giggle and push back against him.

"Now you know I'm ticklish..." you complain lightly while trying to escape his hold, only encouraging Changkyun to pull you into him tighter and chuckle mischievously against your skin.

His lips were pillow soft on your neck, the tip of his nose brushing just beneath your jawline as he inhaled the soft peaches and cream scent. His new favorite smell on you next to his. His hands held the fabric of his shirt firmly, trapping you against his body as he kissed up and over your jaw until his lips were on yours.

He tasted surprisingly fresh despite having woken up a few minutes ago and you allowed yourself to melt into him with every luscious peck. He sucks at your bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, making you moan at the sting.

He releases it to resume the languid dance between your tongues, sighing in contentment as his hands snuck beneath the shirt covering your body. The moment he touches your bare skin, you flinch in reaction to the chills they inspired as if electricity flowed through his fingers.

He squeezes your hip and allows his grip to travel lower to cup your ass cheek, pushing the shirt higher from your body.

"Take it off.." he whispers against your lips and you immediately comply, pulling away so that you could pull the loose shirt over your head. The moment it's gone, Changkyun's mouth is on you again. Starting at your lips, he pecks them softly before returning to your neck. His hands glided up your waist as he moved to guide you back against the mattress.

You allow him to dominate you gently, sinking into the pillows and opening your legs as he settled between them. The weight of his body is comforting and your hands stroke the skin of his back as his lips traveled downward.

The middle of your throat.

The center of your chest.

Over your left nipple briefly. Then to the right.

As he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, you grind your body against that stiffness in his underwear. He was hard and thicker than you remembered if that were even possible.

You angled your hips in a way that makes the fabric between your bodies seem thinner than air and Changkyun groans with your nipple still caught between his lips. He pulls away to flick his tongue over it a few more times before abandoning it to attend to the annoying shred of clothing blocking him.

He settles between your legs and takes a moment to admire you beneath him. You blush under his gaze, feeling it hover over the swelling pink flesh between your legs.

He wastes no time in scooting down to push them back and smother the heat thar gathered with his mouth and tongue. You gasp on contact, eyes already rolling back at the feeling of Changkyun's tongue sliding sinuous flat licks over your folds.

The warmth of his opened mouth kisses on your clit has you moaning softly to the ceiling and Changkyun digs his fingers into the meat of your thighs as he ate.

His deft tongue plunges inside of you while his thumb rubs rhythmically over your clit, just the way he remembered you loved it. His eyes are on you, watching you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut with the struggle of holding on.

Suddenly, your fuse is blown and in an explosion of colorful language, you came all over Changkyun's waiting tongue. He presses his thumb against the hood of your clit while your walls twitched and pulsed around him, savoring the taste of your climax with a satisfied groan.

You were still panting when he pulled his mouth away from your pussy and the mattress bounces slightly as he sat up on his knees.

The print beneath his shorts was prominent as fuck and Changkyun hurriedly frees himself from its captivity. Your eyes immediately fall on his dick as he pushed his black Balenciaga boxer briefs down his toned thighs.

He's already got you wet and wanting him, legs still spread wide to accommodate his body.

There's an unspoken plea between the two of you and Changkyun responds to it by grasping your thighs and pulling you towards him over the sheets. In the same movement, the tip of his dick slides past your entrance and stretches you well until you're pressed firmly against his pelvis.

From here, he goes in. Mindlessly fucking you like there's no tomorrow. As if all of his frustrations from being away from you, having to love you from a distance, wishing he could be inside of you every night, were all being channeled through him.

Boosting his stamina.

Feeding his need to make you call his name.

Which you did. Over and over as he drove your body back up to the head of the bed.

You felt so good. Warm and wet. Tight and welcoming. It was like you were made for him and the distance hadn't affected a thing. Muscle memory molded you around his thick shaft and you took every inch of him like you were designed to do. His forehead was pressed against yours, noses touching and mouths agape as his rhythm hastened. Your walls were clenching at his pressure hungrily and your voice was reduced to barely audible yelps.

Your body trembled endlessly as you reached your climax and Changkyun smiled wolfishly against your parted lips.

"Yep, that's it. Gimme that shit, baby. Let it go.." he coaxed and praised you through the mind-numbing orgasm he rewarded you with. He continues pounding into you until tears pooled from your eyes and you weren't sure if you'd cum again from the sheer overstimulation.

All you knew was that everything he did, every move and rasped word he spoke, he was pushing you higher than you ever thought you could go.

Holding you close, Changkyun rolled his hips into you feverishly until he was stalling out. An unbearably sexy groan escapes his lips when he came deep inside of you and you took every drop of him with pleasure, squeezing him as he stroked you to his completion.

"Fuuuuck, I missed you...I missed you so much.." his husky deep voice whispers lovingly in your ear and you moan softly in response as he pressed himself deep inside of you for emphasis.

"I love you...fuck, I love you..." he continued, his voice almost breaking with the known profession. As he comes down with his face buried in your neck, Changkyun plants a series of lazy wet kisses over your sweat-coated skin.

When his teeth graze that same ticklish spot, you giggle and shy away from him. He grumbles in protest but promptly ceases his tease to rest his head on the pillow you shared.

He remains inside of you, his body weight nearly smothering you. But you didn't care.

Because being with him in any way felt like heaven.

And you were happy to die...

*sigh* hes so FFFFFFFFFOYNE

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

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ industry with passion ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis seungkwan is suddenly more passionate about a certain girl group in the industry. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!au / seungkwan is a fanboy / idol!reader !! / svt will probably be teases / but so do your group lol ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing seungkwan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.3k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author's note seungkwan fanboying for a girl group im crying imagine he knows all your dances-

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“This place gets busier every time we come here, I swear.” Soonyoung mused as the group meandered their way through the corridor of idols, whether it be group or solo. Wonwoo nodded with a small hum that was barely audible over the chatter.

“They keep debuting new groups constantly,” he chuckled, his hands in his pockets, “they’re getting younger too.”

Seungcheol let out an annoyed noise at his words. He wasn’t wrong, the companies were beginning to debut idols much more younger than their generation had debuted.

“Actually there should be a girl group here who’s our age that just debuted.” Seungkwan chimed into the conversation from where he wandered between Seokmin and Joshua. Joshua quirked a brow.

“Why am I not surprised you would know that?” He teased, nudging him with his elbow. Seungkwan scoffed momentarily, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

“I spoke with their leader earlier while I was waiting for you morons.” He admitted, smiling in acknowledgement as they passed Monsta X, the group bowing to the older males. Mingyu clicked his tongue after they’d passed.

“Don’t suggest you admitted to them how you know their dance off by heart? And the fact you made your own fanchant since they haven’t released one yet - when they’ve barely been debuted a few days?” Mingyu snorted, pushing Seungkwan’s shoulder gently. Soonyoung whipped around with wide eyes.

“What?!” He exclaimed, laughing loudly in bewilderment. The rest of the group wasn’t far behind and Seungkwan could feel his eyes rolling up into his head at the sheer embarrassment his group was causing him. Was it really that funny he’d picked up your dance so quick? Or the concept of the fanchant - but he thought it was a bit bland to listen to your music without a fanchant. He was just musically gifted.

Yet his group probably found this baffling. Seungkwan hadn’t just picked this up since your group’s debut. There’s a reason Seungkwan knew about your group so close to your debut and that’s because he was friends with your leader when she was a trainee. He wasn’t whimsically obsessed with a just debuted group, he’d supported the leader of the group leading up to the debut and had spent plenty of time watching the four of you in your dance practise studio, sweating your asses off. So as far as Seungkwan was concerned, his group could laugh all they wanted.

The thirteen of them corralled into a waiting room, stuffed with couches for numerous idols to sit upon while waiting to be called to the stage. He couldn’t describe the immense feeling of exhilaration that waved over his body when his eyes landed on you across the room, your head in your phone. You were one of the rappers for CrystalClear alongside your group member Mia. Seungcheol cleared his throat beside Seungkwan and the male quickly looked away from you, looking at his leader.

“Are you going to speak to her?” He mumbled, quirking a brow and Seungkwan swallowed the lump in his throat, glancing back at you awkwardly. You hadn’t noticed his presence yet.

“Maybe?” Seungkwan looked down at his feet, unsure whether to look at Seungcheol or yourself, or even the ceiling. Seungcheol chuckled a little, wrapping his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders and giving him a reassuring rub on the upper arm.

“You’ve been hanging out around her for ages, there’s no way you’re nervous?” Seungcheol quipped and Seungkwan shrugged lightly.

“Just a little. Who’s to say she’ll feel the same?” Seungkwan admitted his doubts, letting out a semi loud sigh.

“She’s staring so stop looking so sad.” Seungcheol hummed, removing his arm from Seungkwan’s shoulders as he nudged his foot with his. Seungkwan stared at his leader, blinking as he tried to muster the strength to even remotely look in your direction. Why was this so difficult for him? He swallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth to interject to the scenario however a female staff member spoke up quicker, calling Seventeen to the stage as per schedule.

Seungcheol puffed his cheeks a little, as if almost hoping he’d witness Seungkwan finally confess to someone of interest. Mission failed, Seungkwan could imagine him thinking as they sauntered off with sullied moods.

From your seat across the room, you fluttered your eyelashes somewhat as you tried to figure out why the guy you was so accustomed to having the brightest smile of all - other than his group member Seokmin - seemed so dull and down. Usually he’d have been over to you in a heartbeat, all smiles as he greeted you and you thought he would have came to wish you luck on this debut stage but he didn’t utter a word in your direction. Scowling slightly, you acknowledged your group leader Akari as she seated herself beside you, now styled according to your concept.

“Did Seungkwan speak to you?” She hummed plainly as she popped a kernel of popcorn into her mouth, promptly holding the packet out to offer you one. You shook your head, quirking a brow.

“No, it was so odd, he looked so down today,” you mumbled, fiddling with your phone now that you’d turned it off, “maybe he’s been nervous about their comeback and didn’t tell us?”

Akari stayed silent, a small smirk tugging her lips as she popped yet another kernel into her mouth. Your eyes narrowed at her. She knew something you didn’t and it was unlike Akari to be able to manage to keep secrets in the long term.

“Huh. Yeah, maybe.” Akari mused, sitting back carefully as to not mess up her hair now it’d finally been styled. She got out her phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media as she left the Seungkwan conversation there.

“It’s only fair we ask as you’re newly debuted,” the MC spoke up, glancing at the flashcards occasionally as the four of you shuffled under the eyes of the cameras, “but as trainees - and perhaps still now - who was your idol?”

Mia quickly sat straight, a giddy smile on her face as she decided to take the plummet first.

“Our elders, Mamamoo!” she admitted excitedly, flattening her skirt so it laid neat as the MCs nodded, “I started listening to them a few years ago and I especially look up to Hwasa.”

There was a brief moment of Akari admitting how she looked up to Zico and Fern announcing her idol to be After School. You knew time would only run out before the eyes fell to you, the last remaining member of CrystalClear to announce her secrets on live television.

“I really look up to Seventeen,” you mumbled, unsure if your idol was really a surprise to anybody who knew you, “I still look up to them, a lot. They’re really fantastic artists.”

It was becoming a little unsettling how much you was beginning to miss Seungkwan and his presence. He couldn’t sit and watch you practise choreographies anymore like he did when you was a trainee. You had a schedule to follow now and promotions to complete and not only that but Seungkwan had just had a comeback and was also neck deep in promotions. Yet you couldn’t seem to find yourself far from him in one way or another, as you sat in the crowds of Seventeen’s first Seoul concert of their upcoming world tour. Your group was with you on agreement that Akari had brought the tickets and Fern had provided the transport. Mia just wanted to tag along since otherwise she’d be left alone.

You had to laugh at how they always took a break from their own songs, speaking amongst themselves to the fans and jokingly doing other artists’ dances. The four of you could shimmy a little to the songs chosen by the members, almost as if you’d made it to a club and not a disco. That was until it was Seungkwan’s turn.

“Seungkwan, what’s your chosen song?” Jeonghan spoke up, looking down the line at the younger member who laughed into his microphone nervously as he looked around at the ocean of carat bongs, fans sat in anticipation of what he would choose - perhaps Orange Caramel or After School - sticking to the Pledis roots?

“Mirror by CrystalClear.” He beamed, his face glittering with sticky sweat as his cheeks turned a rosy hue in the gigantic stage lights. You held your breath, the four of you looking amongst yourselves at the unexpected turn of the night. Somehow you couldn’t keep your eyes off Seungkwan as he did your dance perfectly - you knew it was from all the hours he’d spent sat on vinyl flooring watching as you had to repeat it because you specifically kept making mistakes. You chewed your tongue almost, with the way he was dancing he should have replaced you in the group.

As the snippet of your song ended, you met eyes with him.

The sound of the traffic below you was muffled by the closed window as rain thundered against the glass. You stared longingly, however not quite sure what for. Seungkwan was always on your mind and you had found yourself always watching live interviews Seventeen were going through. You’d even found a few fancams of him doing Mirror’s choreography at the concert. Exhaling, you watched your warm breath fog up the glass before you.

You’d been in the dance studio since early hours of the morning, heavy on practising to get better at dancing. You didn’t want it to be your downfall but you’d seen the comments people were starting to make online. You wasn’t putting as much effort in as the others or you weren’t as confident. Frowning, you looked down at your hands that you’d been picking skin off. The door of the studio opened and you was prepared to be scolded by Akari to eat lunch but you raised your eyes to meet that of a soaked Seungkwan. You raised to your feet, furrowing your brows.

“Seungkwan?” you tilted your head, utterly confused as you approached him in his drenched clothing and sopping wet hair, “what the he-”

“The others said I could find you here,” Seungkwan breathed, seemingly a little out of breath as you glanced him over, “I’ll scold you for being harsh on yourself later but please y/n I need to speak to you about something before it eats me alive.”

You opened your mouth to speak, more concerned about him catching a cold than whatever the hell he had to say but Seungkwan shook his head, waving you off as he flashed a wide smile that you always found so comforting.

“I really like you, y/n,” his words froze you and suddenly you felt like the one stood in the middle of a dance studio in soaked clothing, “like really like you and it’s been ever since you were a trainee in this stupid room and now I get to watch you blossom as an idol and embrace a concept-”

“I like you too Kwan,” you whispered, taking another step towards the soaking male as his eyes followed you, “I’ve always stated you were my idol on interviews and talk shows, always mine - how does that sound, Kwannie? To be mine?”

He smiled, cold shaking hands reaching to cup your warm face as he leaned forward to press his lips to you.

“Sounds perfect.”

It was no secret to your fans - gems - and carats that Seungkwan and yourself was dating. But they’d honestly had inklings since you debuted that the two of you were closer than no other and borderline inseparable even with your schedules. That’s precisely how you coped with your new relationship. On this day, for once you’d switched the roles.

Leaning against the dance practise room’s wall, you admired the thirteen males vigorously going through majority of their choreographies. They panted heavily, sweat dripping from their foreheads and their hair sticking to their skin as they convinced themselves they didn’t need to take a break. You raised your bottle of drink to your lips, taking a sip as just the sight of them was making you dehydrated - not to mention how hot the dance practise room had gotten in the midst of their activities.

Don’t Wanna Cry ended and they yelled out in exhausted pain, their bodies aching as they fell to the vinyl floor and the staff paused the track list. Seungkwan crawled his way to you, breathing a sigh of relief when you passed him a bottle of water you’d been keeping a cool bag. Amused, you watched as he almost downed the whole thing.

“Funny how you’re the one watching right now.” He quipped, laying flat on the floor beside you. You laughed lightly, brushing the sweaty skin of his face with a cloth you’d been keeping in preparation for this moment. He smiled gratefully up at you.

“I don’t think I could sit and watch you guys for as long as you did me,” you mused, running a hand through his wet roots of hair with a small cringe of disgust, “I’m already so tired just watching you.”

“You don’t have to stay, sweetheart,” Seungkwan pouted, jutting his lower lip out with a sigh, “you should go home and rest, you’re working hard on a comeback right now.”

“So?” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest, “I’m waiting for you. We’re supposed to be having takeaway and movies tonight.”

“Of course,” Seungkwan laughed, rolling his eyes a little as he sat up to look at you, “how could I forget?”

The scowl on your face quicky dissolved at the sight of your boyfriend’s beaming grin looking in your direction, like a ball of sunshine with impeccable emotional strength and a heart of gold. You couldn’t help but smile back as you contemplated what life would have been like if you hadn’t entered the industry.

#cafeshuaaa #boo seungkwan #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen seungkwan #svt imagines #svt x reader #svt fanfic #svt fluff #svt #svt seungkwan #idol!au #afab!reader

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jooheonspinky · 11 months

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Monsta X Masterlist

Welcome: Thank you for stopping by.

*all works are complete unless otherwise stated*

Shownu x Female Reader

So Beautiful[09.10.2021] {Angst, Smut} After having your first child, you no longer feel sexy with your new mom bod.

Wonho x Female Reader, ft Jooheon x Reader’s Female BFF

Stuck[04.08.2018] (a collaboration with @millie-ionaire05) {Smut}: Your best friend and you work for the most amazing company ever, hiring Kpop artists for events. When fraudsters come into play, the two of you will be stuck scrambling to appease the client and either losing your jobs, or striking on luck.: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 |

Wonho x Female Reader, ft Kihyun

The Mummy Prince [10.30.2018] {Halloween Thriller, Smut, one shot}: Y/N starts working at a museum of ancient artifacts. She is excited to put her studies of old languages to use as a new object is brought in.

Losing You [12.21.2020] {angst, magic!au}: Wonho must choose between you or saving the world

Minhyuk x Female Reader

The Black Ribbon[06.12.2018] {Horror/Thriller!au, one shot}: Minhyuk returns after an accident wearing a black choker that he insists must never be taken off.

Enchanted Night [03.30.2020] {Fantasy; one shot}: Accepting an invitation to a Halloween beach party, Y/N tags along with her best friend. There, she meets a young man with whom she hits it off with right away. But he is not all that he seems.

Kihyun x Female Reader

Ghost Tour Surprise [10.31.2021] {Halloween, Spooky}: Y/N takes a haunted tour of historical downtown, meeting a strange, yet handsome passenger along the way.

Hyungwon x Female Reader

Rumors[06.19.2018] {Smut, one shot}: You never thought you’d find yourself pinned between the sinks in the women’s bathroom by your crush offering you what you’d always wanted, but here you were, staring up into his face scrambling to keep your cool.

A Midnight Ball on Hallows' Eve [10.16.2019] {Spooky!au, one shot}: You share a dance with a mysterious stranger.

Jooheon x Female Reader

Tamed Hearts: [09.28.2018] {Angst, Fluff}: Do past lives really exist? It’s difficult for Y/N to cling to her beliefs when so much has her leaning towards a yes.: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Regrets: [10.31.2020] {Fantasy, angst, one shot}: This was a ‘finish the story’ challenge using this prompt: Part of me was hoping the ground would just open up and swallow me whole as I watched him approach me. I hadn��t seen him since that night we parted ways, and I was hoping I never would. Seeing him brought back all of those memories that I fought so hard to repress, to forget. ”Hello dear, I thought I might find you here.”

No Regrets: [04.24.2022] {Fantasy, vampire!au, angst, fluff, smut, one shot}: When I can’t let our last goodbye be for forever.

Got my Number: [08.23.2022] {idol!au, fluff, smut, one shot}: A trip to see Monsta X in concert turns out to be so much more than expected.

Jooheon x Gender Neutral Reader

Disturbance:[08.13.2021] {Angst}:A waking nightmare shakes you to your core and Jooheon is there to help calm you afterwards despite the fact you two had not been talking to each other all day.

Changkyun x Female Reader

The Spirit Board[10.29.2018] {Halloween Thriller, one shot}: When Y/N finds an old spirit board while cleaning out her attic, will she still believe that spirits aren’t real?

OT7

Wonho X Female Reader, ft BFF Changkyun, BTS

Lure of the Lore [01.30.2019] {Werewolf, angst, fluff, smut}: Y/N‘s never been a believer in lore, unlike her best friend Changkyun. That is until he drags her to yet ANOTHER exhibit where there is a supposed werewolf locked in a cage made of silver and steel. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

Monsta X Cabin in Lure of the Lore [11.25.2019]1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Jooheon X Female Reader

The Draco Prince [09.12.2020]{Fantasy; Inspired by The Witcher series}: Y/N sets on a quest to find the dragon prince. Her goal is to break the curse and return him to his family. This journey finds her befriending several creatures and humans which turn out to be essential to her quest. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

#Monsta X Masterlist #Wonho Masterlist #Son Hyunwoo #Shownu #Lee Minhyuk #Minhyuk #Yoo Kihyun #Kihyun #Chae Hyungwon #Hyungwon #Lee Jooheon #Jooheon #Joohoney #Im Changkyun #I.M #Changkyun #wonho #Lee Hoseok #Monsta X Hoseok

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1997yakul · 6 months

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chapter 3: The Wolf

Men With Cold Exteriors and Kind Hearts, Among Other Great Sights

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summary: After getting a handle on things at your new job and putting your deposit down on your first apartment, you finally feel like you're proving your worth to the adult world. Only, is your catlike, hot, new boss (that smells too good) going to be an issue? Or, will it be the buff, delicate-mannered, heavy lifter that somehow just became your roommate? Either way-- this is fine, everything's okay, because you're grown now and you can figure it out....

Right?

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

.｡.:*♡ Pairing: boss!changkyun x gender neutral reader ('pretty girl' is used once…sorry I simply couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.4k (chap1, chap2, chap3)

✧ Tags: chose your ending!, angst, humor, kissing, swearing, almost sexy time, absolutely broken changkyun iykyk, self doubt/worry/fear, alcohol consumption

✧ Notes: changkyun's ending !!! yippee enjoy

initially published on ao3 on july 11 2023

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

Right as the door shuts, you wag your finger repeatedly at Hyunwoo and he throws his arms up in an accusing manner, bobbing his head saying “He did not hear me!” before getting interrupted with your hand clamping over his mouth.

“He literally turned around! And you are too loud! Still!” He laughs, backing out of your hand.

✱

Kihyun and Chaeyoung meet you at the bus stop the Monday after and are cracking up at videos they took of each other at karaoke. There’s a small pang of sadness, courtesy of FOMO.

And then it swallows itself with warmth at the memory of a ride home from Changkyun.

Sitting alone in the seat across from them, you ask to see the videos. Kihyun is belting out some sad ballad and Chaeyoung is recording, creating a very unstable video that trembles with each one of her bouts of laughter.

Kihyun’s eyes widen after you share some of your night with Changkyun to them. Chaeyoung gasps, huddling close and in a hushed voice says, “No, dude— you’re literally dating at this point.” She points to you, shaking her head slowly. Kihyun agrees, mumbling about how shocked he is that anyone could get Changkyun to loosen up.

“I don’t know, I think we are like… friends now. He told me to call him by his first name.” You say, fumbling with a zipper on your bag. Kihyun and Chaeyoung laugh, shocked beyond words. “I’m serious! I’ll show you, I swear.”

By the time you arrive at work with Kihyun and Chaeyoung, Changkyun is in his office, only the top of his head visible upon entry to the floor. It’s the first time since he transferred here that you’ve come in and the shades have been drawn open on his office windows. His head ducked down so you can only see the slicked black hair slide down the back of his nape, feathering out before the collar of his shirt. He wears this grayish suit, a shade of purple peeks from under his ironed suit jacket. It’s powerful, maybe a muted prussian. The light enters the office from behind him, a window perfectly positioned for a view of the entrance. You’re sure it comes with a direct line of vision to his car. You wonder if Changkyun is one of those men that calls his car his ‘baby’ and boasts about it to other higher-ups using explicitly feminine terms in a grimy sort of fashion. You hope he doesn’t. You decide definitely not, but eventually remind yourself that men always seem to; slowly but surely— ease you into their very secretive misogynistic tendencies only after you’ve started really getting to know them. You’ve had your fair share of Tinder dates fall off the deep end because it turned out that ‘non-political’ just means ‘extremely right leaning, but I know if I set it as this I would get absolutely zero pussy. I’m compromising. Surprise! Let’s talk about Ben Shapiro for an hour at this janky pizza place.’ But, he’s certainly not like that… Well… Okay. Chill out. You don’t really know him, stop assuming. This is what happens when you let yourself indulge in your imagination.

You sit down, logging into your computer and clocking in. Chaeyoung says something about waiting for your ‘bestie’ to pop over, and just as she finishes her sentence, the door to Changkyun’s office swings open. He kicks down the door stopper and makes a b-line to your desk. Chaeyoung scrambles to sit down in time, gripping at her arm rests and accidentally launching a pen into the air.

It falls to the carpeted floor with a sad patter at Changkyun’s feet, a shiny pair of black oxford’s. He presses the toe of his shoe on the tip of the pen, flicking it up. He leans over and grabs it midair, his thumb and palm envelope it. Without ever looking Chaeyoung in the eye, he sets it on her desk. “Good morning.” She mumbles out, “Thank you, Mr. Im.”

He turns, laying his forearm along the divider between your cubicle and Chaeyoung’s. “Hello.” He greets, leaning over a little to meet your eye level better.

Your heart fills your chest, thumping hard enough that it reaches your ears. You swallow hard and turn to him. “Hi, Changkyun.”

He cocks his head a little, straightening up and adjusting his sleeve around his wrist. “Mr. Im, right?” He smiles, it’s a little too proud, and now you feel weak again. Kihyun’s expression grows weary. “Can you follow me to my office?” Suddenly, the calm sound of hushed voices and rustling papers halts, and a few heads turn to face you and Changkyun. Your mouth feels dry, and your palms begin to sweat.

“Sure, Mr. Im.” You stand slow, waiting for him to back up a little so you have more room to move— but he just holds his ground. You shuffle around your spinny chair until he starts making his way to his office, then you shove the chair aside and glance at your friends. They are both making crazy eyes, and Kihyun offers a shrug. You shake your head unknowingly.

“Close the door behind you, please.” He says, his voice always grumbling lowly, and you follow his cologne like it comes with a leash. He gives his shades a few twists, just to give a little more privacy. The room gets darker, and he pulls out the chair for you. “So,” he points to your seat before fixing his belt. He leans on the side of his desk, his name plaque new and shiny, gold. “I was wondering if you had any ideas for a company outing.”

“This isn’t about me calling you by your first name?”

He blinks a little dumbly before glancing out the windowed door, heads fire back to their computers at his silent command. “No, I mean. That too, but this means more to me.” He feels up and down his right arm. “Don’t call me that in the office, I’d prefer if we kept it formal at work, you know…” His eyebrows thread together, fighting as he tries to find the right words. “Please.”

You nod, two times very firmly. “Company outing, um…” Checking over to your right, Kihyun and Chaeyoung are peering over their dividers at you. “Well I know some employees really like karaoke.” He nods in agreement, his fingers brushing softly at the tip of his nose.

“And that would be fun, for everyone to go do karaoke?”

“Maybe, like, eat and then do karaoke? Just so it’s an easier warm up.”

He nods, motioning to the door. “Okay, thank you. I’ll take that into consideration.” You stand up, kind of bug eyed, and push the chair back in, leaving with your hands close to your sides. You let the door close quietly before speed walking back to your cubicle. Kihyun and Chaeyoung both lean in to hear what happened, and you wave them off, peeking back at Changkyun. He is nervously pacing around his office, his face adorning a stern, thoughtful look.

✱

It doesn’t take long for the plans to become final, Changkyun sets up a company outing for that Friday, saying it will boost morale and help him get to know everyone better.

Changkyun is about four shots in when he says he is done drinking. He’s got a red flush across his nose bridge and cheeks, and his jaw is looser than usual, not clenched or as serious as he usually keeps it. He says something along the lines of… “Finish this on your own, this is the best I’ll feel all night” or “This is the end for me, I’m perfectly tipsy.” You can’t exactly recollect the wording, but it does something to your stomach nonetheless. The IT guy who sits next to Changkyun laughs hard, obviously more drunk. He unbuttons the top two buttons on Changkyun’s shirt, saying it’s too hot for him to still be wearing his full suit. Changkyun agrees sheepishly, wiggling off his jacket and folding it over the back of his chair.

He runs his hands from his forehead to the crown of his head, stopping there for a moment to scratch a little at his scalp. His mouth fills up with hot air, releasing it through his nose. He rubs his knuckles over his top lip, catching any sweat forming and leans back in his chair. The front legs lift off the ground ever so slightly, and he unbuttons the third button of his shirt on his own. He grabs at the bottom of his papery button up and tugs firmly a few times, enough to get fresh air. His cologne trickles down the table, it’s warm now, usually cold. Humid, and slightly tepid. The room smells of alcohol and heat. Stuffy and masculine. Kihyun and Chaeyoung pass you a shot each, and you take them before your brain can conjure up a reason not to.

The guy sitting across from Changkyun laughs heartily before getting his words out, pointing a hand up in the air. “I have an idea.” He is as drunk as one could get, hiccuping embarrassingly between syllables. “Let’s just do, uhm… let’s all play Smash or Pass.” Changkyun wordlessly shakes his head ‘No,’ lifting an arm from his lap onto the table.

“I organized this, thanks to Y/N” Changkyun starts, his words soft and tender, hand movements flow wistfully. “This was meant to be a way for me to get to know you guys a bit better, I don’t want—”

“Okay, we all know who you’re smashing!” Someone shouts out from your end of the table, and Changkyun shouts back before he can process what he is getting himself into.

“Who would that be!?” He points at the guy asking, his eyebrows uneven and mouth loose. It’s quiet for a second, and Changkyun scans up and down the table to see if anyone really has the gall.

“Y/N.” Someone says obtusely, it’s a statement rather than a question or a suggestion, and a few other people laugh in agreement. Now the table has a weird air of uncomfortableness as people wait for Changkyun or you to respond. The only reason it’s not unbearably awkward is because you can assume not many people will remember this tomorrow. Chaeyoung laughs the absolute hardest, and Kihyun grabs at her shoulders to calm her down. Your body freezes, mid-sip and you blink once, eyes shifting to Changkyun.

His face slowly droops, eyebrows furrowing in a hurt way.

“You couldn’t get mamas in your dreams!!!” Chaeyoung yells, grabbing a wad of dirty napkin and throwing it limply in his direction. Her cry jumpstarts the ruckus once more. The tissue barely makes it an inch towards him, and he only evinces a weak snarl, recoiling ever so slightly.

“Chaeyoung!” You shout, setting down your glass hard enough that it splashes in the cup. “Stop that!” You are tipsy too, and the words can’t come like they would if you weren’t. You feel limp and defeated, and Changkyun’s expression is heartbreaking.

His jaw juts out slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he thinks, and the table grows quiet once again. His eyes scan back and forth down the table at the plates and glasses, shaking his head in disapprovement. “That is…” He stands up, pushing his chair back and stumbling around in his spot, the girl next to him puts her hands up to protect herself as he stabilizes, rocking back and forth slightly between his wobbly legs. He bites at his lip, finally scanning the faces at the table until he meets your eyes. You weren’t thinking about your expression before now, but from his reaction you can tell it was obviously some form of disgust. He shakes his head, “I’m really so sorry.” He says, and a few other people mumble out apologies around you.

He stands up, grabbing something from his pockets as he pushes the exit door open, and the table is met with the most awkward silence you have ever experienced. Two girls whisper amongst themselves, standing up and walking to the bathroom together. Tears spring just slightly at your eyes when you realize the importance of what just happened, and the effect it will certainly have on Changkyun and your friendship. The nice buzz is just setting in, and you stand up and force yourself to follow him out.

“Hi.” You say, gentle as you let the door fall closed behind you. His wide shoulders greet you before he can turn around, the few clicks of a lighter sound out before he turns to face you. A cool gust of wind passes you both by, and his shirt flaps harshly against his chest, his hair ruffled and fucked from him rutting his fingers back and forth through it. “It’s nice out here, wow. Less stuffy.” You smile the words out, hoping he’ll wordlessly agree to forget about the whole thing. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers and he looks down at you, silently. He huffs, exhaling towards the street so the smoke doesn’t hit you, but the wind brings it to your face anyway. You cough a little, eyes tingling as you lift your face up to see him. Tears have filled up his eyes to the brim. His face is dark, and he smirks slightly around his cigarette, using a free hand to untuck his shirt.

He chuckles, dropping his wrist to his thigh, holding his cigarette below. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, wiping his sleeve twice at each eye. You pull his arm down, fingers gripping at his sleeve. His eyes are red, cheeks still rosy. You run your thumb along his waterline, and he wets his lower lip. He taps a little at his cigarette, holding it down by his side.

“Shouldn’t I be the one crying?” You smile up at him, and he finally smiles back. You feel fuzzy. Light on your toes, you run your hand down his cheek, and he melts. His eyes close and his shoulders droop, face sinking into your palm, warm and calm. Two tears run down his cheeks onto your hand, splitting off down into the delicate texture of your skin. “You need this.” You whisper, and he smiles so slightly, face so tired and gaunt. You reach, slow around his waist up to his back, and run your hand down until his spine curves. He leans into you, folding over your shoulder limply. He says nothing, only settles into your body as his breathing slows. He uses one forearm to prop himself off of you, pressing his arm flat against the glass with a sharp 90 degree bend at his elbow, careful not to lean anymore weight on you. You would worry about your coworkers seeing you, but your buzz is perfect, he’s lovely, and the sheer curtains are doing enough for your own level of comfort.

He mumbles, folding an arm around your waist. “There’s so much I want to say, in another setting.” He’s heavy, but gravity feels fake, and there’s a lightness that encapsulates the both of you. “Just— just for now,” He exhales the last of his uneven breaths. “Please take your time with me.” His voice crumbles a bit, like he’s ashamed or knows it’s wrong to ask for this or behave this way with an inferior. The forearm pressed flesh against the glass drops, and he huffs, face craned next to your ear. He’s tired and mellows out over your shoulder, maybe it’s the first time he’s been this honestly exhausted with someone. Like the act is done and over. He’s not unapologetic about it, he’s just ashamed and tired. As if he doesn’t want to be perceived this way, but has realized he has no choice.

You can’t remember the last time you held someone who needed to be held as much as Changkyun. You wrap your arms around him too.

✱

A lot of the employees are missing when Changkyun and you return to your table in the restaurant. Kihyun is patting Chaeyoung on the back as she downs another noodle side dish. Changkyun’s demeanor is completely different, the last second you checked on him before entering the restaurant again, he was bent over and worn looking, like a worn teddy bear with not enough stuffing. Now he was tall and powerful, chest puffed slightly and eyes just a little puffy (he assured one of your coworkers it was the sodium). “So, karaoke?” He says, broadening his shoulders, finishing his suggestion by cupping his hands together. Kihyun mumbles something to Chaeyoung, but she yells out many mushed words of approval before processing anything he says.

“Shhh! It’s fine!” She fawns, twisting around to face Kihyun, who’s worried expression releases into satisfaction.

It’s not a karaoke session in Korea without Big Bang. Kihyun chooses something cheesy and melodic and Chaeyoung tells him to skip it before he gets a word out. They battle over the tambourine and Changkyun only joins in to break them up when Bae Bae comes on and he’s had another few drinks in him, he sings everything flat and his eyes bore holes into Kihyun as he helps Chaeyoung pull off her cardigan. The room is musty and hot, and there’s at least 8 or 9 of you smashed along the couch, exposed skin sticking to the sweating leather seats. Changkyun’s cologne still envelopes the room, and even if you close your eyes to calm down your bouncing heart rate, you smell him and the lavishness of his skin. The dry tobacco scent from his cigarette at the restaurant clings to him. He folds his fingers one at a time over your wrist to get you to stand, a limp tug like he wants you to get up, but isn’t telling you to. You get up anyway.

He points to you, singing T.O.P’s verse like he really means it, kind of wobbling around flimsily. He’s all goofy and sways around the hot room, and taking his free hand to touch those on the couch like he’s a genuine celebrity. You smile big, laughing every once in a while when he fucks up the lyrics and has to stop in his tracks and look back at the screen, having to hang up the charismatic facade as he figures out the words. Once he gets back in the swing of things, he acts like he never stopped in the first place. He’s hypnotic and beguiling like he has always been and rocks his head back and forth, exposing his neck, slicked with sweat like a sacrificial offering. He glances over at you just slightly when he sings “My body wraps around yours so perfectly” and you think it’s all profusely nostalgic, like maybe you dreamt of this as a dinky tween. The only problem is he breaks eye contact two seconds later and grabs hold of another employee and tugs at her sleeve to stand, but it's not like what he did with you earlier, this tug is demanding. He’s desperate. The irrepressible urge to scream grows in your throat, and you whisper to Kihyun that you’re going out to get some air.

It’s a good few breaths you take outside, like finally the cool air can hit you again like it did outside the restaurant. You pull out your phone to mindlessly scroll, just for a minute or two. The clock reads 22:27. Hyunwoo texts you a peculiar gif not a second later, it’s a very specific reference to a conversation you had with him earlier. It feels nice to know he listens so carefully. A gray bubble pops up before you can type a response. ‘How’s it going? Havin fun?’ You smile, your heart tugs a little and you feel grounded again. “Soooo much fun.” A voice grumbles behind you, and Changkyun leans over your shoulder, craning around your back and slipping his arms under yours, his hands folding over yours, fingers aligning as he begins to type for you. “Good?” He breathes out, and you have to turn your head away from him to calm down. Your heart thumps heavily, so heavy and powerful that it hurts, a low droning pain.

He doesn’t send the text before you can turn back around to face him, and he steps back a bit to stabilize himself. You hold your thumb on the backspace until each word disappears, and your eyes meet Changkyun’s for a moment before you look down to your feet. They’re heavy-lidded now, and his hair is still all sorts of fucked up. Your heart pumps at an unbearable rate, and you can hear your pulse through your ears. “Stop being so…” he exasperates, threading a hair behind your ear. Leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle, “…scared of me.”

You have to stretch a little to shake off the haze that’s settling over your mind, and his hands drag from under your arms down to the top of your hips, and they settle along them like they were made to be there all along. You open your mouth, but nothing that your brain skims through can accurately reply. “Okay.” You nod up at him, like you only know obedience.

He dips his head back down, his bottom lip drags over your neck, and he kisses you there once or twice. He lets out these soft little sounds like he’s too excited for words. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Fuck, so good. So pretty.” Your hand grazes over his neck and slides down until your thumb traces over his collarbone. He kisses less sloppy this time, on your neck again, on your cheek, on your jaw. Avoiding your lips like he’s saving them for later.

He’s been doing shots, you think. “I’m so grateful that I met you.” He whispers over your ear, and his arms wrap further around your waist, inching back up. “You know, earlier…” He starts, carefully, like it’s a sensitive topic that he doesn’t mean to offend with. “Thank you for understanding.” It’s weird, you think. He’s being endearing, or at least he’s trying to. You can feel him in his suit pants and he’s just growing harder. You push him off slow. “It’s okay, yeah?” He’s so drunk he’s barely awake. You can only bite at your lip and look away. More than anything in the world, you would like to fuck Changkyun. Even just once, even if it made your job so much harder and so much more awkward after. You just think it would be so good that it would all be worth it. But he’s too drunk, so you can’t. “I’m drunk, I’m drunk. I really like you, if you like me…” His words get sloppier and guilt pits in your stomach heavier than you can handle. You push him with two fingers back further like you’re really annoyed now, he has to stabilize himself by gripping a railing. You head back inside.

✱

Changkyun is an enigma. It seems with everything in his career, he faces it head on. With you, he’s careful, would never expect a clear answer or decision unless it's statistics on a file. Ever since that night at karaoke, he's cowered away in humiliation. You’re sure he wants you both to forget the whole thing, but it's so difficult with the words he spoke to you circling your head like the last drops of water down the drain. It takes a week before you realize that he’s not going to address the situation on his own, and if you want something to give, you're going to have to be the one who initializes the first push.

You fake overtime, knowing he usually stays later than the rest of you, you text Kihyun and Chaeyoung that you’ll call them after you speak to him and let them know all of the details. As soon as your last coworker wishes you a good night and the elevator doors close before her, your stomach pits like you've just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. It's the worst mistake you've made, and terror envelopes your entire system. You tell yourself in 15 minutes you’ll go knock on his door, sliding headphones on to calm yourself down. Shuffling a playlist a few times, you focus on your breathing while putting some stray pens and papers back into your filing drawer. When you hear Changkyun’s office door open way sooner than expected, your throat dries in an instant, your eyes glued to your desk and you work on trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

His voice penetrates the wall you've desperately tried to build, and you turn quickly to face the direction it comes from, pushing off your headphones so they can fall around your neck. It's only then you realize that your music was never connected to them. You stand out of your chair suddenly. Changkyun looms, his silhouette shaded, one of the few light sources in the room is a lamp behind him. You cock your head slightly at him and he repeats himself: “Narcos.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone, and he's right. You were listening to the Narcos theme, outloud. “Sorry. I thought my headphones were–” Changkyun’s lips frown, and he shakes his head in disapproval, his arms folded over his chest. So you cut yourself short, grabbing your bag in a rush to just get out because the whole thing felt like a mistake.

“Do you know what the lyrics are about?” He doesn't try stopping you from packing away your things or help you clean up, he just watches with arms crossed. You shake your head, slowing down movements, trying to process the situation. “Drowning fear with love.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me?” You surprise yourself with your sudden outburst, pinching yourself in the thigh.

He sighs like he’s been preparing what he’s about to say. “I overstepped. If anyone was going to reach out again, it should not have been me.” Your heart tugs because he's thought it out and was respectful and right. He was right.

“Why'd you have to drink so much?” Your eyes trace over the darkness that has hidden him so well.

You can hear him smile, and the song still plays behind you. “Because I’m smitten for someone I shouldn't be.” His head tilts down to his shoes on the carpet, a few strands of his slicked hair fall forward. Your heart feels like it's on a linear path to explosion. “Someone I have too much power over already.” He inhales deeply, and you move slowly to face him, releasing the pen in your hand.

“They make me nervous. I care a lot about how this person sees me, and I was worried they saw me as too uptight. So I did the only thing I knew would make me less uptight. Like a jackass.”

“Well doing that to me was the most jackass thing you've ever done, so you’ve got your worries in the wrong place.”

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I know.” He steps forward twice until he can be illuminated by your desk light, and he looks magnificent. His eyelids hang heavily and he has dark bags under his eyes. The curve of his back as he looks down, his dress shirt flexing over his shoulders as he reaches to put the pen in a cup. “It was gross. I’m a dog.”

“No, idiot. No. You’re so stupid.” You pull the pen back out from the cup and slap it back onto your desk. His eyes light up, widening at your reaction. “You’re not a dog. You made me want you when I couldn't have you.” Changkyun has to tilt his head back slightly to give you room to come closer. “You made me worry for you and then disappeared like you didn’t need me. You’re a cat.” The song slows to a complete halt and the office is completely silent besides the air conditioning stuttering to keep up.

“I do.” Changkyun whispers. “I do need you.” His fingers float around your head like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch. “You wanted me.” He says, and you’re unsure if it’s a question. You don’t care, you nod anyways, pulling his hand to your face like he did to you a week ago. “Pretty.” He mumbles, tilting his head to get a better view. You can barely keep your eyes open, and he places his other hand on your cheek before pulling you close to him again. Back into his embrace, where his cologne suffocates the air around you. You’d be happy to only breathe this air forever. “You’re so pretty.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding tight enough that your hips push into each other, colliding dully. This time his words aren’t slurred, they’re just kept quiet, like a secret meant to keep between the two of you. “I’m your cat.” Your heart pounds against him, and he pulls both of his arms around to your back so he can take off his watch, sliding it off and setting it on your desk behind you. He lifts you up by your thighs and rests you next to it, your fingers brush the cool metal as you stabilize yourself.

He backs up for a second, just so he can scan over your face for any implication you don’t want him. “I’m, really…” He laughs, looking at his feet before centering himself on you again. Feeling at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m really smitten.”

“Prove it.” You whisper, and Changkyun steps forward again, smoothly sliding a palm around the side of your neck, leaning in slowly, eyelashes hiding his pupils.

“I did already. Don’t you remember when I tried to fuck you after singing?” He smiles, proud of himself now for being able to keep his impulses at bay. You let your head loll from side to side like you’re deep in thought.

You hum a note of approval, “I would’ve let you if I knew you could’ve kept it up for more than a minute. It never lasts when you’re that drunk.” Your fingers brush down the side of his cheek, and Changkyun’s eyebrows thread conspicuously. He situates himself deeper between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you.” His palm lands on top of your thigh, brushing up and down. “You’re too perfect.”

You stare at him, angled down just a little from your seat on the desk. “What did you say earlier…” You prod, pushing Changkyun back an inch with a hand on his chest. “Called yourself a kitty. My kitty”

He shakes his head this time, whatever to get his point across, he’ll take. You drag your nails down the side of his neck, leaning in to press kisses on the opposite side, and needy noises fall from his lips. His shoe twisting into the carpet, he leans further in again, grabbing a fistful of ass as compensation. You make your way over to his lips, finally fulfilling the need. He nips quickly and sharply at your bottom lip, his hand forking through your hair. “Fuck” he groans, “fuck me.” “Please.” His voice mellows out as his phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. You sigh deeply, dropping your face to your hands, his face hot and legs tangled up in his. You pull away at the same time he does, checking it quickly before ending the call without ever picking it up. His pupils are blown out, cheeks are a bright pink, lips plumped and a little shiny from your makeup. You pat at his hair, rutting through knots with your fingers.

“I made dinner reservations for us because I had planned to apologize. Like a boss would.” He catches the hand on his head with his own. “Not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m hungry.” You shrug with a smile, and he eyes you completely baffled. He stares for a moment before shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

“Let’s go, Kitty cat.” You slide yourself off the side of the desk, fixing your skirt as Changkyun fixes your hair.

He halts his hands before letting them fall with a pinch of one of your cheeks. “Don’t let that be a thing, please.”

✱

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