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A Flight Later | Lee Minhyuk

Paring: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: R

Warnings: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Rating: G

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a race against time, barely managing to catch her flight, only to be stopped by the unanticipated arrival of a snowstorm. With all flights on hold, she opts to find shelter in a nearby hotel. Thanks to an unexpected mishap by the hotel's staff, she's given a choice - share her lodging with an irresistibly attractive stranger or brave the storm to find alternative accommodation.

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If time ever worked in her favor, she swore she never ever had to worry about the word “late” ever again in her life. But alas, the word “late” loved her too much just to disappear from her life like a pair of someone’s favorite socks or their lucky bag.

Y/N was simply never lucky. She swore there was a family curse, but everyone in her family had gotten the “lucky” side of it. In contrast, she was simply cursed with the unlucky aspect of it. She tried praying to whatever may catch her shitty attempts at warding it away, but nobody seemed to care.

She even went as far as to cry in the middle of her messy apartment, hoping that whoever was watching would see and maybe take some sort of pity on her. In favor, she was sure they were laughing their asses off at the free fucking show she was giving them.

Christmas was like any other year. Busy as fuck, fast-paced, and if you weren’t ready for the attack, you better be quick with dodging.

Y/N made sure to wake up just 5 hours before her flight was due every single year. She didn’t care if she was running off 30 minutes of sleep and leaving her house at 1:30 in the morning like a crazy person, almost late for their 9 am shift.

No matter what it was, there was always something that would happen.

Christmas was never very forgiving to Y/N. Last year, it was the power shutdown. The year before, a broken heater caused the water pipes to freeze. The universe seemed to have a penchant for dropping wildcards in her path.

This year, it played its cruel game again.

Her alarm, the protective wall between the chaos of Christmas and sleep’s blissful oblivion, failed her. The promised shrill call to action never came, and Y/N woke up to an eerily quiet room, save for the sinister tick-tock of the clock that now read 5 - two hours later than it should have been. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Before she knew it, she was racing around her cramped apartment, pulling on clothes, brushing her hair with one hand while stuffing her travel bag with the other.

Why she held off with packing until the last second was fucking beyond her.

To add insult to injury, the weather gods threw an impromptu snow festival outside. When Y/N managed to navigate down the slippery stairs of her apartment building, she looked up to a constellation of snowflakes, each falling with the grace of a feather in the wind.

Leaving her sanctuary of warmth, she grits her teeth as the seductive dance of the snowflakes teases her with their cold touches. Every flake that brushed against her skin sent a chilling reminder of the cruel winter. Despite her hurry, she took a moment to admire the ethereal beauty before the reality of her predicament crashed down upon her.

The routine hustle and bustle of the city had transformed into a slow-moving tableau. She could hear the frustrated honks and the indistinct cursing of fellow trapped souls, all fighting against the glacial embrace of Mother Nature. Her usual brisk walking pace was replaced with a cautious shuffle, each step a delicate ballet on the icy pavement. A ten-minute journey to the bus stop usually felt like she was running a marathon in slow motion.

Once there, her hopeful eyes were met with the sight of her bus, stuck a few blocks away, a streak of vibrant color choked by the sludgy white quilt of snow. The traffic, once an orderly stream of vehicles, was now a convoluted mess, frozen in an eternal deadlock synonymous with her own frustration.

A resigned sigh escaped her lips as she clutched her coat tighter, making an impromptu refuge as the snow relentlessly assaulted the city. She glanced at the watch she was wearing, frowning at the ticking hands, which now seemed more like an enemy than a companion. Cold, time, and paralysis were poignant reminders of her stuck state.

It appeared that rushing wouldn’t do any good today. Trapped in a rush, caught by the mischievous antics of weather gods, Y/N found herself laughing despite the freezing cold and her predicament. And so there she stood, alone in a crowd of bundled-up people sharing her plight, silently pleading for an end to this unannounced snow festival.

But as time ticked by to never be seen again, she slowly realized that the snow was slowly getting heavier, and if possible, it was getting colder. She was half tempted to test fate out even more, to give herself false hope and check her phone, which was probably dead, to see if a snowstorm was possible.

But the universe appeared to enjoy playing cruel jokes on Y/N. The gods seemed to enjoy watching humans squirm as they twisted the mundanity of life into a tempestuous voyage. And the cruel winter winds seemed to share their malevolent intent.

Her phone buzzed weakly in her pocket as if on cue, displaying a measly one percent battery. Increasingly cold fingers fumbled with the screen to catch a fleeting glimpse of the weather update. The damning news confirmed her worst fears, with the cold indifference of the phrase’ severe snowstorm warning’ displayed before her phone promptly gave a last breath and blanked out.

She cursed under her breath, her mutterings lost to the wind’s icy mockery. A cruel cosmic joke indeed. Her frustrations seemed to echo in the cold, lifeless device in her hand. In desperation, she reached for her travel bag for the elusive charger, her sanctuary from this growing maelstrom of lousy luck. But of course, it, too, had something to contribute to her unfortunate predicament.

Upon pulling her bag around, her heart sank at the sight.

Panic gripped Y/N as she noticed her bag’s zipper halfway open, half-heartedly clinging to its duty. A mad scramble ensued as she delved into its depths with frozen fingers, desperation wrapping her heart in its icy grasp. The contents of her bag felt unfamiliar under her trembling touch, cueing the impending doom.

With a gasp, her hand emerged void of the lifeline she sought. No charger. It was still sitting on her bedside table, a mocking reminder of her frantic morning. Now, it felt like a slap to her already unfortunate day. The tiny piece of equipment, usually so insignificant, now felt like the difference between life and death, a melodrama spun by the snowstorm’s pervasive presence in her life.

Just as she contemplated whether she should risk returning home to retrieve the forgotten charger, the strained sounds of an engine groaning to a halt broke through the cacophony of the storm. The bus’s vibrant colors, lost under layers of snow and mud, offered an undesired sense of hope.

With one last glance at her dying phone, Y/N pushed her disappointment aside and dashed for the bus entrance. Her movements were clumsy, hindered by her heavy clothes and the cruel winter winds. Still, she made it just as the driver was about to close the doors, locking her out in the ruthless snowstorm. She onboarded, drenched in a mix of relief, defeat, and snow - a plot device to the cruel joke penned by her fate.

Panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts as she settled into a spot at the back of the snow-dusted bus. The severity of the storm made her question whether it was capable of halting all air traffic, making her already tight schedule even more fraught with tension.

The dying light of her phone caught her attention once more. With a heavy sigh, she unlocked it, the screen flickering weakly, stubbornly hanging onto the remaining battery. The time stared back at her, remorseless, hinting at her possible failure to catch her flight. She swallowed hard, grimacing as her mind calculated the time lost battling against the cruel winter and the time remaining for her to reach the airport.

Reality seemed to set in further as the last flicker of life drained from her phone. The prospect of missing her flight seemed far more probable now, contributing another layer to her dismal day. She leaned back in her seat, the snow outside blurring into a white canvas, reflecting the uncertainty of her predicament. Her journey, catapulted into a chaotic flux by the snowstorm, was but a chapter in the tragically comic tale uniquely penned for her fate by the universe.

She swore every year there was always something, and it felt like it just got worse and worse each time. Last week, the weather called for sunny skies, with the weather at roughly 41 degrees. So where the fuck did the cold snow come from? Who did she have to fight to keep some of her own sanity?

After what felt like an eternity, the bus finally pulled up to the airport. The idle chatter of its engine ceased, leaving only the howl of the ruthless snowstorm outside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she collected her bag, the prospect of missing her flight flashing in her already stressed mind.

She rushed inside with haste born of desperation, the icy blast of air chasing her in. The ticking clock was not the only enemy she battled against now.

As the last of the passengers from her bus filed into the airport, an announcement rang out, cold and indifferent like the storm outside. All flights are delayed until further notice. A collective sigh filled the room, but Y/N could only feel the bubbling anger within her. The cruel joke wasn’t over yet, it seemed.

Quickly weaving through the throng of disgruntled passengers, she found herself standing before an airline representative whose expression mirrored the weary resignation of those around her.

“How long?” she asked, her voice laden with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Ignoring the lump in her throat, she took a deep breath. Her anger wasn’t truly directed at this distraught worker just doing their job but at the rapidly spiraling sequence of misfortunes hurling her sanity over the edge. As she stood there, awaiting an answer, she couldn’t help but wonder who in the universe she had wronged for such relentless testing.

The airline representative gave a weary sigh, her hands moving nervously. The woman’s response was quiet, almost defeated, as if the storm had reached in and stolen her certainty, much like everyone else’s. “Honestly, miss, we’re not sure,” she confessed, remorse filling her eyes. “The weather forecast is calling for a prolonged storm. It might be several hours... or more.”

The words echoed in Y/N’s head, settling with a weight that left her feeling breathless. Several hours...or more. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on her, the universe seemingly challenging her patience. Her lips formed a thin line, frustration etching itself into the lines of her face. Her meticulously crafted plan was being shredded to pieces by a force beyond her control.

She gave a curt nod of thanks, her throat tight and words failing her. Turning around, she felt the weight of the day settling on her shoulders. The universe’s amusement at her expense, it seemed, knew no bounds. She slumped into a seat in the waiting area, staring blankly at the snow-covered runway outside. Her annoyance towards the unforeseen circumstance simmered within her, the words replaying in her mind, ‘several hours... or more’. Who did she have to fight to keep some of her sanity within this relentless storm?

She caught a fleeting movement in her peripheral vision – the airline worker was heading towards Y/N, an expression of empathetic concern on her face. Y/N’s simmering frustration was squashed momentarily, replaced with surprise as the worker hesitated briefly before deciding to take the seat beside her.

“I called the hotel across the street,” she began, her voice offering a kind of troubled solace. “I’ve put a room on hold for you. Thought you might need somewhere to stay until this storm lets up.”

The words should have been a relief, a temporary sanctuary in the cascading chaos she was amidst. Still, all she felt was a sinking feeling of defeat. Despite her situation, a flutter of gratitude swept over Y/N. She sighed, nodding her appreciation at the woman, aware that she was just a casualty in her relentless battle with fate.

She stood, a sense of inevitability weighing her down. She cast a final glance at the snow-lashed runway before turning away, ready to face another unexpected twist thrown at her by the universe. The universe’s relentless testing, it seemed, was far from over. The frontlines of her fight for sanity were extending to the mundane hotel room across the street.

Retracing her steps led her back to the entrance of the airport. The storm seemed more angrier than it had been before, and she swore she could hear it laughing in victory as it watched as yet another year was ruined for her.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her scarf tighter around herself, bracing for the chilled onslaught that awaited. She set off towards the hotel, each step a struggle against the powerful gusts carrying an arsenal of stinging snowflakes. Her teeth chattered, her skin numbing rapidly as if touching upon the epitome of human endurance.

“Fucking cold weather.”

She mumbled softly to herself, feeling a slight fit beginning to brew. She was pissed, furious even. Yet the snow kissed her cheeks even without the permission she would once grant it.

“For one fucking year, can you give me a break? What do I do to piss you off so much, huh?” She uttered once more, her eyes flicking around to see if anyone was crazy enough to watch her talk to herself. Thankfully, it seemed as though she was the only crazy person brave enough to walk through the storm. “It must be those ladybugs I keep killing. Maybe Mother Nature, if they weren’t so scary and if you didn’t give them wings they wouldn’t be dead at the hands of my shoes.”

After her verbal self-scolding was over, she cinched her coat tighter around her and trudged onwards, the roar of the wind and her own vexed thoughts her only company. Each step she took felt like a mile, the icy wind and swirling snow grappling at her, seeming intent on making her journey a tedious battleground. Though, in spite of it all, she pressed on.

The maelstrom seemed reluctant to let her destination come into view, but gradually, a glow spawned through the white canvas of chaos. The hotel, an oasis of warm light amidst the tumultuous darkness, provided a renewed surge of determination. Armed with nothing but tenacity, she pushed forward against the shrieking wind until, at last, she entered the careworn but inviting doorway.

Exposing her reddened face to the warm lobby air, she heaved in a shaky sigh of relief. The trek had been harsh, but she was there. Here, in this analog sanctuary of coziness amongst the storm. She removed her snow-sodden coat sloshed, and slipped her way towards the front desk.

A woman smiled sympathetically from behind the counter. Removing one of her gloves, she swept away some snowflakes from her eyelashes. Brushing away a strand of hair that had clung to her frost-kissed cheek, she took a moment to compose herself before approaching the woman behind the counter. The warmth of the lobby, a sharp contrast to the frigid world outside, brought a hint of color back to her face.

“Excuse me,” she started, her voice steadier than she expected, and continued to recount the day’s ordeal, her words stumbling out in a strained whisper. “You see, it just was not my day. The flight... it was cancelled, thanks to this storm.” As she gestured outside, her voice became tinged with sarcasm. “And well, now I find myself stranded.”

“Luckily, a kind soul at the airport booked a room for me here,” she continued, maintaining direct eye contact with the sympathetic desk lady. She ended her tale with a weary smile which didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before adding, “Seems like my unlucky streak is finally letting up, isn’t it?”

The desk lady nodded in understanding and proceeded to assist her, a flicker of concern in her eyes. A hollow laughter sounded from outside the windows as she was handed a set of keys with a plastic badge reading ‘Room 204’. It seemed, even now, that the storm was not entirely done having its say.

With the key in hand, she thanked the lady at the desk, mustering a small smile. With anticipation of warmth and solitude, she navigated her way to Room 204. The deeper into the hotel she went, the fervent hum of the storm began to fade in the background, replaced by the soft whispers of the hotel.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it open and was immediately met with the hotel room’s invitingly warm lighting. However, the scene before her wasn’t what she was expecting. Already in the room, to her disbelief, was a man. Surprise registered on his face, matching hers.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his shock quickly manifesting into confusion. “I think there’s been a mistake. This is my room.”

“Actually, it’s my room. The front desk just gave me the key. There must be a mix-up.” She raised an eyebrow at the stranger, holding up her key badge. Her tired patience from the day’s unlucky events was beginning to wear thin, her exhaustion making her words sharper than intended.

Pushing herself up to her full height, she glared at him icily. “Listen,” she started, her voice as sharp as the icy wind that had tormented her all day. “I’ve been through hell and back today. Thanks to this unforgiving storm, I ended up hauling myself here through the snow. An anonymous good Samaritan booked this room for me when I was stranded at the airport, bordering on a full-blown meltdown. All I wanted was to get some rest. Queen-sized bed, en-suite bathroom, mini bar... and no company. Especially not yours.”

At her words, his confusion faded, replaced by a flicker of understanding that quickly turned into irritation. “Believe me,” he retorted, matching her challenging tone, “having to share a room with a travel-weary stranger, a nightmare-turned-reality, wasn’t exactly part of my plan when I claimed the keys to this room. But here we are.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting her fierce gaze with an equally fiery one of his own. Animated by their strenuous day, they both radiated an energy, a tension that filled the room.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping an octave lower in a feeble attempt at reconciliation, “it seems we have a predicament. We’ll sort this out, but until then, let’s keep it civil, shall we? I’m sure we can both go downstairs and sort this out.”

Mutually unwilling to concede, they returned to the hotel lobby, striding in with a shared option and cold determination evident on their faces. Navigating through the hotel’s quiet corridors, the surrounding lighting cast long, stark shades on their faces, intensifying the severe nature of their unexpected predicament.

When they reached the front desk, the same lady looked up in surprise. The smiles they had shared in their earlier encounter were now replaced by furrowed brows and tense lines around their mouths. Quickly, they explained the situation, their voices overlapping at times due to their eagerness to resolve the matter.

Deep lines furrowed into the lady’s forehead as she tried to untangle the web of their story. The more they unraveled, the more she regretted the mistake made. Checking the system, she discovered that Room 204 had been double booked. Her face drained of color, “I truly apologize for the inconvenience. It appears we have made a mistake.”

She paused before (somewhat reluctantly) providing the unfortunate news, “Unfortunately, due to the storm, no more rooms are available. It seems ...” She swallowed hard, “you will have to share Room 204.”

The woman’s suggestion hung in the air. Share a room? After the day they had had? The suggestion was ludicrous to them.

They shared an incredulous look, their argument momentarily set aside due to mutual disbelief. Both tired and exhausted, they were at a crossroads. It seemed that they were in for an unexpected night, a consequence of the day’s misfortune - just not how they intended to end the night.

Seeing their shocked expressions, the woman tried to pacify them. “I understand this is far from ideal, but you can be assured we’ll sort it out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the storm limits our options. It’s far too risky to send you guys out to another hotel if they weren’t probably booked up, too.”

Under the weight of the woman’s words, their stunned expressions faded to looks of grim acceptance.

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, her voice a reluctant symphony of resignation and exhaustion. Her eyes flicked toward the man beside her, curiosity stirring in her exhausted gaze. “And what about you?”

The man turned slowly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with calm acceptance. “There’s not much we can do, it seems,” he admitted, apologetically smiling. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minhyuk.”

"Y/n." Y/N offered a small smile in return, appreciating Minhyuk’s introduction.

As they ascended back to the room, a palpable silence draped around them like a shroud. Minhyuk, feeling the need to break it, started organizing the situation. “Look, Y/N,” Minhyuk began, his voice steady. “We are in a bind, but we can get through this. I propose we share the room, but I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“That’s... that’s very considerate of you, Minhyuk. Thank you,” she grumbled, unable to keep gratitude from seeping into her voice. Y/N glanced at him, her eyes reflecting unease. She frowned, opening her mouth to argue, but a swell of appreciation stopped her. An awkward smile tugged at her lips as she nodded.

“We might as well make the most of it,” Minhyuk suggested, the lively glint in his eyes minimizing their predicament’s weight. Relieved, Minhyuk reciprocated her smile and began to take in the confines of their impromptu shared space.

They moved around the room for the next few minutes, unpacking the essentials and setting up their individual areas. The room was a quiet symphony of rustling bags, zippers, and the occasional sigh. Minhyuk had claimed the small couch next to the window, setting a blanket and a pillow purposefully on it. Y/N took the bed, her belongings neatly accumulated on the bedside table.

Just as Y/N was checking her phone, she let out a sigh of realization. Her battery was dead. A painful reminder of what she had dealt with earlier.

“Um, Minhyuk?” Y/N began, trying to figure out how to ask for his assistance. “Would you, by any chance, have a charger? My phone’s dying.”

“Yeah, hold on a second.” Minhyuk rummaged through his bag, procuring a charger triumphantly after a moment. “This should work.” he offered, holding out the charger for Y/N. She accepted it gratefully, thanking him.

His eyes suddenly lit up as if remembering something exciting. “Oh, and by some lucky chance,” Minhyuk started, his hand disappearing into his bag again. This time, he emerged with a small flask. “I have some whiskey we could share, you know, to make this situation a bit more...bearable,” he suggested, the corners of his mouth upturned into a knowing smirk. “If you want to, of course.”

Y/N blinked, then burst into laughter, the tension finally flooding out of her. This was far from their ideal situation, but at least they weren’t alone. Confronted with the ridiculousness of their circumstance, they clung onto a fearless resilience that made the room seem less claustrophobic.

“Alright, Minhyuk. I’m in.” she chuckled, relief clear in her gaze. Y/N’s laughter was contagious, infecting Minhyuk, who soon joined her. His chuckles echoed in the otherwise silent room. The tension that had been hanging heavy in the air dissipated, replaced by an unforeseen easiness. The somewhat confined space no longer seemed suffocating, rather intriguing with its own possibilities.

“Just what I like to hear,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

They settled comfortably, the clink of their glasses punctuating the quietness. As time trickled by, so did the rounds of drinks, each gulp chasing away traces of inhibition and coating their tongues with ease.

The alcohol warmed their insides, pushing back against the chill of reality lurking outside their solitude.

She watched as Minhyuk tried to navigate through his alcohol-induced haze, his usual composure fading as if on cue with each sip. His smile, unguarded and natural, was more infectious than ever. His giggles were a pleasant reverberation in her ears, causing her to bubble along with him over the nonsensical ramblings that fell from his lips.

Minute shifts in their positioning were registered keenly by her slightly impaired judgment — two drinks turned into three. With each drink, she noticed how he’d subtly scoot closer, the distance between them gradually reducing to a whisper.

Waves of arousal flickered in his slightly droopy eyes, making her heart pound against her ribcage — a reaction she blamed on the robust alcohol rather than her actual feelings. His prior stiffness was washed away by whiskey, his fingers inching dangerously close to hers on the shared bed, the warmth of which made her breath hitch.

“Would it be crazy if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly right now?” Minhyuk’s voice was a low whisper, husky from the alcohol and desire, his tone faltering towards the end as he met her gaze. His question dangled in the air, heavy with the swelling anticipation that crept up her spine. “Even though I know nothing about you but your name?”

Y/N blinked, for perhaps the alcohol was playing tricks on her. A slow, bubbling laughter escaped her as she leaned on her palm, studying Minhyuk’s flushed face. The man was attractive; she’d give him that. And the alcohol, well, that was contributing to her inhibitions lowering with each passing moment.

“Crazy? Maybe,” she replied, eyes twinkling with mischief, her words just as heavy with unacted desire as his. “Does that mean I should say no, Minhyuk?”

She watched as his hopeful gaze flickered at her words, and she leaned in, whispering into his ear, “But I have never been one to turn down a little bit of crazy. So, yes. Kiss me, Minhyuk.”

The glint in her eyes spoke volumes of the exciting night that lay ahead of them, full of reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings fueled by potent alcoholic concoctions and burning desires.

She watched as his eyes fluttered at her invitation, shimmering with a heat that matched her own. The anticipation hung thick in the air around them, an electrifying energy thrumming through every atom in the room.

At her words, Minhyuk wasted no time. His fingers found purchase on the back of her neck, tipping her head back to grant him more access. The other hand snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, eliminating any space that dared to exist between them. Then, without another word of warning, he crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was a fervent collision, hungry and eager. Minhyuk’s lips were warm and intoxicating against hers, every stroke stoking the fire in her belly. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, a sinful reminder of their reckless decisions. His hands became bold, tracing circles and lines on her back, mapping her out as though he’d run out of time. She whimpered against his mouth when he nipped her bottom lip, the sharp divide of pleasure and pain prompting her to tug his hair in retaliation.

Beneath him, she was a picture of desire, responding to every touch, every kiss with an equal level of fervor. The taste of her was ambrosia to him, sweet and addicting, filling him with a carnal craving that he hadn’t known till date.

Their world became a symphony of heavy breaths and soft moans, the kisses becoming steamy and sinful with every passing second. They were far gone in their desires, drunk on each other and the captivating spell of their shared passion. It was hot and intoxicating, the feelings surging like wildfire, engulfing their senses, leaving them reeling in its heat.

The glint in Y/N’s eyes had been a promise, one that was coming to life in their heated exchange. It was a prelude to what was to come. It was an exciting night filled with reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings, a night they would remember forever.

With each kiss, each caress, their bodies seemed to meld and unite, the sensual tension between them becoming a tangible entity, straining with shared passion. Minhyuk’s hands, guided by the fervor of his desire, sought her out, pulling her onto his lap. His arms curved around her waist, fitting to her body as though made for this singular moment.

Y/N, emboldened by her own burning need and the liquor fueling her courage, gave into the electric pull of his touch. She began a slow grind against him - a teasing rhythm that matched the intoxicating throb of the energy coursing through their intertwined bodies. Each motion created a scorching path of desire, the friction sending spiked eruptions of arousal coursing through them.

Every sway of her against him drew a groan from his lips, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Her movements were a siren’s call – seductive and irresistible, eliciting responses from the depths of his senses that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

His fingers dug into her hips, following the rhythm she’d set, guiding her movements to further stoke the spark between them. Minhyuk’s gaze, full of heat and longing, remained fixated on her - a silent plea and fervent desire inscribed in his intoxicating stare.

The room echoed their symphony of soft sighs and husky groans, pulling them even deeper into the whirlpool of their mutual desire. Each grind, each touch, was pushing them both further, scaling dizzying heights of intoxicating passion and desire from which there seemed to be no respite - not that they sought any.

In a sudden grip of anticipation, Minhyuk’s hands grasped her hipbones, freezing her in place. His gaze, still burning with an intense fire, seared into hers. “If you continue to do that, I might just have to...” His voice was laced with a heady mix of desire and a warning, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. It was a dare, a tease, drawing her into his magnetic pull. “Fuck. I might have to fuck the shit out of you, and I don’t even know your last name.”

Y/N smirked, rising to his challenge, her eyes dancing with the same wild anticipation. She leaned in, her murmured response felt more than it was heard, “Then do it, Minhyuk.”

Emboldened by her words, a wolfish grin spread on his face. He wound his arm around her waist and, in a swift move, flipped their positions. The sudden movement caused her to gasp, the momentum throwing her onto the bed. His heavy gaze pinned her down, drinking in the sight of her disheveled yet undeniably enticing appearance.

Minhyuk towered above her, his gaze predatory, full of raw desire that echoed in the pit of her stomach. His eyes roamed across her form, taking in every last detail—each slight heave of her chest, each curve under the fabric of her clothes—all of it seemed to stoke his desire further.

Minhyuk’s gaze roamed her body like a lover’s caress, the heat in his eyes enough to peel off her clothes.

His hands inched their way across her body, each careful stroke setting her skin ablaze. With deliberate movements, he trailed his fingers over the fabric of her clothes, each pass leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His hands traveled up her sides, lifting the hem of her shirt slowly. The swift intake of her breath was a testament to her anticipation. Within moments, the fabric was discarded, leaving her bare to his greedy gaze. Y/N could only watch, the intensity of his stare stirring a frenzy inside her.

Minhyuk leaned down to plant soft kisses against her bare midriff, each one a burning mark of his desire. His lips journeyed upwards, tasting the soft skin beneath her breasts, making her clutch onto the sheets in delirium. The sinful moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver down his spine, igniting his need tenfold.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and, swiftly, it joined her shirt on the floor. His hands traced the curves of her breasts, fingers teasing her already-hardened nipples, eliciting an audible whimper from her.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he swiftly pulled it, along with her panties, down her legs. His eyes surveyed the exposed expanse of her skin with a ravenous gaze. Lowering his mouth to her navel, he pressed a lingering kiss there before sliding his hand down to the V of her thighs.

His fingers traced her slick folds, each pass causing a soft, keening sound from her. He gently slipped a finger inside, moving against the slick warmth that welcomed him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The way she writhed beneath him was a sight to behold, a sinful play of pleasure and anticipation.

His gaze remained fixated on her, the raw pleasure on her face stoking a wildfire within him. Dipping his mouth to her breast, he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers continued their sinful dance, and that was when all her inhibitions crumbled.

As he continued his intimate exploration, he gripped her hip to steady her squirming body. His low, husky voice echoed in the silent room, laced with desire and a faint edge of control. “You like this, don’t you?” His words were followed by a sinful smirk.

“You’re so wet for me... you’re desperate for more, aren’t you?” he taunted, the predatory glint in his eyes intensifying. With every stroke of his finger, he painted her pleasure onto the canvas of the silence that hung heavy between them. His thumb massaged her sensitive bud in tiny circles, eliciting a cry from her. His fingers worked tirelessly, pushing her towards the precipice of pleasure, her responses a testament to his skillful touch.

A shaky affirmation escaped her lips, a breathy ‘yes’ that did nothing to halt his relentless pace. His fingers delved deeper, quickening their tempo, pushing her further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Her body, under the torment of his skillful fingers, writhed and twisted in pleasure-filled agony, and all she could do was hold onto him as he steered her world towards a disarray of exquisite sensations.

He added a second finger, challenging her ability to keep her moans under control. His dirty comments only fueled her arousal, her mind barely able to register anything beyond the coiling sensation within her, ready to erupt under his persistent ministrations.

Her frenzied movements matched the rhythm of his fingers, her body instinctively seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure he was granting her. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of her soft pleas and the sinful sounds of his fingers tracing her moist folds, a salacious testament to the heated exchange that was unfolding.

Just as she was teetering on the edge of release, he pulled his fingers away. His menacing grin widened at her whimper of loss. “Not yet, Y/N,” he warned, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he observed her almost-pouting expression. “So cute.”

“Don’t do this, Minhyuk,” she protested, her eyes flashing with annoyance and desperate need. He chuckled low in his throat at her complaint, leaning down to kiss her, his teeth teasingly grazing her bottom lip.

“Now, now... be patient,” he teased, swaggering backward as he began to undress, his eyes never leaving her. The sight of him stripping was just as erotic, his sculpted physique a masterpiece as it was unveiled bit by bit. Seeing him standing before her in all his glory made her heart race; her anticipation heightened with the knowledge of what was yet to come.

With a smirk, Minhyuk crawled back onto the bed, resuming his position between her spread thighs. He locked eyes with her, the predatory gleam in his eyes unwavering. His hand snaked between their bodies, his finger tracing the lines of her core. “You’re so wet, baby,” he cooed before his voice dropped into a low, intimate whisper. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes flaring with intense desire. “Because I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His toned body hovered over hers, his dominant presence casting a shadow that caused her excitement to flare. He watched her, eyes dark with anticipation, analyzing her reactions as he ran his length teasingly against her moist core. Her body shivered in response, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Ignoring her eager pleas, he continued his slow torment, gradually inching closer but never letting his length fully enter her. The raw pleasure in seeing her squirm beneath him, her pleas becoming more desperate with each teasing stroke, consumed him.

“Patience, baby,” he purred out, chuckling at her impatience. His hand snaked up to twirl a hard nipple, sending sweet sparks of pleasure through her body.

When her whining reached a peak, Minhyuk finally relented. Aligning himself at her entrance, he locked eyes with her, biting his lip as a devilish grin spread across his face. The heat in his gaze held a promise, one of relinquishing the intense torment he’d fabricated and giving in to the wild carnage of desire they both sought.

“Are you ready? Because I am,” he rasped as he started to push into her, his girth stretching her deliciously. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her nails digging into his muscular back.

He began to move inside her at a leisurely pace, testing her responsiveness, relishing the way she writhed beneath him. Each stroke he provided was deliberate and slow, making her squirm for more. “Is this what you wanted, Y/N?” he groaned out, the pleasure starting to build within him. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?”

Her nods, interspersed with pleas for him to move faster, caused him to chuckle darkly. Obliging her request, he snapped his hips faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that would leave her begging for more.

As he pounded into her, their bodies meshed in a rhythm that was all their own - raw, primal, and urgent. Her breathy moans harmonized with his low grunts, filing the room with a symphony of their ecstasy. “Minhyuk...more...” she gasped out between her moans, to which he only smirked devilishly.

Hearing her plead for more spurred him on, and he set an even faster pace, each of his thrusts designed to drive her to the edge. “You’re so tight, baby,” he praised, his eyes flashing with pure lust as he watched her unravel beneath him.

He leaned down to capture her lips, silencing her moans with a passion-filled kiss. She responded fervently, her hands grasping at his back, her nails leaving crescent imprints on his skin.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled against her lips, “tell me how much you need this...how much you need me.”

Her response was immediate, her voice a breathy whisper amid the ragged intakes of breath, “I need you, Minhyuk...only you.” Her admission acted as a catalyst, stirring him into action. He thrust into her with renewed vigour, intent on pushing her to the brink of absolute ecstasy. His movements became more erratic as he neared his climax, his grunts blending with her cries of pleasure. The room was filled with their combined essence, an intoxicating aroma potent with desire.

And just when she was on the edge, on the verge of tumbling into an overload of pleasure, he slowed his pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of them. His movements were calculated, each thrust designed to elicit an even sweeter moan from her. He grazed his fingers down her body, circling her sensitive bud, causing her to quiver beneath him.

“Minhyuk, please,” she whimpered, her plea sounding almost pathetic in the saturated atmosphere.

“As you wish, gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear, grinning against her skin, his teeth nipping at her neck playfully.

Amused by her pleading, Minhyuk finally gave in, his control snapping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. His hips snapped with the recklessness of a man starved, his every movement now dedicated to bringing them both to the precipice of pleasure.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back, encouraging his aggressive pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper within her. She could feel the coiling heat within her build with every pounding thrust, each one hitting a spot that made stars flash in her vision.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so…fuck”. He couldn’t form sentences, the overwhelming pleasure fogging his mind like nothing else. His grunts and groans complimented her cries of pleasure, creating a lewd melody that filled the room.

With one last powerful thrust, he hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars. “That’s it, Minhyuk... don’t stop...” she cried out, her body shaking beneath him, “I’m close...”

His thrusts became more erratic, a clear sign he was reaching his end, too. Finally, with one last stroke, the coil within her snapped. She let out an intense scream, her climax washing over her in waves of sheer ecstasy. “Minhyuk!” she cried, her body convulsing beneath him.

Feeling her clamp around him was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned, his voice deep and brimming with satisfaction as he came, his body trembling as he released into her. “Fuck, Y/N.” He stammered out, panting as the remnants of pleasure coursed through him.

He collapsed next to her, both of their bodies sweaty and spent. They lay in silence, their chests heaving as they tried to regain their breath. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, a sinful testament to their heated exchange. “That was...” she began, unable to say it.

“Perfect,” he finished for her, pulling her in closer, their naked bodies molding perfectly together. “Absolutely perfect.” His lips met hers in a tender but passionate kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his lips.

After the kiss, he rolled himself out of bed, padding naked to the en suite bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, attending to her with gentle care. As he cleaned her up, her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips at his tender actions. Once done, he discarded the cloth and climbed back into the bed, pulling her flushed body into his arms. They soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, their bodies tangled intimately together.

Upon waking, Y/N found herself alone in the sprawling hotel bed. The slight worry that gripped her was irrational; she knew, but she couldn’t help the pang of loneliness in the vacant space next to her left. The sheets beside her held the warmth of his body, a silent testament to the passionate exchange that had unfolded.

Just as she was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and Minhyuk strolled in, a tray laden with breakfast in his hands and a smile on his handsome face. The sight washed away any residual worry, replacing it with a warm sense of happiness. His gaze met hers, and the smile he wore broadened.

“Thought one of us should get breakfast,” he explained, setting the tray on the bedside table before crawling back into the bed next to her. He gently pulled her into his embrace, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, stealing bites of food from each other and sharing gentle kisses. As they giggled and conversed, Y/N couldn’t help but marvel at the man who had satiated her physically and managed to fill a space in her heart she didn’t know was vacant. Y/N knew one thing with certainty. She wanted more mornings like these, more moments filled with love and laughter with Minhyuk. And if his devoted gaze was anything to go by, he wanted the same.

“So,” Minhyuk said after swallowing his food, “I would like to know your last name. And maybe get your number. It seems far since we might be stuck together for another night together.”

“Is that so?” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She was about to ask him why they might be stuck together for another night when Minhyuk cut her off.

“Look outside, Y/N,” he said, pointing towards the window. She followed his gaze, and her breath hitched at the sight. Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, forming a beautiful, dense blanket of white, reflecting the dim light from the street lamps. It was clear that the snowstorm wasn’t about to let up any time soon, meaning they really could be stuck together for another night.

An excited thrill ran through her at the thought. The prospect of spending another night with Minhyuk locked away from the world in their warm cocoon held a certain appeal she couldn’t deny.

“I guess we’re snowed in then,” she concluded, her lips curving into a playful smirk. She turned her gaze back to his, meeting his eyes that mirrored her excitement, “And my last name? My number? They’re all yours, Minhyuk. All yours.”

They smiled at each other in anticipation for the night ahead, causing a delightful shiver to run down their spines. Outside, the snow fell even more heavily, all but guaranteeing they’d be spending another night of passion and connection together.

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tbznewberry · 2 years

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Mental chains without keys | Lee Minhyuk

Having the ability to kill someone just by looking at them and imagining them dying is a dangerous trait. They've put her behind locked doors in a room without windows and in aliminium chains, the only metal that weakens her deadly power. One day a man comes in and is determined to being her out of there, saying that he'll save her. But will he really?

Word count: 1.4k

Genre: yandere, horror (?)

Warnings: yandere, obsession, manipulation, death

A/N: This is a story I wrote for @shinehyuk since it's her birthday today!!! Happy birthday bub, I hope you'll like this. It got a little messy sorry :((♡♡♡

She can hear the door open, but she can't see who's entering, but she figures it's one of the usual doctors. Since she can't see who it is, she can't kill them. She has to be able to read their faces. That's the ability she's born with. The metal around her head, throat, wrists and ankles weaken her. Ever since they realized that aluminum makes her weak, they've used it for everything. Carefully, the fabric blindfold gently removes from her eyes. The harsh hospital light penetrates her eyes, making her whimper.

"Shh, shh", an unfamiliar voice whispers. "It's okay."

Her eyes widen as she looks around. A pair of hands rest on her cheeks, caressing them gently. Her head gets locked back at the man in front of her. He's wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans. He can't be much older than her.

She tries imagining him breaking his neck, but she can't formulate anything, everything is empty. Everything is spinning.

"You're so beautiful", the man breathes out, still caressing her cheeks. "Oh my ..."

Y/N tries opening her mouth to ask what the hell is going on, but she can't form any sounds. Her throat is as dry as a desert. She can't remember the last time she talked to somebody. Her heart beats quicker as her eyes frantically scan around.

"W-Water ...", Y/N croaks quietly.

The man's eyes widen again and he nods. "I'll get you some! Just wait for me."

She feels a sting of humiliated anger. Where the fuck is she supposed to go? She's chained like a circus animal. Is this unfamiliar man mocking her?

He runs back soon enough with a paper mug filled with water. He holds it to her mouth, watching her chug it down. A few drops run down her chin. She gasps and coughs.

"W-Who are you?" she stutters.

"I'm Minhyuk."

"T-That doesn't tell me anything!" she yells, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes. "I-I don't know who you are!"

"I'm a volunteer. I know you haven't seen me before ... you've always been wearing that cloth ... but I've seen you a lot of times. I have been feeding you. Remember that soup you ate a few days ago? That was me!" He puts his hand on her cheek.

"W-What do you want from me?"

"Nothing bad, I promise. I just can't stand to watch you like this anymore." He fixes her hair. "Such a shame to hide your ability when it can be used for so much."

"L-Leave me alone!"

"Y/N, would you rather stay here chained up for the rest of your life? Where you can't see or think anything?" He caresses her cheek with his thumb. "Is that what you want? Do you want the doctors to control your life like you're a circus lion? Come with me and I'll make sure you'll never come back here again."

The only thought Y/N's been able to formulate with the aluminium diadem is that she wants to get out of this hospital, but she has never been able to imagine what the outside world looks like. But now that the offer is up, she hesitates. Should she really?

"If you do some stuff for me, Y/N ... I will give you everything you could ever want", Minhyuk whispers. "I will give you the life you never got, okay? I will make sure you never end up here again."

Y/N gulps, looking around. She doesn't know what a 'real life' is. She hasn't spent a day outside this room for years. She barely remembers how the outside world looks like. But never coming back here again ...? Anything is better than this.

He starts unlocking the chains without waiting for an answer.

"W-What? W-Wait-", she starts.

"Shh, be silent", he whispers. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"M-Minhyuk, wait-"

"Oh my god, my name sounds amazing when you say it. But hey, what's wrong? Are you afraid?"

Y/N can't do anything other than nod. The mere thought of the frightening outside world is enough to make her break out in tears. The unfamiliar man hugs her as soon as she's gotten out of the chains. The aluminium diadem is still around her head, making her head a blank canvas with no paint to fill it with. She freezes in the hug. It's been years since she last got one, but she still remembers how it should feel like ... and this isn't it. Does he do it for her? The hug is firm and desperate and his breathing irregular, as if he's trying to fulfill a need of his quickly.

Y/N reaches up to remove the aluminium diadem, but his hands stop her.

"No", he breathes out. "Don't take that off."

He's afraid she's going to kill him. As soon as she can imagine him dying he will die.

"If you kill me, I won't be able to help you", Minhyuk whispers. "You won't survive without me, okay? You don't know the outside world, you need me. If you kill me, you have no one to protect you anymore."

"Why do you want me? I only kill people."

"Because I care for you. I will take care of you."

Y/N gulps. Will he really save her? Minhyuk gives her a soft smile before pulling her up on her legs. They fold right away. SHe hasn't been standing for years. Minhyuk chuckles sweetly and picks her up in his arms.

"I'll need you to be silent now", he whispers. "If you want to get out of here, you need to do exactly what I say. Otherwise I will be very mad."

Y/N's head is fogged up, the aluminum diadem fogging up her head. She can only nod. Minhyuk covers her with his hoodie and carries her through white corridors. She whimpers every now and then without really understanding why. She can't think. If only she could remove the aluminum diadem, she'd be able to act like a normal human.

"Shh, pretty thing", Minhyuk whispers. "I'm here."

He takes her outside the hospital and places her in the backseat of a car. Y/N whimpers and crawls back, hitting her head in the window.

"Y/N-" Minhyuk sighs. "Careful."

Her hands go up to her diadem again.

"No!" Minhyuk shouts. "Stop! Don't. Remember what I said. You won't be able to survive without my guidance. I will let you take it off when we trust each other, okay?"

"I-I'm so scared", Y/N sobs.

Minhyuk crawls into the backseat and embraces her. She can't think straight. Pieces of her thoughts are blurry, she can't formulate anything reasonable.

"Shh", Minhyuk cooes. "I'm here. I will take you home and you will get to sleep in a bed again."

She leans into his touch, terrified and vulnerable with a fogged, broken mind. Just like he wants her to be. But she doesn't know that. She doesn't know that coming home with him like this will certainly be worse than being chained and blindfolded in a windowless window in the hospital even if she didn't think so.

When they get home to Minhyuk, he carries her up to his apartment and tucks her in his bed. Y/N gulps, looking around in the dark room.

"Don't be scared", Minhyuk whispers, petting her hair. "You're safe now. You're out of that hospital now."

Nothing makes sense to her. Why does he want to help her when everyone has made sure that she would be tucked away in a hospital room? Why is he so nice to her? What will he do? If only she was allowed to remove the diadem, then she would be able to think clearly and puzzle everything together. She looks up at his sweet, reassuring smile knowing that she'll have to rely on him from now on. She knows nothing about the world. He is the only one she has and if she ever kills him, she'll be alone and vulnerable. She might not be able to think clearly, but he'll help her. She hopes. But she doesn't know that she's sealed her deal with the devil. He'll take care of her alright, but not like she thinks he will. He'll use her deadly ability to his advantage, getting rid of the people in his life that he hates and keep her in his apartment where only he can influence her.

Y/N doesn't know that she'll never get the freedom Minhyuk promises about. She'll be chained again, but not in physical ones but in sweet talk and threats about being all alone in this frightening world if she decides to kill him. And these mental chains have no key.

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seawitch62 · 2 years

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Birthday Cake

Birthday cake surprise, Huta/Minhyuk your present.

Stripper AU. Suggestive.

Word count 510

Birthday cake.

The surprise birthday party is in full swing.

Alcohol flowing freely, food consumed at a fast pace.

Laughter and conversation light.

The mood is full on party mode.

The birthday girl received and opened her many gifts with delightful glee.

Her bestie who painstakingly organized the party has a secret she is about to reveal.

She motions with a wave of her hand.

A large tiered birthday cake is ushered in.

Everyone now has eyes on the cake.

Music filters through the speakers, lights shine on the cake.

♡Hot, burning, heat up the track

Take a easy step

Leave it to the rhythm

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Fell down naturally

I'm sorry, there's no way out

A big welcome, welcome

(Uh, uh, uh, uh)♡

The party guest look at the cake with anticipation, the birthday girl looks at the scene and takes in the atmosphere, a feeling of nervousness and curiosity.

As the music plays the tiers of the cake, rumble.

The cake walls fall, to reveal a handsome, chiselled man wearing all black leather and cowboy hat.

Giggles fill the room.

Huta or Minhyuk if you prefer, moves to the rhythm, every gesture seductive and dripping masculine sex appeal.

The female guests cheer and clap their eyes fixated on him.

Slowly with purposeful allure he removes his shirt revealing his well toned arms and abs.

Squeals of approval are his reward demanding more.

Turning his back to the audience, revealing his shoulders and back, his defined form on show.

He dances to attract his body swaying.

Turning, he focuses on the birthday girl.

With a swiftness not expected, he is at her side.

Rubbing his body against hers.

He whispers in her ear,

♡Oh, baby, a'ight I'm worth it

It's okay, don't be shy

One more time, a'ight, just feel it

Oh, deep in my eyes

I'll give you all the thrill and sweetness

Everything is for you♡

Goosebumps cover her body, his face so close to hers.

Dancing his seduction, the birthday girl is captivated.

Placing the cowboy hat on her head, his arms surround her, consume her.

Gently he

places her hands on his chest, as he stands behind her, his hips swaying left and right.

He navigates her hands with his, roaming and exploring his form.

Little by little they edge lower and lower.

Whispering in her ear.

♡Boom, shaka-laka

Boom, shaka-laka

I'm ready, you ready? Uh♡

Feeling immensely turned on, inhibitions gone.

Her hands touch his crutch and she lets loose and explores.

The guests are going wild, her friends jealous but enjoying the show.

He grinds his hips into her ass, turning her around, he proceeds to bump and grind.

With a wink, he unclasps his black leather pants, swinging them above his head.

Naked as the moment of his birth, masculine confidence oozing, he goes back to the cake.

A few final dance steps for the party guests.

The music stops.

Moans of regret fill the air.

With a smile and wink he departs.

"Wow"

Is the consensus.

"Just wow!".

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sassyninjaglitter · 1 year

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I had a dream where Minhyuk from btob (my ult bias!!!) saved me and my friends from a zombie invasion so I went to thank him and tell him how much I like him but he started avoiding me afterwards. Like he would run away whenever I get close. So I finally cornered him and asked why he was avoiding me. He said every time he talked to me one of his teeth fell out and he didn’t want to be toothless so we can never be together… I— 😭😭😭💀

#minhyuk #minhyuk btob #btob huta #huta #dream #minhyuk imagine #kpop #sadness #kpop imagine #zombies

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femdomlieeh · 9 months

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Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

M.LISTS—random idols/groups ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

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lubbuub · 6 months

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sweet, gentle fingering from jooheon pls

imagine being between his legs while he places sweet kisses along your neck. feeling the warm breeze from the cracked window, the smell of the vanilla candle burning on your nightstand, and the partynextdoor slight drowning out your moans. his fingers deep inside you curling at the soft wet texture, you called your g spot. his free hand occupied by your hard nipples twisting and pinching at them. hearing him talk you through it asking if it feels good, telling you that you’re a good girl. rolling your hips to feel his hard bulge underneath you, knowing he’s ready to explode at any moment. “f-fuck.. i’m gonna cum” are the words that come out of your mouth as you feel the overstimulation building up in your stomach, your body jerking at the soft movements of his hips bucking up to match your rhythm as he leaves trails of purple-reddish bruises down your neck and shoulders. your breathing getting more heavier as you looked down to see your cum painted all over his fingers.

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silv3rswirls · 3 months

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Their s/o likes to play with their hair

Requests are open!

Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕

Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟

♡Shownu♡

While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.

♡Minhyuk♡

He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.

♡Kihyun♡

He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.

♡Hyungwon♡

He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.

♡Jooheon♡

He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.

♡Changkyun♡

He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.

♡Wonho♡

He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.

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breezybangtanbebe · 4 months

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💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriend Hoseok❤️‍🔥💭

The Gentle Giant Boyfriend

Emotionally💕:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crinkling cutely when the teacher made a joke.

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

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

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

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

Honesty.

Joy.

Sadness.

Pain.

Soul.

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

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

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

"No Im not."

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

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

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

"If you say so.."

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

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

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

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

Physically💋:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus he had all the snacks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sexually💦:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your neck.

Your nipples.

That spot just below your breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back and forth.

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

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

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

"More?" He lifts his brow.

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

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

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

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

Love Language:

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

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

Pet names/Terms of endearment:

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

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

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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Changkyun As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

Monsta x masterlist here

When you and Changkyun get a couple tattoo, he will love to touch it and take cute pictures of the two of you together. He will even set your couple photos as his lockscreen, and he will smile widely every time he opens his phone. He will be so proud of your couple tattoo, and he will love to show it off to everyone. He will tell everyone how much he loves you, and he will always be grateful for the special bond that you share. Your couple tattoo will be a constant reminder of your love for each other, and it will bring you closer together. It will be a symbol of your commitment to each other, and it will be a source of happiness for both of you.

He will set his photos as your lockscreen without you knowing it. and once you open your phone and you will see his face smiling back at you. You will be surprised and touched by his gesture, and you will know that he loves you very much. He will do this because he wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. He wants you to think of him every time you use your phone. When you see his face on your lockscreen, you will feel loved and appreciated. You will know that he is thinking of you, and you will feel closer to him.

He loves to send you cute texts, asking you about your day and telling you how much he misses you. He will often start his texts with "How was your day, baby?" or "I miss you so much." He will also tell you to take care of yourself and to eat and rest. He knows that you are busy, but he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will always be there for you. His texts are always full of love and affection. He will often use pet names like "baby" or "honey" to show how much he cares about you. He will also send you pictures or videos of himself to make you smile.

He will prepare a date with you, making sure that he doesn't mess up. Even though you've been together for more than a year, he will still be nervous. He will want to make this date perfect for you, and he will want to show you how much he loves you. He will start by planning the perfect location. He will want to take you somewhere that is special to both of you, or somewhere that he knows you will love. He will also plan the perfect activities, making sure that you will have a fun and memorable time. On the day of the date, he will be so nervous that he might even be shaking. But he will take a deep breath and remind himself that he loves you and that you will love the date. During the date, he will tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he feels to be with you. He will also let you hear a song that he created for you. The song will be a beautiful expression of his love, and it will make you feel so special. By the end of the date, you will know how deep his feelings are for you. You will also know that he is the one for you.

He will give you sudden hugs everywhere when he feels like he wants to. This man will be so soft only for you. Sometimes, he will hug you from behind when you are cooking in the kitchen. Other times, he will hug you from the front when you are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He might even hug you from the side when you are walking down the street. No matter where he hugs you, you will feel his love and affection. He will hold you tightly and squeeze you gently. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you how much he loves you. You will melt in his arms every time he hugs you. You will feel so safe and secure, and you will know that you are loved. Changkyun is a soft-hearted man, but he is only soft for you. He is strong and protective with everyone else, but he is gentle and loving with you. He knows that you are his soft spot, and he cherishes you more than anything in the world. If you are lucky enough to have Changkyun in your life, cherish him. He is a rare gem, and he will love you unconditionally.

Every time he sees you, he greets you with his lovely smile and says, "Miss me?" He knows that his smile makes you blush, and he loves to see your face turn red as a tomato. Changkyun's smile is one of the things that you love most about him. It's so genuine and heartwarming, and it always makes you feel happy. He is a truly kind and loving person, and you are so lucky to have him in your life.

This man is smart, you will wonder how he can be so smart. He reads you like he reads a book. He understands you and all your problems really well. You don't need to hide anything from him, he'll know right away when you're not in good condition. He can tell when you're feeling down, even if you try to hide it. He can see the changes in your body language, and he can hear the changes in your tone of voice. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he always knows how to make you feel better. He is always there for you, no matter what. He will listen to you when you need to talk, and he will offer you his advice. He will never judge you, and he will always be there to support you. You are so lucky to have him in your life. He is a true friend, a loving partner, and a wise advisor. You can always count on him, and he will always be there for you.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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

Shownu:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minhyuk:

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

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

“Why does it hurt just to stand?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a guy, can you blame me?”

Kihyun:

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

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

“I didn’t hear you saying no.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

Hyungwon:

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

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

“Are you sure that you just ache?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I definitely did plenty last night.”

Jooheon:

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

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

“Why don’t you let me ring for you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”

I.M:

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

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

“Was last night that much for you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that you have a great boyfriend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⌦ Mr Im:

ㅤY/N,

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

ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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