#monstax fanfic

[venusrising91]

Noise Complaint

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers/hate to love (no plot just vibezzzz)

Summary: Your new nextdoor neighbor, Wonho (Lee-ho) is a loud, inconsiderate gym rat. He keeps you up all hours of the night with his seedy escapades and you're sick of it. 

Word count: 2,014 (2 pages)

T/W: aggression, physical violence

It was 4am and you had work at 8, yet rest was as far from your reach as the sun would be once it rose. 

Short hours. 

You had short hours to get some much needed sleep. But no matter how hard you’d tried, you hadn’t been able to reach the REM state and it was all thanks to your obnoxious, ridiculously muscular neighbor, Lee-ho. 

    For the third time this week, giggling voices and blaring music, followed by high-pitched moans had kept you wide awake. Usually, after one or two rounds with whatever girl he’d picked up scouring city night clubs, the mewls and slaps and yes daddys would subside, and you could finally drift. But tonight, he seemed to have endless energy. You heard his date come four times. Back to back.

    It was almost 6:30 by the time they wore themselves out.

    You’d barely slept. At the office, you struggled to keep your eyes open, staring through slits at the charts on your computer. The project manager noticed you nodding and called you into her office after the meeting. As head graphic designer, you were expected to oversee and execute this assignment—because securing this client would ensure you a raise next quarter, but the arrival of your new neighbor had thrown a wrench in your performance.

    She threatened to take you off the project and her disappointment was all you could think about on your commute back home.

    In the apartment lobby, you pressed the button on the elevator console so hard it nearly jammed.

    “Sup bruh.” You whipped your head around and there was Lee-ho, all 6 feet of him, donned in gym wear and sipping on some colorful drink. You clenched your teeth.

“Hey,” you mumbled back with listless regard.

    The elevator doors opened and Lee-ho walked gingerly ahead of you. Before he could step inside however, his cell slipped from his pocket. As he bent you couldn’t help but notice his butt: firm, round, muscled. You tore your eyes away and carded your hair. Inside, the music was soft and unobtrusive. The exact opposite of Lee-ho.

“How you feeling?” he asked, plunging his hands into his pockets.

“Tired.”

He snorted. “Oh yeah, me too.”

    “I’m sure you are.” You glared at him, slightly envious of the angle of his jaw, of how much sharper it was than yours. And envious also of the broad span of his chest, his neat features, his lips, his hair. He was by all accounts, an objectively better looking man than you and this only added to your irritation.

    “What d’you mean by that?” asked Lee-ho, quirking his brow. He must have sensed your frustration because now he was folding his arms, closing up. You didn’t care.

    “You know the walls that separate us are paper thin, right?”

    “Yeah, and?”

    The doors slid open on your floor. “I can hear everything. All the time.” You stepped out before him, stalking down the hallway.

    “My bad, dude. I’ll keep it down,” he shouted after you. There was a smug air about his tone and you ignored him as you shoved your key into the lock. It was only 7pm but you were exhausted. After a quick dinner of leftover pasta, and an even quicker shower, you went to bed, desperate to get back the hours you’d lost. You drifted in minutes, sleeping soundly, until loud music and moans yanked you from your dreams at 2am.

    You leapt from the bed, pulling on a robe, not bothering to tie it. It took less than two minutes for you to reach Lee-ho’s door. You pounded on it furiously, on and on, until he swung it open. For a moment, each of you stood silently observing one another. He was fully nude, sweating and cupping his genitals as his eyes swept over you. They lingered on your chest, you noted, then trailed up to meet your gaze. Despite your robe, you felt suddenly bare, and exposed. Quickly you tied it, covering yourself from him.

    “What the fuck, dude?” said Lee-ho.

    “Keep it down.”

    “Yeah and what if I don’t?”

    “I’ll write a formal complaint. You're violating code of conduct with this shit. Some of us have actual jobs, you know?”

“I have a job.”

“Gym bro influencer and fuckboy does not an occupation make.” This was rude, and uncalled for. But you were sleep deprived. Lee-ho's shoulders slumped down a measure—he appeared somewhat diminished in the face of the insult and you almost felt bad for him. Your eyes fell on his abs however, and then, without meaning to, dipped even lower, catching a glimpse of what was too large to be completely covered by his palm. Even his cock was better than yours—he didn’t need your pity. Without waiting for a retort, you turned and stormed down the hall.

Back in your bedroom, the beginnings of an erection tugged at the tender flesh between your legs. And by the time you lay back in bed, you were rock-hard, and aching.

    In the morning you shaved and contemplated calling out, but you really couldn’t afford to. At work, you tried to concentrate but all you could think of was Lee-ho, of his throbbing head, peeking up from behind his hand in the middle of the doorway. You didn’t like men. At least you thought you didn’t. You’d had a few girlfriends in the past and once or twice thought about experimenting with a guy back in college but no one ever drew you in. No one ever attracted you the way—

    Enough, you weren’t doing this. What were you thinking? You weren’t into dudes and especially not ones you despised as much as Lee-ho. He probably never had to work for anything a day in his life. Just had to show up and collect everyone's praise and adulation. 

Prick.

    Back at the apartment, you took the stairs to avoid crossing paths with him. Thankfully it was Friday, and you could catch up on your shows without feeling guilty for missing the sleep that was so hard to come by lately. 

After dinner and a shower, you binged a season of a new show on Netflix, and dozed off halfway through. But a short while later, a sharp knock on the door jolted you awake.

    You shuffled to it, half-dazed. Waiting on the other side was Lee-ho, glaring a hole through your forehead.

    “You know, you’re a real asshole?” he declared. 

    “Could say the same about you.”

    “What you said the other night—you don’t talk to people like that. I want an apology.”

    You scoffed and made to shut the door. But he stopped it, forcing it open. “Get off the door and fuck off,” you clipped.

    “Or what?”

    Impulse and anger drove you to shove him, which was stupid. His arms alone were twice the size of yours. He shoved you back and you stumbled into your apartment. Lee-ho stepped over the threshold, letting the door slam behind him. Then his hands were on you again, crashing into your chest. It knocked the air from your lungs. Enraged, you swung and missed. He caught it and wrapped his hand around your throat, pinning you against a wall. His face was inches from yours as he strangled you, but slowly, his grip loosened. Each of you were panting. He smelled expensive, like Tom Ford—the scent filled you, clouded your head and senses. His breath on you was warm, his lips resting short inches from yours. He brought them even closer, until the tips of your noses were grazing.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

    “I—I’m not—I’m straight but…your…” he trailed off, hand sliding across your chest.

    “You wanna fuck me, that it?” Neither of you said a word, only stood there, gazing, panting. Then your hand traveled down, until it landed on his crotch. You palmed his cock, and found it was already hard for you. After the other night, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Once it was in your mouth, he made the most helpless sounds, cupping your head and guiding you as you swallowed it again and again.

    “Fuck, your throat feels s-so good,” mewled Lee-ho. You fought against your gag reflex, getting harder each time he shoved it in, down to the hilt. Your eyes watered. You never thought the taste of cock could turn you on this much. Women were lovely and all but this was something else entirely. It was like satisfying some primal urge you never knew existed until now. You squeezed his balls gently, sucking him all the while. He came in minutes and stood over you shivering as the orgasm rippled through him.

    You rose, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Lee-ho dropped to his knees, pulling down your boxers. He took you in his mouth and it felt like the world stopped spinning. His tongue swirled around the tip, one hand cradling your heavy balls, the other gripping your ass, a finger seeking the rosebud. He tried to slip it in but you panicked, bucking away like a spooked horse.

    “I thought you said you were straight?” you whispered.

    He popped your cock from his warm mouth. You twitched as he smirked up at you. “Chicks like it sometimes. I figured you might wanna give it a try. Feels tight though, got any lube?”

    You hesitated, wondering what it would be like to have his finger circling inside you. There was nothing but heat and silence as you stared down at him. “In the bedroom,” you said, breathlessly.

    As you lay on your back watching his chiseled body shift in the dim light, he slathered the lube you kept in your bedside drawer onto his middle finger. Then he drizzled some over your erection, spreading it with long strokes.

    “Fuuuuuck,” you whined, arching at the pleasure, at the way he gripped you.

“You like that?” With this, he slid a finger inside you, taking it slow. The pressure had you arching even more. Once he eased you past the initial pain, all you could do was moan and claw and look down at your rock-hard cock as he pumped you in two places, at different paces. In the front he squeezed tight, giving you fast, steady strokes, but in that pulsing spot between your cheeks he worked you soft and deep, taking his time as his finger explored your depths. The pressure was glorious, and you felt your entrance contracting around him. “You’re dripping for me,” he cooed. You looked down at yourself as he gripped the base, a long rope dangling from the tip onto your stomach. He licked it, dragging the pad of his tongue along your abs, then swallowed you whole. After a few hard sucks he pulled back, finger still buried in you, coaxing out spasms you couldn't control. Fuck he was so attractive, you never thought a man could make you feel this good.

    The next moment, you were shooting ropes in the air, convulsing under him and fisting the sheets as he drained you. He let you pant there, chest heaving, before taking your length back into his mouth. He sucked and finger-fucked you through your sensitivity, ignoring your loud moans and cries. You asked him to stop but you didn’t mean it. You wanted more and he gave it to you. All night. After your third orgasm you could barely stay conscious.

Lee-ho crept beside you, watching as you shivered your way through the leavings of your latest high. 

    “I’m s-sorry,” you muttered between waves of it, “about the other day. You’re right, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.”

    He chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll be quiet from now on, promise.”

    You couldn’t quite keep your eyes open, and drifted then, still tingling from what he'd done to you. Your rest went uninterrupted for the first time in weeks. But when you woke, Lee-ho was gone.

    From then on, the noise had stopped, just like he'd promised. But a few times a week, just before bed, there came a knock at your door, and a smirking, half-naked Lee-ho waiting on the other side of it.

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[breezybangtanbebe]

❤️‍🔥💭 Boyfriend Minhyuk💭❤️‍🔥

The Best Friend Boyfriend

A/N: this one kinda just got away from me lol I don't know what happened. So if it's longer than the others, that's why :)

7.4k words

Emotionally💕:

Since I share a sign with this man, I can speak a little on how I think he operates in relationships. Similar to our Pisces Bunny, Minhyuk is very in tune with his emotions. Meaning he will know how he feels about you immediately. And he will make sure you know how he feels. IMMEDIATELY. I also feel like his relationships generally stem from close friendships since he's so selective about his circle. Isn't a huge fan of the dating game, finds it to be too tedious.

Very loyal. Very honest. Sometimes to a fault. He doesn't mean any harm by telling you the truth, so don't take it to heart. He's not for the sensitive types.

"Not that one."

Hearing Minhyuk's voice just now puts you off guard, startling you a bit. The last time you asked for his opinion, he merely shrugged without taking his eyes off his Instagram feed so you hadn't exchanged any words since.

Before that, he hadn't said a word other than to complain about being dragged into some tiny corner store boutique against his will. It was a place you hadn't paid much mind in passing, usually on the way to that Mexican grill Minhyuk always wanted to eat at. You just never had a reason to go in until now.

"Huh?" You frowned, looking back at him over your shoulder with your fingertips slotted between two hangers. As ironically uninterested Minhyuk appeared to be in what you were doing, the way he always looked like a supermodel posing was aggravating. Even in just a black tee tucked lazily in light-washed denim, shades perched on his crown to keep his chestnut tresses from obstructing his view of his phone, he was just one of those people who didn't have to do much to be stylish. It's just effortless for him.

Standing by looking as uninterested as any man would be watching his girl best friend thumb through clothes mindlessly, Minhyuk takes his hand from his pocket to point at the floral chiffon dress that held your attention longest.

"Not that dress." He states plainly, now stowing his phone in his back pocket and approaching you. He kept his eye on the dress you held up by the hanger with a slight cringe on his face. You mirrored his expression, looking at the dress you held as if you couldn't understand why he seemed so affronted by it.

"What? Why.. what's wrong with it?" You pout and Minhyuk snorts dryly before taking a pinch of the thin fabric between his fingers.

"Feels weird. Plus it seems pretty out of season don't you think?"

You laughed at that, hearing him sound so knowledgeable of such things. He looked like he did but fashion was never something the two of you discussed.

Your mouth opens to defend the dress you were only considering but it shuts the second Minhyuk is plucking it from your hands and hanging back on the rack.

"Plus it just screams 8th grade prom or Easter service. And I know neither of those are why we're in here." He adds, effectively ending that conversation.

"Ok..." you mutter under your breath, glancing at the dress one more time. It wasn't that bad, but then the image of you stumbling awkwardly in kitten heels back in 2008 in that exact dress makes you cringe.

You're about to reach for another one that's less frilly and a solid pastel shade when Minhyuk makes a sound of disgust.

"DEFINITELY not that one either. I'd rather you pick the Easter dress over that.."

"Oh my god...You know that spot at the front of the boutique with the chairs and crusty fashion magazines and stuff. You can go sit over there and wait for me. You don't have to hover." You gesture over Minhyuk's shoulder and he glances back with that sexy little smirk of his that stuck in your mind when you didn't want it to. He turns back to you with a brow lifted, looking you up and down to size you up.

"Apparently I do. You can't be trusted to do this alone. You were about to pick that." He snarks, nodding towards the floral catastrophe again.

You refused to give the dress any more thought as you huffed an exasperated sigh, slapping your thighs as you slumped in defeat.

"Well since you know every damn thing about dresses, you pick." You fold your arms just below your chest, tipping your chin toward the long rack of dresses that extends past where the two of you stand.

Minhyuk's gaze skates along the rack and he follows it to the window before turning back to you.

With that damn smirk on his handsomely smug ass face.

"You sure?" He tilts his head and you nod, hesitantly of course.

"If it's decent, yes. But...you have to tell me why it's better than any dress I've looked at."

Minhyuk eyes you for a moment, narrowing his gaze thoughtfully before smiling. He didn't want to be in here any longer than he had to be. The lighting was bad, it smelled like old lady, and whatever station they had playing overhead spun nothing from this decade or the one before it. Plus he was hungry and had his mouth set on fajitas so he was all for speeding up the process.

"Deal."

You couldn't subdue the anxiety along with the smirk of amusement on your face as you watched Minhyuk skim through the aisles, grazing the dresses with the tips of his fingers in passing. His expression was serious with a scrutinizing scowl on the several options before him, as if he were some sort of celebrity stylist dressing you for the Grammys.

But you followed behind him quietly, trying not to fall too deep into the broadness of his shoulders and the peak of his back tattoo just barely visible from the way his collar slouched.

Eventually, he stops at a section of more formal-looking dresses, his eye going up towards an array of gowns you'd never see yourself in on a good day.

It's a vermillion body-con with a sweetheart neckline and high thigh slit. You could tell from how defined the waistline was that it was very tight and left little to the imagination. Imagining yourself squeezing into that made a giggle bubble from your chest.

"Um...Minhyuk, I don't think.." you begin, silenced when your best friend's eyes light up.

"No...This is it. This is the one." He grins, reaching up immediately to lift the hooked hanger from the rack and pulling the dress away from the others to show you as if you hadn't seen it already.

The pride in his face was borderline heartbreaking and your smile hurt from how forced it was.

"Well?" He furrows his brow expectedly and you struggle to find the words.

"Well, it's...It's very...red." You half cringe and Minhyuk frowns at you as if he's offended.

"You don't like it?"

"No... it's not that I don't like it. It's just so...red.." you blanch and Minhyuk exhales impatiently.

"Yes, you said that."

"Well, you wanted my opinion! There it is.." you chuckle. Minhyuk rolls his eyes with a reluctant smile, breaking character from his serious celebrity stylist mug, and he steps closer to you.

"Yeah, but I thought you'd have more to say. So what if it's red? You like red don't you?"

"You like red. That's the only reason you picked it. Plus did you even check the size? I can't fit that.." you lean closer to examine the tag.

"You think I've been around you all this time and don't know your size? Look.." he scoffs and you ignore him while squinting to read the size printed on the tag.

Much to your surprise, it's your exact size.

Hmm.

"Lucky guess." You muse, all to Minhyuk's satisfaction.

"No such thing, my dear. Now would you like to know why I picked it for you? Or are you gonna keep making assumptions?"

His dedication to the task was adorable and you simply waved your hand, prompting him to carry on.

"Let's hear it." You perk your brow and Minhyuk grunts in amusement before straightening his posture, seamlessly falling back into his role. He clears his throat and you have to tuck your lips to keep from laughing as he sets out to state his reasoning.

"Besides it obviously being the best color in general, your skin just pops in red. I don't know why you don't wear it more often.."

He moves towards you, laying the dress over you as if to confirm his assessment. You tense a little from his sudden closeness, eyes fluttering up to his focused expression, but Minhyuk keeps his eyes low and on the dress draping over your body.

"I know you're shy sometimes about showing too much cleavage but this neckline would accentuate them in a classy way. And the way the zipper is kind of low shows off your pretty back.."

"You think my back...is pretty?" You ask, glancing goofily over your shoulder as if you could see your own back while trying not to giggle. But the moment he turns his eyes on you, the humor fades.

Minhyuk, like most Scorpios, is very seductive and flirty, but not in an overbearing way. He'll watch you for a while and get a read on what makes you smile and how to make you blush. He'll hold eye contact with you when you speak and smile when you look away. When he's feeling bolder than usual (like now), he's not letting you look away. He'll even take your chin and turn you so that you have no other choice but to look at him.

You didn't know why he was looking at you so intently. It was something you often witnessed him do with women he flirted with while you were out. Narrowing his eyes and tilting his head as if he could read their every thought.

But just as fast as he trapped you in his gaze, he blinked. Clearing his throat again, he continues speaking about the dress.

"I also like the slit here. Not too high but just enough for your legs to show when you walk. You shouldn't be hiding those from anyone.."

You look down at the mention of your thighs that were now pressing together subtly, furrowing your brow as Minhyuk spoke.

"..and the way the material has a bit of stretch tells me it's fitted and it'll cling to your body in a way that flatters you. You should wear your hair down for a more sultry look..."

Without warning, Minhyuk pulls the hair tie from your high ponytail and your hair falls around your face in waves that only existed because you let your hair air dry that morning. It falls naturally with a side part and Minhyuk proceeds to tuck the tresses on the less dominant side behind your ear with a satisfactory hum.

"Yeah..like that." He mutters, his eyes on you as if you were a piece of art he was appraising. And then there it was again, that look.

It catches you less off guard this time but the way Minhyuk's gaze drops to your lips has you blushing. You turn away, hiding behind your hair and mimicking the way he'd just tucked it behind your ear in a gesture that makes you blush harder.

"Um...Min... I'm looking for a dress to wear to my sister's graduation. Family and friends. This dress seems more appropriate for a.."

"Date?" Minhyuk completes the thought, his eyes still dark but with his brows lifted curiously. You blink up at him for a moment, stammering over your response.

"Um.Yes. I mean..yeah. I can't wear this for a family event. Id look crazy.." you shake your head, reaching for the dress hanger so that you can put it back where it belonged. Minhyuk lifted the dress out of your reach as he kissed his teeth.

"You'd look stunning. What are you talking about?"

You drop your arm with a sigh.

"You know what I mean. Don't get me wrong, the dress is gorgeous. Too gorgeous really. I just have no clue what chance I'd get to wear it.."

"Then just wear it for me. Duh." Minhyuk shrugs.

He said it as plainly as he'd suggest the two of you meet up downtown for drinks or when he'd give you directions on how to do something on your phone. He was always casual but there was something different this time.

For him.

It felt too personal to be casual.

"For you..." you repeat and he nods nonchalantly.

"Yeah..we go out often enough. Maybe one day I'll wanna go somewhere nice and it calls for something more mature.." he backpedals a little, donning that innocent smile of his that could convince you of almost anything.

"Right.." you chuckle after a beat, knowing damn well you knew what he meant. Hell, you felt it, fluttering in your chest and melting between your thighs.

For him...

"It's settled then. I'll get this for you and you'll buy me fajitas. Now let's find something for the graduation so we can get out of here. This music is making me nauseous..." Minhyuk huffs as he drapes the dress over his forearm, turning you around by the shoulder to face the rack of more casual dresses.

You say nothing more about the skimpy red dress he kept in his clutches as you thumbed through several less exciting garments, not really looking at them since your mind recounted what had just occurred between you and one of your closest friends.

Like, knows everything about your sublime dating life and past sexual experiences (good, bad, and embarrassing) type of close.

Has seen you on those bad days, hair and face a mess with mix match socks with a hole in the toe but you just refuse to throw them away and he scolds you every time he sees them ' kind of close.

He knew you. Well enough to know what'd you look good in and want to see it for himself.

And the idea of going out with him wasn't far-fetched either since you two shared meals at restaurants or went to clubs together enough. And he always let you know how you looked, making you blush most times when it was positive.

Which it usually was.

Maybe you were just overthinking this.

Perhaps he was simply implying that the dress he picked for you would look good on you because he knew you. Never mind the fact that you always felt something between the two of you that everyone seemed to acknowledge except you.

And him.

He couldn't have possibly meant anything more by it then...

Right?

🥴

Physically💋:

Minhyuk doesn't really give a damn about societal rules and regulations. He's touchy and handsy with everyone. Usually respectfully but sometimes it's a bit much. If he's with someone he's dating and he wants to kiss them and play in their hair and smack their butt on the street, he'll do it.

He's EXTREMELY territorial (more than the first two), but ironically he's not the jealous type. He can experience the emotion of course but he doesn't feed into it. If anything, it turns him off of it becomes too much of a reoccurring theme in the relationship. So if he's extra grabby in front of other men, it's mainly to keep them away for his temper's sake. Not for your satisfaction. But you better know who you're with too.

"What's wrong?"

The music was loud so you know he didn't hear you the first time you asked. All you knew was that one second you were grinding with a stranger to that one SZA song you can't remember the name of, next you felt a cold grip on your wrist and Minhyuk's venomous glare shooting over your head at the guy who was just about to cop a feel of your ass.

You tried your best not to slur your words when Minhyuk pulled you away from the dance floor so abruptly and you were surprised you could keep up with him in your heels as he led you back to the bar.

"Minhyuk...what the.." you huffed then gasped at the way your best friend's hands clasped at your waist to lift you effortlessly from the ground to perch on the barstool. You blinked in surprise, having never been handled in such a way by him before, and the rest of your sentence dies with the rest of your feelings towards the guy you'd abandoned.

You didn't get a chance to get his name and with all the flashing lights and loud music, you weren't sure if he was even all that cute. He could dance though and he smelled good, things that while sober you'd consider mildly attractive.

Your wingman didn't seem to oppose him approaching you and your group of mutual friends when he asked you to dance.

So what the hell was the issue now?

Minhyuk says nothing to you once he settles next to you at the bar, his eyes on everyone but you as he leans over it. He seemed to be looking for the bartender when you reached over to touch his arm, regaining his attention.

When he looks at you, you lift your brow expectantly because you know he knows what you are thinking. He rolls his eyes, more at himself for causing a small scene than at you, and exhales his visible frustration.

"I don't know...That guy was a creep. I didn't like the way that he was dancing with you." He leaned close to say in your ear, shrugging dismissively when he pulled away. You caught a whiff of his cologne when he did, resisting the slightly inebriated urge to follow him as his words registered.

You tip your head back and pout at his response, recalling the way you were just winding your hips and damn near twerking on Minhyuk after a few shots when you all first got to the club.

Hell, he was always your dance partner on nights out.

"Like how? I dance with you like that all the time.." reiterate and Minhyuk side-eyes you before exhaling sharply through his nose, returning his attention to summoning the bartender.

"That's different." He shouts over the music before mouthing 'water', pointing at you and putting up two fingers when the cute brunette serving up drinks finally made eye contact with him. She nods in understanding and Minhyuk settles against the bar, turning around so his front is now facing the dance floor.

You watched his keen eyes scanning the crowd silently with an undeniable scowl on his face. Then your eyes traveled lower, mapping out the way his silk button-up with nothing underneath that's half tucked in that effortlessly fashionable Minhyuk way.

He's tall and slender, his black jeans hugging his slim legs that seem longer than you'd ever noticed them to be. He'd shed his leather jacket a while ago and it was draped over his forearm as he leaned his elbow against the bar. 

He looked good.

Like really good, and it takes some effort to stop yourself from staring at his handsome profile when your waters arrive. That was when Minhyuk turned around, pushing both glasses toward you with a stern look.

"Down both of those.."

In private, he was just about as affectionate as anyone would imagine him to be. Since he thrives off of intimacy, don't be surprised at him taking interest in your grooming and upkeep when things become more serious. Washing your hair. Painting your nails. Hell, I could even see him wanting to shave you because he's an expert at it and will ensure you don't have any ingrown hairs or bumps when he does it. I bet he's very nurturing when you're not feeling well or a little tipsy after a night out as well...

"I'm not helpless Min, I can manage..." you fuss as you watch your best friend remove your heels for you.

You were now back at your apartment, club night coming to an end after Jooheon almost punched a guy for looking at his girl too long.

You lived close and within walking distance of the clubs and bars you frequented, so it wasn't odd for Minhyuk to crash at your place when you insisted he was too drunk to find his way home.

Tonight, however, Minhyuk didn't seem to be in much of a drinking mood, not partaking in any of the shots from earlier and keeping close to you after making sure you drank some water. So when he stuck around after using your bathroom, you wondered vaguely why he wasn't preparing to head out.

Instead, he was kneeling on the floor in your living room, handling your feet with care contrasting the way he pulled you away from the dance floor and picked you up to set you on that barstool. You were standing so you had to balance with a hand on his shoulder to keep from wobbling, giggling every time he touched your leg.

"Please. I watched you almost break your neck three times tonight.." he chuckled, removing your other heel with one of his hands gently holding your ankle. It tickled a little, his fingers grazing your Achilles, and you had to bite down to keep from laughing.

"You did not." You roll your eyes.

Admittedly, you were still a little tipsy despite chugging that water and walking up the busied streets with the cool night air hitting your face. Minhyuk stayed to your side then too, gripping your hand the moment he noticed you struggling to walk straight.

"I did. Pretty sure I saved your life once or twice tonight." He looks up, your bare foot in hand. You tried to ignore the feeling in your seeing him from this vantage point, kneeling with his adoring gaze on your face, your leg lifted and your bare foot cradled in his big hands.

"I...I'm a pro in heels. Drunk or sober.."You stammer defensively and Minhyuk scoffs, shaking his head as he sets your foot on the carpet and stands. Doubling in height, he towers over you, looking down his nose in a way that has your ankles feeling weaker than they did in those damned high heels.

You blink up at him, and he silently searches your eyes for everything and nothing all at once, his lips parting slowly.

"Whatever you say...here." He says finally, tipping his chin in a gesture for you to sit and the both of you plop down onto the couch

You exhaled in tandem as you stared at the ceiling, and that cozy silence was instrumented by the swinging blades of your ceiling fan and the ticking clock in the distance.

The night replays in your head in a blur of moving lights, 808s pounding with the warmth of a familiar touch never too far away. The touch at the small of your back guides you through the crowd or curls at the bend of your arm to steer you out of potential harm's way.

Even if it said harm was just a few drunken patrons too caught up in the atmosphere to care if they bump into you.

The touch brushing the hair from your face habitually when it threatened the view of your eyes when talking over the music, his hooded gaze dropping occasionally to read your lips.

Minhyuk's touch, while you assumed it to be platonic, always made you feel protected and cherished. Like if anything stepped in your path, Minhyuk would be the one to stand between it and you. Years of knowing him to be the brotherly type to all of his friends, male and female, you often shamed yourself for interpreting the way he treated you as anything more.

Perhaps it's just his personality.

But there were times like now, when the feeling of knuckles strumming softly against the back of your hand as you sat beside him in silence, you couldn't deny the fluttery feeling in your chest that wasn't just friendly.

You tried not to react by keeping your hand still and relaxed, but in an act of pure bravery, you turned it slightly and lifted a finger to nudge his.

That slowly evolved into his finger curling around yours affectionately.

When you turned your head, you found him already looking at you, his eyes soft and vulnerable. And hot.

Like molten metal melting through ice, clouding the air with smoke and steam that makes it hard for you to look him in the eye.

But you surprisingly don't cower away this time.

"What?" You blush with a subtle smirk of amusement. Minhyuk's gaze falls to your lips for a spell, then drags back up to your eyes, sweeping between them as if he were searching for something.

After a long breadth of silence, he smirks too.

"One of your eyelashes is about to come off.." he says flatly, keeping that hot hooded look in the eye focused on your entranced expression that slowly fades as you digested his words.

You immediately lift your hand to your face, blinking and brushing over your lashes with your fingertips.

"What....no it's not, you.." you begin to fuss but fall silent at the feeling of Minhyuk's large hand sliding under the hand you held close to your face.

"Hold still.." he inhales and you freeze on contact, feeling his thumb now brushing over your eyelashes delicately as if to inspect them himself, his features soft yet focused.

He inches closer, squinting as his lips parted slowly. Your eyes fall to them thoughtlessly as you inhale the mint on Minhyuk's breath, and you play it off by just closing them.

"Did you....did you get it?" You ask just above a whisper, mindful of how close Minhyuk's face was to yours.

When you felt his touch idling just shy of your eyelids, his thumb gently sweeping over the apple of your cheek, you opened your eyes.

Finding him even closer than before with the tip of his nose threatening to graze the tip of yours.

Like magnets, your lips are drawn together, his top lip slotting between yours softly in the most tender kiss. You'd imagined, more often than you'd like to admit, that his lips were soft but feeling them against yours put your imagination to shame.

They almost felt like nothing, moving gently as he pecked your bottom lip and alternating so that you could suck his. And he tasted like like mint with a hint of citrus, inspiring you to lean into the kiss for more of him.

You weren't sure if it was the lingering alcohol in your blood or the fact that you were satisfying several years worth of curiosity, but your inhibitions seemed to dissipate the longer Minhyuk's lips moved against yours.

He felt too right, like his lips were made for kissing yours, and nothing else was meant to happen but this.

Sexually💦:

Scorpio. That's the tweet. 🌚😂

Very deep, very intense. Very sensual. Very intimate. There are no secrets (despite him being very secretive in general) with him and there's nothing that you have that he doesn't want to see. So there's no need to be embarrassed. Minhyuk is more attracted to your mind than your body, and your body is a bonus.

He wouldn't be able to choose between your ass or tits. To be frank, his favorite part of you is probably your mouth anyway🥴 He's the type to make you suck his fingers or gag you with them when's hitting it from behind. A fantasy he'd surely gotten off to a few times. More than anything, he loves the sounds you make, and the way your tongue moves. Loves kissing you. He'd kiss you all day if he could.

It didn't take long for things to escalate.

Kissing him alone felt like sex, the way he teased his tongue over your bottom lips without really putting it in your mouth. He knew you wanted it by the way you'd chase him, and he'd pull back a fraction to see the sexy frustration crinkling in your brow.

Touches were bolder now, yours holding him at the neck and shoulder, pulling yourself closer so that your chest was almost flush against his. Minhyuk squeezed you at your waist, his other hand pushing your hair back so that your neck was exposed.

He massaged your nape with his fingers before grasping the hairs there and tugging gently from the root, making you gasp. In doing so, your mouth opens wider and it's the in Minhyuk sought to glide his tongue against yours.

The second he tasted the heady mix of vodka and Sprite still there, he tugged your hair again in reaction.

Much tighter this time and you moan softly into his kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder when he does it again, moaning loud enough to snap you both out of the bubble of lust forming around you.

Minhyuk pulls away with shining lips parted to breathe, his eyes blinking as he assesses you. You were notably hot and bothered as you stared back at him with whimsical eyes, his shirt clutched in your grasp.

He soothes your scalp with his fingers gently, licking his lips before asking...

"Should we stop?.. because I'll fuck you right here..right now...so if you don't want that...."

He pants with the fragmented statement, his eyes telling you that stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. But there was still concern there.

Concern for your state of mind.

Concern for your feelings.

Concern for your friendship...

Rightfully so. Nothing like this had ever reached this height between you. Amongst the many nights you'd laid next to him in your bed when he'd stay over. Never touching you inappropriately. Never crossing a line, physically at least.

Maybe you should stop...

Aw, Fuck it.

"I do..." you exhale without blinking and with that breathy admission, Minhyuk was given the green light to continue and not much time was wasted on any more smooches when there were layers of clothes keeping him from touching you.

Once free of your halter top that now bunched at your waist, Minhyuk eased you to lay back with his lips busy drawing a line over and under your jaw, down your neck, and towards your chest.

Without a bra to shield the hardness of your nipples from him, they were quickly engulfed by the heat of his mouth. He sucked them just enough to make you squirm before pulling away.

Everything was moving fast but there was a desperation in both of you that didn't mind it. You didn't think this was some drunken impulse you were on and you felt in complete control of yourself.

You watched with wide eyes as Minhyuk stood from the couch to finish unbuttoning his shirt and his pants next. You were shimmying out of your jeans and panties by the time he was shirtless, milky skin and broad shoulders dulling your focus on everything in the room that wasn't him. While slender, Minhyuk had the best balance of lean muscle in his arms and chest, cinching down to a small waist and the faintest hint of washboard abs.

He held an otherworldly beauty that felt unreal at times and you're left stunned and blinking up at him as you waited.

Minhyuk dropped his shirt to the floor before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, fishing out the shining gold packet from the leather billfold.

Of course, he had a condom, you thought. You were glad since you weren't even considering it. Raw sex wasn't something you'd commonly do with someone new but nothing about being with Minhyuk felt new since you'd secretly thought about being with him this way for far too long.

Knowing the fantasy was bout to become a reality has you shifting on the cushions, biting your lip as your walls clenched in anticipation, thighs clamping shut to keep from exposing how ready you already were.

As if you could.

The second you were completely bare in front of him, Minhyuk paused. He takes in the full view of you in the dim lighting of your small living room, the lines of your body, and the soft glow of your skin.

His eyes dropped to the apex of your thighs, the part of you that you were trying to hide, feeling a little shy now that you were fully exposed. This makes him huff out a short humorless breath as he resumes undressing.

Eyes locked on yours, Minhyuk's black jeans and Calvin's became a pile on the floor as he stepped out of them with the corner of the condom slotted between his teeth.

You couldn't keep from looking down at the girth and length dangling towards you, veiny and bobbing as Minhyuk moved to rejoin you on the couch. You had zero expectations of how big your best friend's dick was, curiosity and attraction aside, but you weren't expecting that. Your insides clenched again at the thought of all of that being inside of you and you could feel the excitement seeping from your heat as he got closer.

He's on his knees before you with his hands on yours, and you separate them slowly to allow Minhyuk between your thighs.

As shameless as you were ogling his goods before, Minhyuk stares at your pussy, the ombre of nude and pink blending from your lips to your leaking slit. Your clit peaked from the hood, swollen and ready for stimulation and your skin shined from the slickness of your arousal.

You were just as ready for him as he was for you.

He ripped the condom wrapper between his teeth skillfully, spitting the sliver of foil away before rolling the latex over himself. It was all done so smoothly that you'd barely take a breath once he lined himself up with your entrance.

"And you want this?.." he repeats his apprehension from before with this secondary request for consent, the fat mushroom tip of his dick covered in the thinnest layer of latex rubbing up and down over your vulva. His head bumps over your clit and you shudder, nodding at him with lips parted in an anticipated moan.

"I want you... I've always wanted you..." you admit breathlessly with earnest eyes on his much to Minhyuk's relief.

You couldn't have said anything more necessary.

He enters you then, slowly and stretching you with the newness of his shape. The girth and curve of him that was foreign to your body, but never far from the deepest part of your mind. Countless nights when you were alone and the coolness of the sheets kept you company, you thought about what it would be like to feel Minhyuk's body against yours.

To feel him inside of you, rolling his hips back and forth, driving you crazy with his tip grazing your cervix over and over. He'd only been inside you a minute and you could already feel yourself unraveling.

Maybe you were still a little drunk, sober for sure on the walk home but intoxicated by the way Minhyuk handled you. Kissing you like his tongue was marinated in whiskey.

It felt like a dream until you felt his fingers pinching your nipple.

"Ah.." you gasp, barely keeping up with all the sensations attacking you. Your blurred vision regains focus on the source of the shadow looming over you. Minhyuk's dark fringe hung over his forehead as he moved, and he paused only to flip his hair back so that he could see you properly.

It shouldn't have been so sexy but your lip catches between your teeth at the sight of him and Minhyuk smiles.

"You're so perfect..." he mumbles, using the hand he'd tweaked your nipple with to smooth your hair from your face. It almost seemed like he meant to only say it in his head but he was too caught up in the moment to keep it to himself.

You crease your brow at the unexpected compliment but quickly forget about it when Minhyuk sweeps you deep. He ups the rhythm in the snap of his hips and cups your breast against his palm to hold you as an anchor, using his other hand to push your leg back. You were sure you were drunk on him now, feeling more sensitive and ignited with every second he was stroking you.

He fucks you harder now, drilling you deep into your couch cushions until you explode all over it and him, crying his name as he leaned in to silence you with his lips.

Minhyuk seems like the kinky type. Role play, bondage, some choking and spitting-in-the-mouth action if he's that turned on. (🥴) But he enjoys making love more than the theatrics. He is a lover after all, more than likely conceived around Valentine's Day. He wants to prolong your pleasure by edging you and teasing you until you're on the verge of insanity. He loves equal participation though. Don't be a pillow princess with this man please, it turns him off.

And once he gives in and lets you have it all, he gives 1000%. If you don't cum, he doesn't cum. Period.

The two of you lay there, spent and naked on your living room couch. The clock ticks and the ceiling fan creaks, the only sign of time passing despite you feeling like you're suspended in it.

You, running your fingers through his hair with heavy eyelids and him with his face between your breasts and listening to your fluttery heart and trapping your body in his arms.

"You know... it's about damn time..." his chin wags against your sternum and you hum questioningly, fingers stalling their hypnotic dance over his scalp.

Minhyuk lifts his head to look at you with that damned cheeky smile of his.

"...you admitting how much you've wanted me this whole time...Took you long enough." He grins wider and you mush his head playfully.

"Oh brother.." you roll your eyes, attempting to wriggle free from Minhyuk's embrace. It's useless since his dead weight was much more than you could lift.

"Oh No no... can't call me that anymore. That would be gross...To be fair, I never saw you as a sister anyway but I digress.." he chuckles and you don't even resist smiling this time.

"Oh shut up..." You mush him in the head again and Minhyuk only leans into your touch, ending in an affection caress. His eyes soften and you melt under them, sighing in defeat as you pushed ran your fingers through his silky dark tresses.

"...and don't even act like I'm the one who was taking forever to admit anything. You're the one who never dropped a hint that you were into me before..." you add, only for Minhyuk to scoff.

"I gave you every hint in the book...You just didn't catch on." He lifts his brow matter of factly and you were stumped, knowing he was probably right.

It wasn't that you didn't notice but more that you didn't want to be wrong. Having a suspected thing with your best friend and ignoring it versus being humiliated by his possible rejection was worth wasting all this time.

Had you known the dick was this good though, you might have risked it sooner.

Just sayn....

"So now what?" You ask him after a beat, pulling your attention from his smoldering sex eyes to stare at the ceiling. Minhyuk smiles knowingly, resting his cheek between your breasts again with your hand still stitched in his hair.

"Now?..well, I guess you'll have to let whoever thinks you're available know that you're not anymore. And I'll do the same..."He shrugs his shoulders. You chuckle at his nonchalance, as shifting the entire dynamic between the two of you would be as simple as sending out a few texts to break a few hearts. Surely more on his side than yours.

"Oh? That's it?.." you sarcastically inquire and Minhyuk continues.

"Yep...Then we have to tell people. Our families, friends. That guy who drizzles extra caramel in your frappuccino with no charge at Starbucks."

"Oh yeah, definitely Starbuck's guy." You joke and you can feel Minhyuk's cheek rising against your skin.

"Yeah fuck that guy...anyway. And then I suppose I should take you out somewhere. Not a club or bar or some Mexican joint during happy hour. Like actually wine and dine you so you don't think I just want you for your body. Now that I've had it, there's no going back. But Y'know...proper boyfriend stuff."

You were grinning ear to ear at everything he said until then. Now you were surprised, your smile fading as you lifted your head. Minhyuk does the same when he feels you tensing, his expression calm and expectant when he looks at you.

"What?" He asks, feigns innocence, smiling softly and you blink at him as if you were dumbfounded.

"Boyfriend? Skipping straight to that are we?" You joke weakly and Minhyuk shrugs again in the way he does.

"Well..yeah. I prefer to be in actual relationships with women I have feelings for. With a woman I actually love and admire, that knows me better than anyone. That loves the weird-flavored drinks on the menu and can't walk for shit in heels when she's drunk. Or sober. That isn't afraid to hold my hand in a crowded room even though people are looking. That acts all shy and self-conscious even though I know she knows she has no reason to be. But if it's too much for you, I can settle with just a boy who's your friend...best friend...that fucks you and stuff...for now."

"Boyfriend is fine. I mean...I prefer boyfriend as well." You blurt, pausing to clear the thickness of emotion in your throat. before Minhyuk could lengthen his tangent. He smiles, pushing up your body to plant a soft kiss on your lips and pulling away before he's tempted to drown you in his absinthe again.

Opting to cuddle naked with you in the middle of the living room, Minhyuk goes back to nuzzling your breasts like they were pillows.

"Mmhm." He hums affirmatively, acting unaware of the shimmer in your eyes.

You swallowed your emotions and relaxed back into the silence, chewing your bottom lip thoughtfully.

"I suppose I have a reason to wear that dress now. Since you seemed to like it so much.."You tease just as you are sure Minhyuk is on the brink of falling asleep.

He grunts against your chest, rubbing his cheek over your heartbeat until he's cozy.

"Hmm...Or you could just be naked...I'd like that too."

Love Language:

Acts of service and Words of affirmation. Tell him his handsome and adorable and talented. He doesn't need it per se but he appreciates being seen by YOU. Because he for sure sees you. Minhyuk has a take-over spirit and he gets things done so be ready for him to snatch that jar out of your hands so he can open it. Or if you're having issues with customer service over the phone, hand it to him and you'll end up with a refund or a free month of service lol

I can see him being big on gifts and grand gestures as well. So holidays and birthdays will always be special with him...

Pet names/Terms or endearment🥰:

He'll tell you you're pretty, gorgeous, beautiful often. That'll probably just end up being your pet name while together. He's not much of a 'babe', 'honey', or 'darling' type.

a/n: i added his military pics because this is legit the most boyfriend/husband/baby daddy this man has ever looked and im standing on that lol

<The other Boyfriends >

#monsta x smut #minhyuk #monstax imagines #monsta x fanfic #shownu #hyunwoo #changkyun #hyungwon #jooheon #kihyun #minhyuk smut #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #wonho

[chanyouchan]

⌕ flechado a pedido de ninguém, fantasyisland

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 25/04/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

#capa #capa para spirit #capa para fic #capa para fanfic #pink #rosa #yellow #amarelo #monstax #wonho #hyungwon #fisland #fantasyisland #capa divertida #capa fluffy #capa com desenho #hyungwongo #wonwon #2won #chanyouchan covers #chanyouchan

[arshanji]

capa para FantasyIsland

#capa de fanfic #capa para fanfic #capa social spirit #capa clean #design #sonamoo edit #monsta x edit #monstax edit #purple kiss edit #treasure edit

[kissme-loverboy]

𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: A Little Touch of Heaven 📝 💻 📂

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀: Male Reader X Wonho, Male Reader X Shownu, Male Reader X Wonho X Shownu.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Amid the bustling atmosphere of an office, a captivating story comes to life. Yours stands at a crossroads, presented with two distinct paths: one that leads from friendship to romance with Shownu, and another that transforms animosity into a passionate love with Wonho. As the professional backdrop frames their lives, emotions run deep and connections form, crafting a tale rich in tenderness, growth, and unexpected love.

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀: Wonho, Shownu, Monsta X, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Monogamous, Polygamous, Self-Insert, Male Reader, Co-Workers, Romance, Office Romance, Choose Your Own Ending.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗢𝗻𝗲: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘄𝗼: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗶𝘅: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻: Coming Soon

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: Coming Soon

#wonho x male reader #shownu x male reader #X male reader #monstax x male reader #romance #office romance #male x male fanfic

[seungkwansphd]

she catches crabs by the seashore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

“Yes!” you turned to beam at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

…

“You’re back!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

#shownu fluff #shownu fanfic #monsta x fluff #monsta x fanfic #shownu x reader #monstax x reader #shownu imagine #shownu scenario #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenarios #seungkwansphd:writes

[jae-bummer]

PROMPT LIST: CLOSED

*blows the dust from the keyboard and cracks knuckles*

Hello friends, fancy seeing you here!

It's been about three years since I last was active in writing on Tumblr, and I'm excited to say...I want to give it a shot again! I hope you all haven't forgotten me and are ready to see a bit of new content headed your way. I'm sad knowing I've likely lost plenty of folks who have moved on from my blog (or kpop in general), but I am so happy to meet all of you who have decided to follow during my break!!

Now let's start this thing off right...WITH A PROMPT LIST!

Half of these prompts are quotes, while the other half are situational. I hope there's a little something for everyone :) Quote prompts will somehow incorporate in the storyline and situational prompts, of course, will be the general, loose plot of the story.

Note: You can submit whatever request you want! It doesn’t have to be one of the prompts listed! This list just makes it easy and fun to see something you want to read.

Second Note: Don’t be afraid to talk to me! I love hearing your input or just geeking out on our favorite members! Reblogs with comments and sweet messages make my heart all fluttery!

Third Note: The groups I write for are: BTS, Got7, Seventeen, Monsta X, AOMG, and Stray Kids!

The Prompts:

"Want to help egg my ex's house?"

2. "Get in the fucking blanket fort."

3. "Tell me to leave and I'll never bother you again."

4. "You look good in my clothes."

5. "Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?"

6. "If you do that one more time, I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

7. "Doesn't matter what happens...if you call me, I will always answer."

8."My job is to teach. That's all."

9. "I don't want them. I want you."

10. "You haven't changed at all."

11. Your bias makes every excuse he can think of to hold your hand.

12. Your bias needs a fake partner for a family event. Are you up for the task?

13.While on tour with your bias as a staff member, somehow the two of you end up sharing the same hotel room.

14. Soulmate AU (Requester's choice)

15. You hurt yourself and your bias is in the hospital bed adjacent.

16. You find a journal belonging to your bias.

17. Two mini fics in one: The first time you see your bias. The last time you see your bias (guaranteed heart break ahead)

18. Your bias gets drunk, and you have to handle their mess.

19. You or Your bias get injured, and one has to clean the other up.

20. Somehow you and your bias were moved into the same apartment.

Thanks all and happy requesting! :)

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop request #kpop scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #monstax #bts #stray kids #got7 #seventeen #svt #skz #aomg #jay park

[outro-jo]

Introducing Myself/Requesting info

Jo

main: @the-southernbelle

They/Them

USA

26

Virgo Sun, Gemini Moon, Taurus Rising

Multistan

Ults: Bang Chan & Yuta

Bias: Namjoon, Yeonjun, Jisoo, Jun/Jeonghan, Shownu, Yeji, Choi In, Keeho, Taeyong/Mark/Kun

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Hey y’all!! I’m Jo! i’ve been writing on tumblr for years but I started this account a while ago for kpop stuff. Y’all also may know me from tiktok and trading insta @outro_jo

NOT taking requests at this time but when i open my inbox back up here’s what to request!

things to request:

imagines

reactions/scenarios

blurbs

headcannons (*idol* as a partner, etc)

song inspired one shots

I try to write gender neutral or in a way that gender isn’t specified, and I try not to include body type or hair/skin/eye color so that everyone can read and feel included. I’m not really writing smuts as of right now so please do not request anything nsfw. while i occasionally touch on mental health, please be mindful of your requests. i’ve struggled with a lot of things in my past and some topics are upsetting to me. i generally like to keep my fics positive and lighthearted rather then get too emotionally triggering with what i write. i make sure to tw as much as possible but if i miss anything, please reach out to me! i also ask that if you request something of a sensitive nature to please tw as well so i can determine if i want to continue reading the message.

also when requesting, please be clear. let me know which group if you want all members included or the member(s) you want it written about. i’ve had many requests without a group attached and i usually take that as skz but sometimes i will pick any group bc i can 😌

You can request any group but I stan:

Ateez

Stray Kids

Nct (all units)

Seventeen

P1Harmony

Monsta X

BTS

Blackpink

Txt

Itzy

E’last (will need to do more research to write)

more!

I look forward to getting to know y’all and writing some requests!! please request in my ask box and dm if you wanna chat!! 🤍

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #bts #monstax #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #ateez #txt #tomorrow by together #itzy #blackpink #e’last #seventeen #p1harmony

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 6

Some Days in the Life

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

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Everyday Changkyun and I found a new topic to fight about.

Day 2 with Changkyun

I was sat down on the couch flipping through TV channels. Changkyun messed around in the kitchen before coming to stand behind the couch, hands resting on the back. I continued browsing the channels. We fought over the remote when I landed on the news because, “this is boring and depressing, let's watch a drama!”

But I needed something to connect me to the outside world. Changkyun wandered around behind me opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen, probably looking for a snack. And then I saw it—my picture was blown up to fill the TV screen. It shrank down as the newscaster broke down the story of a young woman—me— “proclaimed missing three days ago.”

If I was standing, I would have been knocked off my feet. A fire re-ignited within me; I wanted to turn around and lunge at Changkyun. The police have probably already given up hope looking for me. What was everyone thinking right now—never mind, I knew. At this point, people are thinking I’m buried in some shallow grave. I could envision people crying, and people who barely knew me reminiscing about “that time.” Sure, I’d thought about this before, but I was also so wrapped up in the fact that, at first, I was more or less safe.

“That’s a nice picture of you,” Changkyun muses, “when is that from?” He was sick and callous.

“Did you know this was on the news?” I screamed at him. I didn’t wait for his answer. “This is you! You’re a criminal and this is your crime do you know that? People think I’m dead and you stand here casually asking when I took this picture! You’re soulless!” I felt angry and sad and cursed, and I wanted to run all the way home Surprise, my accounts got hacked or I went camping or some excuse that could cover up being off the grid for 10 days so I wouldn’t have to ever think of Changkyun again, let alone relay the story to someone. Changkyun stood there, arms crossed. Are you done yet was visible on the tip of his tongue while he waited for me to finish.

Day Three with Changkyun: Family

“Just let me tell them I’m still alive!” I begged. “A text or a letter.”

“No.” I imagined Changkyun wearing a cloak and flourishing it while he walked away, I imagine he would be that melodramatic given the chance.

Soon he got sick of me pestering him on this, opting to blow up at me. “Why do you care about them so much? If they really loved you, they would have found you already! I had to search everywhere for you when you left school!” after pointing this bullshit, he stopped yelling. “Besides, no one just runs away for a couple weeks. We’ll go see them once you’re settled here.”

“You mean once you've finished brainwashing me?”

“You’re just scared of change.”

I threw my hands up in frustration, “Stop acting like you know what I’m feeling. I’m scared–” I growled “–of you!”

Promptly, Changkyun delivered a hard slap to my face. “I’m protecting you" I looked at him. “You’re absurd, what was that then?” I held my cheek

“There’s a lot more than that waiting out there for you.”

“Are you threatening me? You make no sense” I yelled. Again, he held up his hand prompting me to shut my mouth.

“I did it to show you what it feels like when you say such mean things to me.” Changkyun had big sad eyes as he soothingly rubbed the hand he hit me with, still red from the impact.

Day Four with Changkyun: Going Outside

“I want to go outside.” I stood in front of him while he lounged on the couch.

“No.” His favorite word.

“Just in the backyard. I’ll stay on the patio.” He ignored me.

Trailing behind him all day, begging, whining–even crying, all amounted to nothing. I felt like a toddler.

“I want to go outside!” I slammed my hand on his desk, not missing a beat, Changkyun grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me down. Losing my balance, I dropped hard onto the desk while he pulled my arm taught to his side. “My niece understands no better than you do.”

It crossed my mind that he’d never mentioned having siblings, nonetheless nieces or nephews, but his family tree wasn’t my first priority at the moment.

“You never even asked if I’d go with you.” I open my mouth, but he cut me off, “I won’t. Maybe if you were good, sweet, obedient for more than an hour I’d reward you and we would go outside. Together.” I debated if this trade-off was worth it. Obedience or House Arrest? He watched me weigh the two in my mind. “We’re a long ways away from going outside. That’s more of a…” he guided my hand back between us “final reward for you.” I jerked my hand back and stood up fully. “Now, stop asking.”

Day Five with Changkyun: Sleeping Arrangements 

“I hate waking up next to you.” I threw out while eating breakfast. He was not impressed, and knew where I was going with this conversation.

“You’re not staying in one of the other rooms.”

“Why?”

“Because we love each other, and when people loved each other, they share a space.”

“I don’t–” Changkyun’s glare cut me off. “I don’t want to live with someone before we’re married.” I deterred.

Changkyun scoffed. “Come on, I know you.”

After that, we ate quietly. It was surprising Changkyun hadn’t exploded already. On cue,

“Why does nothing satisfy you!?” He hit the table. Silverware rattled “I could give you the world and you’d still ask for more.” I cringed, was I really that selfish? “Can’t you let me have one thing?”

“I’m right here.” I murmured sarcastically to myself. He’s asking a lot from a prisoner. He wasn’t meant to hear me.

“And I’m asking you to see me and understand that everything I do is for you. Please stop antagonizing me.”

Then stop being an antagonist I huffed. Maybe I could stand to complain a little less, then maybe I could get one of those rewards he’s always holding over my head.

Day Six with Changkyun: Activities

“I’m bored.”

Changkyun looked up at me from his phone. We sat together on the couch, my legs across his lap as his CD played. He claimed he was responding to work emails, but that couldn’t be all he was doing on his phone. My fingers itched, I craved it like comfort food, like a breath of air after drowning. Of course, he noticed my eyeing his phone. Smoothly, he turned it off and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket.

He rubbed my leg “I can think of a few things to do.” he wore an indecorous smile.

“No.” I pulled my legs in, he playfully tugged them back, yet not moving to do anything else. “What do you even have do here?” I tried to change the subject.

“Well, when I’m not learning about you,” ah yes of course “I work, make music, I work out.”

And I could tell.

While Changkyun typically wore sweatshirts and large baggy hoodies, he also wore his fair share of compression shirts that stretched tight over his chest and arms. Not to mention how they accentuated his small waist. Changkyun saw my eyes trailing to where the zipper of his hood stood, exposing his collarbone but little else.

“Should I take it off, Changkyun challenged.

“Shut up. You never even leave to go to the gym.” I don't want to admit I’d even spared a glance at him.

“Why would I when I have one here?” He l took his phone back out.

“What? Where?” I wasn’t convinced.

“Through the kitchen.”

“The garage?”

“I just wrote that so you wouldn’t try to go in there.”

#changkyun #monsta x #im changkyun #monbebe #monsta x angst #yandere monsta x #i.m #changkyunnie #kpop #changkyun angst #mosnta x yandere #yandere changkyun #fluff #angst #monsta x fanfic #monstax x reader #changkyun x reader

[venusrising91]

Missing you

Pairing: Just Wonho

Genre: Smut (no plot lol)

Summary: A short, steamy solo session

Word count: 274

He usually never bathed alone. Baths were normally a shared activity. He preferred showers. They were quick, efficient. But you were gone. And he missed you. Terribly. This reminded him of you. His head fell back as he palmed his cock. Smoothing a hand up the length of it as it hardened under the warm water, shaft pressed against his sculpted abs. 

    You always loved hearing him moan. He let out a few soft ones, wishing you were there to hear them. He reconstructed you in his mind’s eye, sparing no detail. Even the soft, barely noticeable freckles that spotted your skin were present. His grip tightened, arm veins bulging, concealed under the rippling water.

    The strokes were slow at first, just how you liked it. But soon he began pumping harder, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he jerked off. He imagined cupping the swell of your breast and nearly lost his load. But he steadied himself. He wanted it to last just a little longer.

    “Fuck”, he whimpered, face scrunched as he drew closer to his peak. He envisioned himself inside of you, between your legs— spread wide as he committed sins between them. This was his favorite way. He loved looking down at you, loved seeing the wreck he made of you, loved cumming deep inside you.

    The thought sent him tumbling over the edge. His orgasm was bliss and a steady stream of milky semen broke free, soiling the bath water. He wished he could have sprayed it inside of your walls instead. Nevertheless he let out a sigh, feeling content, euphoric even. The only thing missing was you.

#wonho imagines #wonho smut #shin wonho #lee hoseok #monstax smut #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #lee wonho #wonho x reader #wonho x you #lee hoseok smut #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #monsta x wonho

[yakuly]

Gente pergunta rápida, que idol vcs acham que daria um bom guitarrista de banda de rock? 👀

É pro meu TCC.........

#Yakully #talvez eu tenha pensado em alguma coisa #totalmente nao pq sai de um show #e o guitarrista e gato #e talvez eu esteja animada dmais #fanfic #kpop #bts #ateez #got7 #exo #monstax #nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #seventeen #stray kids #enhypen

[m-du]

৶  monsta x icons • 120x120px

#monsta x #monsta x icons #icons #icon #spirit fanfics #spirit fanfics icons #hyungwon #changkyun #jooheon #monstax

[jenchann]

Which kpop idol do you believe makes an interesting or perfect submissive? Male and female both?

#kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fic #kpop fiction #bts fiction #bts smut #nct fiction #nct smut #exo fanfic #exo smut #straykids fanfic #straykids smut #monstax fiction #monstax smut #treasure fanfic #treasure smut #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #redvelvet fanfic #red velvet smut #blackpink fanfic #blackpink smut #twice fanfic #twice smut

[ella-bo-bella]

Don’t Test Me Princess

It was your first time going to a Monsta X concert. You were so excited, especially since you somehow managed to snag a couple VIP tickets for you and your best friend. It was early in the day, but you and your friend Maria were already getting ready for the concert.

“I was thinking of wearing this for my shirt, what do you think?” Maria asked you, holding up a fishnet top with a black bralette under it.

“I love it.” You replied as you pulled your own shirt over your head, you had been pretty proud of how your shirt turned out as you did a D.I.Y. with the guys’ names on the back and the tour name on front all glammed out.

You and Maria headed out to get lunch after getting ready. You had decided to get Korean hot dogs and do a little shopping in the K-town near your neighborhood. Before the two of you realized, it was about time to head to the venue. Once you arrived you guys partook in the random dance play that was hosted by a local dance cover group before their performance.

“We should probably go get our VIP perks before the lines get too crazy.” You said to Maria pointing at the growing line.

“Let’s go.” She said taking your hand as you ran to the line. You guys got your wrist bands and eventually got to go in for sound check. The guys came out in relatively casual clothes, but they looked even better than you could have imagined, you couldn’t believe this was real life. Even through sound check the VIP Monbebe were cheering so loud, making you even more pumped for the actual show.

“We love you Monbebe, see you soon.” Changkyun said before the guys ran off stage and the audience were dismissed to the venue halls.

“This is going to be such an awesome concert!” You exclaimed, jumping up and down to rid your set of some pent-up energy from all the excitement.

“Yeah, it is!” Maria said, jumping up and down with you. You guys took the opportunity to use the restroom before the concert and ended up getting some merch from the stands. Soon after you guys were allowed back in the seating area to find your seats, you were just as close as you were for the soundcheck, this was going to be amazing. Monsta X came out and performed a few songs, really getting the crowd going before taking their first break in the concert.

“We really wanted to do something special for Monbebe tonight, so were going to pick some random seat numbers and bring a few of you to the stage!” the translator announced, the crowd went absolutely wild at the announcement. You never expected them to do anything like this but didn’t get your hopes up, stuff like this never happened to you. Why would now be any different, but Hyungwon called out your seat number and you completely missed it until Maria started shaking you and you realized other members of the audience had turned to look at you.

“That’s you!” Maria said. You were in complete shock. How did you get so lucky. Once up on the stage the selected Monbebe were allowed to get a selfie, a video or a wake-up alarm from the member(s) of their choice. You thought that was all there was to the special event, so you began to make your way to the edge of the stage, but your wrist was caught causing you to turn around and before you knew it you were pinned between Changkyun and the stage’s edge wall. The audience was screaming at the interaction between the two of you.

“Where are you going?” he asked you. You looked down nervously.

“Nowhere.” You said as a wave of bold braveness washed over you and you grabbed his belt loops pulling him a little closer, soliciting another excited scream from the audience. Changkyun gave you a dangerous chuckle before leaning in even closer to your face.

“Don’t test me princess.” He practically growled making some intense eye contact before landing a quick peck on your cheek and wrapping you into a hug. Changkyun took your hand and lead you back to everyone else on stage to continue the event.

#changkyun #im #iamim #monsta #monstax #Monsta X #imagine #fanfic #monbebe #monbebe fic

[poesticbeauty]

Hello Everyone~

I'm L.lawliet the owner of poeticBeauty55. Its been awhile since I’ve posted or shared a story on here and I apologize. Thank you guys for all the support through out the years and I hope to bring new content soon to you guys! I’m going to re-do my account so it’s more easier for you guys to navigate.

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I decided to make a fiverr in order to do paid requests for cheap. Due to just life in general it's been hard to get by so I decided to try to make money while simultaneously doing what I love to do and have an excuse to push me to put more work out. Ofc regular/non-paid requests will still be accepted but paid requests will be posted quicker.

I will also be holding an event as a celebration of opening my account again. For the first 5 people to order from my fiverr will get a half off discount on their request!

I will post the link to my gig/store later after I’m finish reworking my account! See you guys soon

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[hyungwonnuayo]

Thighs.

-pairing Jooheon x reader

feel good/ one shot/ sweet/ no label/ friends w benefits/ no smut/

“Man, your thighs are crazy” minhyuk said as he looks at Jooheon’s well formed thighs.

“Do you focus on your legs more recently?”

He added as he observes Jooheon, sitting down on the sofa of the studio, wearing a sports shorts that shows his toned legs.

“Oh, you noticed it” Jooheon smiles as he feels the results of his work outs.

“I focus more on my legs and back” he added as he looks down to check his thighs

“Does it look good?” Grinning, waiting for Minhyuk’s approval

“Maaaan, it looks bigger” Minhyuk leans in as he tries to poke Jooheon’s thighs,

“that’s impressive… you guys need to stop going to the gym for reaaaal” shaking his head as he turns to Hyungwon to squeeze his shoulders.

“Hahaha i need to strengthen my legs” Jooheon laughs as he taps his legs. “Need to make these babies tougher”

“Excuse me” i said as I peeked at the door

“Oh! What are you doing here ” joo said with a surprised face as he stands up immediately to greet me and exit the door.

“Oh? Is that y/n?” Minhyuk turned to Kihyun , surprised

“She’s already back in korea?” Kihyun asked as he turns his chair to look at Minhyuk.

“Come on let’s greet her”

Minhyu and Kihyun went out of the room just to see Jooheon and me speaking at the hallway.

“Y/n!” Kihyun greeting me with a huge smile.

“You’re back!”

“Yup! Since last month! Sorry I wasn’t able to see you guys when I arrived, i got really busy”

“You’re always busy!” Minhyuk complained as he approaches to hug me.

“Im sorryyy i always tell you we’ll play but my schedule is a pain in the ass sometimes” I apologized as i hugged minhyuk back

“Wow, you look GOOD” minhyuk added ,looking at me from head to toe

“You mean i gained weight ” rolling my eyes to what he said.

“No! Seriously, it suits you, you look, sexier hahahaha”

“Can you say it more sarcastically please?” I complained

“Aaahh, its true, it suits you, western air surely hits different on you huh”

“Anyway” Jooheon interrupted

“Are you going now?”

“Ah yes, i only dropped by to give you the gift your sister requested . i dont want to hold up your work so…”

“You have plans later?”

“Ahhmm, nothing that i think of, no,”

“Come, you can stay” joo said as he reaches out his hand to pull me inside.

Entering the recording room, i see Hyungwon finalizing and editing Kihyun’s recording.

“Oh hello Hyungwon” I greeted him

“Oh! Hello!” He smiled softly as he reach out to give me a high five.

“How’s America” he asked looking at me from his computer chair.

“Ugh, its not bad but..” I stopped mid sentence after realizing that there is no seat available for me.

“Here” Jooheon said as he pulls my waist to sit me on his lap. Cheekily smiling as he position me on him.

“…not bad but, the weather is hell. Its so hot there i swear, i miss our weather here” i said as I continue speaking.

“Im heavy” I turned around to whisper at Jooheon

“Nah, light as a feather”

“I can stand-”

“Just shut up and sit” Joo shushed me as he puts his arms on my hands, squeezing them playfully.

Minyuk smirks as he quietly looks at Jooheon. Observing him as he hugs me while i sat on his lap.

“…soooo, that’s why you focus on your thighs more huh” he mouthed at Jooheon, looking him directly in the eye with a naughty smirk.

Jooheon blushes as he understands what minhyuk means.

“Shut up” mouthing back at minhyuk, his dimples all popped out from grinning, his face flushed and red.

A few moments…‘’

“All set, we’re finished” Hyungwon said as he waves around the clump of papers in his hand.

“You can all go now” thanking everyone as he exits the door.

I start to stand up, only for joo to pull me back.

“What” i said as i look back at him, irritated

“Wait up,”he whispered to me as he looks at the others exiting the door

“Why, what is it” i asked again

“Im hard, i cant stand up”

“What the hell are you saying!” I muttered under my breath as i slap his forearm.

“I got hard, you kept on grinding your thighs on me”

“I DID NOT”

“UGH God I missed your voice, uhh stop talking, you’re making it worst, its getting harder”

I feel my ears getting hot as i feel his hard member, Poking me as i try to adjust myself.

“Stop moving” he whispers as he holds on to my arms firmly, holding me onto my place, preventing me from moving.

“Seriously JOOHEON what the hell are YOU DOING, we need to go, they might think we’re doing something here.”

I said as i tried to stand up, only for him to pull me back once more, his arms gripping me harder than before, slamming me back to his lap..Resting his head on my back, holding onto my arms, he spoked:

“Just a few more minutes”

“I missed you y/n” he grunted as he tightens his arms around me. Putting both of his hands on top of mine.

“You always tell me you’re busy, I haven’t spent much time with you since you arrived ”

He sulks, airing his frustrations out to me.

“Can i come in” a voice appeared, followed by a knock.

“A-ah yes” I stuttered as I immediately stand up, removing Jooheon’s grasp on me.

“Sorry i left my cap here” Kihyun apologize as he shyly grabs his cap. “You can continue now” he adds as he exits the door.

“What the hell” i said blusing

“Im going out, you can stay if you want ill just wait outside” I hurriedly went out of the door as soon as kihyun exits the door.

“Oh you’re still here” Minhyuk said as he walks toward me.

“Ah yep just waiting for joo”

Jooheon came out of the door as soon as he heard Minhyuk’s voice, straighting his clothes, pulling his sweater down to hide his hard member.

“Hyung”

“You guys staying?” Minhyuk asked

“Ah no, we’re also going” gesturing the both of us as he fixes his cap. Calling me to come over with his hands. “Lets go” his hands still waiting for me to reach it.

“Oh I thought you guys already left” Hyungwon came, putting his bag on, fixing his mask.

He puts his arms over minhyuk, leaning on to him.

“Their going on a date” minhyuk teased, whispering to Hyungwon

“Wooow, finally” Hyungwon said as he smiles softly

“You guys need to date for real” minhyuk points at the both of us as he starts walking out of the door, bringing Hyungwon along

“Bye” Hyungwon waved

“Lets go?” Jooheon looks me in the eye as he reaches out to hold my hand. Putting both of our hands inside his sweater pocket.

Feeling his warm touch is so refreshing, not being able to see him for months is frustrating, Suffocating to say the least… His constant teasing, dirty text messages, sexy selfies, work out videos, it makes me want to go and run back to him. Triggering my hunger for him more and more as the days pass by.

We’re not dating, no, we’re more than friends, but less than lovers... occasionally tasting each other, satisfying our hunger, releasing our human desires.

“You want to eat?” He smiles, flashing his dimples at me, “my treat” he added proudly, “anywhere you like babe”

He places his arms around my neck, pulling my head in to whisper something…

“Then we’ll HAVE dessert later, my place or your place?” He whispers in his deep sultry voice as we walk towards his car.

“Ive been starving for months” he muttered under his breath as he looks at me straight in the eye, leaning in on me for a kiss, his warm lips intertwining onto mine as he opens the passenger door

“After you mam.”

“Later, I’ll SHOW YOU just how much i missed you” he smirks as he closes the door.

Hearing those words made my heart race, exciting me as i look forward to later. Just thinking about me tasting him again sends my mind into a mini frenzy. Wearing these thight Jeans really paid off..

Jooheon smiles at me as he starts driving. “I missed you so much”.

—End—

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