#Lee Jooheon x female reader

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day 6: size difference

monsta x 1.2k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Jooheon NSFW

🖤 warnings: nonsense. descriptions of body size/body image, mild and undefined size kink 🖤

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There's no way to describe the look on this guy's face other than...shook.

It doesn't seem like it's a bad reaction, though. You smile at him nervously, as he works through whatever is sending him. He's watching you approach the table with that unmasked surprise, waiting as you weave your way through the crowded cafe.

You'd expected some awkwardness on a blind date. It's fine.

At least he's cute.

Super cute. He's got a lovely strong face, deep dimples that you can see even now when his face is at rest. His tight t-shirt and fitted jacket do nothing to hide his strong chest, and he sits in that confident man-spread, legs apart and a deep slouch.

He straightens up a little as you get closer.

For all of his apparent struggles, he does speak first. "Hey."

"Hi," you answer, slipping your coat off in the warmth of the cafe and settling it on your chair back, mostly for something to do with your hands.

"So, you're Jun's friend," he says.

"Yeah." You tell him your name, just in case, and he nods.

"Jooheon."

"Cool."

You're settled into your chair, thinking mostly about what you're going to go order to drink, but also a little bit about this guy and his continued astonishment.

And finally, he lets you in.

"You're short."

It's not your fault. You laugh. You can't help it.

"I guess I am," you agree. "Kinda."

You think you're pretty average. You certainly have coworkers and friends who are shorter, and smaller. But he's looking at you like he's never met someone smaller than himself.

"It's cute," he clarifies, as if suddenly realizing how he's acting, how a different person might take offense to his bluntness.

"You don't meet short people often?" you ask.

Jooheon smiles, and instantly, you're melting. Those dimples sink even deeper, and his eyesmile threatens to overwhelm his whole face.

"I work with famous people," he says. "Tall, dark, and handsome."

You know what he means, even if it's an off-target line to use about women. Celebrities are so often tall and delicate, a cold and sharp kind of cultivated beauty. Not exactly words to describe you. It makes sense, you guess, that maybe wasn't expecting someone like you. But that's an interesting tidbit, overall.

"Famous people?" you repeat, curious.

"I produce., and write."

"Music?"

"Mm."

So, he's a musician. Jun said he was in entertainment, but this is much more interesting than you'd expected, more low-key. You'd been half-expecting a local newscaster, or, like, a theater director.

"Are you ready to order?" you ask him.

"Yeah, lemme..."

He leans forward, retrieves a slim wallet from his back pocket.

"I can pay for my own," you say, as you stand up again.

You can feel Jooheon following you to the counter, and you're hyperaware of him standing a polite distance behind you as you speak to the cashier. Maybe you're shorter than he'd expected, but he's also taller than he looked sitting. You think he can probably look right over you, can see the cashier clear over your head.

The idea of it sends a little thrill through you.

It's not like you go for tall guys, exclusively, or anything. But Jooheon's immediate fascination with your size has you feeling...something.

You're too stuck in your own head, because as the cashier reads out your total, a hand darts in from the side, supplying a card that the cashier takes without even blinking.

"Aw!" you protest.

"I got it," Jooheon assures you.

Oh.

He's very close, now, leaning right up against you, hand propped on the counter as he waits for his credit card back.

"You are cute," he says.

It's a simple compliment, but the sincerity of it leaves you standing there for several dumb seconds after the purchase is completed, and Jooheon has already walked away.

Maybe that's how you find yourself pressed to the wall of his apartment building lobby.

Not even the apartment itself, but the lobby. Next to the elevator bay, right beside the button panel, waiting for the elevator car to come down and meet you.

Jooheon's pouty lips are feeling you out, straying from your mouth, down your jaw, your throat, and back. He has one knee propped against the wall, between your legs, threatening to hold you off the ground completely.

"You're so strong," you say breathlessly.

You hadn't realized he's quite so strong, or so broad. He's got the kind of solid filled-out look of a guy who works out, but also eats well. Working muscles, rather than aesthetic muscle.

Jooheon just feels so big.

He pulls back to wow you with those dimples again. "Thanks."

"Should we be doing this here?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

It's a valid question, but any complaints about public indecency are answered for themselves when the elevator arrives, and Jooheon sweeps you into it.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

He's holding you gently by the waist, fingers playing up your spine like piano keys. You're kind of lost in him already.

"Yep."

"Cute."

He keeps saying that. He better stop, before you believe it.

You can't remember the last time you kissed someone this much, spent so much time just exploring another person. That's probably why you're so smitten, right now. Pure overwhelm.

His apartment is nice. The lobby was a giveaway, but you can tell by a hazy glance at the interior in the dark that he makes comfortable money. You'd want to take a look around, in other circumstances.

In these circumstances, there's no time.

"I want..."

Jooheon takes an agonizing moment to hang up his jacket, and yours, and he glances at you with mirth in his eyes. He's making you wait on purpose.

"What do you want?"

"Just...I mean..."

"Me?" Jooheon asks.

He lets his expression go wide and curious, childish wonder. He's teasing you, acting cute on purpose.  The effect is ruined - or enhanced, you can't decide - by the sight of his broad chest and big arms, biceps wrapped in the tight cotton of his fitted tee. That face and that body-

"You," you agree.

"Then come get me, cutie."

He walks farther into the apartment, and you follow.

On your back beneath him, both of you bare from the waist up, you can't help but compare. The planes of his muscles, the jut of his ribs, the sheer breadth of your chest he can span with only one hand...

"So fuckin' little."

He mutters it, but it sets you on fire.

"I'm not that little," you say.

Jooheon laughs, dimples out full-force. He leans right down until you're face to face, his body covering yours so completely. "Yeah, you are."

As if to prove it, he draws back, takes you by the hip, and turns you right over onto your knees.

Flustered, you let your forehead rest on the mattress. It's like he can just do whatever he wants. He's so solid, so capable. You can't even see him, now, and he's still looming, demanding all of your attention.

"How much can you take, cutie?" he asks.

He's a big guy, in general, but the question has you tingling.

As well as you can with the constriction of clothing on you lower half, you arch into him. "How much do you have to give?"

"Wanna find out?"

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Anything Goes

Pairing: Lee Jooheon x Reader The Purge AU Genre: Smut Words: 2407 Warnings: dubious consent; sexual content (dom!jooheon, sub!reader, cum eating, edging, nipple play, female receiving oral, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration); strong language

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Screaming. Running. Panting. Silence.

She huddled as close to the wall as she could. Her group had managed to outrun the group of masked people. They had been a smaller group; only about six or seven of them from what she could count before she took off running with the others.

They wore red and had various types of weapons. Some were more unorthodox to what she’d seen so far. Not like she was going to stick around to ask why though.

One of the other women in her group whimpered, having rolled her ankle during the run here. She pulled down her sock, revealing the blue and purple welted skin. It was already the size of a baseball and Y/N wondered if the woman would be able to continue on with such a disadvantage.

She didn’t have any more time to contemplate, however, because suddenly the door they’d barricaded came to a splintering end. Y/N placed a hand over her mouth, trying—hoping—to muffle the erratic sounds of her breaths.

Floor boards protested with loud creaks near them. She could only count two pairs of footsteps. They hadn’t all come at least.

The woman across from her widened her eyes and then pressed further into the nook she squeezed in. The footsteps moved slowly, but the person did nothing to quiet the noise they made. They had no care for sneaking around; they had one goal in mind and that was to kill. Sneaking would only prolong the fun beginning.

But before the steps could finally reach her, suddenly, several steps were heard through the house. Thundering, pounding steps of feet running for their lives. She heard doors beat against wood as they were thrown open in haste to escape. Then a single set of footsteps could be heard following them.

The pair that had been coming towards her location, however, waited. The other woman hissed. She’d hit her ankle against the leg of the table she hid next to. The footsteps drew nearer once again.

Y/N wanted to roll her eyes in exasperation. Careless. The lady was being careless, and now, they’d both pay the price.

It was a mean thought to have, but desperate times allowed for mean thoughts. This was the Purge after all. Anything goes.

Anything goes. She thought to herself as the footsteps were now right outside the room the two women were hunkered in.

When he entered the room, she quickly pulled him further in by the wrist, trapping him against the wall. She moved his plastic mask up his face, blocking his vision, and pressed her lips to his harshly. One of her hands quickly signaled for the other woman to escape before she brought them both to hold the sides of his face.

He hadn’t responded at first, taken off guard and confused. He heard the hobbling footsteps rush from the room, and he knew. But the longer their lips fused together, the less he could find it in him to care. Her lips melded nicely against his, and he even found himself participating.

When Y/N no longer heard footsteps within the building, she began to pull away. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his front and preventing the disconnection. If she wasn’t going to play fair, then neither was he.

Anything goes, after all.

She pulled his lip into her mouth, nibbling gently at the skin before she bit down hard. He pushed her away and brought his hand up to dab at the injury. He threw his mask off the rest of the way. Blood smeared over both their lips and the back of his hand as well.

“What the fuck?” He sneered, glaring down at her as she tumbled backwards to put space between them. Her face was carefully blank; she refused to showcase her fear to him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. His jaw clenched and an eyebrow twitched in annoyance as the silence blanketed over them.

She scoffed, “Like you’re not here to kill me anyway.���

One corner of his split lips quirked upwards at her words, but he chose to ignore her words. The silence creeped back in as they continued to eye one another. When their eyes met, the other would look down at the others’ body again. He licked at his wound. She studied his now mask-free features.

He took a step forward, she took a step towards the door. Suddenly they were both advancing. Y/N booked it for the exit, but Jooheon was faster.

“Gotcha.” He breathed into her ear, and she could hear the amusement without needing to see the smirk plastered on his stupid, bloody, plump lips. “You’ll finish what you started, won’t you, princess?” He was mocking her, yet the name made her belly warm regardless.

He easily carried her up to an empty bedroom, showing off the strength that she’d already known he possessed just from looking at him. She expected to be tossed to the bed or rammed up against the wall—taken by force just like she’d done when she had kissed him without permission.

Instead, he pulled her into a gentler kiss, cupping the back of her neck. He sat on the edge of the bed but kept her straddling him by tightening his grip on her waist. And despite fleeing before, she returned the kiss more fervently than he began it.

Was she not running from him and his comrades only ten minutes ago?

What am I doing? She wondered as she ran her tongue across the cut she had induced moments before.

Was he not chasing down others, instilling fear on those that had never taken him or his friends seriously before?

Irresistible. He thought as her breath smothered his own.

He felt like he was drinking in her essence, and if that was the case, he was surely drunk on her now. He thought that this might be a nice way to go if she were to decide to kill him this way.

Anything goes, right? They both considered.

His hands slid down to the tops of her thighs and she squirmed. Jooheon tightened his grip, digging his fingers into the flesh beneath them.

“Sensitive?” He asked, pressing hot kisses up and down the skin of her neck. She nodded and gasped as he flexed his hands on her thighs again. “That makes two of us.” He husked as she squirmed in his lap again.

Y/N felt the beginnings of his hardening length beneath her; it was beginning to press against her in a way so delicious that she wondered if she wouldn’t mind if he were to kill her this way.

“What happened to the princess who wanted to run from me, huh? Not so scared when your cunt is doing all the thinking, hm?” The truth is that she was still scared, but he wasn’t totally wrong. Her shaking hands of fear had transformed into bodily shivers of pleasure.

He could kill her any moment, but for some reason now it didn’t have the same effect it did before. Now, it added to the tension—to the thrill.

Her hands wandered the length of his back, feeling the rippling muscles underneath the clothing barrier. Then they found their way to his abdomen, pulled his shirt from his pants, and wiggled their way underneath the soft hindrance. Nails scraped against the taut muscles of his stomach, and then up to the hard peaks on the mounds of his pecks.

He groaned and dug teeth into the skin under her ear, which caused her to arch against him with a quiet whine. She flicked her nail against the bud again, before she was suddenly on her back.

He reached his hands behind him and tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. Her own quickly followed, her shorts and bra too. He hovered over her panty clad body with hunger in his eyes as they roamed every inch of skin.

“Please~” She whispered while trailing a finger up the smooth arch of his arm.

“Please what, princess?” But she only bucked her hips at his words. He smirked, eyes alight with amusement, and slid his hand along the length of her leg until the tips of his fingers brushed against the spot she most desired. “So wet… You’re soaking through.” He said, and at first she assumed he was mocking her again, but then she recognized the amazement in his tone.

“Please…” Y/N begged again. He moved the flooded garment aside, slid two fingers in and out of his mouth before promptly pushing them inside her wanting hole. Simultaneously, she clenched around him, moaned, and gripped at the sheets beneath her.

“That’s it, good girl. You’re taking my fingers so well, princess.” He sighed out, curling his fingers up against the spongy inside of her. She whimpered, but as she gained some coherence, she reached out and grasped at the bulge straining against his pants.

His hips ground into her touch, seeking friction, and in reward, he sped up the rate at which his fingers pistoned her. Embolden by his reaction, her other hand grasped his shoulder and then slid down to tease his nipple once more. He shuddered and leaned down to kiss wet marks up her stomach, chest, neck, and then fused their lips together again.

His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring the expanse of it. When he was satisfied, he sucked hers into his mouth. His thumb moved to stimulate her clit, and at the same time, he added a third finger.

It only took seconds before she began to flutter around him. “So– so fucking close.”

And then it was gone. All sensations stopped. His fingers were inside his mouth, sucking the flavor from each appendage. He was no longer invading every sense. Instead, he sat back on his knees, eyeing her panting form.

“W– what?” She opened her eyes, confused, and stared at his smug figure.

“Can’t end the fun so soon.” As he was removing his own clothes. She began to remove her soiled panties, but he caught her wrist. “Leave them.” He commanded as he leaned over her again.

“Condoms?” She questioned as he lined himself up, stroking his leaking cock between her folds.

“I’ll pull out.” Before she could protest, he thrusted his length fully in. It was utterly overwhelming on both sides. He throbbed as her wet heat encompassed every inch of his cock. She trembled from the pain, but it quickly ebbed away to white-hot pleasure. “Can I move?” He asked, rather considerate for the situation. She nodded nonetheless.

He pulled back out slowly, and they both watched as the length was steadily uncovered. He circled the tip against her clit and then slammed back to the hilt. Moans filled the silence. He repeated the action once more before settling into a steady thrust.

She wrapped her arms around him, scratching at the skin of his back. The new position not only allowed him to hit deeper, but he was also able to lap at her perky, neglected buds.

The fabric of her underwear rubbed against his cock with each stroke. She felt his length swell inside her. But after having an orgasm ripped from her, she was nowhere near close yet.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she flipped him over, never allowing him to slip out. She settled on top, staring down at his rather shocked, but pleased, form and placed her hands on his chest for leverage.

She bounced rapidly, his tip hitting the spot she needed most with every drop. Her head fell back in pleasure, and his hands came up to her hips to steady her. His fingers dug into the meaty flesh of her ass. One hand rubbed circles on the mound, while the other aided to add a rockin sensation. The new friction to her clit and his throbbing cock pulled her closer, but it was a harsh slap on the fullest point of her ass that pushed her just to the edge.

He felt her clench, squeezing every inch of him, and he smacked his palm against the reddening cheek again. She stuttered and slipped forward slightly. In an effort to catch herself, her nails caught his sensitive pebbles.

He pulled her off him as fast as humanly possible as hot ropes of cum shot onto his abs, his cock twitching at the cold air. She watched in hunger and frustration as another orgasm was denied from her, but he got his.

She leaned down and licked up every drop of cum from his skin. He watched in fascination and lust. Once done, she swung a leg over the side of his face and promptly sat on his face.

“You make me come, or you suffocate. Understand?” She huffed, but he made no retort.

His only response was to begin eating her out like a man starved. His lips encompassed her button, sucking and biting gently. His tongue prodded the dripping hole, drawing circles and lapping up every drop like she had done to his own release.

It didn’t take long before her climax was upon her once again. She locked her knees on either side of his head, determined to finally cum. He made no moves to ruin this orgasm; instead, he hastened his speed until she finally spilled the nectar he craved.

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They got dressed relatively quickly. Today was not the day to loiter around, and they were lucky as it was that they’d not been disturbed yet.

“My friend is waiting outside for me.” He stated, fiddling with the string of his mask that had snapped when he ripped it off earlier. “Would you like to come with us? We could protect you.” He offered, surprising Y/N.

“Why?”

“I’d like to see that you make it to the end of today.” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Normally I take the girl on a date before I fuck her.” He said, quickly followed by a grimace at how horrible that sounded. She huffed, but it sounded rather humored than annoyed.

“Normally,  I at least know the name of a guy before I go on a date or fuck him.” She retorted.

“It’s Jooheon.”

“Y/N.” She offered in return, taking his mask and tying the two strings together before fixing it over his face.

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No Regrets

Hello, everyone. I'm here to bring you Part 2 to my 'Regrets' fic I wrote a few years back. This was requested by @bethyjoohoney. If you haven't read 'Regrets' yet, you can read it here to better understand this new part.

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Characters: Jooheon x Female Reader

Genre: Fantasy, vampire!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 8.2K

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⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of blood/bleeding, mentions of a wound (not very descriptive), mention of a knife used as a weapon, orange-haired Jooheon (whew), biting, cursing (very mild), smut

Synopsis: When I can’t let our last goodbye be for forever. 

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I tried. I honestly did try. 

For six years, I did my best to move on. I did my best to go about my life as if Jooheon didn’t exist. And for the most part, it had gone well. I finished my schooling and became a nurse. I even began working at a hospital not too far from my home. 

But all that time, I felt empty. Like something was missing. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out what it was, though.

Once I had enough money saved up, I had a house built on an acre of land with the forest I used to hang out in when I was younger lining my backyard. Once the construction was complete, I found myself where I had last seen Jooheon six years before. I wasn’t even sure what my intentions were, honestly. I only knew that I had to see him again. I missed him so much.

We had been best friends for so long. He had been the one person I went to when I needed advice. When I needed to vent or needed comfort, it was Jooheon that I had turned to back then. Of course, I had other friends since then, but no one I was close to the way I had been with him.

So on a particularly tough day, despite what I had said so many years ago, I returned to our favorite wooded spot, laying out a blanket. A basket of snacks and wine sat beside me, ready to be consumed. I needed to hear his voice, to bask in the comfort of his presence. 

It had not been too long after that he had appeared. The relief that had flooded me had been indescribable. The only way I can word it is by comparing it to feeling as if my soul was now complete. It had brought tears to my eyes, the emotions just too much to contain any longer, and Jooheon had held me for a while as I wept quietly into his chest. 

It had felt like a cleansing, a purging of all the feelings, sentiments, burdens, and worries I had bottled up inside me for far too long. In the end, all I could say was that I was sorry. Sorry for leaving him again. Sorry for not being there for him. In true Jooheon fashion, he had told me I had no reason to apologize and that he was there for me whenever I needed him.

Since then, I come to our favorite place in the woods every two weeks, and we sit and talk, eat and drink together. And to me, it’s like recharging my life force, and I can’t help but wonder how I ever lived without him in my life. We have grown closer these last few months, and I was looking forward to seeing him again tonight.

A twig snaps not too far from where I sit, and I look up to see Jooheon shuffling slowly towards me. The sun had since gone down, and I had already lit several tiki torches to keep mosquitos at bay. The orange glow of the crackling fire from the fire pit Jooheon had dug long ago when we were much younger provides warmth and extra illumination to the area. 

“Hey!” I call out brightly, thrilled to see him.

I rise from my spot on the blanket and meet him halfway.

“Y/N,” he murmurs through gritted teeth.

Now that he is right in front of me, I can see the sweat dotting his forehead, the pallor of his skin. His hands are clutching his side, and his shoulders are hunched over in what can only be interpreted as pain.

“Jesus, Jooheon,” I gasp as I look him over. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Bar fight,” he tries to smirk but grimaces instead.

“Bar fight?” I return incredulously.

He inhales deeply, his eyes boring into mine. “I-...shit. I need your help.”

“Well, damn, I would say you do!” I tsk sarcastically, cocking a brow at him. “I don’t have anything here that could help you, though, so we’ll have to go to my place.”

“Thanks,” he offers a small appreciative smile. “But, actua-“

“Nope,” I cut off his protest. “I will not take no for an answer. Let me just get this fire out….” I trail off as I head straight for the pit and scoop dirt onto the flames with a miniature shovel. I load everything I had laid out back into the wagon I haul with me every time I come. Grabbing my flashlight, I extinguish the tiki torches, and then I’m ready to go. “Come on.”

It’s slow going, but we make our way up the path I had created with my comings and goings since I moved in. It was usually no more than a ten-minute walk for me, but it took us double the time with his injury. We finally reach my front door, and after unlocking it, I bring in the wagon and hold the door open for Jooheon. He remains outside a sheepish look on his face. My face crinkles in confusion.

“I can’t come in,” he clarifies with a wince, “without you verbally inviting me in.”

“Oh.” My mouth hangs slightly open in surprise.”I-“

“Just make sure it’s what you really want. You can’t take it back,” he warns.

All this time that we had been rekindling our friendship, we had stayed out in the woods. The idea of him coming over or me going to his place had never come up. So was it on purpose, both of us fearing diving deeper into each other’s lives, fearing getting “too” close?

These past months had reminded me of the time when we were younger, before the kiss, before his change. For a few hours, I could pretend we were still those naive kids we had been once upon a time. Never had Jooheon made me feel afraid. If anything, I trusted him more now than I ever had. His having the ability to enter my home did not worry me. 

“I have no doubts,” I state firmly. “Lee Jooheon, I invite you into my home. Please come in before you bleed out on my front stoop.”

He nods, and there is a tenderness in his gaze as he smiles weakly, my heart lurching at the emotion. He steps in, and I lock up behind him. I turn on the hall light, and Jooheon’s eyes roam around the foyer as he follows me through to the living room.

“You have a beautiful home.”

“Thanks,” I smile. “Let’s get you down into my basement.”

Jooheon pouts, staring at me with wariness, even as a playful glint twinkles in his eyes. 

“You’re not trying to finish the job, are you? I can barely defend myself right now, ya know?”

I scoff, “How can you joke at a time like this?! But, no, I’m not taking you down there to kill you. There’s a spare room, bathroom, and kitchen down there. It’s where my parents stay when they come to visit.”

“I see,” he chuckles, then groans before allowing me to guide him to a door. 

“Let me get some supplies….” I wander off to my supply closet, one section dedicated to miscellaneous medical supplies. Grabbing a reusable tote, I drop in two leakproof 18x24 bed pads, a sponge, stainless steel bowl, a safety kit, two white towels, a few water bottles, and pain killers. Once I’m sure I have all I need, I rush back to a swaying Jooheon. “Ok. Come on. We need to get you in a bed.”

I help him take the stairs down. Once at the bottom, the room opens up into a small apartment-like area. To the right were a small living room and kitchen. In the middle, there was a dining table for four, and to the left, a door that led into a primary bedroom with a full bathroom. 

I steer him to the bedroom and quickly place one of the pads on the bed to protect it from the mess coming from Jooheon’s wound.

“Let’s get this blazer off of you.”

I help him remove the garment as gingerly as possible before allowing him to sit. I drop the blazer in the shower to tend to later. By now, Jooheon’s skin is so pale that I feel pretty alarmed.

“Do-don’t look so worried,” he chatters.

“If you could see yourself,” I whisper. Then, shaking my head to clear away the emotions, I place a firm expression on my face and point to his lower torso. “Let me take a look.”

Jooheon lifts the shirt to reveal the gash on his side. I don’t react physically, having seen my fair share of open wounds, but internally I’m astonished he could still walk around with an injury like this. The fact that he is a supernatural being must be the only reason he has not passed out or even died yet.

“Not so bad, right?” he tries to smile even as sweat trickles down the side of his face.

“Well…”

I analyze the area. It would definitely need stitches, and he had undoubtedly lost so much blood.

Blood!

My eyes jolt up to his, and I watch his own widen, trying to gauge what I’m thinking.

“Drink from me,” I hear myself say before fully processing my thoughts.

Jooheon shakes his head.

“I couldn’t,” he declines vehemently. “I don’t want to use you like that. You’re my friend, my best friend, not some human blood bag.”

“It’s not using if I’m offering,” I point out. “Won’t you heal faster? I probably won’t even have to stitch this up. You’d be saving me the time and supplies.” Jooheon bites down on his lower lip, his mind racing with ways to argue with my logic. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

His shoulders sag in defeat. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible,” he vows.

“I know. I trust you.”

His eyes sheen over, and he blinks several times to push away the moisture there.

“Ok,” he croaks.

Though I made the offer, I’m suddenly nervous, primarily because of the unknown. What would it feel like? Will it be painful? Awkward? Would it change things between us?

“So, does it have to be the neck or…” I trail off, unsure of how to go about it.

“Uh, no. No,” Jooheon shudders. “Not the neck. Let’s just go for the wrist for your first time.”

My first time.

The wording makes me feel like a virgin all over again. The uncertainty of the moment. The hushed voices. The trying to make the experience as comfortable and pain-free as possible.

Then there was that underlying insinuation that this may not be a one-time thing, either.

“Yeah, ok,” I finally answer, offering up my left arm, wrist up.

I watch his Adam's apple bob in his throat before his hand cups the back of my forearm, and he draws me up a hair's breadth from his lips.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes insisting I think this question through profoundly. I nod, not trusting my voice to remain steady. “You tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

I nod again, and then it’s happening. I gasp as his teeth sink gently into my skin, his eyes closing at the contact. The pain is sharp, expected, yet unexpected. I feel my heart quicken, the blood rushing through my body at such a high speed that the sound is audibly loud in my ears. I hold my breath, wanting to push past the pain because I know he needs this. He needs my blood to recuperate. The discomfort slowly dissipates as his mouth latches onto the sensitive skin of my wrist, and I can feel the anxious nervousness slowly transforming into another sensation altogether, and I’m able to breathe again.

As I watch, transfixed by the way the plump flesh of his lips moves so expertly over the sensitive area, I’m caught off guard by the realization that what I’m feeling now is arousal. Though I knew he was feeding to help mend himself, there was something just so intimate about the act. I was giving myself to him freely, trusting him fully to have the self-control to stop before taking too much. And seeing him vulnerable, yet feeling safe enough with me to want to even show this side of him, only enhances my feelings towards him. 

It’s such a beautiful knowledge to have between two people: complete and total trust. I find myself falling even more in love with him as this sinks in. And I am in love with him. I have been for some time now. I’m not even sure I had ever stopped loving him, and my head buzzes with the need to touch him, to show him physically just how much I love him, no matter that so much time had passed. I wanted to have his lips move to my neck instead so I could hold him to me and feel his body flush against mine. Two becoming one in the complete sense.

Jooheon inhales sharply through his nose, and his eyes flash open, honing in on my dazed expression. He could sense it, my desire for him. It is obvious he knows. There is no way to hide from him that I am not just excited by what he is doing. But it’s him that is turning me on. I can see it in how his own eyes grow dark, his pupils dilating.

But he makes no attempt to escalate the drinking to anything more, and I don’t push either. Instead, Jooheon places his palm on my free hand, a thumb rubbing soothingly over my knuckles. My eyes remain on his, and soon I feel myself completely relax. All wanton thoughts slip from my mind. I watch as the whites of his eyes become stained with pink the more he drinks, thin maroon-colored capillary-like lines veining out beneath the skin around his eyes.

Jooheon’s lids fall shut, breaking the stare-down we were having. I let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to catch my bearings. The tranquil sensation that had washed over me overrode anything I had been feeling before, and almost instantly, the need to be with him carnally was pushed away. I find this quite strange but begin to feel a little woozy. Not quite dizzy, but a bit lightheaded. Whatever I had been thinking before completely slips my mind. As if sensing the discomfort, Jooheon rasps his tongue over the puncture wounds he’d made, and then he slowly falls back into the pillows. I glance down briefly to where we had been connected, and, aside from a slight pink tint over my wrist, there is no evidence of what had just happened.

“Jooheon?” I call quietly. “Are you ok?”

His cheeks are slightly rosy, the pallor his face had previously held now replaced by a healthier tone. Even the tiny veins that had extended from the skin around his eyes were fading. The rhythmic breathing has me wondering if perhaps he fell asleep. I can only imagine a wound like that would drain the energy from anyone. He would certainly need to rest while his body healed.

 “I’m good,” he finally answers. “Just…tired.”

“Get some sleep then,” I encourage. “You’re safe down here. There are no windows, so feel free to stay as long as you need.”

Jooheon nods, his eyes still closed. 

“Thanks,” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering open as he offers an appreciative smile.

“What are friends for?” I smile back, feeling my cheeks warm when his look of thankfulness turns tender. It tugs at my heart and makes me pine for what could have been. What should have been had I not gotten in my own way. “Well,” I clear my throat. “Let’s get a look at your wound now, yes?”

He allows me to roll up his shirt. My brows pinch in concentration as I look this way and that and see that it’s already starting to close.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles softly, wincing when his abs contract and tug at his wound. “Your blood will continue to heal me. In a few hours, it will be like nothing happened.”

I can only nod, still amazed at the capabilities of this being he has become.

“I should at least clean it up and wash your clothes. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything here for you to change into, so….”

“Yeah. Ok.”

I help Jooheon sit up and feel myself slip deeper into nurse mode as I help him pull his bright yellow shirt over his head, most of the bottom left side completely saturated with a deep orange-red. I’d have to soak this right away if there was any hope of preventing the clothing from staining.

“Off with the pants and underwear, too,” I instruct.

Jooheon’s eyes widen in mock horror as he clutches at his chest, “Shouldn’t you wine and dine me first before skipping to this part?”

“You really are quite the joker when you’re hurt, aren’t you?” I swat at his bare arm. “Let’s get to it before the blood sets into your fancy clothes, and they are no longer salvageable.”

“Alright. OK,” he sighs.

Lying back down, I wait for him to unbutton and unzip his pants. I place one of the towels I had put in the tote over his pelvis, offering him some privacy.

“I’m going to do most of the work,” I inform him. “Just hang onto the towel to keep it over your area there.”

“Got it.”

My hands slip under the towel, blindly searching for the hem of his slacks. My fingers brush against the skin of his lower abdomen, and I feel the muscle there ripple as he inhales sharply. Though just a hushed intake, the sound is amplified in the quiet of the room. I run the pads of my fingers along the edge of the material until I reach his hip bone. By then I notice he has not breathed out.

I look up and catch a pained expression on his face. His brows are drawn sharply down, his lips pressed so harshly together they have almost disappeared.

“I’m so sorry. Am I hurting you?” I fret.

“No, no,” he grits out, beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face to disappear into his hairline. “Just…just hurry…please.”

Nodding, I dip my fingers into the space between his hip bones and underwear. I shimmy the clothing down as he barely lifts his bottom from the padding on the bed. His body begins to tremble as I do my best to quickly take both his underwear and pants down at the same time. As soon as I make it to his thighs, he collapses, still shaking, back onto the bed. I quickly take off his brown loafers and socks, finally removing his pants and underwear.

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be right here,” he offers a strained grin.

I scoff as I take everything to the bathroom and run the cold water in the shower. I wet the clothes and try and wash out as much blood as I can. There is a small basket for dirty clothes my mom had left behind, and I grab that and fill it with water. While that fills up, I dash upstairs to grab my stain removing detergent and bring it down. After applying it to all the areas that had been affected, I drop them into the cold water and plop the bottle of detergent on top to keep them submerged. Then I fill the steel bowl I’d brought with the supplies with warm water and set it on the bedside table. Dipping the sponge into it, I squeeze out the excess water before kneeling on the floor beside Jooheon’s still form. 

“I’m going to clean you up now,” I announce quietly, in case he’s asleep now for real. He simply nods, his eyes remaining closed. I focus on cleaning the area around the gash and then move on to his hands. Three bowls later, he’s all cleaned up, and the wound has closed even more. “Jooheon?”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering open.

“Do you think you have enough energy to move one last time? I want to replace the soiled bed pad with a clean one.”

“Any excuse to see my ass,” he murmurs playfully as he allows me to help him up. “If you wanted to see it so bad, you just had to ask.”

I roll my eyes even as I let out an amused chortle. Not that I’m trying to focus too much on it, but the man does have quite an attractive-looking ass. Concentrating back on my task, I remove the old pad and layout the clean one. I cover his wound with gauze to keep my comforter safe from staining. 

“I don’t know if these will do anything for you, but here are some painkillers and a water bottle.”

Jooheon accepts them both, downing the medicine and half the water within a few seconds. I help him lie down one more time and then tuck the comforter under his chin.

“Thank you,” his susurrous voice is filled with genuine appreciation.

“You’re welcome,” I smile down at him as I brush back his blood-orange locks. The color suited him so well. Then, using a clean damp cloth, I dab at his forehead, temples, and cheeks, wiping off the sweat that clung there as I tell him, “I’m going to head upstairs and wash your clothes. I put your cell phone on the bedside table. Call me if you need anything.”

“If you don’t mind,” he asks a bit shyly as he meets my gaze. “When you’re done, will you come back down and sleep with me…like we used to?”

A lump forms in my throat as memories of us innocently napping in the same bed, feeling safe in each other's company, flood my mind. How I missed those times.

“But you’re naked,” I point out, swallowing past the lump in my throat. 

He smiles, the hint of a fang gleaming in the bedroom light. A shiver tickles down my spine.

“I’ll be good. I promise,” he winks.

“Yeah, ok. Sure,” I nod, trying to keep my voice steady. “Well, get some sleep. I’m going to leave my small salt lamp on.”

“Ok.”

Unable to help myself, I bend over and drop a kiss on the top of his head.

“Good night.”

“Night,” Jooheon sighs blissfully as he shuts his eyes. 

I waste no time grabbing everything, turning off the room light on my way out, and then head upstairs.

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It was almost two in the morning when I finally was able to return downstairs. It had taken two attempts to get all of the stains out, but I had finally been successful, and the clothes were now gently drying. I had long since changed out of my own clothes, having had to also add them to the wash. I hadn’t realized I had stained my shirt as well. I’d slipped into my most comfortable pajamas; a short-sleeved black top with the word DREAM in glittering white letters across my chest and a pair of shorts covered in stars and planets. Pure comfort.

I am so ready for some sleep now. It’s not until I crawl under the covers and scooch in closer to Jooheon that I remember he is completely naked. He stirs before I can retreat to the opposite side of the bed, his arms extending towards me and tugging me up against his side. He hugs me gently, my head cradled on his chest. I tentatively settle my hand on the spot just over his heart, and I let my leg drape over one of his thighs, just as we used to do. Once I realize I am nowhere near accidentally touching his exposed phallus, I’m able to relax, letting the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm lull me to sleep.

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By the time I hear the door open from across the room, I’ve already pressed his suit and shirt, left them hanging in the room, and am almost done with breakfast. 

“Good morning,” Jooheon beams, looking refreshed after his long sleep.

With the royal blue dress pants and the blazer hanging open over the electric yellow shirt beneath, I find my throat going dry. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Laughing shyly as I place the bacon at the center of the table, I clarify, “It’s actually afternoon. Hungry?” A playful grin dances on his lips, his fangs peeking through, and he quirks one eyebrow up as his gaze drifts down to the spread on the table. The sight of his fangs reminds me of what I had allowed him to do to me last night, and I grow nervous. Even though he’s staring at the breakfast I laid out, I find myself stumbling over my thoughts. “F-for food,” I stutter. “I mean, are you hungry for food? Unless…unless you need more…uhm..bl-blood?”

“No, no,” Jooheon assures. A puff of air wafts my hair back and I gasp. In a blink of an eye Jooheon is now right in front of me. My eyes widen in surprise as I had not been expecting him to appear so suddenly. “Hey, are you ok?”

“Me?” I shrug. “Of course,” I say, even as I laugh nervously.

His playful demeanor instantly changes, his eyes wandering over my face in concern. “It’s ok if you’re not. I know having a vampire for a friend can be a bit…weird.” I bite down on my lower lip, my thumb rubbing subconsciously at my wrist. Jooheon’s eyes flick down, catching the gesture, his brows crinkling with guilt. “Hey. You’re ok.” He rubs my arms soothingly. “You want to talk about it? You know you can be honest with me. ”

I nod, swallowing hard. “I was a little scared yesterday, but I would do anything to help you, so that’s why I offered my blood to you. Then I got a little…confused? Maybe? My feelings were all jumbled and like,” my hands flutter around, “I don’t know. They were just a lot, and then…there was a moment when my nervousness and all those “sensations” kinda just left me. I suddenly felt…at ease, and I was ok.” Jooheon glances away, ashamed. “Did you do some vampire magic spell on me or something?”

His eyes close briefly, “I did. I mean, it wasn’t magic. I just…” He pauses as he lets out a sigh, his gaze returning to me. “Your heart rate was so erratic, and I could feel.. you were so…” Jooheon takes a breath as he gathers his thoughts. Then, starting again, he clarifies, “I could tell you were struggling a little with what we were doing. I just wanted to take away some of the stress, so I persuaded your mind to think you were comfortable with everything. Minhyuk calls it compulsion.”

I nod. “Yeah. Yeah. I get it. And thank you really, but,” I take his hand in mine when he presses his lips together, clearly remorseful. “Don’t ever do that again without asking permission first, ok?”

“Definitely,” he doesn’t hesitate to affirm. “I’m sorry. Really. I only wanted to protect you.”

The earnestness on his face is endearing, and I draw him in for a hug. 

Clearing my throat, I pull back to look him over. “Now that that’s settled, are you good? Are you sure you don’t need any more blood to help you finish healing?”

His eyes lock with mine as if trying to make sure I was really ok with all this.

“Yeah,” he nods, offering a dimpled smile. “I’m good here. I promise.”

“Let me see. You know the nurse in me needs to see for myself,” I purse my lips, and he laughs even as he untucks his shirt and lifts it. Removing the tape and gauze, I examine the area. The laceration was gone. If it weren’t for a slight rosiness to the site, one would never know anything had been there at all. “Good as new,” I smile as I step back to throw away the medical supplies. 

Washing my hands, I return to the table, gesturing for Jooheon to sit. He does so, and we both fill our plates with food.

“Yummy,” he grins as he digs in without hesitation.

I can’t help but smile, pleased to see him eating what I made for him.

“So, wanna tell me what happened yesterday? Like how exactly you got hurt.”

Jooheon’s chewing slows, and he wipes his mouth as he swallows, then takes a sip of coffee.

“It’s not what you think,” he starts, and I cock a brow at him. “Minhyuk and I went to a bar looking for someone to…feed on. I wanted to do it before I came to see you.” He clears his throat and continues when I don’t seem affected negatively by his words. “Anyway, Minhyuk found someone and left. I wasn’t in a hurry and was just enjoying the music when I saw this guy getting too handsy with this woman. It was obvious she wasn’t into him. When he got a little too forceful, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.”

“So you were protecting her?” I probe.

“Of course,” he shrugs. “I went up and pulled the guy from her and told him to leave. I should have known better when he left without a word. After a while, I left by myself, not really in the mood to feed anymore, and wham! Out of the blue, five guys show up once I pass an alley and catch me off guard. I was able to compel two of them to leave right away. I was fighting one when another pulled out a knife, cut me, and ran before I could stop him. While the others were in shock from what their friend did, I compelled them to forget what happened, and then I caught up to the one who hurt me-”

“You didn’t kill him, right?” I ask, cutting him off.

“You really think I could?” he returns, and it’s hard to pretend I don’t hear the hurt in his tone. “I’m still me, Y/N. I haven’t changed.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” I say regretfully. “You’ve never done anything to make me feel unsafe around you.”

“And I never will,” he affirms earnestly. “And no. I didn’t kill him. I compelled him and made my way to you.”

I can only nod, continuing to finish the remainder of my breakfast. Jooheon’s phone vibrates in the quietness, and he takes it out, speedily sending a reply to whoever had texted him.

“Everything ok?”

Jooheon looks up with a dimpled smile. “Yes. It’s just Minhyuk checking on me since I didn’t come home.”

“Ah. It’s good you have someone to count on and make sure you’re ok.” 

I look down at my plate, hating the jealousy I feel in the pit of my stomach. I remember when I was that person for him. The one person who looked after him checked in on him and ensured he was ok. I had lost that right when I left him in the woods after he kissed me that fateful day. Of course, I couldn’t be upset over him finding someone to fill that spot, especially when he had died and come back as something else. 

I can’t help but feel those same feelings trying to resurface. Those feelings that had caused me to run away from him back then because I was too afraid of things changing between us. 

I can’t let this be the same story seven or so years later!

But that was my dilemma if last night had anything to say about it. I do want to take the next step with him. I don’t want to just be friends. But I’m also so afraid of what that really means.

Maybe I shouldn’t say anything and just keep things as is a while longer…

“What are you thinking about?”

I gasp as I look over and see that Jooheon is no longer in his seat but kneeling beside me now.

“Sheesh!” I laugh. “I will never get used to that.”

“Perks of being a vampire,” he shrugs with a laugh of his own. “But seriously, your mood changed. I don’t have to be a vampire to sense that. Did I say something wrong?”

“Uhm…”

I can feel myself panicking; the weight of my confession is a heavy one. I want to be with Jooheon, but I’m still afraid of turning. So instead of replying, I stand, my chair scraping the floor loudly. I grab some of our plates and head to the kitchen.

“Y/N,” Jooheon pleads, urging me to turn to him after I���ve placed the plates in the sink.

I look up into his face to see his brows drawn down in a mixture of confusion and pensiveness. His eyes roam over my face as if looking for any clue as to what I was thinking exactly.

“Shit,” I sigh, knowing I cannot and will not run away this time. “Ok. So last night, when when I took care of you…It made me realize something.”

“Ok.” he urges quietly.

I take in a deep breath, speaking as I let the air out. 

“I want to be with you.” 

I hold my breath again, waiting for him to say something,

“You sure?” he questions, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as if biting back hope.

 “I know. I know,” I ramble on. “It’s a lot to take in after all this time. I’ve not always been so clear with my feelings. And I know it sounds so sudden, but it’s not something I’m saying on a whim. I do want us to be together, and honestly, I’m also pretty scared.”

“Look,” he smiles reassuringly at me. “I have your whole lifetime to wait. You don’t have to make a decision today. I meant what I told you back then. You have my heart, and I will always be waiting for you.” Then, stepping in closer, he adds, “I leave it in your hands.”

“My whole lifetime, huh?” I ponder. “When you say it like that….” 

Jooheon’s lips turn up slightly into a delighted and optimistic smile. “Yes?”

“I want you to know, these years without you,” I breathe. “I felt so empty. It took me some time, but I realized it was because you weren’t in my life anymore. I missed you. Once we reconnected, it wasn’t too long after I decided. I want you in my life and not just as a friend. I was just afraid to say anything because I wasn’t too sure if you still felt the same, and I didn’t want to mess things up…again.”

Jooheon’s eyebrows shoot up as he takes in my words.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he grins. “My feelings for you have definitely not changed. But, I just want to be one hundred percent certain here.” It’s as if he genuinely can’t believe what he’s hearing. “What are we agreeing to exactly?”

Cupping his cheek, I smile affectionately, “Let’s give me a little more time to decide if I want to be turned. For now, let’s just be together.”

His own hand snakes behind my neck, his thumb caressing the pulse point on the side of my neck. 

“I would love nothing more.”

He’s leaning down before I know what’s happening, capturing my lips with his. Inhaling sharply, I succumb to the kiss. It feels like so much more than I had expected it to. After years of life getting in our way, we were finally on the same page, and it felt incredible to be wrapped in the warmth of his arms. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt of this very exact moment many times before.  All I can focus on is the thrill his kisses are evoking. His lips trail down my neck, and I shiver, taking the moment to speak.

“Should we…go to the couch or maybe the room?” I manage.

As a reply, Jooheon scoops me up into his arms, bridal style, and in one swift motion, I find myself straddling his lap as he falls into the couch with me atop him. I can’t help but gasp as we actually bounce on the couch cushions with the momentum.

“Couch sounds good,” he agrees, his voice low. “Much closer.”

For a moment, all I can do is stare down at him, captivated by his darkened, half-lidded eyes. Jooheon remains still under my gaze, allowing me to make the next move, and my heart swells. He is so perfect like this, with his lips slightly turned up at the ends, the dimples just visible on his cheeks. I had found him to be so cute in life, but as a vampire, he is devastatingly hot. I could stay like this forever, just looking at his face. 

My hand reaches up, my fingertips skimming lightly across his forehead until my palm cradles his cheek. He remains unmoving aside from his tongue coming out to slide across his bottom lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

My thumb glides along his bottom lip, following the same path his tongue had just taken. 

His own thumbs rub comforting circles at my hips as he questions, “For what?”

“For taking so long to tell you how I really feel,” I lament, casting my eyes to the side, unable to look at him. “I wasted so much time over my foolish fears.”

“Hey,” Jooheon calls quietly, waiting until I meet his eyes before continuing. “We can’t change the past, so no more dwelling in it. We are here now, ok?”

I nod. How did I get so lucky? Anyone else would have just moved on. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his.

“I love you so much, Joohoney,” I breathe against his mouth.

Jooheon sighs contentedly, his hands squeezing gently at my waist, a huge grin decorating his lips. Though we’ve said these words to each other in the past, it feels like I am saying them for the first time.

“I love you, too,” he purrs back, his eyes glittering with adoration.

With a happy upturn of my lips, I swoop down to capture his lips with mine. I lick my way into his mouth, the kiss deepening quickly as I scooch closer to him. Jooheon’s arms wrap around my lower back, drawing me tighter against him. He’s so warm, our bodies melting into each other as the kiss grows more steamy and passionate. Against my chest, I can feel his heart thrumming furiously, and it makes me smile that I am the cause of his elevated heart rate.

Pulling my lips away from his, I kiss my way down to his neck, and Jooheon’s breath becomes trapped in his throat. His skin is so soft, and he smells so good my mind feels muddled and intoxicated by his scent. 

Placing an open-mouthed kiss just over his pulse point, I murmur, “I can't believe I waited so long for this.”

Jooheon’s breath escapes in a slight noise of agreement, but then he inhales sharply, his cock twitching beneath me as I wrap my mouth over his jugular and suck roughly at the throbbing vein. The sound of his ragged breathing triggers my hips to roll into him. A moan tugs from my throat, and Jooheon’s head falls back.

“Shit, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” he whines.

Jooheon’s voice is gravelly with need. His hands return to my waist, encouraging my hips to continue their movements. I feel the stickiness of my want clinging to my panties as I press my clothed clit over his thickening dick. The friction feels so good, and goosebumps spring up across my skin as Jooheon’s eyes flit over my face. It’s as if just the mere sight of me getting worked up is all he needs.

His eyes drift down to watch my fingers lift up the hem of my shirt. I don’t waste time pulling it over my head and tossing it over my shoulder. Jooheon’s eyes widen briefly to find my breast bared before him. His hands are instantly cupping them, his thumbs stroking across my nipples, quickly bringing them to hardened peaks. My hips continue to rock above him, my hands resting on his shoulders as I work myself towards the edge I so fervently want to jump off of.

Jooheon is undeniably hard beneath me. I swallow thickly, trying to clear the haze in order to think coherently. I feel selfish, having only thought of my own needs thus far, and that dampens the pleasure that had been building. Stopping my movements, I scoot back on his thighs and quickly unbutton his pants. Bringing down the zipper, I pull out his thickened length. Jooheon and I look down at his pink cock, the tip already weeping pre-cum. I swipe my thumb over the tip, collecting the viscous liquid, and then pop my thumb in my mouth. Jooheon shutters and shifts us on the couch.

“Jooheon!” I half complain. 

I had wanted to feel him in my hand, but Jooheon was being a bit impatient.

“You’re killing me,” he murmurs as he hovers over me.

“You’re already dead,” I point out with a cock of an eyebrow.

“You little….”

Jooheon pouts and doesn’t finish his words. Instead, he chooses to stand to pull off his clothing. I watch him, admiring his physique. Beneath, he is lean but toned, the flesh appearing like marble in its pallidity. Once completely naked, he helps me out of my pajama bottoms and my underwear that is soaked with arousal. Now that we are entirely free of any barriers, Jooheon returns to the couch, his body draping over mine.

The weight of him feels so good as our bodies melt skin to skin into each other. Jooheon brings his lips to mine, the languid kisses he coaxes from me thrilling my body more than the passionate kisses had. His hand slides down my arm, skimming down my waist until he reaches my hips. His hand squeezes at the flesh there, and my mind buzzes with all the sensations. 

“I want you, Jooheon,” I whine, undulating my hips beneath him.

Jooheon’s fingers find my center and slip through the folds to find my throbbing clit. His middle finger swirls around the sensitive nub, and I’m clutching at the couch cushions as coils of pleasure tighten, threatening to spring free at any moment. The onslaught stops, only for him to dip a finger inside me. I gasp, my legs widening to allow him easier access.

“You’re so wet,” Jooheon coos against me ear, and I shiver.

He inserts another digit, and I find it challenging to keep my eyes open. My back arches as he nudges at my sweet spot, and I moan out his name. His fingers pump inside me, and my heartbeat sounds so loud in my ears. I feel as if I will pop at any moment. Then, as if knowing I am so close, Jooheon pulls his fingers out. I am about to protest, but when I look down and see him grab his own length, I swallow hard, unable to look away. He uses my juices that coat his fingers to slicken himself. 

“Damn, that’s hot,” I marvel hungrily.

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Yeah,” I nod enthusiastically.

Jooheon can’t help but grin as he kisses me deeply. Then, pulling away, he kneels between my legs. I am spread so wide for him. He wastes no time in bringing the head of his cock to my opening. He slides in slowly, and we both groan as he bottoms out. From this position, he feels thick inside me, and it feels so good. I can feel him trembling, and I reach out to touch his abdomen to help him relax, but the gesture only draws him in further, and we are both cursing.

Jooheon, unable to stop himself any longer, draws back and drives himself forward deep inside me. My back arches at the titillating feelings erupting from my core. His hands find perches on the back of my knees, bringing my legs wider still. The fit seems even tighter now as his hips speed up. The sounds of our moans, heavy breathing, and the lewd noises of his cock going in and out of my wet center fills the space. Everything is too much, and I feel myself already drawing so close to my finish. 

“Bite me,” I plead as my hips thrust up, matching his rhythm.

His cock twitches inside me at the command. The knowledge that he is a powerful being and has the self-control to hold back from what he so clearly would enjoy doing makes me want to give it to him all the more. But I am so close and hate that I can't hold on a little bit longer. It had been too long for me since I had been intimate with anyone else. But even more, I was so head over heels with this man that my body was just over-aroused.

“What? Are you sure?” 

His thrusts become slow as he looks down at my flushed and glistening face. The uncertainty on his brow, combined with the want in his eyes, has my heart swelling with love. My walls flutter around him, and he groans.

“God, yes, please,” I beg, tilting my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.

In one quick movement, Jooheon has shifted us back to him sitting and me straddling his lap. His eyes level with mine; he cocks a brow as if confirming I really want it. As a response, I lift up and realign him to my entrance. Then, sinking down on him, my lashes flutter as I struggle to keep my eyes locked on him. 

He is gorgeous with his flushed cheeks and teeth trapping his bottom lip as he groans deep in his throat. With his hand pressing firmly to my lower back, I can only moan, my nipples tightening to hard pebbles as he grinds up into me. He feels so good, too good, and I can feel that impending orgasm drawing close again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before picking up the pace.

I lean back, taking him in deeper, and he snatches a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. My head falls back as my hips roll faster into him. I was so close I could no longer keep my eyes open. 

“Jooheon, I'm gonna cum,” I manage to get out between breaths.

He presses at my upper back, urging me toward him. I watch as Jooheon’s fangs descend, and I gasp with arousal. There is no other warning, his head lunges forward, and his mouth latches onto the side of my neck. For the briefest of moments, there is a burning pain, and I gasp. But once he begins to suck at the jugular, all there is is a blinding rush of pleasure.

“Oh, fuuu-”

It's too much; my hips are grinding desperately along his plump cock as stars burst behind my eyes, and I shatter into a million tiny pieces around him. Jooheon wraps me in the tightest of embraces as my pulsing core coaxes out his own ecstasy. Warm streaks of cum shoot inside me, coating my walls with the white ribbons as his hips stutter up into me.

Jooheon laps at my neck, closing up the wounds he has created there. His hand strokes my skin as he falls back against the couch, satiated. I tuck my face into his neck, and we are quiet as we try and catch our breaths, him still inside me and his arms still hugging me tightly.

“You ok?” he finally asks when our breaths settle down. “I wasn’t too rough?”

His arms slacken, and I lift up so I can see his face. He has a blissed-out expression that makes me smile. His lips are tinted rouge from my blood, and I swipe my tongue across them; a slight metallic taste hits my taste buds, and I kiss him slowly.

“That. Was. Amazing.” I punctuate each word with a kiss, and Jooheon chuckles.

“You are amazing,” he says as he pecks my mouth even as a dimpled smile graces his face. “And, hey, I want to make sure you understand. You don’t have to feel rushed about deciding when you want to go through the change,” he assures me. “When you’re ready, we’ll do it. But, for now, let’s just enjoy what we have as we are now.”

Gazing into his eyes, my heart swells with the love and adoration I see looking back at me. There was no one I would trust more than him.

“Ok. Sounds like a plan.”

“Until then,” his voice thickens as he kisses my shoulder. “We should make up for lost time.”

I let out a giggle as he wooshes us to the bedroom and traps me beneath him and the bed, his cock already hardening against my thigh.

“Yes, we definitely should.” .✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　🩸　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Summary—> You’ve been in love with the boy next door forever. He barely acknowledged your existence. After what seems like years spent out of each other’s lives, he crashes back into your life at the most random and complicated time. And even after all this time, you’re still in love with your best friend’s brother.

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Ramen and Hobbits~ Monsta X Imagine

❖ Monsta X, Jooheon x reader

❖ Imagine, fluff lots of fluff, hint at smut

❖ wc: 1391

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Jooheon sighed, if this was one of his favorite animes, he was certain there would be a large tick mark right on his forehead. Tired, just getting over his cold, and behind in work, this "Ramen cafe" was the last place he wanted to be. Slurping noodles while laughing over the video games, or perusing seemingly endless lines of books.

This cafe at one point must have been a book cafe, or library, mused the young rapper, fingers tracing down the weathered leather spine of an early translation for J.R.R Tolkiens Silmarillion.

"Do you like Tolkien? If you like his works you should check out Christopher Paolini's Eragon. It's written in a more modern style since the author is from this century but still an impressive work." Turning Jooheon blinked at the shorter figure beside him. 

Surprised to find anyone in this remote dusty corner of forgotten shelves, and slightly irritated that his piece and quiet had been disturbed by this unknown intruder. Their obviously foreign accent making him brace, ready to have to interpret for them to the best of his ability, Idol smile spreading onto his lips with a forced tightness. However, the minute your sparkling eyes met his, Jooheon found himself merely staring dumbly, all words and tension gone.

You were dazzling, earth-shatteringly beautiful as you placed a heavy bound book in his hands, explaining about the young female dragon and boy within its pages. How your eyes sparkled, the way your teeth winked at him as you spoke, the cute way you got more excited when he nodded numbly to what you were saying, pushing hair behind your ear as you practically bounced on the balls of your feet.

By god, you were so cute. Jooheon couldn't resist the goofy little smile as you beamed up at him, his heart skipping a beat as a small giggle left your curved lips. When you suddenly stopped speaking and just looked up at him expectantly for a few moments, Jooheon realized he had not truly heard what you were saying. Blinking rapidly to clear his fogged Jooheon laughed nervously, a blush coming to grace his dimpled cheeks and ears.

"Uh I-I'm sorry what was your name again?" He asked rubbing the back of his head as he stalled for time, glancing down to discern the title on the book you had handed him. The way your cheeks flushed however nearly had him blanking out a second time. As you told him your name Jooheons smile only grew.

"Thank you, I appreciate your recommendation, but to be honest I've never read Tolkien either. Could you tell me a bit about it?" Jooheon could have listened to you talk all day, the way your eyes lit up, how excited you were as you explained who J.R.R. Tolkien was, the way he had built these worlds and how he had influenced today's fantasy novels, and on; his arms slowly becoming laden down with the books you recommended. It was such a magical moment as your hand brushed his offering to help hold the heavy texts, heart skipping a beat, skin tingling where you had touched him. But he shook his head beaming, how your small form would fare under the pile of heavy tomes he didn't know.

"I got it, I'm big and strong see?" He winked at you flexing to make you laugh and instantly, losing control of the stack in his hands. Luckily your hands were as skilled as his rapping, for you quickly snatched the book out of the air and helped him prevent more from tumbling out of his arms.

"Why don't we go set these on the counter for you?" You laughed, shaking your hair from your eyes. It was only at that moment that Jooheon noticed the worker's badge on your dress, the words store manager emblazoned above it in gold English lettering.

"Thank you." He said in English eyes crinkling as he smiles.

"Hmmm actually perhaps we should take these to a table instead, less chance of someone recognizing you." Surprised at your open acknowledgment of who he was, Jooheon let you guide him to a table half-hidden behind a bookshelf, yet with a nice view of the computer area, where the rowdy voices of his members echoed out into the air between slurps of ramen and noisy chewing of tteokbokki.

"You know who I am?" He asked surprised, though, in all honesty, he knew he shouldn't have been.

"Am I not supposed to?" You asked surprised, eyebrows raising. "Monsta x is well known, plus your members have talked about you a lot when they visit."

For some reason knowing you were close to his members enough to have spoken about him thoroughly with them made him grumpy rather than happy. The odd feeling was wiped away though as you offered to bring over some snacks.

"I'm technically on break, but if you'd prefer I leave you alone to read-"

"NO!" Jooheon caught himself as he blurted out the words. "I mean no, I'm pretty hungry. What would you recommend?"

Jooheon was double startled when he pulled out his card you refused to take it, laughing and saying not to worry about it, before disappearing with his order into the kitchen area by the front desk.

"It's on the house don't worry about it." You giggled setting down two trays of the best ramen and ramune, once again pushing his card back. A small smile slipping across his face once more as you both ate, your fingers holding the chopsticks worked hard not to make a mess were so adorable to him.

"Here like this." Chuckling after you let a slice of chashu fall once more into the bowl, Jooheon scooted closer arms wrapping around you with ease, adjusting your fingers upon the two long sticks. Neither of you aware of the suddenly extra loud yelp from the members as Minhyuk spotted him at just that moment, smacking Kihyun repeatedly and pointing.

"Oh thank you!" Your blush was adorable and Jooheon made sure to tell you so, poking your cheek and serving up his best aegyo.

Unaware of his member's incredulous stares, Jooheon spent the next few hours leaning in and discussing books he'd never before had any interest in before now.

"It was really nice getting to meet you finally!" Your words eased his sadness at parting, as you locked up the store behind them.

"I'll make sure to read these so next time I visit you can tell me about the next part! Ramens on me too." Your beaming grin warmed his heart, waving to you as he left, books stacked in his other arm.

"I didn't think we were allowed to take books out of the cafe?" Wonho eyed the stack of books in his arms curious.

"She said I could since no one had taken interest in them in years. They're her favorite-" "Please tell me you got her number." Chuckled Changkyun, however as Jooheon stopped in his spot the others burst into laughter.

"It's fine one of us can give you-"

"No! I'll get it from her next time!" I'll woo her on my own thanks." Despite many offers, Jooheon was insistent, though later on when his schedule kept him from visiting and his members teasingly bragged about talking to you he did regret it...just a bit. However the beaming smile on your face when he eventually walked into the cafe proudly carrying the finished novels. The boys thought that your meeting, at last, was a wondrous thing, your personalities blended so beautifully, as well the mutual support and mutual adoration was adorable. That was until the only thing they became able to do when they went out was your cafe, where Jooheon spent hours following you around or huddled in a corner going over books or whatever else caught your fancies that week. But for you and Jooheon, your budding relationship was perfect. Even the secret after hour ramen and chill sessions that went from innocent snuggling and video game playing or reading to uh...well the intended Korean innuendo of ramen and chilling. "Can you be the elf princess to my ranger king?" He asked holding you close as you wandered down the streets together towards home.

"Cheesey!" You teased him, but of course, in the end, you agreed.

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Hoping to update some stories by the weekend. Have a lot of exams but I'll try to make time. 💗

[peaches-of-1]

Monsta X- Moan Denial

I decided to go with Monsta X because I have so much BTS stuff already! I might to the BTS one at a later date (if I remember lol) anyways, this is supposed to be a gender neutral reader (girl, guy, nb insert) so let me know if it leans too much one way or the other.

Warnings: Lewd, semi public, teasing, light bondage

Kihyun

He was bored during the movie and you were very much into it. Though he was glad you were enjoying the movie, idle hands lead to idle minds. He slipped his hand over your crotch and began rubbing. You flinched and tried to move his hand, but he whispered in your ear. “Let’s play a game. You stay quiet, and we can have even more fun when we get home.” You nodded and let go of his hand to let him continue.

The game continued even when you got home, you not making a sound as he pounded you into the mattress with the steady pace of his hips against yours. “Oh, you’re doing so good, jagiya. I would say you sound good too, but…” He chuckled and you thrusted into him, cutting him off with his own moan.

Wonho

If you wanted a vocal couple, that was you two, especially when you bottomed. However, there were important business men looking around the dorms. They arrived in the middle of you doing the do. Both of you had to be quiet. He hid his face in your shoulder and you busied himself with giving him hickeys so that you wouldn’t be moaning out loud. “I’m gonna…” he whispered. “Me too. Stay quiet.” The two of you orgasmed while sucking the soul out of each other.

Then you two cleaned up and he had to leave to at least see who was there. “S...sorry, I was sleeping and didn’t hear you.” He said and the men looked at each other. One cleaned his glasses. “Was it a very active dream then? We heard the bedsprings.” The other members were trying not to laugh.

Shownu

Both of you had decided that you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, so he suggested not moaning. The challenge would be to get the other to cry out in ecstasy and then whoever won would get to choose what fun thing to do next time. The secure way he would hold you down made you wanna call out his name followed by a string of curses, but you weren’t gonna.

Neither was he. He just kept to small grunts and heavy panting. Shownu grabbed your hands and kissed you before looking into your eyes. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna...win..I. I can’t. I’m gonna.” He started to moan as he released inside of you. He sighed and kept going until you saw stars before laying down next to you. “So, what’s next?” He asked with a smile.

Hyungwon

You were mad at him for teasing you today, so you had him tied up while you were riding him. Your undies were in his mouth so that he wouldn’t moan. Also, you weren’t making a sound either because you know how much he loved to hear you call for him. He silently begged you with those eyes of his to make a sound. Even in silence you could hear him.

“Moan for me, baby. Make those sweet sounds. They’re music to my ears.” but no. Not tonight. Even as you clawed down his chest and watched him squirm. Not even a squeak as you picked up your pace and pushed yourself over the tipping point, biting your lip. “You’re so mean.” He pouted one you untied him. You kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom.

Minhyuk

It was your turn to top tonight, and you decided you wanted to blindfold your boy. “You broke the gag, so I guess I just have to say it. Don’t make a sound, y’know, unless you want all the other members to see you like this.” He shook his head. “Good boy.” and you started moving your hips and watched him turn his moans into panting.

He looked like a puppy, but much cuter. The desperate look in his eyes as you pounded into him. Minhyuk bit his lips and shut his eyes tightly. Was he already this close? His dripping cock said yes. Soon enough, he came on his stomach and panted. You weren’t done with him yet, though...

Jooheon

So many this was kind of weird, but it actually worked. Your boyfriend had come home super horny and you hated to see him mastrubate without you. However, you had a headache and couldn’t do noise right now, so you said, “We can fuck if you don’t make any noise.” And he took you up on your offer.

Your honey did his best to keep his growls and groans to a minimum, even quieting his own panting because he didn’t want to disturb you too much. He was so eager and cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him that your headache was gone after orgasming twice. His stamina was really insane.

I.M

He was on voice rest after going to a soccer game with the other boys. This gave you the perfect chance for you to tease him under the dinner table. His black painted nails froze in place as you sneakily unzipped him and began playing with him as you laughed along with the others about their experience. Changkyun then whispered in your ear and let you zip him up before leaving the table.

“He’s not feeling too well. I’m gonna go check on him.” You said before you smiled as your clothes were being ripped off as soon as you stepped into his bedroom. “If I have to stay quiet, so do you.” He said and began to fuck you recklessly from behind. You tried to follow the instructions for the most part, but it was hard when he was so good.

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Heonybee Stings

Oh don’t you worry sweetheart~ Writing is my escape from work. Erh, when my inspiration allows it that is. XD Nevertheless, I’m always happy getting requests from you lot. Thank you~ ~Pikachu💕

Word count: 1,705

How did you two even get here? Neither of you knew at this point. So many words had been thrown about and so many emotions had been felt that neither of you could even remember how this all started, much less who was at fault. If either of you was even at fault. It was already eleven in the night, your ears were ringing and you just wanted to go to sleep. But you couldn’t. If either of you walks away now, there won’t be any turning back. That thought alone killed you inside. After everything you two have been through together, losing him would be like losing a big part of yourself.

Jooheon breathed a deep sigh, pacing back and forth across the floor as his hands went to his hair. He was stressed. You were stressed. It was not helping either of you in this situation. The room had gone almost completely silent, with nothing but the sound of Jooheon’s shuffling filling the air. Your mind almost screamed at him to say something. Anything.

A small sniffle froze him in his path and his head snapped upwards. Glancing to your face, he saw the light catching a crystal drop as it rolled down your cheek. His heart clenched, moving towards you slowly. All the tension dropped from his body and was immediately replaced with worry. This was the last thing he wanted to happen.

“Hey, princess.” he said softly, his hands slowly reaching to cup your face so that you could look at him. “Hey, look at me. What’s the matter?” His thumbs cleared the glistening tracks along your cheeks. No matter what the situation, you were always his number one concern. He would drop everything to make sure you were okay. Argument be damned. Your eyes slowly met his, noticing how they had softened up as they searched over your face with care.

“Please don’t leave me.” The words almost croaked in your throat as they came out. It was barely above a whisper, but loud enough for you both to hear. Jooheon pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he responded. “I promise.”

Your hands wrapped around his body as he held you. Silence returned to the room as you both stood there, the world itself seeming to lay still around you.

“Hey,” he whispered. You looked up at him with curious eyes, just a split second before his lips caught your own.

There was always something about your relationship with Jooheon that always drew you to each other. A deep passion that you both ignited the other. That passion was what you both found irresistible about each other, and quickly found you on the couch underneath Jooheon, with your lips joined in a sloppy connection. 

Your hands clawed at his back while his clawed at your sides. Bursts of feral desire surged through your bodies in gasps of breath and pounding hearts. You gripped at his shirt. He sat up, pulling the clothing over his head and tossing it off in some unseen direction. His hands returned to your body, doing the same with your shirt before going back to kiss you.

His lips moved over your neck, savoring the tender skin there. His hands roamed your body, moving underneath you to pull you forward.

“Come on.” he whispered, picking you up from the couch. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Your arms draped over his shoulders while you peppered kisses along his neck. Jooheon groaned deeply, half stumbling through the door and kicking it closed behind him. 

He laid you down on the bed, panting as he hovered above you. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he said. His lips found your neck again, leaving marks on your skin. Moving down your body, he planted a trail of wet kisses across your abdomen, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He hooked his fingers into your shorts and pulled them off you teasingly slow, along with your panties.

He placed your right leg over his shoulder, kissing at your inner calf and making his way up to your inner thigh. His teeth grazed your skin before sinking into your flesh. He traced the bite mark with the tip of his tongue, soothing it and arousing your nerves further. His fingers smoothed across your body, feeling every dip and curve that was laid out in front of him.

Jooheon placed tender kisses to your thighs, trailing upwards to the dripping apex. His fingers gripped into your flesh, keeping your legs steady as his tongue lapped at you. Your hands went to his hair, tangling between the silk locks. The light tugging edged him on as he wrapped his lips around your clit, moaning against your core. Your back arched off the bed, hands subconsciously pulling him closer to you. 

Mischief and pride glinted in Jooheon’s eyes as he looked up at you writhing on his tongue, your hips rocking against his face to his own rhythm. He loved the affect that he had on you and your body. His lips curled into a slight smirk as his tongue pressed deeper to your folds. Tipping your head back into the pillows, your grip in his hair tightened as your moans filled the bedroom.

Jooheon’s hands smoothed up your body, gripping and caressing at your skin, stopping just below your breasts. Nimble fingers made their way to wrap around your nipples, toying with them as his tongue flicked against your core, drawing our breathy whimpers in between your moans. His hips rutted into the mattress beneath him, eager to be inside you, but his mind was determined to draw out your pleasure for as long as he possibly could.

Tension wound up in your body like a spring coiling up before it bursts. Your heart raced with your breath, both picking up pace within your chest. Soft pleas of his name left your lips, his tongue dipping in and out of your entrance. A sharp hiss slipped past your lips, your body quivering as you unraveled on Jooheon’s tongue. Your hands came to your sides, propping yourself up on your elbows. He raised his head slowly from between your legs, licking your nectar from his swollen lips.

“That was... wow.” you panted. Jooheon gave a soft chuckle, trailing butterfly kisses up your body. Looking into your eyes, his lips curled upwards sweetly, dimples lightly adorning his cheeks. God, how you loved that smile. It held it’s own radiance, bright and alluring. That smile always managed to bring out your own, and before you knew it, your arms found themselves wrapped around Jooheon’s neck, body leaning upwards to touch those lips with your own. A low groan came from his throat as his hands gripped your sides, pressing his body to yours. 

Thick girth pressed against your core as you arched into him, silently begging for him. He gave a slow roll of his hips, teasing you with that dense bulge that strained against restricting fabric. His hands found his waistband, shedding the pants and his underwear and kicking them off completely in one swift motion. His firm length pressed against your inner thigh, tauntingly close to your dripping entrance.

His lips broke from yours for a moment, trailing down to your neck as his hips adjusted to guide his tip to your opening. Pressing into you slowly, he moaned against your skin, feeling himself throb as he hilted inside you. Your nails raked down his back as he gave steady strokes, bracing his arms on either side of your body.

“You’re gripping me so tightly.” he whispered, lips brushing the lobe of your ear as he spoke. His voice sent a sweet shiver down your spine as you both got lost in each other, tossing and turning in a flurry of breathless moans. All of the burning passion from earlier having morphed into sweet desire. His lips joined yours once more, muffling both of your moans against each other’s mouths. The only other sounds in the room were the shuffling of sheets and the paced smacking of skin.

His hands gripped into your thighs, pushing your legs up to his shoulders, hitting even deeper inside you. Your head fell back into the bed, fragments of his name leaving your lips in a breathless mantra. Jooheon’s hips held a sharp rhythm, striking your core in a way that only he could. His lips trailed tender kisses along your neck, moving to your collar and leaving gentle bruises in their wake. Your breathing picked up as you neared that familiar edge, Jooheon’s change in pace showing that he wasn’t too far behind you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, chasing your releases. Your hands gripped into his back, fingernails threatening to break skin as you both came undone together in a bout of moans and heavy breaths.

Jooheon was the first to move, delicately pressing a kiss to your forehead before getting up. He stood at the foot of the bed, extending a hand out to you. A small smile crossed your lips as you reach out and took his offered hand, steadying yourself as you came to stand on your feet. Jooheon chuckled at the light wobble in your legs, keeping a firm hold on you as he led you both to the bathroom. You managed to make your way into the shower without stumbling, turning the nob to let the cool water run down your skin. Jooheon came and stood behind you, his body flush against yours as the water flowed over you both. You let your head fall back onto his chest while his hands roamed your body slowly, stopping to wrap around your waist as he held you close. 

Your eyes fell closed, feeling his heartbeat against your back and his soft kisses along your neck. A slight throb prompted your eyes open again, his member stirring back to life as his kisses deepened. Turning your body to face him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, staring into those eyes that shine with love and desire for you. 

“Again?”

“Again.”

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From Black to White

Monsta X

Lee Jooheon/Reader [F]

Genre: Demon AU, Fondness, Fluff, Demon to (Guardian) Angel

Words: 3.8k (Not proof read)

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He monitored all the bad and the ugly in the worlds.  Some would say his eyes reached to the furthest depths of the known and unknown universe.  Maybe even further than that.  He saw all the toxic in every world he came too, and he laughed, smiled and played along with them.  Even furthering to worsen them if he was particularly tickled by an event. That is until he settled on just keeping his eyes on one planet.  A single rock floating in space and it continuously had something somewhere going on.  He decided to spy on Earth.

Starting wars for nothing, or for everything.  Fighting diseases or struggling against the immovable forces of nature.  Building, only to destroy and build more over the remains of whatever was broken before.  Shaming and discriminated others for small attitudes and locking others in cells for heinous crimes.  Yes, humans of Earth were quite fun to monitor and watch.

However, after 300 years of watching, Jooheon was getting bored.

Though it’s true he always helped cause mischief, he himself never physically did anything.  It was more negative influence he poured into the people to urge them on their dismantled ways. Maybe that was the change he was looking for.  Maybe it was time to change things up and to actually stir something among the common folk.  He had to of course familiarize himself with the times, however.  

Sitting on top of a building, just high enough to catch a breeze and but allow the streets below to still be visible.  He had cloaked his presence so that if someone should chance look up, the wouldn’t notice him.  He wasn’t invisible, but he had masked himself to where someone wouldn’t give him a second glance.  It was like passing yet another seemingly unfamiliar, boring face on the streets.  

He observed the way people dressed.  Some were dressed more than others, some more fancy for jobs, some more casual and even a few just sporting a few risque clothing choices, one that he wouldn’t judge.  Some with jewels, some with chains, and if he focused just enough he could even catch a few with hidden guns or knives tucked away.  The world sure it on edge, it’s like it doesn’t calm down or give itself a break.  

Shrugging, he lifting himself up to stand on the edge of the building now, stretching as he casually took a step off the edge and gracefully glided down to set his feet on the ground.  His apparel he had as a demon was nothing like what you humans normally wore on a daily basis. A long, back trench coat that hugged his chest and arms delicately, tigers printed and decorated either side of his lapels.  Underneath, a black dress shirt, tucked into his black pants that hugge his thighs and fanned out around his black boot clad feet.  A matching, black cravat tucked into his shirt.  

Over all of this, his trenchcoat was just covered by a rather color coded vest.  Littered with pins, patches and words of the worlds and galaxies he’s seen or messed with.  Wearing them like prizes.  The vest was rimmed the brightest, boldest shade of red he’d known as the collar of the vest stuck up, almost like a cliche vampire-like look.  Chains and ropes loope over the shoulders of the vest and made him look almost like a decorated soldier.  

His hair was curled into several loops and swirls as they framed his face and brushed his ears, making them tickle with the light intent of scratching them with the light wind.  Threatening to poke his eyes and with each blink of his eyes lashes caught the end of his bangs. Needless to say, if he wanted to be visible, he’d definitely have to change.  

He stuck his hands in the pockets of his coat, spinning on his heel as the trench swung around his legs in his action and he made way into an alley.  He stepped away from the opening, away from the light as he cleared his throat and rotated his neck, ready to try and blend in as a human.  

He pulled off his vest as he tossed it to his side, but it didn’t flutter to the ground, instead stayed hovering next to him, like there was some invisible counter at his side. Next, he shrugged off his coat, as he held it in front of him he snapped the fabric in front of him as if to get rid of any wrinkles or loose dust that caught onto it, and once the tail end of fabric made the sound of that ‘snap’, it vanished like he never held it to begin with.  He untucked his cravat from his shirt, tossing it with his vest, still floating beside him.

He took one last look outside the alley and saw the passersby as his clothes started changing themselves.  His black, ankle fanned pants changed to that of a pair of dark jeans with the knees frayed and a white t-shirt with a flannel over it.  His hair remained the same, but his eyes now held piercing in the lobe and in the other a cartilage cuff gleamed. His boots changed into flat, black and worn looking Vans as he kicked his toes into the hard ground beneath him to adjust to the new feeling.  

With a flick of his wrist, his vest and cravat vanished, spinning into nothing, like they were being sucked into a void of somesort.  He’d change back into them later when he left or was done for the day.  He didn’t really intent on pretending to be a human for very long. Just long enough to cause something, anything, to make him a bit less bored. He clapped his hands together, like they were covered in dust, he didn’t lower the mask he had over himself, he wanted to wander around aimlessly for a bit, and look how they acted before fully letting himself be known.  

He left the alley as he stuffed his hands back into his pockets.  He turned and started down the sidewalk, walking by person after person, no one sparing him a glance as he just strolled.  Looking in windows, watching how people spoke, how they moved their hands and the faces they made.  They were also nearly addicted to the phones they held, some small, some large, some touch screen and few rare flip, dial phones for the older ones.  People with headphones plugged into their ears, or over their head.  How technically obsored.  

He was walking by a window, not looking ahead of him when something rant into his left side, making him stumble backwards and widen his eyes as a surprised noise fell from his mouth. He looked down, and then behind him as the thing that hit him had moved to be slightly at his back.  He regained his balance and saw a girl, a woman older than his physical age looked.  She was hunched over, taking a skip or two to keep herself from falling, he had half a mind to reach out just in case she did end up on her face.  

Her arms in front of her as she stumbled, she let out a sigh as he turned around and looked at him.  His eyes widened further as she seemed to look straight into his eyes, even when his presence was masked.  She should’ve just thought she stumbled on her own feet, but she turned with an apologetic look directed strictly at him.  

“I’m so sorry!  I wasn’t looking where I was going!  You’re not hurt, right? I had a lot of force into that!”  He opened his mouth to respond, but only shook his head.  He cleared his throat as he turned to her, turned to you, and rubbed his neck.

Wearing a pair of blue jean, without any sort of damage in them, and a grey shirt, you had a hair tie around your wrist and your hair was loose as you looked up at him.  Eyes bright and wide.

“I’m fine,” was his simplistic reply. You sighed, this time in relief, and put a hand on your chest.  The watch strapped on your wrist caught your attention as you gasped.  You hopped a bit in your step, ready to turn and bolt it.  

“I’m sorry-I’m late,” you pointed over your shoulder with your thumb.  “I’m sorry again!”  You turned and he watched as you ran and moved around slower people.  You seemed ordinary enough. Just a regular human woman, who just so happened to be late to her job, or wherever she was heading.  His sensitive nose had taken in your scent that rubbed off on his shoulder when you collided with him, and with a smirk on his face, he started to follow the trail the scent left behind.  

You were quite mysterious.

About a 10 minute walk later, he stopped in front of a small cafe. Along with the strong smell of coffee, pastries and the smell of warmth, also came your scent.  You must’ve been in a hurry to get here.  Looking through a window a bit longer, he caught sight of you.  A smile on your face as your held a pen and receipt book in your hand, taking orders from table after table.  A waitress, huh?  

You wore a black apron, and your grey shirt was gone, replaced with a brown one that fit with the aesthetics of the cafe. ��He finally, with a heavy breath out, dispersed the mask around his aura, and made himself look like every other human around him.  He moved to the door and pushed it open, the dinging of the bell on the top of the door alerting everyone that someone had just entered.  

You turned and greeted him with a happy smile as you finished up at a table and another one of your co-workers seated him.  Placing him by a window, which worked out for his people watching, in a single booth fit for himself.  They placed a water in a small glass on a coaster, something they did complimentary for each customer seated.  He was given a menu and left with a smile and usual ‘your waiter will be be right with you’ before the coworker stepped off.  

He watched as they stopped you, pointed to the table he was at, and you nodded, flipping your receipt book to a clean slate and made your way over.  He curled his fingers as he brought his elbow up to rest on the clean, wax cleaned table, as his knuckled pushed against his cheek slightly. You stopped at the end of his table, taking the pen out from behind your ear and smiled to him, eyes closed in a friendly manner.  You practically oozed approachable, which he assumed was good for a cozy little cafe like this.  

“Welcome!  I’m Y/N, and I’ll be waiting on your this morning.  Can I get you started with anything?”  He smiled as he just opened his mouth, eyes scanning the menu for a mere second, but with his demon instincts and sense, he was able to read and basically record the menu in moments.  

“A black coffee would be a fine starter, I would say.”  You nodded as you opened your eyes and wrote it down on your small little book then looked to him, finally seeing him as you simply let a small gasp out and covered your mouth lightly with your finger, your pen laced between your thumb, fore, and middle finger.  “Hello again,” he cheekily greeted with a smirk at you.  

“Oh my god, I’m sorry about before!”  You bowed to him as he just waved it off.  It wasn’t like he was offended, any other man might be, but he’s a bit different.  “I was just running late and wasn’t watching were I was going.  I really didn’t mean to run into you.”  He smiled a bit more genuinely as he realized, you really did see and take in his appearance earlier while it was masked.

“There were no bruises or scrapes, so forget it.  It’s all cool.” He was rather unuse to speaking so informally.  However, it was a nice change he supposed.  You put your pen in your apron pocket as it joined your receipt book.  

“Thank you.  I’ll be right back with your coffee, okay?  Just stop me if you need anything else.”  He nodded as you bowed once more and trotted off.  He watched you wait on and disappear back into the back, reappearing with trays of food, drinks and moving so fluidly it was impressive to see that the stumbling girl from before was so steady with a tray of so many things that could clatter to the floor.  

You had brought his coffee to him, black as he wanted, and the placed a small plate of lemon bread next to it as you smiled.  You put your finger over your mouth, slightly smiling as you shush him.  

“It’s on the house.”  You then stood and walked back to where you had placed your tray, and waited for the next task, passing a small moment of time with a coworkers conversation before a table had flagged you down for an extra straw for their glass of chocolate milk.  

Jooheon admittingly never really had human food before, much less something sweet.  He hadn’t always been a fan of sweet things, explaining the bitter, black coffee he had already consumed half of. But, has he picked up the soft bread, the yellow around the crust and the crumbs of flavor sticking the pads of his fingers, it didn’t smell horrible.  Sweet, but not sickening.  He was pleasantly surprised when he took a bit and didn’t want to spit it out.  It was a nice flavor.  

When the plates was empty, save for the few crumbs of lemon, you had come back and skillfully picked it up and placed it on the tray you held at shoulder height adding it to a small stack of other dirty, used plates and bowls and cups.  You asked for his opinion on the bread, and he responded positively making you smile as you walked away.  

He stayed at the cafe for probably going on 3 hours now.  He kept glancing outside, but it was like all time and motivation to leave was lost to his head.  He watched you working, and when he did so, he felt no reason to leave.  He laughed at the irony.  He was content, sitting in a peaceful, calm place like this cafe when his real reason to this entire farce of being human was to stir up some trouble.  But even with this peaceful route, he surprisingly wasn’t bored.  

You had stopped by his table, once again, coffee pot in hand as you refilled his mug, the steam from the new, warm liquid floating into the air.  You looked over your shoulder once your pouring stopped and listened to a coworker telling you that you were due for your break.  You nodded as you passed the coffee pot to a coworker needing it.  

Jooheon had half a mind to ask you to sit with him, but you smiled and did it first. 

“You’ve been here a while, mind if I take a seat and keep you company for the next 20 minutes?”  He nodded, not minding at all.  You untied your apron, setting it on your lap as you slid into the booth, a coworker sliding you a water for your break.  You took a sip of it, happy for the cool feeling to refresh your throat.  Jooheon leaned his chin on his palm as he opened up the conversation.

“Hard worker, aren’t you?”  You shrugged, smiling.  

“I try.  I like this job a lot more than my other one.”  He rose his brow at you and you two talked for the entirety of your break.  You almost didn’t want to go back to work.  He had learned you work a separate job at a local convenience store, stocking shelves and taking inventory.  You had wanted to go to college, but didn’t make it through, as the pressure to be successful lead you to drop out at the end of your first year.  

You had an apartment alone for cheap not too far from the cafe.  It wasn’t in the best condition, but you only had to worry about rent, as the utilities and everything was taken care of by the landlord, a blessing really. You two had chatted and by the end of your break, you had asked about his story.  So, he had to make something up of course.  Blurting out he was a demon just here for fun wouldn’t go over well, not to mention it’d be far too ridiculous.

He had made up the story that he was in the process of moving, and was house hunting in town.  He told you he was your age, as he looked the part, and explained his love for bitter things, and how earlier the lemon bread wasn’t his type of thing, but he did enjoy.  You two exchanged words and before the end of your break, you pulled out your phone.  

A blank, creme colors case over it.  You had asked for his number.  He nodded as he stuck his hand in his pocket, and with two taps of his forefinger to his thumb, he grasped a phone out of nothing and pulled it out.  Opening it, it had apps and fake contacts to people that didn’t really exist for the appearance of a phone that’s been well used.  

He handed it over to you for you to put your number in it and text yourself.  You handed it back as you were called back to work.  Standing up, you slipped and tied your apron back on and waved him off.  He left soon after you got back to work and found himself thinking that’d he’d stick around for a bit longer than he thought he would.

A month has passed, and Jooheon had been playing human everyday of it.  He had altered the memories of a small little duplex landlord and secured him a place to live, the papers and money to go with it.  Decorated the place with food and furniture fit for a human and was content being there.  He was always in his demon state when he was in the walls of his home, but with each knock he would quickly change back.  

Another change was that he was visiting the cafe on the days that you worked.  You had quickly become friends, something he deemed he didn’t need, but you were an exception.  He found you the exception to many things. He would scold you if you tripped, he would ‘pass’ you on the streets and walk you to wherever you were heading, tell you to eat and ever take you out if you had time.  It was so rare, but he almost felt protective of you.

That’s what lead to the pure white tattoo on his back.  He noticed it one day, a white ancient looking circled symbol, faint at first, but with each day and each encounter with you, it grew more bold.  Practically glowing white on his skin by now.  He knew what it was, and what was happening, and in any other situation he would be annoyance, furious even.  But, he wasn't.  He was content with it.  

The symbol was the symbol angels had on their backs when they didn’t have wings.  He had passed wingless angels before on the same streets at him, he even ran into one once, speaking with him briefly.  He had his number on his phone now too.  Bleached hair and an attention span and innocent of a puppy.  He was easy to see as an earthland angel.  

Earthbound, wingless angels were usually sent to the ground for a few reasons.  Watching the people and boosting morale of a place in need, keeping a specific place save, some even serving as priests of pastors at churches.  But, normally they were sent to watch over someone. He supposed they could be called guardian angels, but that felt too cliche to him.

Even though that white had began plastering his skin, he dressed like he use to before.  The black never failing to make him reminiscent on his full demon life.  But, he only wore them for one reason anymore, he was waiting for them to shift.  

Black was to demons, so it was only natural that white be for angels.  He was waiting for the day he was cloaked in white from head to toe. It was only a matter of time now.  He was walking around his living room when the ding from his phone caught his attention.  Grabbing it off the charger he sat down and opened up the text he was alerted of.  

[Sent: XX/XX/XXXX   xx:xx AM]

You: Hey Stranger!  We should go out today, since it’s rare I have a day off.  Don’t you dare reject me either.  As your best friend, I say you should go with me shopping.  

He smiled as he got up. Moving around his home to his bathroom, he felt the air around him change, a slight tingle in his back.  He looked in the mirror and smiled as he watched the black from his clothes and hair fade out.  Hair a lighter shade of blonde now. His clothes washing out the black as white took it over, like squeezing the soap out of a rag.  His vest, once black and red rimmed changed into one with a tamed collar and gold and white lines.  

Trench coat disappearing for a proper white, tucked in button down with a pair of white, hugging pants and boots with a slight heel to them.  Cravat being replaced with a tie as a white earring hung from his ear and a small tattoo appeared around his neck, attached to the giant one on his back.  A sign of a changed demon to angel.  It was rare for this to happen, but he couldn’t even be angry at it.  He smiled as he looked at your open message and typed in a reply.  

[Sent: XX/XX/XXXX  xx:xx AM]

Him: Only if we get to catch a movie later.  My choice of course.

[Sent: XX/XX/XXXX   xx:xx AM]

You: Deal!! Meet me at the cafe at 10!

Changing his clothes and taming his hair slightly, he looked at his reflection once more before slipping on his Vans and locking the door behind him as he left.  He’d drink a coffee at the cafe while he waited for you.  Maybe a bit of creamer to sweeten it up this time. It was always a good time for change.  

The best change of his entire existence was coming to earth as a demon and deciding to stay as an angel, leaving his demonic life behind with a smile on his face.  Just for the chance to be your very own guardian angel.  

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incognito - lee jooheon

pairing: undercover spy jooheon + undercover spy female reader

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

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, gun mentions

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

rating: 16+

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

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[library] [monsta x library]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agent 514 and 106, do you copy?”

“Agent 514, I do copy,” you whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

“No contact with the target.”

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Your husband is getting angry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An opportunity.

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

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

“What do you want?” he asks cautiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You scoff internally, unapologetic. 

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

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

This is true, to a certain extent.

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

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

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

Surely, he’s ready to burst.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He never looks better than he does here, mid-scene, starting to lose all inhibitions.

Jooheon is a people-pleaser to his core. Charming, sweet, accommodating, notoriously friendly and tons of fun. He's always been a faultless service top, and of course, you enjoy it.

But being that for you takes an awful lot of brainpower, still. You take the lead, but he's got a lot to think about. Himself, and you, and everything going on, and you've realized that he's just a bit...overwhelmed. Stressed, when he should be relaxing. Thinking too much, when he should just be enjoying the ride. He's a grown man who can take care of himself, of course, but seeing him hold back for the sake of staying clear-headed for you feels...kinda bad.

That's why you suggested this.

And he wasn't so sure, the first time he heard it. Wouldn't that be a lot of work for you? Wouldn't you prefer he do something?

The answer you'd given him is holding true, even now, in the midst of things: he'll be doing plenty.

"My pretty boy."

Jooheon has no shame at the best of times, happy to do aegyo to annoy his friends and coworkers and unafraid of any kind of embarrassment, and that seems to be shining through here. He looks delighted.

He's on his back, relaxing for once, practically boneless, looking up at you with that eyesmile going strong. You know that for some kinds of performances, he likes to have makeup on, so you'd suggested makeup for this kind of performance, too. A comfort thing, you'd thought, security of knowing he looks extra pretty. He agreed easily, but tonight's look is glittery and soft, instead of the usual harsh lining and exaggeration of his sharp eyes.

You'd built up a little nest of throw pillows for him, to really drive it home. Pink ones. Faux fur, glitter, soft fabrics and cutesy designs that make your very practical bed look like something that belongs in a Barbie Dream House. Which is kind of the point.

"Comfy?"

Jooheon nods, very slightly. He's not under any kind of obligation, you've set no strict rules because you're just trying things out, but he's already taking this very seriously.

You grin. "Is it okay if I start?"

He nods again.

"You know you can, like. Talk, if you want."

A pout, a quick shake of the head. He's into it.

"Okay."

He's stunning all the time, and he's stunning like this, too.

Glitter-dusted eyes, all bare skin and relaxed limbs, the strong lines of his muscles and the planes of softness between, cock already hard and standing out from his body proudly.

"Honey," you say, indulgently, and he does wriggle a little at the nickname. "My pretty doll."

That's what all of this is about. He doesn't have to worry about anything, doesn't have to move or help or even think at all, if he's just a beautiful human doll for you to play with.

"Can do whatever I want, if you're just a toy."

Not like you're planning on doing anything unsavory, and he's got a safeword, but what a fucking concept.

You trace your hands up his thighs, raking your fingernails over the smooth muscle. He's being good, barely moving, but you can tell how much of an effect you're having from the way his cock twitches just in front of you, the precome beading at the head. You wonder how much control he's gonna have once you really get going; he's doing well so far just surrendering to the experience, but as soon as you get on his cock, all bets are off. The thought of it is endlessly exciting.

It's easy enough to climb so that you're straddling his middle, sitting there looking down at his beautiful face. You love looking at him, but you think...

"Something's missing," you say, thoughtful.

Usually Jooheon would be complaining if you stood up and left him in the middle of some fun, but this time he's committed to the bit, staying motionless while you head for your vanity. You know you have it somewhere, tucked away because you didn't really like it...ah, there. The little white tube is half-hidden under a sheaf of papers but you grab it. Exactly what you wanted. You take it and approach the bed again.

Despite himself, Jooheon is watching you interestedly. "'S that?"

"Don't worry about it."

You pop off the cap, and twist the casing until the little lipstick bullet peeks out. It's a shocking pink, a bubblegum pink, a shade that you didn't think was very flattering on yourself but that is a perfect fit for the fantasy you're creating here.

He watches, interested, as you loom closer again.

"Okay, doll, let's try this," you murmur.

Helping Jooheon with cosmetics isn't a strange occurrence - he loves makeup and accessories and being pretty regardless - but it is a little different when you're picking a color like this, in a scenario like this. This isn't a neutral color that he wants to try out, a product that he bought and wants your opinion on. This is shaping him, giving him another attribute of your perfect little doll...

"Gorgeous."

He is gorgeous. He was before the makeup, of course, but damn if there isn't something to this, the Barbie pink against his skin, the little pout he gives you.

"I wanna take a little ride," you tell him.

You've waited long enough, unintentionally teased yourself while you slowly went through the motions, made sure that he was really okay with the new game you're playing together. This isn't about waiting and teasing for you, is it? It's about doing what you want, taking what you want, and letting your doll provide exactly what you need.

One, two pumps over his length with your hand, getting him slick and ready for you, a quick shift around to sit just over him, and a nice, long, slow ease down.

As you settle, hips meeting his hips and his length snugly inside, you can see Jooheon's hands twitching by his sides. Usually he'd be holding onto you, helping you ride him, giving you some help to stay upright so that you don't have to do all the work. But that's also not what this is about.

"Honey," you say, shifting your hips over him a bit, working yourself to comfort so you can move, "Dolls don't move on their own."

But you don't want to deny him completely, so you grin, biting your tongue between your teeth playfully, and reach down to move his hands to your waist yourself.

"I can move you, though."

Yes, you want to see what it's like to use him, but you also want to give him a break. Let him give himself over completely, for a bit.

It should be fun for him too.

He huffs out a laugh, his smile pink-painted and giving rise to his lovely deep dimples.

"Dolls don't laugh, either," you chastise.

Jooheon just digs his fingers into your sides until you squirm, ticklish, and you know he's doing just fine down there.

"You know," you say, grinding down on him harder in retaliation. "Dolls can't cum, either."  

[capaimagines]

lee jooheon - mistaken

Pairing: Lee Jooheon x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: none | WC: 1.1k

Request: jooheon x reader please! um something angsty like a misunderstanding and a fluffy ending! thank you !

It was only a song. Just a song. You kept repeating that in your head like a mantra. Jooheon and you had been dating for almost a year now. You were well aware of how busy someone who was an idol was, and you could appreciate that.  You understood the importance of collaborating with other artists.

The group would gain more exposure, the song would gain more exposure. Your boyfriend would gain more exposure. Plus, it was a way for them to network and expand their horizons. It could lead them to booking more gigs and more jobs which you could definitely understand. You knew the importance and you would constantly repeat that to yourself in your head over and over when the green-eyed monster would rear its head within you.

Except this time around you were having a little harder of time being understanding. When Jooheon had told you almost a month ago that the group was going to be making a song with Mamamoo’s Wheein, you couldn’t help but feel the jealousy rise within you. Though, at the time it was because he was going to be able to meet her and befriend her. You had been a fan of Mamamoo since they debuted and you were definitely jealous he was getting to work closely with one of your idols.

You were excited for him though and he seemed so happy about it, but here you were, a month later and jealous for a whole new reason. He was spending more and more time at the studio. More late nights or nights spent at the dorm, he would call you every night, no matter how late just to tell he loved you and missed you. You trusted him; you truly did. It was your own insecurities that were eating away at you.

Wheein was gorgeous, no one could deny that. You believed you were just average. Her and Jooheon had more in common than you two did. They were both idols and understood the idol lifestyle, they could relate on that level. While you could understand the things he had to deal with, you couldn’t relate because that wasn’t the lifestyle you lived. You were just a college student that worked full-time.  

You didn’t know how to record songs or produce a track and had no interest in learning those things. However, Wheein could definitely be into those things and that would be another shared interest. The more you thought about it, the more jealousy reared in your head. It was broken by your phone ringing and you smiled in relief at Jooheon’s flashing across the screen.

“Baby!” He said from the other end and you frowned a little. While you knew he was smiling, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice. 

“How are you, babe?” You said and just as he was about to answer, you could hear a female voice in the background, joking about something with another member. “Are you at the dorm?” You asked and Jooheon said that they were and that Wheein had come for dinner since they had ended late.

“Are you serious?” You asked and Jooheon could hear the frustration in your voice.  

“Yeah. Why?” You scoffed, not believing you were hearing this. At any other time, you really wouldn’t have cared much. He was allowed to have friends, but with your jealousy and insecurities rising today, you felt as if it was a stab in the back.  

“Why’d you even call me?” You spat out and you could only imagine the shocked look he was most likely wearing on his face.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now becoming annoyed himself.  

“Why’d you call me when Wheein is over at yours? Hmm? You really think I don’t know how much better she is! Don’t bother coming home!” You hung up and threw your phone across the room, angry tears flowing down your cheeks.

You had reacted childishly, you knew that now. You weren’t even sure what had come over you. You couldn’t even call Jooheon back because your phone was now shattered at the other end of the room. In frustration, you crawled into bed, hating yourself even more. How could you do that to him? You knew he would never cheat on you. You jumped when you heard the apartment door slam open and hit the wall.

“Y/N L/N!” You flinched as Jooheon shouted your name. He was mad. You heard him stomp his way towards your shared bedroom and you put on your best angry face, standing up with your arms crossed over your chest. He threw the bedroom door open, eyes narrowed in on you. 

“I told you not to come home!” You said in between gritted teeth.

He rolled his eyes, walking towards you, “are you joking?! Of course, I’m going to come home! You hung up on me! And I don’t even know what I did wrong!” Your shoulders dropped and you looked towards the floor, lettings your arms hang loosely by your side.  

“You didn’t do anything,” you sighed as you sat on the bed, covering your face with your hands.

Jooheon’s features softened just a little and he walked to kneel in front of you, placing his hands around your wrists. “What’s wrong, baby?” He murmured quietly.

Then you broke down, sobbing as you fell into his arms and told him all about what you had been thinking about all day. Jooheon felt guilty; he wasn’t aware that this was affecting you so much. He was trying to pinpoint if there was anything he could have done or said that made you feel like you were inadequate.

“Baby,” he cooed, wiping some of your tears and looking at you. “I love you. I’ll always love you. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling that way, but don’t hold it in, tell me so I can make it better. So, I can prove to you that you’re the only one for me.” You nodded as he kissed your forehead and stood up, laying you both down on your bed.

“How about you come with me to the company tomorrow? You can meet her?” He thought the only way to help you understand truly that he had no feelings towards the other girl was for you to meet her. To show you that you were just as good as she was. You looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes and sniffled a little.  

“R-really?” He nodded and smiled gently at you, “Okay.”

He rubbed circles in your back until you fell asleep and then pulled the covers over you two. He wished you would have said something sooner to avoid this misunderstanding, but now he knew for the future.

He wouldn’t allow you to think those thoughts ever again.

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Regrets

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   Characters: Jooheon x Female Reader

   Genre: Fantasy, angst

   Word Count: 2.2K

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A/N: This was a ‘finish the story’ challenge. Aside from having a writing prompt to start with (which I have made bold), I also had to take a screenshot to reveal 3 things that had to be included in the story. My 3 items were: a dying fire, thin blankets, and broken glasses.

I was so inspired to write this one, it only took me a few hours. I believe this is a record for me for my quickest completed writing, lol. 

PS, for broken glasses, glasses on the face never occurred to me. You know quarantine got you going loco when the first thing you think of is drinking glasses, lol. 

Happy Halloween all! Be safe, but have fun tonight!!

Please feel welcomed to leave any feed back. Enjoy!

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 Part of me was hoping the ground would just open up and swallow me whole as I watched him approach me. I hadn’t seen him since that night we parted ways, and I was hoping I never would. Seeing him brought back all of those memories that I fought so hard to repress, to forget.

”Hello dear, I thought I might find you here.”

At least that’s what I had told myself that night. That I had hoped not to see him again. 

Lee Jooheon had not changed much since that day so many years ago. The hair was certainly a different color. The warm blonde locks that were parted on the side and brushed slightly back gave his skin a golden glow that looked kissed by the sun itself. 

But I knew that was an illusion.

The small smile he offered brought out the dimples I remembered so well. The dimples that had attracted me to him in the first place.

As he drew closer I could see he wore a pair of black slacks, a thick stripe of gold running down the sides. He wore a white dress coat, the lapels outlined in black, unbuttoned, revealing a simple white undershirt beneath that was tucked into the slacks. The black dress shoes made no sound as he finally stopped before me.

“How did you know I would be here?” I ask, a bit too breathy.

Even as I stare up into his sparkling eyes, I knew this had been a mistake. I should never have come here. What had I thought to gain?

Therein lies the problem. I had not thought at all. 

I swallow hard, my eyes roaming over his handsome features. How did it feel like just yesterday and a million years ago all at the same time? I struggle inwardly to keep my emotions in check, but I can already feel myself begin to tremble with the effort. This wasn’t right. This just wasn’t right.

“Where else would I find you this night?” Jooheon murmurs with a shrug.

He leans forward, the scent of his cologne, the same cologne he always wore, was the first to reach me before his velvety lush lips pressed gently against my cheek. My heart lurched in my chest and I gasp as glass breaks at our feet. 

“Oh my God!” I whisper. I had been so distracted by his presence that I forgot I had been holding a glass of wine. “I’m so sorry!”

I squat down to pick up the pieces of broken glass, cheeks burning, but he pulls me back up just as I grab at a shard. I wince as it slices at my finger.

“Leave it,” he smiles reassuringly at me, then freezes. 

His eyes dart down at my hand and the crimson stain that is forming on my finger. His hand wraps gently around my wrist and I’m momentarily entranced as he begins to lift the wound towards his mouth.

Shaking my head, I remember the fortune teller’s words and forcefully yank my hand away, shouting, “No!”

I see a flash of...some emotion in his eyes. Was it anger? Resentment? As I catch my breath and try to calm my roughly beating heart I realize, no. None of those. It was hurt I saw.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes quietly, glancing away.

“No, no,” I laugh nervously. “I’m the one who should be sorry. Here.” His eyes watch me skeptically yet full of anticipation. I offer my hand up to him and I see his jaw clenching in restraint. “It’s ok. Take it.”

He sighs, wrapping his hand around mine. I marvel at the warmth. It felt so...normal, but truly what had I expected? 

I hold my breath as he parts his lips and inserts the bleeding finger into his mouth. He sucks gently and I have to turn my face away to keep him from seeing the tears that begin to form there. All the feelings from back then flood through and, just like then, I know I truly am in love with him. 

Would this simple gesture change me as well? Afraid of the answer, I stare instead at the dying fire I had built hours before. I’d laid out a picnic with a tray of candles, flowers, grapes, berries and wine as I waited for whatever to happen. The thin blankets I’d brought lie crumpled nearby, much like my heart.

How it hurt.

I wanted to rejoice and be happy, take advantage of this time. But it was such a bittersweet moment and all I could remember was the past which was clouded in sadness.

Releasing me, I hear him whisper, “Don’t.”

The anguish there tears more at my broken heart.

“I didn’t say anything,” I argue softly.

He hugs me tightly then and I can’t help but cling to him desperately.

“You don’t have to, I can smell your tears and your sadness is flowing off of you in waves.”

“I’m sorry,” my voice cracks as I take in a shuddering breath.

“It’s not your fault,” he shushes me gently.

But wasn’t it though? My fault?

“If I hadn’t left,” I mumble through a sob threatening to pour out. “If only I’d stayed. God, I wish so badly I’d stayed…”

It came out a whisper, the lump in my throat too thick to let anymore words out. I shut my eyes to block out the memories, but it only makes the pictures more clear. 

He and I used to hang out in the woods together. We’d light a small fire, wrap thin blankets around us, then we’d listen to music and talk til late into the night. We were just friends, but one night we kissed beside the fire and I spooked. Though I had strong feelings for him, I was afraid things would change and I ran. I left him there...in the night...alone.

When I turned on the news 2 days later, his face was there and listed as missing. He’d never come home. I thought he had been giving me space by not calling or texting me. I never imagined he’d disappeared. 

I felt responsible, called the police station right away to inform them of his whereabouts the last night I saw him. My heart dropped, shattering to a trillion pieces when the police escorted me to our spot and we found the dead fire and the blankets.

I was devastated, inconsolable as I fell to my knees screaming in terror. What had happened to my Jooheony?!

It was at that moment that I realized I thought of him as more than just a friend and it made everything all the more gut wrenching.

The search didn’t last long. The police believed he ran away due to what had happened between us. Perhaps he wanted a fresh start, they suggested. Hope slowly died for his family and things returned to normal.

But not for me.

There was a hole where my heart was. Wherever I went, I searched the crowds for his face. I returned to our spot often hoping to find something new, something that may have been missed, but I always came up empty. Soon my own hope turned to anger and resentment, feeling abandoned by someone who supposedly cared for me.

Until today at the fair. I don’t even know what drew me to the fortune teller's tent. I resisted at first, but the urge to go in was too great to ignore.

“I’ve been expecting you,” the young woman sitting at the table smiled at me warmly. “Come and sit.”

Heart thudding, I tentatively sat across from her.

“I don’t really know why I’m here,” I confessed with a nervous chuckle.

“It’s ok. I do,” she winked at me knowingly. “Now, I don’t have answers for everything. I have bits and pieces that are shown or told to me, but it’s you who must put the pieces together and make sense of it. Understand?”

“Yes,” I nodded feeling my heart rate pick up more speed.

“Hands, please,” she urged and I obliged. The second our fingers touched, her eyes closed and she inhaled sharply. “Such pain and guilt,” she whispered. “And much anger.” I turned my face away, ashamed to hear her say exactly what I had been feeling for a year now. “There is love there, too. A strong love for a young man”. Her grip tightened on me, bringing my gaze back to her. Her brows were furrowed in confusion then, her eyes opened, locking intensely on mine. “He walks the nights stuck in the between. Neither living nor dead.”

I had gasped then, pulling my hands out of hers and standing in one swift motion.

“What? I don’t… This doesn’t make sense. Is he dead or not?” I insisted. “I can’t take the not knowing anymore.”

“It’s the anniversary today,” she stated. “He will be there tonight. Perhaps you will get the answers you seek.”

“There?” I whispered, tears already pooling in my eyes, the hope too much to bear.

“Yes. You know where,” she smiled softly.

Jooheon cups my cheek, bringing me back from my thoughts.

“I’m glad you left and were safe because of it.” He pulled back, his eyes darting intently over mine. He wiped my tears as he continued. “You wouldn’t want to become what I have.”

I clutch at his arms, afraid, but needing to ask.

“What happened to you? What are you?”

He inhales deeply, letting the breath out slowly as he moves to the fire. He drops a match into it reigniting the flames.

“A bit after you left, a man appeared and entranced me. I couldn’t move as he grabbed me and bit into my neck.” I cover my mouth, the words sinking in as to what he was alluding to. “He drank my blood, but he didn’t hurt me,” he insisted. “He is actually my friend now. His name is Minhyuk and we live together.” He smiles wistfully. “Anyway. What happened wasn’t his fault, I got scared and ran when he let me go. It was dark, and I didn’t see the drop. I fell some feet and he...he gave me his blood just before I died. It brought me back to life...with some restrictions, so I decided it would be best I stayed away.”

“Jesus!” I whispered harshly. “We have been so worried about you for a flipping year!” I shove at his chest angrily. “Everyone wanted me to believe you had run away, but I still looked for you! How could you kiss me and then leave me before I could process everything?!”

I give one last shove before I fall to my knees, sobbing with all that I had held onto the past months. He was alive! Well, sort of. But he was here. As much as that pissed me off, I could also feel relief mixed in there. It was all too much.

I hear the leaves crinkle beside me as Jooheon grabs one of the blankets and dusts it off. He tugs me up gently as my sobs quiet and turn to sniffles. He envelopes me in the blanket wordlessly.

My eyes flit up to meet his when he doesn’t release the blanket. What I find there is probably what he sees in mine. Regret, relief, and wonder. Regret that so many years had been wasted never expressing what we really felt. Relief at seeing each other again. And wonder as to what would happen now.

Using the blanket to wipe my face, I feel myself grow calm. His eyes close and he exhales slowly before pressing his forehead to mine.

“Are you going to be ok?”

I nod slowly.

“Jooheon?” I question.

His eyes close as if savoring the moment.

“You have no idea how much I have missed hearing you say my name.”

I chuckle both amused, but happy to hear him say that.

“What happens now?” I lift my face from his.

“You could stay with me,” his face lights up, those dimples luring me in. “I could turn you and we could live together forever. There are plenty of animals here, we don’t have to take from humans at all…”

Letting the blanket fall behind me, I reach up on tiptoes, hand snaking behind his neck bringing him down to meet me part way, cutting off his words. Our lips melt together and it feels just as it had when it first happened. Releasing him, we both stare at each other, breaths heavy.

“I...I can’t stay with you,” I whisper, my eyes watering as the words slip past my lips.

Jooheon’s eyes close briefly. When they reopen, they glitter with tears he’s fighting to hold back.

“It’s not fair,” he pouts.

“I know,” I whisper back, chest aching all over again. “You will always have my heart and I certainly won’t forget you.”

Jooheon bends over to kiss me briefly. His arms wrapping around me tightly.

Whispering in my ear, he says, “You, too, will always have my heart. You know where to find me if you ever change your mind.”

I nod, “Good-bye, Jooheon.”

Stepping back, I give him a solemn wave, then I walk toward my car, resisting the urge to turn around.

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There is a part 2 out now: No Regrets

Image credits: All images are screenshots from the MV ‘Red Carpet’

[prettywordsyouleft]

The Caretaker - Part 7 (Final)

Summary: Ever since moving to this township, you had been curious about the abandoned quarry home. Everyone else saw it as a haunted and creepy house, but as an up and coming interior designer, you were entranced by the intricate details. And once you met the caretaker of the property, you were determined to find out all about the house and the man who guarded it.

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo x female reader

Genre: romance / angst / sad-fluff / ghost au

Warnings: mentioning of ghost stories

Prompt: “This isn’t what I wanted.”

Word count: 1273

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“I don’t think this colour scheme will work for what you’re envisioning in this space,” you admitted, pulling out a detailed colour chart and discussing other alternatives.

Your head hurt when you were finally done with your meeting, and you sat down heavily at your desk and leaned back into your chair. “How hard is it to understand some colours don’t mix or match?”

“We’re here to appease our clients, not tell them what works best.”

Sitting up and scowling at Eric, you pointed in his direction. “Even you said it was an ugly combination.”

“You know, I miss him when you look like that.”

“What?”

Eric smiled gently. “He always would scowl like that at me. It’s funny how you picked up that trait to continue with.”

“This isn’t what I wanted,” you breathed, sinking back into your chair. “Of all the things to take from my time with Hyunwoo, his scowl? Seriously, he was much more handsome when he smiled.”

You wistfully smiled as you looked out the window to your office, seeing the quarry home off into the distance.

Your home.

You didn’t know how to be its caretaker at first. Especially since everything reminded you of your time with Hyunwoo and his personal touches. Slowly, you began to find your routine within the home, and it didn’t feel so empty. Those same touches that once brought you to tears now held you captivated, and you often walked around talking to them, as if Hyunwoo could somehow hear you from wherever he had gone to.

You wished for one last goodbye kiss, however.

“That smile of his won’t help you with your plumbing issue, now will it? You have twenty minutes to get home and be ready for your inspection,” Eric announced, and you grumbled lightly.

“He was a builder, and the house was made in the nineteenth century with hardly any changes made until we renovated it. Kihyun’s investment didn’t cover everything.”

“No, and isn’t it wonderful that business is booming so you can replace those rusty pipes for modern ones?”

“At least the toilet is inside now,” you agreed with a laugh, picking up your bag and throwing a kiss at your best friend before heading for the door.

There had been several tasks around the quarry home that you had worked hard to iron out over the past two years of living in it, but the one thing you knew you had little to no knowledge of was plumbing.

You hoped the plumber you had called in would be able to help you have a hot shower sometime soon.

You had just enough time to open the house up when you heard a van pull into your driveway, a man soon stepping out and coming up the path to the front door. Turning around, you stepped down to meet him halfway.

“Lee Jooheon?” you asked as you held out a hand towards him, and he smiled brightly, taking a hold of you as you watched dimples form in his cheeks. “Oh wow. You uh, you’re something.”

“So is this house of yours.”

“Right. The house, of course. Let me show you to my issues,” you remarked jarringly, leading the way into your house.

“Woah, this place is amazing,” Jooheon exclaimed once inside, looking at you in approval. “I heard you redid this place up a few years ago.”

“I had some formidable help.”

“From the caretaker, right?”

“I’m sorry?” you said, furrowing your brows together.

For a moment, you simply stared at one another, and Jooheon smiled again. You knew that smile, and your heart began to race. Whilst he didn’t look like Hyunwoo, you could sense he was up to something right now.

And then Jooheon blinked rapidly, shaking himself off. “What just happened?”

“It’s an old home. Do you believe in ghost stories?”

“Whoever is haunting this place would be lucky if you’re here,” he mentioned, and then covered his mouth awkwardly. “Sorry that, uh, just slipped out.”

You giggled. “I think it’s fair to say that sometimes things happen in this house that provokes a lot of honesty. Anyway, let me show you to the bathroom. It’s not the greatest situation, I’m afraid.”

“That’s why you called me in, right?”

“Of course.”

“It’s going to be a few weeks of work,” Jooheon admitted once he’d done a full inspection of your house. He found you in the kitchen, and you turned to him with a grin.

“Not months?”

“Well, that would be excessive. You just need a few new plumbing lines and a small rehaul of the connections in the house. Whoever did them in the past gave it their best.”

“He wasn’t exactly up to modern advances when he tried,” you admitted, and Jooheon laughed.

“No, I guess he knew he’d be just lending you some time before it would all need repairing.”

“It was no doubt in his plans.”

You stared at one another again, and then you suddenly asked Jooheon a question right as he spoke too. “You go first, Y/N.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll just get some water from the—”

“Don’t turn it on yet!” Jooheon exclaimed right as you twisted the tap, water spraying out everywhere.

You shrieked as Jooheon lurched forward to twist the handle back around, and finally, the water was off.

But you were both drenched.

Looking over his shoulder at you, Jooheon’s face was dripping with the water running down it. You suppressed a laugh, and reached over for some tea towels, and handed one to him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s not every day that I get cooled down on the job.”

“Really? But you’re a plumber.”

Jooheon chuckled. “I guess I should reiterate. It’s not every day I need to be cooled down on the job. It’s sure going to be interesting working on you. I mean, on your pipes!”

You giggled, and Jooheon hung his head in shame. “I’m not getting myself out of this hole, now am I?”

“I don’t think you entirely need to. Besides, I’m enjoying it. This house hasn’t experienced so much laughter in one afternoon in a long time.”

“Maybe it’ll get to hear a lot more,” Jooheon offered as you walked him to the front door.

You grinned. “I hope so. It’s about time these walls remember what it sounds like.”

“I’ll see you next week when I start the job. I’ve fixed the hot water, so you’ll be able to take a shower now.”

You arched an eyebrow at Jooheon, and he groaned.

“It’s why you hired me. I’m not having indecent thoughts!”

“Let’s just make sure when you’re here next time that the water is off. I’d hate for you to need a reason to use my shower yourself.”

Jooheon slowly grinned before waving you off, heading back to his van with soft laughter along the way.

Turning back indoors, you shut the door and cuddled your arms around yourself, looking down the hallway with a smile. “You know, you told me you were going to rest. Still taking care of this place and me even long after you’re gone, huh?”

You wouldn’t ever forget the caretaker of the home you lived in. Hyunwoo had built the foundations so strongly that even your chaotic wind couldn’t shake it off the ground. Though you had tried to several times, in hopes it would keep him here.

Now with him gone, you knew you would eventually need helping hands to continue what Hyunwoo had begun.

You were hopeful that person was only a week away from changing your world again.

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The One Where Time Stops Under the Fool Moon

Seasonal Stories: Halloween Requested by @delusionpuppy26​ Lee Jooheon X Female Reader 1.400 words Warnings: Be careful around men who like to howl when the sun goes down.

He does not remember how he found your shop. The boy with deep black eyes and pale skin. He just feels attracted to it, its weird herbal smells, the colorful crystals hanging from the ceiling. And in the new current waves of anger that have been taking over him, your little shop became the only place he felt some sort of lull.

He knows nothing about the disorder that has been afflicting him, but you know it very well. A simple glance at him was enough. The boy who seems completely lost in this new world that waits for him. This world that demands too much and rarely gives something good back..

It brakes your heart, just by looking at him. Your coven told you to not interfere, but they have been telling you that ever since you opened your shop. Your kind should not mix with other creatures. No sense, you would say. You were all just trying to get by in a world that thought of you as nothing but stories for children. And this boy, poor thing. Whoever did this to him, left him completely alone. That would only cause trouble. So you decided to help any way you could.

He seemed completely lost when you said hi, the first time he came in. Seconds passed until he made sense of your face and where he was standing. You smiled broadly and offered a cup of tea. “I’m sorry for intruding,” he said as ashamed as if he had just committed a crime, body falling heavy on a padded chair.

“Nonsense, I welcome every kind of creature in my shop.”

He looked up at you, puzzled by the choice of words, but drank the tea you offered, the spicy taste tickling his throat and making his entire body completely warm.

“Tea is free for first visitors,” you nodded to the empty cup in his hand, “but if you become one of my regulars, I will make you a special price. A get a lot of regulars, you see. They don’t buy much other than my oils, but they like to stay here for a while, reading something from the shelves and drinking and resting their minds,” you explained waving your hand around to the many shelves filled with books and jars, to the couches and puffs on the back of the store. “I don’t mind, really. I enjoy the company. So, what let’s see what I can get you...”

“Jooheon… I don’t -”

“I’m Y/N,” you waved him to follow you. “I’m sure I have something just right for you,” you said, looking around your shelves, tapping your index fingers on your chin. “Of course!” you pulled the step stool and reached for a light pink bottle on the top shelve. “This one is perfect. But also…”

Jooheon watched as you paced fast behind the wooden stand, filling a cloth bag with herbs and seeds, wondering if he should just leave but not wanting to be rude. Before he could realize, Jooheon had a heavy paper bag in his hands.

“Now, remember,” you said, “Drink a cup of tea every night before going to sleep. Just a few drops of oil over your chest should be enough. And I added a couple of lavender candles. They are my favorite for sleepless nights. I’m sure they will help you too. And don’t worry,” you touched his arm, squeezing it gently. “It’s on the house. Well, at least this time. Come back whenever you feel like it.”

You welcomed him every day after that for the next weeks. Jooheon would appear just as the sun was going down, and there wasn’t anyone around. It was when he felt more agitated, and when he needed the peace you offered the most. You taught him how to make different kinds of tea and he always helped you clean around as you told him stories about your day. Jooheon rarely shared anything about himself, and you feared the reason was the life he had before was taken from him. With each passing day, Jooheon was becoming something else.

The night that was fadded to happen, Jooheon could barely stand up. He could not remember how he got to the shop. He could barely remember anything other than stumbling in the darkroom he had been living and then crawling over broken glass. And he remembered seeing your face before everything went black.

When Jooheon came to his senses, the first thing noticeable was the gentle smell of lavender from the candles you had given to him. His entire body burned and ached, yet he could barely move, arms and legs being attached to the wall by heavy chains.

“I’m sorry I had to do this,” your voice came from across the room. When you came into focus, he noticed he was still at the shop, in the back room where you used to make your oils and lotions. “It will be better tonight, I’m sure. Drink this.” You kneeled by his side, pouring cold liquid in his mouth.

“What hap- what happened?” Jooheon stuttered, trying to sit down. You moved fast to remove the chains from his ankles but kept the ones around his wrist. It was already morning, but you needed to make sure.

“You need to remember, honey. You will not believe me if I just tell you. Drink more, it will help.”

Jooheon took the rest of the drink you gave him and squinted his eyes. Part of his clothes was ripped and covered with blood. On your forearm, Jooheon saw cuts shaped like claws. And then it started coming to him. “I did that to you, didn’t I?

“I was careless,” you said, shaking your head. “I thought I had everything prepared but you were stronger than I expected. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Now, close your eyes,” you sat on your knees and held his face with both hands. “Try to think, when did it all happen. Who did this to you?”

The memories came slowly, in flashes. Jooheon remembered his friends. He remembered being out with them one night, going into the woods at night. He remembered strange faces, people he never met before that were not really people. He remembered a fight, and screams, and blood and pain. He leaned against your hand, a tear rolling down his face. “I was not supposed to be alive.”

“No, honey,” you wiped away his tears, “The ones that did this to you, they can be a very mean kind. They should not have harmed you or your friends. And they should have not left you alone to deal with it by yourself,” you let him go, only to release the chains around his wrists. They were bruised a little, just like his ankles. You would have a full day of making oils and creams for both of you. And it was only the first night.

“Can you get up?” You got to your feet, helping him up by his arm. “You need to get cleaned up and eat. I’m afraid the only thing your stomach will hold is raw meat. With a lot of blood. And then I need you to help me fix the shop. You did quite a mess last night. But then again,” you shrugged, “so did I.”

“I should leave,” Jooheon wailed, trying to leave the hold of your hands. “I’m dangerous, I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Oh shush,” you scoffed, “Full moon lasts less than a week. From what I know, the first transformations are worse because your body is not used to it. You just need practice and be well fed. And when the full moon is gone you can leave. Or you could stay. Help me with the shop? You are always here anyway and already know your way around.”

You looked up at his face, Jooheon lost in thought and sadness. Walking him upstairs to your flat, you led him to the bathroom, where clean clothes waited for him. 

You spent so much time in the shop it made no sense to have a home elsewhere. Nobody ever been on the second floor before and you were glad Jooheon was the first. You might have pitted him at first for his situation, but over the past weeks, you grew overly fond of the boy who was more lost than ever.

And as you cleaned and patched his cuts, Jooheon, ever so embarrassed about the little destruction he has caused, asked you if he could stay.

“For as long as you want to,” you nodded, and for the first time, you had a quick glimpse of what a smile would look like on his face.

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Fluff - ✿

Smut - ♥

Angst - ★

Amber Lui

Snaps/Texts:

Amber when SM Announces her Relationship!Fem Reader ✿

Astro

Reactions:

Reaction to their Significant Other Wanting to Study Together  ✿

Reaction to their Girlfriend Flinching During a Fight  ★

Moodboards:

❀ soft moonbin ❀

Ateez

Moodboards:

🧤 Beige Seonghwa  🧤

Big Bang

Snaps/Texts:

G-Dragon/Jiyong Snaps & Texts When he Thinks you Slept with Another Member (mostly  ✿ implied  ♥)  (REPOST)

Block B

Snaps/Texts:

Ukwon Snaps & Texts When He Sees a Video of You Dancing

Ukwon Texts When He’s Jealous about you Spending Time with Taeil  (slight ★)(implied  ♥)

The Boyz

Lockscreens:

☂ younghoon 1☂

BTS

Snaps/Texts:

Jungkook Snaps When He Needs the Homework (implied  ♥)

V/Taehyung Snaps When You Can’t Sleep  ✿

J-Hope/Hoseok Snaps When You Can’t Sleep  ✿

Jungkook Snaps When You Can’t Sleep  ✿  (implied  ♥) (REPOST)

Jimin Snaps When You Can’t Sleep (REPOST)  ✿  (implied  ♥)

Rap Mon/Namjoon Snaps When You Can’t Sleep (REPOST)  ✿  (implied  ♥)

Suga/Yoongi Snaps When You Can’t Sleep (REPOST)  ✿

Jin Snaps When You Can’t Sleep (REPOST)  ✿

Jin Snaps & Texts When (Y/N) isn’t Feeling Well  ✿

Scenarios/Drabbles:

How Could I Pick - Female Member!AU  ✿

Reactions:

Reaction to their Girlfriend Surprising them while on Tour  ✿

Reaction to you cuddling them in their sleep (REPOST)  ✿

Reaction to you having messy morning hair (REPOST)  ✿

Reaction to their S/O Ignoring them for No Reason ✿ and ★

Reaction to their Female Member Wanting them to be in one of her YouTube Videos ✿

Moodboards:

Orange and Blue Namjoon

🍑 Peachy Day with JK 🍑

❣ Red J Hope ❣

💀 Grunge Min Yoongi 💀

♛ orange jungkook ♛

Lockscreens:

❉ jungkook 1 ❉

✴jhope 1 ✴

⋆ taehyung 1 ⋆

DEAN/ Kwon Hyuk

Moodboards:

☞ spontaneous travels w Dean ☜

Enhypen

Scenarios/Drabbles:

Let Me In (College Boyfriend!Jay)  ✿ ♥ (just suggestive)

Exid

Moodboards:

☺ Slumber Party w/ Hani  ☺

Exo

Moodboards:

Waiter Xuimin

Lockscreens:

☁baekhyun 1 ☁

Got7

Snaps/Texts:

Mark Snaps When He Comes to Visit You in LA  ✿

Reactions:

Reaction to their Significant Other Getting Touching during Couples Yoga  ♥

Reaction to their Significant Other Putting their Cold Feet on Them  ✿ (implied  ♥)

Reaction to Seeing a Cute Girl in a Coffee Shop (REPOST from A Era)  ✿

Ikon

Scenarios/Drabbles:

B.I. Drabble - You Write a Sad Song About him after you Break Up   ★

Moodboards:

Red Junhoe

Infinite

Moodboards:

Pastel Blue Dongwoo

Monsta X

Scenarios/Drabbles:

Morning Coffee - Minhyuk Coffee Shop!AU  ✿

Why Do You Think I Come Every Morning? - Kihyun High School!AU (Part 1) (Part 2)  ✿ (slight  ★)

I Won’t Let You Fall - Jooheon College!AU  ✿

Reactions:

Reaction to having a Parent-like Female Member  ✿

Reaction to Finding their Roommate/Crush Asleep on the Couch   ✿

Reaction to Catching their S/O Reading an Erotic Novel ♥ (but like barely)

Moodboards:

★ The City at Night w/ Minhyuk ★

✿ Quiet Days w/ Hyungwon ✿

♛ Backpacking w/ Changkyun ♛

Red Changhyun

☼ Park w/ Minhyuk ☼

New Years w/ Kihyun

❀ Boyfriend Aesthetic w/ Wonho ❀

☄ Photoshoot w/ Kihyun  ☄

💙 Pink and Blue Soft Jooheon 💙

Lockscreens:

♟ jooheon 1♟

Nct

Snaps/Texts:

Taeyong Snaps & Texts When He’s Having Trouble Dogsitting  ✿

Scenarios/Drabbles:

Shower Problems (Mark Lee x Fem Member)

Reactions:

NCT 127 Reaction When They Get to See Their Long Distance S/O After a Long Time   Hyung Line - Maknae Line✿

Moodboards:

☽ Traveling w/ Johnny ☾

♚ Museum Date w/ Doyoung ♚

Lockscreens:

❀ doyoung 1❀

Pentagon

Scenarios/Drabbles:

Secret Meeting - Kino x Trainee!Reader

Seventeen

Snaps/Texts:

Vernon Snaps & Texts when he’s Bored at School (REPOST)  ✿

Scenarios/Drabbles:

Dino Drabble - First Time Spending the Night at the Dorm  ✿

Reactions:

Seventeen Reaction to Being in a Power Couple  ✿

Seventeen Reaction to their Crush Coming to them Crying  ✿ (slight ★)

Seventeen Reaction to their S/O flinching during a Fight ★ (Hip Hop Unit) (Vocal Unit) (Performance Unit)

Seventeen Reaction to their S/O Getting Hurt  ✿ (Hip Hop Unit)  

Moodboards:

Red Pink Jeonghan (for Mel)

➹ Night Adventure w/ Jun and Jeonghan ➹

Lockscreens:

✦ joshua 1 ✦

MTLs:

Have a Whip Kink (gentle  ♥)

Shinee

Lockscreens:

♛  taemin 1 ♛

Stray Kids

Reactions:

Stray Kids Doing Aegyo For Something They Want (Maknae Line)  (Hyung Line) ✿

Scenarios/Drabbles:

University Nights (Bang Chan College!AU)  ♥

Timestamps:

11:58pm - Han

Moodboards:

✄ School Days with Hyunjin ✄

Lockscreens:

【bang chan 1】

Wanna One

Moodboards:

Turquoise Daniel Kang

Optional Bias/ Multiple Groups

Snaps/Texts:

Snaps & Texts When they Come Home from Tour  ✿

Stickers:

Transparent Sticker Pack 1

Scenarios/Drabbles:

6 Months - Optional Bias  ★