#monsta x snaps

[jeongsoo-jin]

Hi my loves, does anyone want to request snaps? I have a bit of free time to do them (:

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Jooheon’s family

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Trying something new with your boyfriend is always a thrill. Pairing: Mingi x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: nipple play, bondage, protected sex, safeword discussion/check-ins Word Count: 1,012 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Blow Your Mind by Monsta X

“You’re one hundred percent sure about this?” You ask again.

“I told you, sweetheart, I’m sure.” Mingi smiles sweetly at you, “I trust you, and we’re always safe when we try new things.”

You still feel a bit apprehensive about the entire situation. Yes, you and Mingi always experiment in the bedroom, but you’ve never ventured into physical restriction yet. Different kinks and games have always been fair game, and you’ve talked about them before. Physically stopping someone from moving feels like a different level to you. Mingi notices your still nervous state and pulls you against him. You easily sink against his body and the couch as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” He calls sweetly.

Looking up at him from your place, you see that same adoring look he always gives you. There’s not a single bit of worry or fear about the situation. It puts you a bit more at ease with everything. Still, Mingi can feel a bit of tension in your body and disposition.

“If you don’t want to, we won’t. Okay?”

You shake your head, “I want to. I think it could be really fun.”

“But?”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.” You admit.

Mingi pulls you tighter against him for a moment, “We always do our research to ensure we can be as safe as possible. We have a safe word for a reason, and if one of us needs it, we know what to do to help each other.” He reassures, “If you’re still really uncomfortable with it, we won’t do it. Consent is the most important thing.”

You nod and think momentarily, “We’ll research what we need to do to be safe and make a plan.”

“As we always do.” He smiles.

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“Is it too tight?” You ask, still fixated on the red ropes wrapped around Mingi’s wrists. 

He’s tethered to the bed frame, almost entirely naked except for his boxers. The pretty, shiny balls of his nipple bars glint in the light of the room. He’s already painfully hard in his boxers but insists that it would be part of the fun to be at your will, even to expose his cock to the cool air around you.

“No, it’s not too tight.” He confirms.

“And you don’t feel like you can just slip out either?”

“Nope!”

You hum, sitting back a bit to admire your work. Absent-mindedly, you run a hand over his torso, paying extra attention to his nipples. A slight whine escapes his lips when you pinch one of the perky brown buds. Your eyes snap down to his eyes and see that they’re blown wide with need. 

“Color?” “Green,” He smiles lazily, “I need you to ride me so badly, please?”

You smirk, playing with his prettily decorated nipples more. “Is that what you need, Mingi?”

He nods and tries to pull his hands forward. His body immediately jerked back to where he was lying back after just a few inches of tugging forward. A small chuckle escapes your lips at the action. Mingi, on the other hand, pouts slightly with the remembrance that he is stuck in his place.

Luckily for him, you’re already just as needy as he is. You let your hands drop to the waistband of his boxers and toy with the elastic for a few moments. His hips jerk up slightly as you brush over a rather sensitive spot. Tapping his hip, you silently ask him to lift up to remove the last bit of clothing. He doesn’t waste a moment lifting his hips, holding onto the headboard for leverage. His hard cock bounces forward against his lower stomach. A small bead of precum leaks onto the skin. Your mouth waters like a Pavlovian response to the sight of him. You don’t let it hold your attention for too long, though. You strip your little amount of clothing off your body and reach into the bedside table for a condom. 

Ripping the package open, you roll it down your boyfriend’s leaking member. He groans at the feeling of you finally touching him where he needs you most. You straddle his lap, rubbing your lower lips along the entire length of his cock. His eyes are fixated on where your pussy is grinding against him. His lower lip is pulled between his teeth, trying to exercise that last bit of self-restraint that he has. His hands are balled into fists, unsure what to do with them restricted above his head.

You finally sink yourself onto him slowly until you’re fully seated on his cock. A low groan escapes his throat. His voice quickly switches into a broken gasp as you lean forward to pull one of his pierced nipples into your mouth. You ride him slowly as you lick and nip at the perky buds. One thing you learned about your boyfriend through these experiences is that he absolutely loves it when you lightly bite his pierced chest. 

“C-color?” Mingi questions.

“So fucking green. Yours?”

“Couldn’t be any greener. Fuck, baby, fuck–”

He trails off into a string of profanities as you start riding him faster, making Mingi try to tug at the restraints again. One of your hands travels up his body to lace your fingers with his. It’s a small gesture, but you think he may need that small bit of gratification. He starts to give weak thrusts up into you, trying to supplement his need further. A moan escapes your lips as you roll your tongue around the ball of the piercing.

“B-baby,” he groans, “I don’t think I’ll last like this. You look so fucking hot riding me like this. I can’t touch you, but maybe that makes it even better.”

You chuckle, your breath fanning over his spit-covered chest, “I like this.”

Mingi moans loudly when you bounce particularly hard on him, “God– fuck, I do too babe. Maybe next time, I should tie you up.”

“That’s for next time. Right now, let me make you fall apart under me.”

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[astroyongie]

What would the monsta x member’s aftercare be like?😘😘

Monsta X Aftercare

Shownu: with him it will really depend on his mood. there will be times where after the deed, he will be quiet, minding his own post bliss and wanting to have personal space. other times he will be more chatty with you, providing feedback and wanting to hear feedback as well

Minhyuk: Pretty much like Shown but with slight differences. he is more casual about it. Minhyuk will offer aftercare but he will be expecting you to give some back. if he is touchy, he wants you to do the same. if he gets to prepare a bath, he wants you to take care of the food.

Kihyun and Jooheon: aftercare is very important to them because it is still part of the intercourse and a way to bond with you. usually their aftercare is based on kisses, long lasting ones, touches an hugs. they want to feel you close to them, dont want you to leave just yet. probably just fall asleep with you in their arms

Hyungwon: he isnt as soft with aftercare but he is thoughtful. meaning he wont be into kissing and snuggling his post bliss. he is the type to ask you how you are and if you need something. he will run you a bath or get you some water or food.

Changkyun: he is a little bit too romantic with his aftercare. after the session he is the type to snap a picture or two, to keep the affection with soft words of encouragement and light snuggles and hugs. its probably the best part about it all before he disappears

[jae-bummer]

The Intervention

Prompt: Hi ✨ I just found your blog and I'm reading through My Idol s2 after finishing s1. It's so much fun! Can I request prompt #16 with Monsta X?

16) Going out to dinner with your bias group and it is growing increasingly obvious that someone at the table has a crush.

Pairing: Monsta X SURPRISE x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Song rec as you read: Got My Number - Monsta X

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"Y/N," Hyungwon said solemnly, guiding you toward a seat. "I didn't want to be the one to say this, but-"

"I'll say it," Changkyun gasped. "We hate your boyfriend. This is an intervention."

"I-" you paused, your mouth falling open as you actually took in Changkyun's words. "You what?"

Hyungwon pushed you into the chair and patted you lightly on the shoulder. "Let's get you a drink."

"Hold on," you said furrowing your brows. "What do you mean you hate Jun? You said you liked Jun!"

"We lied," Kihyun said shortly, shoving a complimentary chip covered in salsa into his mouth. "Next question."

"So...you brought me...to a restaurant...to tell me you hate my boyfriend?" you hissed, trying to tap down your annoyance.

"We thought it was best to pick a public place," Jooheon nodded. "So there wouldn't be a scene."

"This isn't real," you grumbled. "You ambushed me."

"They'll have a strawberry margarita," Minhyuk confirmed from your left as the waiter reappeared. "Sugar instead of salt, probably best if you make it a double."

"And a water," Kihyun piped in. "You should stay hydrated."

"Thanks," you managed, teeth barred. "So considerate of you."

"I thought so," Kihyun hummed with an award winning smile. "Salsa?"

Shaking your head, you heaved a sigh. "What exactly do you not like?"

"Oh, ripping the band-aid right off then, okay," Changkyun said, straightening. "Well, first off, he's fucking weird."

"Oh, if that's not the pot calling the kettle black," you muttered.

"No, I'm weird in a quirky, artistic way," Changkyun insisted. "He's weird in a, I wonder if there's a woman being held captive in his basement, type of way."

Your eyes widened. "What is that even supposed to mean?"

"I thought it was fairly clear," Changkyun huffed.

"Shownu," Minhyuk said, poking the leader of their small gang of bullies. "Are you going to contribute anything?"

Shownu looked up from the menu, a bit lost. "Have you noticed that he smells mildly like kimchi? But like...not in a good way?"

"Okay, I'm leaving," you snapped, slowly sliding your chair away from the table, only for Hyungwon to catch the back and hold you in place.

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "You're not allowed to leave until you hear our solution."

"Before there is any type of solution," you hissed. "I'm going to need some valid reasons for why I should not be dating him."

The silence around you grew heavy. It seemed like none of them wanted to break the news to you.

Taking a deep breath, Minhyuk took your hands into his. "Y/N, love, you don't even like him."

You opened your mouth only to close it again. He wasn't entirely wrong. Jun was not the easiest person to be with and he was a bit odd. In general, you had fun with him, but there wasn't a whole lot past that surface level.

"I'm happy!" you found yourself arguing nonetheless. "I'm totally happy!"

Minhyuk quirked a brow.

"It's fine," you grimaced. "Totally could get better in time."

"I know you've only been dating for like five minutes," Kihyun sighed, crossing his arms. "But it may be best to cut your losses."

"Why do you guys care?" you groaned. "You haven't interfered before!"

"That you know of," Hyungwon muttered. Spinning around in the opposite direction, you eyed him.

"Don't look at me!" he gasped, shooting a look toward Changkyun.

You directed your gaze toward the youngest man.

Making a point to look away, he cleared his throat. "There may have been that one time."

"Changkyun," you whispered, using his name as a warning.

"It was for the greater good!" he gasped. "I promise."

"And what exactly is this greater good? And who was it?!"

"Well, if you insist on getting the truth today," he muttered, crossing his arms. "One of us-"

"We just want to see you happy," Jooheon cut in, giving his fellow rapper an elbow to the side.

You furrowed your brows. "But-"

"Which brings us to our solution!" Hyungwon chirped happily. "Minhyuk, if you will?"

"So our solution," Minhyuk said, radiating excitement about their master plan.

"You date one of us," Changkyun interrupted, nodded proudly.

"What?" you croaked.

Looking to each boy in turn, they all wore proud expressions, as if this was the best possible idea you could be presented with.

"I'm sorry," you groaned. "I think I just hallucinated."

"Kihyun was the first to volunteer," Minhyuk nodded. "But honestly, a few of us are willing to step up."

Your focus switched over to the boy in question, the tips of his ears a bright red.

"Not in any kind of permanent sense," Jooheon rushed out. "Just enough to create the ruse of a love triangle and give you reason to break up with the guy."

"I dunno," Shownu managed around a mouth full of food. "I think Kihyun thought it was in a permanent sense."

"No," Kihyun chirped. "I mean - If it were - I mean - I"

"I also volunteered," Changkyun nodded. "But so did Hyungwon and if you want to really make a guy feel bad about himself, you should leave him for Hyungwon."

"He is the ideal physical specimen," Minhyuk nodded solemnly.

"And I'm not?!" Kihyun gasped, a hand on his chest. "I think I'm incredibly easy on the eyes."

"Obviously you're good looking and approachable enough to become an idol, but -"

"End the sentence there please," Kihyun snapped.

You sat in stunned silence.

"Y/N?" Kihyun asked, unfurrowing his brows as he looked to you. His eyes softened. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not fake dating one of you," you snapped. "That's-"

"Then real date one of us," Jooheon said simply.

Maybe you were slow on the uptake. "Huh?"

"Real date one of us," Minhyuk repeated. His eyes swept from Hyungwon to Kihyun and then finally landed on Changkyun.

"You say that like it's the easiest thing in the world," you exhaled.

"Isn't it?" Changkyun said quietly, avoiding eye contact. "I know...one of us..."

The room suddenly felt much too small and the air much too thick. You could tell that the guys were speaking to you, but you couldn't hear a word.

Okay, so maybe you were on board with breaking up with Jun. You recognized that if it took this small of an argument for you to consider it, it likely wasn't meant to be in the first place, but...

Date one of them? One of your best friends? Changkyun alluded to someone in the group having a crush on you for some time, so how did you not see it? Did you just ignore the signs all of these years?

How could you date one of the monstas without the fear of something going wrong and messing up the whole group dynamic? No, it was much safer being totally platonic.

"I can't," you broke through your thoughts. "I'm...I'm sorry guys."

Before anyone could stop you, you pushed away from the table and slid around Hyungwon. His narrow frame attempted to block your exit, but you managed to sidestep away. While heading toward the door, you couldn't ignore the sound of breaking glass behind you.

The waiter had finally returned with your drink...just when the boys had surged forward to follow you.

Well, shit.

Unsure if you were going to laugh or cry, you made the safe choice to continue outside in case it was the latter. Turning the corner, you nestled yourself in an alley between the restaurant and the shop next door. Heaving in deep breaths as if you had been drowning, you leaned against the cool brick building. The cold cut through the thin fabric of your top, causing you to shiver.

"Y/N!" you heard several voices call. "Y/N?"

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on your breathing. They would find you and then what?

"Y/N," a familiar voice huffed, relief evident in its tone.

Peeking out of one eye, then the other, you slowly tilted your face up to address a margarita-red and dripping Kihyun.

"Hey," you said softly, feeling a smirk tug at the corner of your lips. He looked ridiculous.

"You can laugh," he grinned. "Our waiter has exquisite timing."

"Apparently," you chuckled, shaking your head. This whole thing was insanity.

"Y/N," he sighed, the grin on his face replaced with a stern expression. "None of us wanted to pressure you. Usually when we bring up an idea you don't like, you shut us down, tell us we're idiots, and we all go about our day. Why was this any different?"

"Because this wasn't a plan to skydive in our underwear," you muttered. "This was me DATING one of you."

Kihyun winced. "Well, when you put it like that."

"Yeah," you grumbled. "See where I'm coming from?"

After a few moments of silence, Kihyun pursed his lips. "You could've said you don't have feelings for me. It would have sucked, but I would've been able to take it."

Your attention shot back to his face. "I'm sorry, did I miss a chapter?"

"I...I thought," he trailed, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. "I thought Changkyun and Shownu's comments made it pretty obvious-"

"No!" you gasped. "At no time during that lunch did I assume it was you, Ki."

"Oh," he chirped, his face turning a nice shade of pink. "Well...uh...in that case...um...disregard all of that?"

It was Kihyun. Kihyun had a crush on you, and you had never seen it...

You tried to go into your brain's way back machine and think back to any intimate moments the two of you had shared. Sure, you had cuddled a time or two on a movie night, but which of them hadn't you cuddled at this point? He teased you, he made sure you were taken care of, and he cooked for you constantly. You thought he was just being nice.

Glancing toward Kihyun, you considered him - like, really, considered him. He was absolutely adorable, you had always known that. It was the way the tips of his ears turned red when he was embarrassed. Or the way when he smiled, his cheeks dented a little bit with unique laugh lines you had never seen before. Or maybe it was his smile itself that was so refreshing. Earning a smile from him was better than any compliment you could receive.

It was more than possible to fall in love with him and the fact that it had snuck up on you like this...was terrifying.

"Okay," you said quietly, nodding more to yourself than to him.

"Okay?" he asked. "We're good?"

"Yes," you hummed, still trying to parse out your thoughts. "I mean no, I mean...yes we are good, but no, not in that way."

He crossed his arms. "Explain."

"Okay," you said simply. "Let's do this."

"Do what...exactly?"

"Date," you nodded. "But if you mess this up Yoo Kihyun, you do not get our friends in the breakup."

"Guess we just won't break up then." he said, a smile now fighting to overtake his lips. "But Y/N...just one thing?"

"Hm?"

"You should probably break up with your boyfriend first."

[yourfatherlucifer]

So seonghwa is dating an idol and the both perform at kcon but seonghwa doesn't know that s/o is having an special stage with another idol and her outfit in both stages (her own and with the other idol) are very revealing so he gets kinda mad

Idol!Seonghwa x Idol!female!reader

Summary : ⬆️⬆️⬆️

Warnings: NSFW MDNI

My first smut on here, please enjoy, I’m using bullet points for this time! Thanks for the request anon!

It was your very first time performing at KCON, especially performing your risqué Collab song in front of so many people.

Your partner, Son Hyunwoo, Shownu of Monsta X, a big beefy man, a third Gen idol, known for sensual performances and his good looks.

Seonghwa knew the man, he was friends with him. Hell, the entirety of ateez was friends with Monsta X. He admired them.

But seeing his lover, another idol, L/N Y/N performing with said man, was another story.

Especially the outfit she was wearing to match his. The crop top that reached just below her breasts, a black harness wrapped around her chest, that pushed up her breasts just right.

The skirt she wore, just barely covering anything to the naked eye.

How could she wear such a thing, especially with the way Shownu was touching her, his hands reaching to her waist.

The pair swaying to the music, her vocals reverberating in the air.

Seonghwa was gripping the chairs armrest, no one knew of their relationship, yet here she is, dancing like no one else is in the room but shownu and her.

Oh he could hear the rumors now. Shownu and Y/N in a relationship. Only Seonghwa and her, plus the rest of his members, would know the truth.

The rest of ateez could see just how hard Seonghwa was clenching his jaw.

“Is everything alright, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong had asked, he was concerned.

He snapped out of his trance and took a look at his leader.

“No. She didn’t tell me about this performance. I mean, I knew she was gonna perform with someone, she never showed me her new song.”

His jaw was clenched tightly once again, eyes darting over to the stage.

She had just finished her performance.

It had ended with her in Shownu’s arms, his hand resting on her face, chests pressed together. Faces inches apart.

It really was just fan service.

Seonghwa knew that, but he couldn’t help feeling angry and jealous, he wouldn’t admit being jealous, no.

Seonghwa took this chance to leave his group dressing room and take off to hers.

After ushering out all of her stuff, saying it was important. They left him be. I

She already knew she was in trouble after the performance. She always told Seonghwa everything, but she wanted this performance to be a surprise.

She left the stage, hugging her Collab partner goodbye.

As she slowly trudged to her dressing room, she felt a pit in her stomach begin to form.

Just what has she got herself into..

“Took you long enough. You know what you did, so you took your sweet little time getting to me.”

The door behind her was locked shut.

“Hwa-“

“Don’t Hwa me, get on the couch and strip.”

Her eyes had widened, she didn’t realize her performance would make him this upset.

She knew if she spoke another word it would just rile him up more.

She removed her garments and sat on the couch, completely bare.

Her lover basked in her beautiful body.

“Always so lovely for me.”

He approached her, loosening his bottoms.

“Lean back.”

As he sat next to her, his hand slipping over to her dripping heat, excited over just the bare minimum.

“You must’ve known how I’d react, you’re already so wet for me, naughty.”

She could feel seonghwa’s smirk against her neck.

“Seonghwa please.”

He slapped her inner thigh, “Who said you could speak? Bad girls don’t get to talk.”

Soon enough he plunged two fingers in, not even prepping her for the second finger.

It was her punishment after all.

“You should have told me about this performance beforehand. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been so upset.”

“Then again, he was handsy and so were you. I probably still would’ve been upset.”

She gripped his forearms as he pumped his digits deep inside her. His thumb occasionally lifting up to paw at her clit.

“Should I even let the bad girl cum? I don’t think I should.”

She whimpered and writhed, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving her.

She needed to cum, how could he not let her?

He smirked at the distraught yet pleasured look on her face.

Curling his fingers up towards the spongy walls, he whispered in her ear.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

He removed his fingers.

“Get dressed, no touching yourself until we’re home. I have a performance to get to.”

She was shocked nonetheless as he left her high and dry.

She regretted that performance.

[breezybangtanbebe]

Underwater: Monsta X Hyung Line ❤️‍🔥

A/N: just me thinking about how the guys would react to making their woman squirt. Something short and nasty. Don't mind me.🌚

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Shownu

Not really known to be a sloppy guy, Hyunwoo is usually an efficient lover. Even when he cums, he prefers it to be inside of you.

He's not picky about where exactly but it's rare for him to let a drop of his cum sully your skin or the sheets, despite you wanting it all over you sometimes.

Up until the first time he made you squirt.

His muscles strained from hinging his hips back and forth, pinning you beneath him on his king-sized bed. Your legs are pushed back with his hands slotted under your knees and you can barely breathe.

But you'd risk passing out for how heavenly Hyunwoo's dick felt plunging into you at the deep angle.

"Hyun.." you stutter, gasping sharply when the tip of him hits you right on that rigid spot between your walls, causing you to beg for him never to stop.

As if he could. Hyunwoo grunts in tandem with his strokes and all of his body's focus goes into hitting your spot over and over until the dam breaks.

Its warmth is unexpected and the way it makes you clench around his shaft has him gasping.

"Fuck.." he shudders, his mouth hanging open as he leans back to watch his dick spearing into your waterfall.

Your eyes are rolling back into your head and your jaw slacks as you cry out, a shiver overtaking you as you plummeted.

Hyunwoo fucks you through what had to be the sexiest climax he'd ever seen and he couldn't care less about the puddle forming beneath you.

Wonho

Fucking you from behind was when it usually happened. Hoseok had a way of driving himself down into your walls that always hit you directly where your pussy begged to be stimulated.

Your face had become one with the bedding, drool, and tears staining the pillowcase as your lover drilled into you. You hiccuped his name over and over.

To him, it's barely discernable but he loved hearing you groan and whimper for him.

Hoseok's huge hands dug dents into your waist with one foot planted flat beside your knee.

He fucked you hard and precisely, ensuring the arch of your back was sufficient enough for him to be as deep as he can be.

"Let it go. Give it to me.." he growls, snapping into you faster. All the air in your lungs rushes out of you the moment you're hit with the hardest orgasm of your life.

Ok, maybe you were exaggerating but it always felt that way when your walls clenched onto Hoseok for dear life. A waterspout of lust erupts all over his shaft, splashing his hairless pelvis and naval.

He tips his head back and relishes in the wetness, pulling your body back against him for a few more strokes before pulling out.

Warm spurts of cum jut from his tip just as it emerged from your dripping cunt, painting your entrance with his signature.

Minhyuk

Oh, this sadistic fucker makes it his goal to make you squirt.

One hand around your throat, the other busy strumming your clit at a torturous pace, Minhyuk bucks his hips upward as you ride him tirelessly.

His bent knees gave you the support needed to maintain a steady bounce and your back arched the moment you felt him hitting just where you needed him.

The sheets were already wrinkled and wet from the last time you came on his dick but he didn't care. He needed to feel that rush again and again until you had nothing left to give.

"I...I can't..Minnie please.." you mewl, screwing your eyes shut from the intensity.

He smiles cruelly at your pitiful pleas for release, his fingers and hips never stalling their efforts to push you over the edge again.

"Yes, you can. C'mon..just one more.." he urges, his brow inverting when he feels you squeezing him.

It was as if lightning had struck within your core and your entire body trembled as you released the monsoon of satisfaction all over Minhyuk's hard veiny length.

It sprays all over his pelvis and he curses loudly as he too returns your gift with one of his own, filling you up with his seed.

Kihyun

Kihyun was addicted to making you squirt. It was the highlight of his day and night. Especially after he'd had a terrible one.

He found solace between your thighs with his lip caressing yours. His tongue dips between them to part you slowly, flattening to lick a sinuous line over your pink flesh.

His hands curl under your thighs and he hoists them up over his shoulders as he nuzzles your heat, licking your clit until you shake.

He switches his tactic quickly from slow licks to quick pressured flicks of his tongue, humming in harmony with your moans. You grip his hair and writhe beneath him, lifting your head to watch him work.

His eyes are closed softly and his expression is relaxed from what you can see. He seems comfortable teasing your sensitive bud and he doesn't stop until he slides two fingers inside.

"Want you to cum baby.." he slurs in that deep drunken tone that drives you wild. His fingers fuck you slowly, gently stretching you before finding exactly what he was looking for.

Kihyun resumes laving your clit with his tongue, swirling and flicking it as he rubbed against your G-spot roughly. He knew what he was doing and exactly what your body needed. It was overwhelming and heavenly all at once, and it was not long before you felt that familiar tingle rippling all over your body.

"Kihyun! Oh fuck..Ki.." you cry out as his fingers curled slightly as they dug into you. Your hips lift from the bed and he follows you, never letting up. You're canting by now, letting him know that you were close. He hums against your pussy in encouragement, his eyes now open and locked with yours.

His name dies out to a hoarse gasp the moment the rush of your release spurts out to a chorus of moans and chuckles. Kihyun's busied tongue pauses over your clit but his fingers never stop pulling your trigger and he bites his lip as he relished in the warmth of your juices splashing him in the face.

He opens his mouth to catch what he can and leans forward to replace his finger with his tongue to finish you off.

At this point, your tensed legs fall open like butterfly wings, lifeless and flimsy as you surrender to the luscious feeling of Kihyun licking you clean.

🌚Might do a part 2 with Maknaes🌚

[fvllingflower]

BLAME ME

pairing: idol!wonwoo fem!reader (afab genitalia)

genre: pure smut

warning: cursing, nude photos, cockwarming, boob play/sucking, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, dom!reader

song suggestion: blame me by monsta x

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You and Wonwoo were just laying in bed, cuddled up, watching TV. For some reason you had an urge in you to continuously kiss his face, he just chuckled at your cuteness. You finally decided to sit on top of his body, blocking his view.

"Baby I'm watching the show," He pouted.

"But I'm bored," You whined.

"Yeah? What do you want me to do about that?" He smirked. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your waist. You leaned forward and cupped his face and started making out with him. All he's been is too busy for you, cause of that you've gone two weeks without his touch so when he told you he'd be home for the weekend you were thrilled.

You slowly took off your oversized shirt. Your boobs now directly in his face. He placed kisses across your chest before doing anything else. He finally moved your body closer to him as he took your boob into his mouth and started sucking. As he sucked away like he was thirsty, you started grinding against his clothed cock. Wonwoo lost in satisfaction, he bit your nipple making you moan loudly without repercussion. His other hand now playing with your other boob, he started squeezing and pinching your nipple. Your hands slipping under his shirt as you clawed at his chest while you continued to grind your clothed pussy against him. You eventually pulled his shirt off of him.

"Oh Wonwoo," You whined. His mouth now switching to your other boob. Sucking away and nipping. You pulled his face up to yours and started making out with him again, still continuing to grind on him. His hand finally letting go of your boob and trailing down your body and into your panties. His two long fingers slipped into your hole. He started fucking you with his fingers. He laid you down onto your back to make it easier for him to finger fuck you and suck your tits. Your hand gripped his hair and the other clawing his back. Due to all the pleasure your body was receiving, your rope snapped and you released all over his hand and on your panties.

"God you look so hot," He smiled. He took his hand out from you underwear and licked his fingers cleaned and gave a satisfied hum as he did so.

"Do you wanna sit on my dick?" He asked and you nodded weakly.

"Baby you know I like it when you're verbal," He caressed your face.

"Yes please," You whispered. With that he got up and pulled his underwear off. He sat back down in bed and picked you up.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes," You smiled. He sat you down on his cock and you two moaned in harmony at the feeling.

"You feel so warm," He groaned as he held your body close to him. You sat there kinda hazed but managed to admire everything. His cat shaped brown eyes, his messy black hair, his flushed face, his soft lips, the tiny moles near his eye, the tiny holes on his ears due to piercings, you felt safe.

"You're so beautiful," You mumbled.

"You're the true beauty here baby," He smiled and kissed you softly.

"Baby can I take a photo of us like this?" He suddenly asked and you smiled.

"Only for you to see right?" You asked.

"Yes, plus I wanna be the only one to know what you look like without clothes," He winked.

"Yes you may then," You smiled.

He leaned over slightly and grabbed his phone. He swiped to go to the camera and made it the camera have a countdown. He sat his phone against the lamp and clicked the button.

3...2...1 SNAP!

He grabbed his phone and looked at the photo with a grin.

"Do you wanna see?" He asked.

"Of course," You smiled.

He tilted the phone and showed you the photo. You face was slightly hidden in the crook of his neck due to shyness. His hands held the bottom of your thighs and oh the way he was looking at you. You could tell just from his face how much he admired you.

"I wish you didn't hide your pretty face but it's okay," He kissed your cheek. He clicked out of the photo and placed his phone back onto the nightstand.

As much as you loved the feeling of being full, you really wanted to be fucked. You decided to moved up and down which caused a moan from Wonwoo.

"Ohh- baby you gotta warn me before you do that," His hands gripped your ass.

"Do you want me to continue?" You asked with concern.

"Yes please," He muttered.

You started bouncing on his lap. Soon all you could hear was skin on skin slapping against each other. You started moving your hips and grinding against him. You don't know what it was but this is the most vocal Wonwoo has ever been during sex but shit how his moans turned you even more on. As you were grinding you felt him slap you ass making you moan loudly.

"Fuck Won," You threw your head back as this feeling you were receiving. You continued moving your body and Wonwoo's hands traveled your body like he was trying to memorize every last bit of you. Soon enough you feel the knot in you tighten and tighten until it snaps all over him. He continued moving his body until he released everywhere. You fell forward against his chest and you tried to catch your breath. He rubbed your back and peppered kisses all over your face.

"You did so good baby," He whispered against your shoulder. You felt him soften inside you so you pulled out.

You guys got cleaned and changed into clean clothes. You guys got back into bed and cuddled up and started watching a movie. As the movie was playing you felt a sense of comfort.

"I've missed you," You looked up at him.

"I've missed you too," He kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry I've been so busy lately," He added.

"It's okay honey, I know you can't control your schedule," You smiled softly.

"I love you baby," He sat up. You sat up as well.

"I love you too," He cupped your face and kissed your lips softly. He pulled away but you chased his lips. As you two kissed he pulled on his lap. His hands falling back onto your ass.

"Are you that starved, that you want more?" He whispered against your lips.

"Oh those two weeks were miserable without your touch," You whined and kissed him again.

Bzz Bzz!

"Just ignore it," You demanded.

Wonwoo smiled and kisses your cheek. He reaches for his phone to check what it was. It was a text from his group chat with the rest of the guys. You weren't sure what he read but whatever it was made his eyes widened.

"Shit.." He whispered angrily.

"What's wrong baby," You asked concerned.

"I somehow clicked the call button while we were fucking and it was to the group chat with the guys..." He couldn't bare to see your face. He'd understand if you were pissed at him.

"Who all joined?" You asked.

"Seungcheol, Joshua, Jun, Soonyoung, Mingyu, Minghao, and Vernon," He answered shamefully.

"What did they say about it?" You held his hands.

"I didn't read that bit," He slowly picked his head up.

"I'm not mad, if that's what you're scared of," You cupped his face.

"Why aren't you mad?" He seemed confused.

"Because now they know I am yours and you make me feel good, and that I love you," You smiled.

"Am I a little shocked and embarrassed? Well yeah but who wouldn't be, plus honey I don't think that's worth me being angry over," You kissed his lips softly.

"I'm lucky to have you," He smiled softly.

[violetsiren90]

Blame Me: Chapter 1 | Jungkook/Reader

Pairing: artist!freespirit!Jungkook/noona!f!Reader

Genre: Best friend's younger brother; slow burn; friends to lovers; eventual romance; eventual smut; neighbors/childhood friends au; forbidden(ish) love; summer love.

Summary: Upon returning to your hometown after breaking off your engagement to your boyfriend of three years, you reconnect with your childhood bestfriend as you attempt to put the pieces of your life back togethe r. It seems like nothing has changed in the sleepy little town until your bestie's younger brother returns home from college - very, very grown. As the summer stretches on, the stakes get higher - can you play with fire without getting burned, or have you ignited a flame that won't be extinguished?

Chapter Warnings: All my fics are 18+ (minors, dni); allusions to an unhappy home environment/neglect; descriptive scenes of shared meals (the characters will eat together a lot in this fic, as it is part of a family dynamic); mentions of promiscuity made in jest; the accidentally-in-bed-together trope; brief panic attack symptoms; MC has some issues with guilt and feeling like a burden

Updates: When I can! Life has been crazy lately.

Author's note: This is so incredibly late in coming, and I really struggled with it for whatever reason (the initial inspo was there and then it just wasn't coming) but I am still excited to tell this story and thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to read it!

*Inspired by "Blame Me" by Monsta X 💕

In case no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️ 💜

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You watched the shiny white Tesla that had been your Uber grow smaller and smaller down the long shady stretch of Tiger Lily Lane. You stood on the sidewalk, behind you the warm asphalt of the road and long shadows of the tall, sprawling elms, and before you your childhood home. It was a little grey house with a blue door and white trim, kitchen windows like jovial eyes, curved at the top, staring out over a lawn overrun with crabgrass and lined with bushes of pale pink roses that grew flush with the unpainted picket fence. The porch swing was beginning to show signs of rust, but the two little hanging pots of azaleas that flanked it on either side were blooming and bright. The windows and flowers seemed to loudly stare out into the street,  assuring neighbors and passersby of a happy home, but you knew better. 

You shifted your duffel bag on your shoulder and sighed. You weren't ready to go in. The house into which your family had moved when you were in the third grade had never really been a home to you. In fact, it had been a place you had left. By choice. Granted you had paid the occasional visit, by choice. Because visits were temporary. This wasn't a visit - and the moment you walked through those doors, you would be shutting forever a chapter of your life in which, as stormy as it had been in recent days, had rescued you from the one before it.

An ugly feeling that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach since the pilot had announced that your plane was starting its decent was making itself well known as you stood outside the gate of house number 9195.

A voice snapped you out of your nauseated reverie, and as you turned to see its owner, new feelings washed over you. Better ones. In the lawn of 9197 Tiger Lily Lane stood a pretty, slim young woman with a sharply cut, silky black bob. Her catlike dark eyes were bright and intense, her face bare but lovely, and her clothes simple but strikingly presentable.

    "Y/n!" she called again, her arms extended with open palms in a gesture of embrace and inquisition.

    "Jiah!" you shouted, dropping your duffel with a thud and jogging into the ungated yard where she stood.

    No sooner were you within arm's reach than she pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you from side to side as she pressed out of you, along with all the air in your lungs, a muffled laugh. Suddenly grasping you by the shoulders, she jerked you back so she could look at you. You grabbed her arms to steady yourself, continuing to gasp out bursts of laughter as you protested.

"Jiah, hold on! Woah! I'm gonna fall!"

    "Who cares about that! I haven't seen you since...oh my god, since the summer we finished undergrad, I think? How are you? Are you going to be in town for a few days?"

You looked back over your shoulder to where two bulging suitcases stood beside your abandoned duffel, then back to Jiah's inquisitive gaze.

    "It's gonna be more than a few days, Ji."

    She squeezed your shoulder as she cocked her head to the side.

    "Wait, are you moving back?"

    You mustered a weary, uncertain smile.

    "Surprise!" you offered weakly. Her smile faded, lips drawing into a pensive purse.

    "You haven't even been in there yet, have you?" she asked gravely, her eyes searching yours, hand still on your shoulder. You shook your head, lowering your gaze groundward. She sighed.

    "Alright, c'mon," she said suddenly, marching toward your pile of luggage.

    She grabbed the duffel and tossed it at you, wheeling the other two bags up the driveway behind her.

    "You're coming with me for now. We have some catching up to do."

You didn't protest as you followed her over the threshold of the Jeon household for the first time in a long while.

    Linen. Every house has its very own unique scent - one that draws you into its aura, for good or ill, and wraps you in all of the memories and feelings it has afforded you; it can take you back to a moment in time, and who you were in that moment, unmistakable and fleeting - a smoke ring of a portal to a previous reality. Jiah's house smelled like linen. And lilacs? Something floral, but even more delicate.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as you stood just inside the door. The sick feeling in your stomach began to shrink. Every muscle in your body began to soften. You could hear the laughter of years ago. You could feel the bubbly schoolgirl giddiness of slumber parties under forts of sheets. Movie nights with cartons of takeout. Summer afternoons laying in the grass and tossing lazy wishes up at puffy white clouds. 

    "Y/n? Have you even been listening to me?"

You opened your eyes and blinked at Jiah, who was standing in front of you with two bottles of grapefruit IPA and a look of mild annoyance.

    "Sorry," you offered with a sheepish smile, slipping off your shoes, and traded the duffel in your right hand for one of the beers in answer to the question you had missed.

You followed her into the living room and plopped down next to her on a pretty white couch you didn't recognize, taking a long, wheaty swig from your bottle. She folded her legs up under herself and turned toward you, fixing you with earnest, expectant eyes. You raised an eyebrow quizzically.

    "Well, aren't you gonna tell me?" she pressed.

You smiled to yourself. Always so direct, Jeon Jiah. Even with half a decade stretching between this moment and the last you spent together, things were the very same. You were the Libra - the dramatic, messy one. The one with a heart full of dreams and a head in the clouds. She was the Capricorn with the strong sense of direction and the practical perspective. You always seemed to be in a quandary and she never failed to have a hard take on the situation. You sighed, taking another long sip of beer.

    "Have we really talked at all since freshman year of undergrad?" Jiah shook her head.

    While you had fought like hell to get out of Bellpond - even if it meant chasing your father's dreams of law school instead of your own - Jiah, who desperately wanted to join you in New York, had set aside her own longings to attend a local college while helping the family store survive the recession. Telling her the truth of what happened was going to be painful. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to transcend the assumption that what you were about to say would let her down.

    "It was a guy, wasn't it?"

You shot wide eyes up at her, mouth agape at her sudden interjection. 

"What?" she pressed with a shrug as she sipped her own beverage,

"That's always what it is with you."

    You blinked, trying to form some sort of protest while failing to find any evidence in memory to counter her claims. You settled for a rueful smile and a huff. 

    "I guess I always have had pretty terrible taste in men," you conceded.

    "Pretty terrible?" she pushed, her face pinching into a comically overt censoriousness. "It's like your number one turn-on is red flags!"

    "Hey!" you rebutted, launching yourself at her shoulder in a playful shove, and sloshing her beer in the process.

You froze in panic as she glanced down at her dampened cardigan, and then at you.

    "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

You jumped up and backed away, holding your hands outstretched in front of you as she stood up and slowly and menacingly advanced toward you. 

    "This is my favorite sweater," she hissed in a whisper.

    "Jiah, I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!" you whined, manic laughter punctuating your words as you backed around the coffee table.

    "It has lady bugs on the bottom," she hissed again, eyes narrowing as she raised the right hem to gesticulate at the embroidered insects in question.

    "And they're very cute," you placated, hands still raised in self defense. "Look, I said I was - Aaahh!!"

    She lunged at you mid-sentence, and you shrieked, tripping over your own feet in an attempt to flee and you toppled, one after the other, in a heap on the plush carpet. Before you could find out if your friend was in fact as strong as she had been in high school, the front door swung open and a familiar voice filled the room.

    "Jeon Jiah, get up off the floor and help your imo with all these damn groceries! I had to - AHHHH!"

    You looked up at the figure in the door as she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. She was a petite bombshell of a woman in her early fifties, who, had you not known otherwise, you wouldn't have pegged for a day over forty. Bright and expertly executed makeup adorned her features - softer and rounder than Jiah's. Her permed dark hair was pulled up in a colorful bohemian wrap, and she wore compression pants, neon orange Nike's, and a crop top with a print of Joan Jett flipping the bird. She had dropped the bags of citrus and apples she had been carrying, sending the fruits rolling across the floor.

    "Aebeolle!" She shrieked, running forward, and bending down to pull you up by your armpits into a half-stand so she could crush you in a hug. 

    "Rosie!" You propped yourself up on your knees so that you could wrap your arms around the tiny woman's middle.

    Imo to her niece and nephew, she was Rosie to everyone else. While Jiah's mother had been the responsible one, staying out of trouble, and working in the family store after school, Rosie had been the wild child. Smart as a whip but with no patience for the system, Rosie had dropped out of high school at seventeen and jumped on a tour bus the following summer as the groupie of a grunge band. She hadn't looked back until Christmas Eve of 1999, when her whole world was shattered by a phone call.

She had taken the next flight back to the hometown she had promised to never set foot in again so that by Christmas morning she could have her niece and nephew in wrapped her arms. She left behind her life in the fast lane to take over running the Jeon's store and raise her sister's kids in their family home. 

She had been there for you, too. On those nights you climbed out of your window, a backpack slung over your shoulder stuffed with clothes and a toothbrush, to tap softly on their front door. On the following mornings she had filled your stomach with warm, hearty dakjuk and fluffy slices of milk bread, and let you watch cartoons as she worked out the knots clinging to your neglected hair. She offered the warmest hugs, the softest words of direction, and the loudest cheers of praise. She had always called you "aebeolle" which was Korean for "caterpillar", and she had always given you the nurture you needed to survive. If she hadn't, you weren't sure where you would have come by it.

    "What are you doing here? You finally paying us a visit?" she asked, clapping her hands to your cheeks.

    "She was about to tell me about how some guy wrecked her life. Again."

Jiah interjected, earning herself a smack on the shoulder.

    "Jiah, you brat!" Rosie chided, as she helped you to your feet.

She glanced up at you through fake lashes.

"You really do have the worst taste in men, though."

    You sighed in defeat.

    "Ugh, you two," you blustered, "Where is Jungkook when I need backup?"

    "Headed this way, for the summer, actually," Rosie remarked as she collected the fruit strewn across the floor.

    "So he decided to slum it, huh?" Jiah huffed, "I thought he was going to Ontario, or wherever the heck that last girl he met at that festival was from."

    Rosie shrugged, shaking her head with a smile.

    "I've lost track," she chuckled.

    You blinked.

    "Wait, wait, wait...are we talking about the same person?" You asked, holding a hand up in disbelief. "Jungkook. Your little brother. Tiny. Shy as hell. Looks like the weight of his head is gonna topple him over. Bunny rabbit teeth....is a lady's man?"

    "Well, not strictly," Rosie hummed, hoisting a bag of produce onto the counter. "His sophomore year in Paris there was that one guy...what was his name?"

    "Taehyung," Jiah offered, shedding her sweater and draining her beer.

    "Right, right," Rosie nodded. "I liked him. Too bad."

    Your mouth hung open. Jiah wrinkled her nose.

    "You're gonna catch flies that way," she remarked sardonically. 

    "I...I just cannot believe what I'm hearing. Jungkook. In my mind he will forever be the tiny gremlin I have to keep bailing out of trouble."

    Rosie smiled. Jiah scoffed.

    "Well, he's still a gremlin, if you ask me," she sniffed, chucking the beer bottles in the recycling bin.

    "When does he get back?" You asked.

Rosie shook her head as she divided the groceries between the cupboards and the fridge.

    "He's on his bike so, barring any unexpected stops - which are definitely not out of the picture - he should be here in the next couple of days. Probably by the weekend."

    You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the newly acquired image of you and Jiah's childhood tag-a-long. Rosie approached you with a picture pulled up on her phone.

    "Look at him," she said with a smile, sliding the device into your hand.

    You blinked at the picture on the screen. There he stood - much taller than you remembered - a girl under each arm, filling out a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank, and an ascot. A fringe brushed the tops of his eyes, while the top half of his dark waves were bound back in a little bun. His right arm was covered in tattoos. He was grinning from ear to ear, with that same toothy smile you had committed to memory.

   "That's just crazy," you murmured, shaking your head, before handing Rosie's phone back to her. 

    "He's going to be thrilled to see you. I think he has a lot of happy memories from when you three were kids just banging around town together," Rosie remarked as she continued to sort the groceries.

    You smiled to yourself. You certainly did. You glanced at your bags by the door.

    "I guess I should get going," you murmured without conviction.

    "Not yet, not until I've fed you," Rosie responded, not skipping a beat as she began to pile the ingredients for bibimbap on the kitchen island.

You smiled to yourself. Rosie to the rescue, as always.

    "Okay, if you're gonna twist my arm," you sighed dramatically as you pulled up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island, followed by Jiah who grabbed the carrots and a peeler.

    You reached for a huge zucchini squash and knife. Jiah shot you some side-eye.

    "You're not getting out of telling us about the big debacle, you know. Time to 'fess up."

    "Yep, spill," Rosie concurred as she prepped the rice cooker.

    You heaved another sigh. Might as well get it over with, you thought. But for some reason, the words stuck in your throat, unable to come out. You looked at your hands, shaking as they tried to steady the knife over the squash. You couldn't do this. Not right now. Not yet.

    You let the knife clatter to the cutting board and scrubbed your hands over your face. 

    "Y/n?" Jiah asked, leaning over to look at you, "Are you okay?"

    You drew your hands from your face and looked up at her with tired eyes. She and Rosie had traded their teasing glances for expressions of concern. You gripped the edge of the counter to stop your stupid hands from trembling.

    "It's really not a fun story, you guys," you said slowly, trying your best to sound casual, "You're not missing out."

    Rosie reached over the kitchen island to clasp your hands.

    "No worries, aebeolle. We can talk about it some other time. For now, just stick to slicing up this zucchini and forget about that other one!"

    She shot you a wink as she cracked open a tupperware of marinated beef.

    "Imo! My god!" Jiah protested with a grimace as you and Rosie burst into a fit of giggles.

    It was all laughter and shots of soju and teasing Jiah about being a prude until you were gathered around the table with steaming bowls of goodness in front of you. Rosie closed her eyes and threw up rock-on signs with both hands.

    "May Stevie Nicks bless this food," she murmured before snapping up her chopsticks to snag a mandu and pop it into her mouth.

    You took a heaping bite of bibimbap, your whole body relaxing as the flavors and warmth returned you to a simpler time. Another wave of nostalgia washed over you as images of three little hungry kids fighting over the last piece of fried chicken replaced the scene before you. Your eyes wandered to the empty chair beside Rosie. There was a missing piece in the picture of comfort you had always found in the Jeon residence - a missing piece in the shape of round head bearing a pair of giant doe eyes that would light up when he'd win and water-up when he'd lose, and little short legs that ran faster than the longer ones, and a bright smile that was all innocence and central incisors.

You smiled fondly as long-dormant memories continued to appear like little spring flowers of the mind. Jungkook had perfectly completed your little trio, because though Jiah was your best friend, you and he had always understood each other in a way that came so easily. You didn't mind that everything brought him to tears, or that he invested himself so earnestly in even the smallest of his joys. You also didn't find it annoying that he wanted to tag along with the big kids, or that he hated being called a baby despite practically demanding to be treated as one. You knew in a way Jiah would only later realize that he was caught between wanting to grow up too quickly and not at all. It was the same battle between longings that waged war in your own heart, along with so many others who in some way had to raise themselves.

    "How's the oi muchim?" Rosie's question roused you from your reverie.

    "Amazing, like everything," you answered, waving your chopsticks over the spread of banchan.

    "I made it a little spicier this time," the older woman said, sampling the cucumbers again herself. "Trying to get these staples just right before the new place opens."

    "New place? Another store?" You asked, helping yourself to more sukju namul. 

    Rosie's eyes shone, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she gave her answer.

    "A restaurant, actually."

    Your jaw dropped.

    "You're finally doing it!?"

    Rosie leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, nodding at her niece.

    "It's all Jiah's doing. She's taking care of all the logistics, I'm just figuring out the menu."

    "Well, if you need help, I'm in between gigs at the moment," you added eagerly.

    Rosie clapped her hands and wiggled in her chair.

    "We would love the help! We've only just started hiring some staff. So far there's one person to wait tables and someone running the kitchen."

    Jiah let out a huff. You quirked an eyebrow in her direction, and she appraised you with a look of wistful discouragement.

    "Too bad you can't cook, or I'd boot him out tomorrow."

    "Who?"

    "The chef," she sneered.

    "Speaking of, Jiah-ie," Rosie remarked over the food in her cheek, "How is Seokjin doing these days?"

The older woman chewed back a poorly concealed smirk as she glanced up at her niece, whose lips curled scornfully.

    "One day, I'll kill him, I swear," she grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth as if she was punishing it with every bite.

You glanced over at your friend, then at Rosie, who wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her glass.

    "Seokjin...not Kim Seokjin?" you asked. 

    "Yeeeeep," Jiah affirmed bitterly.

    "He's a cook?"

    Rosie nodded.

    "And darn good at it. The only thing he's better at is pissing off this one right here," she remarked with a smirk as she gestured toward her glowering niece.

  You smiled to yourself as Jiah started off on what would likely be a lengthy rant at the young man's expense. Seokjin, or Jin, as he was more commonly known, had attended the same small high school as you and Jiah. In a body of four-hundred students, everyone had played a well-known role - and while she had been the straight-laced valedictorian, he was the class clown. Natural enemies who found the other beyond comprehension, the bulk of the ire had always been on Jiah's side, while Jin had seemed to find her as amusing as he did inexplicable. The concept of the two of them attempting to run a business together was the stuff of sitcoms.

His ongoing feud with Jiah notwithstanding, it didn't really surprise you that he had tucked himself into the Jeons' life. His father owned most of the agricultural land in the surrounding area, and with his older brother having been slated since birth to take over the family empire, Jin had enjoyed a freedom of direction that found him often seeking out the phenomenon of being needed...and people always needed a laugh. But laughter is momentary, and Rosie, having the heart for strays that she did, always provided something more permanent.

    "So now we're probably going to have to keep Jungkook at the store, because you know how they get when they're together," Jiah tiraded on.

    "They don't get along anymore?" you asked, a bit crestfallen at the thought. 

    "The opposite," Rosie chuckled, "You put them in the same room and those dorks turn into a couple of puppies. They broke the back screen door roughhousing last Chuseok. Plowed right through it."

    You snickered at the thought.

    "But Jungkook is darn well gonna contribute while he's here," your friend asserted as she stood to clear the table, still on her agenda about the restaurant launch, "Not just cruise around finding pretty people to sketch between make-out sessions."

    Rosie waved a hand dismissively.

    "He's always willing to pitch in. But it's summer, and he's young, so don't you go all drill sergeant on him." 

     Jiah scoffed.

    "Sure, it's summer, but there's a lot to get done between now and opening, and -"

    "AND," Rosie interrupted, "I expect you to have some fun as well, young lady! Especially now that Y/n is back. You two better do a decent amount of carousing."

    "Carousing?" Jiah asked with a grimace, directing horrified eyes in your direction.

    You let out another laugh.

    "She's got a point, Rosie. I don't think anyone has caroused in quite some time."

    Rosie rolled her eyes, crossing to the sink and running the tap.

    "Well," she rejoined, undeterred, "Whatever it is they're calling it these days, you two better be doing plenty of it! Give your imo some fun to live through vicariously, why don't you?"

    Jiah shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

    "And, you," she said, pointing a sudsy wooden spoon in your direction, "Should just stay here for the night. Take Jungkook's room. Then you can rest and be ready for...you know. Tomorrow."

    You accepted the invitation with very little hesitation. It was a relief, and Rosie knew. She had always known. You shot a text to excuse your absence that you doubted was actually necessary and lugged your things down the hall and into the last bedroom on the left.

    The rest of the night was spent stuffed onto the little couch with bowls of ice cream while the three of you shrieked and slapped each other's arms and kick your feet watching reruns of The Golden Girls. It was nearly midnight by the time you slipped under the sheets of the full-sized mattress in the smallest bedroom.

    Though your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you couldn't help but glance around at the walls and shelves, filled with scented candles, and action figures, Polaroids, and an incredible number of charcoal and graphite sketches. There were drawings of buildings, trees, cars, and people. And though there was little variation in color, the vitality and emotion that sparked along each line drew you from piece to piece. Your eyes drifted over a particular drawing - a girl's lower face - the tip of a nose, lips slightly parted, and her chin tilting upward. It might have been the delirium of your tired mind, but something about it seemed familiar. You stretched for a recollection just out of reach as you slipped past memory and into slumber.

    Weight. The first thing you registered as your mind began to again become aware of its physical trappings was a heaviness. At first your hazy consciousness likened it to blankets, then to the heaviness of a sleep without dreams...safety...security...

    And then something brushed the skin of your stomach under your shirt, drawing a hum out of you as your eyes fluttered open, and what they saw had you frozen in place. An arm. A large, muscular arm covered in dark ink was snaked around your waist, hand slipped under the hem of your sleep tee.

    Fight or flight mode suddenly triggered, you snapped up and pushed yourself away from the body attached to the limb, letting out a shout as you kicked your legs, and only catching a glimpse of dark hair and grey sweatpants as the intruder rolled off the bed and hit the carpet with a loud thud. You jumped off the other side of the bed before you could think, tangling your legs in sheets that brought you tumbling down onto your ass. Before you could thrash free of the bedding, a groaning figure peered with large, dark eyes from the other side of the bed. Dark, wild waves framing his sleepy head like a halo, and wide, round eyes still bleary with sleep, the young man passed tattooed hand over his mouth to wipe the remnants of drool away as he blinked at you from across the room.

    "J...Jungkook?!" you choked out in surprise and confusion, struggling to your feet.

    "You kicked me..." he groaned, his features taking on an injured look as he stooped to rub his thigh.

    "Why...when..."

    "Imo told me to wake you up for breakfast," he pouted.

You scrubbed your hands over your eyes. Same damn baby-faced expression. Huge, bulky man. With tattoos...and a lip ring? This Pokémon had leveled up. Maybe twice. And that was all your brain could register as your heart rate descended from two hundred beats per minute and the heavy fog of an interrupted sleep cycle began to dissipate. You tossed the sheet back onto the bed, and as your eyes flicked back to his face you noticed his had dropped a little lower. Registering with horror that you were in a thin cotton nightshirt with nothing underneath, you snatched up the sheet again, clutching it to your chest. What the fuck was happening?

    "Rosie told you to wake me up, so you decided to spoon me?" You asked incredulously as your embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation.

    Jungkook's eyes widened as they flew up to yours, seemingly caught off guard by the edge in your tone.

    "No, noona...it wasn't like that!" he said, standing to his full height, his brow creasing defensively.

    He was pretty fucking tall. His white tee and grey sweats did little to hide the fact that he was also pretty fucking big. Exasperated by these unbidden acknowledgements that had your brain buffering, you snapped a little again.

    "Then what was it like? You had your hand up my shirt, Kook!" 

    Your voice had unintentionally softened at his nickname, and he caught it, biting back a grin as you hugged the sheet over you just a little more snugly. 

    "It was kind of your fault, noona," he smirked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. 

    You shot him a quizzical and unamused look.

    "I came in here to wake you up and you pulled me into bed. You kept calling me someone else's name...and..." he giggled, "'Baby', and you kept insisting we sleep for just five more minutes."

    You gaped at him in horror.

     "You pulled my arm over you," he continued, now a bit smugly, "And I had literally just woken up, so...being so comfy...well, I guess I fell back to sleep with you."

    You could feel the heat in your face. You had a history of pretty intense sleep talking, but you hadn't experienced it to that extent in years. You considered that you must have slept deeply as you stammered your apology.

    "Oh my god, Jungkook...I'm so sorry - that's horrifying - I didn't mean to..." 

    The younger man just laughed in response, breaking into his signature luminous smile. His eyes glimmered.

    "Didn't mean to steal my bed, demand cuddles, and then beat the heck out of me?"

    You let out a sigh.

    "Sorry."

He nodded, a little smile still tugging at his lips.

    "I accept your apology for the bruises...but not the cuddles. Those were nice."

    He threw a wink over his shoulder as he headed for the door, and you tossed a pillow and a string of expletives after him as he jogged, giggling, toward the kitchen. Still flustered and a bit thrown, you changed into real clothes before joining the others in the breakfast table. Rosie was placing mayak eggs alongside the piles of bacon and pancakes as you pulled out a chair next to Jiah.

    "You slept well! You must have been exhausted," Rosie remarked, handing you a mug of coffee.

    "Yeah, must have," Jungkook quipped with a smirk as he snagged three strips of bacon.

    You shot him a warning look as you stabbed demonstratively into a stack of pancakes, but his grin only deepened.

    "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until the weekend," you addressed him coolly.

    "Mm," he took a sip of orange juice. "I actually wasn't really supposed to be back until next week. I expected to head north to see a friend but she ended up being out of town, so I just came straight back."

    "A friend, huh?" Jiah crooned patronizingly, as she twirled a fork in his direction.

    Her brother nodded.

    "The same one you were talking to on the phone very loudly when you came in last night?"          

Jungkook scrunched his nose, sticking out the tip of his tongue in her direction.

    "Wow," she drawled, "How very adult of you. And for the record, friends don't call each other 'baby'."

    Jungkook snickered, glancing at you again before he mumbled, "Some friends do..."

    "So, Jiah - " you practically shouted, as you turned toward her in a desperate bid to change the topic of conversation, "You gonna show me the new place today, or what?"

    "The restaurant? If you let her drag you out there, she'll put you to work and you'll never be seen again," Jungkook hummed over an entire egg that he had pocketed in his cheek, casting teasing eyes up at his sister, who smiled back wickedly.

    "You know, Kookie, it's just so good to have you home! We needed someone who puts in those gym hours to do a bit of the heavy lifting." 

    Jungkook flashed another smile, puffing his chest and massaging his pectorals as Jiah feigned a gag.

    You chuckled, and Jungkook grinned as he tucked into his pancakes.

    Watching the two of them bicker and catch up, you realized that things felt a bit more whole again - familiar, if different. You considered that maybe the three of you could all fall back into stride. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.

    After breakfast you gathered your things to head next door. You tried to slip out quietly, to avoid Rosie stalling you any further, but Jungkook caught you as he was coming around from the garage, an oil towel in his grease-stained hands.

    "You leaving?" he asked with a tinge of disappointment.

    "I can't over-stay my welcome," you shrugged, smiling wryly.

    His face took on a serious expression.

    "You know you're always welcome here, yeah? It's good to have you back," he pressed earnestly.

    You nodded, touched because you knew he meant it and that the other two members of his family shared the same sentiment. Jungkook wiped his hands on the towel casting a look over at the house next door. 

    "You staying there?"

    You nodded. His brow creased and the corners of his mouth turned down.

    "Okay. You can come here whenever."

    "I know," you said softly.

    His eyes looked worried and uncertain. You dropped your bag and pulled him into a hug. 

    "It's so good to see you again, Jungkook-ah," you murmured, dropping your head against his chest.

    His arms squeezed around you in return. He had always preferred to talk with his body instead of his words. Every playful punch, or little shove, or squeeze of his hand carried a message. This one meant it was good to see you too.

    As you waved goodbye you counted the Jeons' welcome among your blessings - not everything you had left behind would be so welcome to recall. But, life hadn't left you with many choices. So you began the long walk to the house next door.

-End Chapter 1-

[solarwoniii]

〪-- 'NSFW' WORKS. ★ ° / / / / / (wanna request? check here first ♡ ) ･ﾟ: ･

ZEROBASEONE + BOYS PLANET !

★ - zb1 / boys planet series masterlist -- 'falling in love with you' (smut, coming soon)

★ - zb1 legal line -- 'reaction to you sending him nudes out of nowhere' (smut, suggestive)

★ - zb1 legal line -- 'reaction to him walking in on you touching yourself' (smut)

★ - zb1 legal line -- 'how they keep you quiet during sex' (smut)

jiwoong ; nothing here yet !

zhanghao ; nothing here yet !

hanbin ;

★ - surprise ! (smut, fluff, birthday special)

matthew ;

★ - fireworks (smut, fluff, coming soon)

★ - if you'll have me, i want you (part one) (suggestive, fluff, angst)

taerae ;

★ - getting hot (smut, coming soon)

ricky ;

★ - better than he can (smut, fluff, angst, coming soon)

★ - there's an angel in my bed (smut, fluff, angst, bday special)

★ - academic rival ! ricky thoughts (suggestive)

★ - ricky and pussy slapping (smut)

keita ;

★ - playing her heartstrings (smut, angst, fluff, coming soon)

★ - fwb ! bandmate ! keita thoughts (suggestive, smut)

kamden ;

★ - our spring, our blossom (fluff, angst, smut)

ENHYPEN !

★ - enhypen series -- 'her' (smut, coming soon)

heeseung ;

★ - i hate you, i love you (smut)

★ - break her (smut, angst, coming soon)

jay ;

★ - pamper her (smut, fluff, angst, coming soon)

jake ;

★ - corrupt her (smut, fluff, coming soon)

sunghoon ;

★ - ruin her (smut, fluff, coming soon)

★ - boyfriend snaps (fluff, nsfw)

sunoo ;

★ - dirty (smut)

★ - princess her (smut, fluff, angst, coming soon)

jungwon ;

★ - fantasizing (smut, fluff)

★ - tease her (smut, fluff, angst, coming soon)

★ - pulchritudinous (smut)

LE SSERAFIM !

sakura ; nothing here yet !

chaewon ; nothing here yet !

yunjin ;

★ - smile for the photo (smut)

kazuha ; nothing here yet !

MONSTA X !

shownu ; nothing here yet !

minhyuk ; nothing here yet !

kihyun ; nothing here yet !

hyungwon ; nothing here yet !

jooheon ; nothing here yet !

changkyun ;

★ - boyfriend texts (fluff, smut, crack)

STAYC !

sumin ; nothing here yet !

sieun ; nothing here yet !

isa ;

★ - girlfriend snaps (fluff, smut, crack)

seeun ; nothing here yet !

yoon ;

★ - girlfriend snaps (fluff, smut, crack)

j ; nothing here yet !

TXT !

yeonjun ;

★ - what if? (smut)

soobin ; nothing here yet !

beomgyu ; nothing here yet !

taehyun ; nothing here yet !

kai ; nothing here yet !

SEVENTEEN !

seungcheol ;

★ - pinky promise (smut)

jeonghan ; nothing here yet !

joshua ; nothing here yet !

jun ; nothing here yet !

hoshi ; nothing here yet !

wonwoo ; nothing here yet !

jihoon ; nothing here yet !

dokyeom ; nothing here yet !

mingyu ; nothing here yet !

minghao ; nothing here yet !

seungkwan ; nothing here yet !

vernon ; nothing here yet !

chan ; nothing here yet !

IVE !

yujin ; nothing here yet !

gaeul ; nothing here yet !

rei ; nothing here yet !

wonyoung ;

★ - she's confident (fluff, suggestive, angst, smut)

[jeongsoo-jin]

Reminder that my snap requests are open :)

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!!!I hope you're doing greattt I missed youu, hope uni's treating you good lol(I was supposed to start last month and now there's a war in my country but it's whatever I just hope I stay alive and healthy) anywayssss I wanted to ask some more questions related to hima's character😙

Forst up:is there a specific voice claim for hima cause I feel like belle from kiof fits her voice claim cause she's the most amazing vocalist I've ever seen

Second:what has hima gotten for mingi on tgeir anniversaries or his birthdays(I feel like she's the less money more meaningful type)

Third:who does she fight with the least I imagine it to be either sangie or hwa

Fourth:can you by any chance provide some kore background on the himajoong fight you mentioned, in which she didn't inform the members about her injury

Fifth:I love you hehe🤭

Take care bb mwahh💞💞

Hi my sweet Mina, I missed you too!! 🥰 I'm doing okay, a little tired (I have iron deficiency so I get tired very easily 😭) but midterms are slowing down for now! I hope you stay safe sweets! Be very very careful please ❤️I hope my content can help keep your mind off of it at least a bit

• There's no specific voice claim for her since I've never thought about it, but for singing; Suhyun (AKMU), rapping; Harvey (XG), speaking; Natty (Kiss of Life...her voice is so unique and sweet). Hanzo has I.M's (MONSTA X) voice

• From the time they've been together; 2022 Birthday; She created a playlist containing songs that holds deep meaning to both of them as well as ones that simply remind her of their relationship, the code to which she painted onto headphones 2023 Anniversary; There's a picture of them that he always looks at so she ink painted a shadowy-wispy version onto a scroll canvas which is now hanging in his studio right above his monitors so he can always see it 2023 Birthday; She learned metal working in order to make a ring (since he rarely goes without one) in which she incrusted a peridot - his birth stone 2024 Anniversary; They both enjoy spaces away from people so she rented out a flower garden and set up a picnic on a bridge overlooking a small pond since he asked her out on a bridge where she gifted him personalized art supplies as he customizing more items (by personalized I mean she hand painted the bamboo handle of each one with things he mentioned finding pretty - ex. certain flowers) 2024 Birthday; She bought bracelet that reminded her of him due to the softly shining silver, the comforting weight to ease his anxiety, each link being so closely intertwined like his overwhelming love and the details in them being almost like the fact that you need to look deeply into Mingi to see who he really is exactly

• She's had small disagreements with everyone except Yeosang since they're both just soft babies with each other 🥺She bickers the most with Wooyoung but it's always just friendly banter, she actually hasn't fought with anyone (except some relationships issues with Mingi) since the intense Hongjoong fight

• After seeing her go into cardiac arrest right in front of his eyes, Hongjoong was so scared that he didn’t know how to deal with it, he simply bottled it up until after the concert. The fact that she was so nonchalant when they got back to the hotel, asking what everyone wanted for dinner was the final straw, he snapped because it reminded him that she was almost taken from them. There was also a lot of guilt involved since he was the one who gave the green light for her to perform, which was building up since Kingdom as he suggested she do the final stunt instead of San, which is how she broke her ribs

Hima never hid any injuries but has a tendency to downplay them a lot, which means that she did not tell anyone whenever the pain from the fractures bothered her and just passed it off as something normal for intense choreography. This worried Hongjoong so much because he feels very protective over her well being, always trying to protect her from every single chance of physical harm, checking in on her mental health often (although less nowadays since she's doing much better) so these intense emotions eventually came out as rage, but not against her, against himself for "not being a good enough leader" that his maknae nearly died

It truly stemmed from an innocent question about dinner but it was enough to trigger the day's events in his mind and he started off with; "Food ? Is that really what you're worried about right now ? Sure, let's all ignore the fact that YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD IN MY ARMS FOR 3 MINUTES"

• KWKFWLIEF I love you too!! 😳💕

Again my sweet, please take good care of yourself and your health 💕MWWAH 😘

[rems-writing]

Pirate vs. rapper. Allegedly

Pairing: pirate!Hongjoong × gn!reader

Summary: Hongjoong never knew what jealousy felt like until he and you won free tickets to go see famous rapper I.M in New York

Warning(s): jealous!Hongjoong, featuring I.M from Monsta X, mayhaps I.M isn't what he says he is? 👁👁

Genre: Fluff with a bit of angst

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

"Ok Emma said it was here..."

"Yeah this is it."

You and Hongjoong were currently in New York, standing in front of the Savior's old apartment.

This is where she and Henry stayed after Regina erased their memories before Peter Pan's curse swept them up and took them back to the Enchanted Forest.

That felt like yesterday to you.

As you and Hongjoong settled in, you flopped down on the couch and he flopped down beside you before immediately putting his arm around your shoulder so you can snuggle into him.

"Want to order take out? I'm too lazy to cook."

"Whatever you want, my baby."

You could never get used to that nickname Hongjoong gave you despite him saying it multiple times. It always gets you flustered.

"What do you feel like getting?"

"I feel like getting breakfast for dinner. Like how Wanda did it in WandaVision."

You had to pat yourself on the back for introducing the cute pirate to Marvel.

"Breakfast for dinner it is. I think we passed by a restaurant that does breakfast all day every day."

"I think you're referring to Denny's."

"That's what it's called?! How did I miss the bright yellow sign with the obvious name painted in red?!"

"Maybe you were busy admiring me."

"Damn right I was."

You didn't have time to react when Hongjoong pulled you in for a quick yet passionate kiss. You had to hold onto his collar to stabilize yourself. He soon pulled away and grinned mischievously before kissing your forehead. You shook your head and had a tiny smile on your face before snapping your fingers to make a Denny's menu appear.

"Aight so what you want?"

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The Next Day

You and Hongjoong were walking to the designated concert venue to go see your favorite artist.

Im Changkyun. Aka IM.

You were dressed in a shirt from his official merch website, blue ripped jeans, and beat up Converse. Hongjoong opted to borrow his captain's wardrobe, which would explain the black outfit.

He topped it off with black eyeliner, gaudy rings on each of his fingers, and one nail painted in black nail polish.

You had one finger painted as well but it was a light blue color instead.

You checked your tickets it, went through security, and find your spots.

Which were right in front of the stage.

You only had a few minutes until the show started so you used that time to either make a few friends

Or make out with Hongjoong.

The venue was packed and no one seemed to care so you went straight in for the pda.

Soon, the concert started.

---------------------------------------------------

It had been only a couple of hours since it started, but to you, it felt like eternity.

Hongjoong was the same way, except he felt an unfamiliar feeling growing inside him.

It wasn't dread or anger.

He thinks it's jealousy, but his subconscious kept denying it. However, it would explain why he felt uncomfortable when IM kept glancing at you and smirking as he rapped and sang.

The jealousy grew when IM directly kept eye contact with the love of his life as he sang 'Happy To Die'

You noticed the way Hongjoong's hand tightened on your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You were also unfamiliar with the pirate's jealousy since he always trusted you with his heart and soul whenever you interacted with guys like Leroy, Killian, David, and so on.

You covered your hand over Hongjoong's and momentarily broke eye contact with your favorite artist so you could kiss your partner on the cheek.

"Hey. It's ok. You know I love you and you only. Right?"

"Yes, my baby. I'm sorry. I just... never felt this way before. I love you and trust you. But throughout the night, this nagging feeling kept gnawing at me."

"It's ok to feel like this from time to time."

"It's an ugly feeling."

"I understand, but as long as you trust in me and our love, it will go away."

Hongjoong smiled his pretty smile and kissed your cheek before shouting along with the crowd for IM to do an encore. You joined in on the shouting shortly after.

---------------------------------------------------

Soon, the concert ended and you and Hongjoong waited until everyone was gone so you could leave the venue without any hassle. As you waited, you noticed a familiar figure walking towards you. Hongjoong must've noticed as well since he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. A shy smile appeared on the rapper's face and he spoke.

"Hey. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for staring at you the entire night. You're honestly so attractive and I couldn't help myself. It still isn't right though so here's my apology."

You didn't know how to respond since your favorite artist just complimented you so you hid your face in Hongjoong's neck so Changkyun wouldn't see the redness grow on your face.

"And I wanted to say I'm sorry to you for the same thing, man. They belong to you and I should've stayed in my lane."

"It's fine, IM. I appreciate the apology though."

"I have these for you guys."

Changkyun handed the both of you free tour shirts and you happily accepted one while Hongjoong accepted the other. You practically sprinted out of the venue so the cool air of the New York nighttime could cool down your face after you said goodbye to Changkyun haphazardly.

Hongjoong stayed behind for a little while longer, his smile turning into a snarl. Changkyun kept up the smirk on his face.

"You may have fooled everyone, including my love, but I know exactly what you are. So I suggest you back up and not follow us back to Storybrooke. Unless you want to feel the cold sharp metal of Killian's hook pierce your skin."

"Oh trust me. I wouldn't dare go near the pirate of the most feared pirate crew in all of the Enchanted Forest. I'll stay out of your way."

"Glad we reached an understanding of this situation. Have a nice night, Changkyun."

"You as well, Hongjoong."

Hongjoong walked out slowly from the venue, narrowly missing the way Changkyun's scales shimmered under the dim lighting of the venue and the way the rapper hissed quietly as his fangs poked out and his eyes turned from brown to silver.

Good thing the pirate saved you from the clutches of a siren.

[pillowfluffs]

MX Short Stories // 101 (CH)

gif made by @rivaillerose

Roars of the fans were loud as they cheered on for their favorite idols and groups, waving their light sticks, holding up banners and signs. It was funny since you were once like them but now you were on the other side. Now there were others cheering for you and your group. ISAC - the Idol Star Athletics Championships, a field day for idols to show off their athletic side and for groups from all companies to come together and to have fun, spend time with friends and fans. Cameras and lights everywhere. But this was also a constant thought that had to be remembered as an idol - there’s always someone watching.

You walked down the hallway, back toward the stadium after your quick bathroom break and now it was time to rejoin with your group, wherever they were. You hadn’t really seen them since you finished your events for the day and they had theirs, so your group was scattered all around.

It was like entering a new world as the lights were suddenly shining down, and you could almost feel some eyes turning toward you. But then again, there was a lot more screaming now that the male group idols were participating in wrestling.

Your fingers fiddled with the bandage you were trying to unwrap but they were so different from the ones you were used to back home. You had a cut you didn’t even realize you had until you were washing your hands and the soap had gotten into the cut.

Your eyes wandered around the stadium before looking back down to your bandage, fiddling with the paper but you couldn’t find the preferated seam, none of those. But with your eyes on the ground, you didn’t even notice the steps approaching you, the sudden body standing before you.

“Uh, do you need help?” A deep voice asked you quietly admist all the chaos and loudness all around the spacious stadium.

You looked up and met eyes with Monsta X’s I.M, his dark brown hair long and his eyes almost invisible behind them. 

“Oh, yes please,” you snapped yourself out of it, realizing you had been frozen for just a bit too long. You handed him the bandaid as he took it from the palm of your hand, ripping the wrapping with ease, though you kept your eyes on the ground. Your mind raced. What was your manager going to say? How would fans react, especially now that Monsta X was on the rise and your group were still rookies. How would they feel toward these interactions, especially since there were fans online and everywhere who were known to interpret the slightest interactions as two idols possible dating or that they liked each other. 

You stuck your finger out, allowing him to wrap the bandage around your little cut. “Thank you,” you bowed, only to feel immense heat rise up in your chest seeing glances from other male idols and that was when it hit you that you were on the “male” side, since males and females tended to sit apart from each other, unless they were close brother/ sister groups like Twice and Stray Kids and such. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Try to be careful,” he smiled kindly before he backed away cooly, returning to his seat. 

Why was your heart beating so fast? You were fortunately able to find your other group members, much more at ease with them but you couldn’t hel but glance back toward the area he sat in.. well, to him, though you had to resist the urge - you couldn’t risk a scandal or rumor and trouble either groups and companies. But you did notice something... he was getting closer.. You couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination, if you were thinking too much about it or not. His group was sat in the stands, now they were sat at the edge of the stadium, and now they were sitting closer to the groups. 

When it was time for one of your members’ events, you stood up to cheer when that’s when you felt it. As you stood, you bumped into someone, knocking you right back down to where you once sat. 

“I’m sorry, didn’t see you there,” the familiar voice called out to you as he helped you up, offering his hands to you. Changkyun lifted you up to your feet. “Sorry about that.” 

“It’s fine,” you bowed politely before turning away, though his hand was still holding onto yours. 

“Uh, before you go, maybe we can contact each other?” his voce was quiet as his head down. He slipped a piece of paper into your hand before bowing with the nod of his head and disappearing with the rest of his group. 

~~~~~ Masterlist // MX Short Stories Masterlist for more! Previous // Next

[eyesofshan-if]

https://youtube.com/shorts/oyPn7DnRVqY?feature=share

is this what MC and hansols back looks like 🤨🤨 (bro- them shoulder blades lookin lowkey kinda scrumptious)

mc could have a larger variety of builds! the man in this video seems to be using an English warbow, which has a standard draw weight of about 120 pounds (the man in the video is using 178 pounds). as you can see, he is struggling to pull back on the bowstring while keeping the bow steady. this would be extremely difficult to do on horseback.

the shan bows are composite recurve bows, modelled after the mongolian bow. due to their curved shape and the different materials used to make their bows, the recurve bow releases energy more efficiently. the same draw weight from the shan bow would lead to its arrow flying farther and faster, which enable the shan to draw and aim more accurately while on a galloping horse.

all in all, your mc could have a wider range of builds because of this!!

as for hansol, he's more inclined towards close combat rather than ranged shooting, although he's still talented at the bow. personally, i've always imagined his build to be similar to monsta x's shownu

man could snap me in half and i'd thank him 🫡 for a better view of how this fucking man is built go here!

[yourfatherlucifer]

Comatose (Jongho) pt. 1

Mafia!Choi Jongho x fem!Reader

>> Being the lover of mafia member Choi Jongho had it perks and downfalls, you were allowed to stay in a lavish mansion with 8 beautiful men, including your man, who stayed by your side when he wasn’t on the job. However, when one day you are on a date with said lover, a member of Ateez’s rival gang shoot’s you...what will happen next?<<

(This one shot includes violence, so warning and angst, and fluff. It’s a roller coaster, it’s a mafia one shot, there’s more I just don’t know what other warnings I should add)

(Monsta X make an appearance) 

(Monsta X used to be Ateez alliance but are now enemies) 

Yes, living in large mansions, fancy cars, having many butlers and maids, big chandeliers, grand staircases, red bottoms heels, fancy dresses and more was amazing, but nothing could top having Choi Jongho as your lover. 

Sure, he was busy a lot, but he still made time for you, always, no matter how late or early it was. He’d surprise you with gifts, despite you protesting, saying how much you don’t need it, you just need him. You only need him. 

He’d shrug it off, showing his cute ol’ gummy smile. You’d roll your eyes in response. Then it would repeat. 

-

Sneaking a glance at your sleeping brown-haired boyfriend, you smiled, remembering how you got to this point, how he saved you.

....

You had grown in a test facility, sold by parents for $100,000. You had grown along side other kids, but many had died due to the harsh environment and tests. Few had survived. Scars had littered your body, you had given up fighting the scientists, the workers, everyone and given in. You didn’t even know what they were testing. 

That was until one day, the alarms went off, the whole facility went red, gunfire rang throughout the entire building. You were in the middle of being subjected to another test. 

The door had been kicked open. The doctor who had been working on you pulled out a pistol and aimed it toward the door, “You can-” He was shot in the chest. 

As you stared at the door, a young man about your age with a automatic rifle stared at the dead body on the floor with his chest heaving, His face was covered with pure anger. His mouth opened to say something then he saw her, you. 

“Hey..” He walked over, “Are you okay?” He stepped over the bloody corpse, pulling out a knife, “You’ll be alright now.” As each strapped snapped off, he sat the girl up, careful of the new wounds the dead doctor had given her. 

At the entrance of the facility, a group of men with weapons had lined up tons of the tons of doctors in white coats, all tied up. 

A man with strike features, named Kim Hongjoong, leader of Ateez, the biggest Mafia; circled the disgusting mafia, “So, you betrayed us. You used the facility and items my father provided you to test on children and teenagers, even young adults?” He tsked. 

He placed the barrel of his gun to the lead doctors forehead, “Tell me exactly why I shouldn’t blow your brains out.” 

Just then, the youngest of Ateez comes out with the girl he discovered, who is just barely alive, she can barely keep her head up, her feet are dragging behind her. “Boss, Hongjoong, look at this, look at her, she’s barely alive, she looks like she’s been here for years.”

At those words Hongjoong snapped his head over to his youngest members voice. His eyebrows narrowed at the sight, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He laughed, then looked at the doctor. 

“Looks like I don’t need a reason to not shoot you.” 

BAM

“Kill them all and free the kids and innocents.”

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You were grateful for him for that day. He and his team had saved you.

(SWITCHING POV)

Sneaking one last glance at him, I swung my scarred-bare legs over the fancy mattress and sheets, careful not wake to wake him. He had such a busy week.

Dealing with drug deals, traveling to different sectors to different mafia bosses to make different deals that I have no idea what entailed. I didn’t want to know.

Making my to his jointed bathroom, I flicked on the light, rubbing my face to clear out the sleep. It was days like this that I wish I could sleep in. I just couldn’t fall asleep, I had fall into a routine since I was brought to that facility many years ago, I had yet to break the habit of waking up from the schedule.

After freshening up in the bathroom and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, I made my way downstairs to the big kitchen, where I could smell the maids and butlers already preparing breakfast. They never did mind me striking up conversation with them while they prepared for all nine people.

My favorite maid, Denice, had her back turned towards me, facing the stainless steel oven, "Hello Dee," I glanced at all of the other servants in the room, "smell's nice in here, guys. The boys will love it."

The older woman gave me a nod and grin, "Thank you dear, we love to please. You look lovely, what are you all dolled up for, is it for the young Mr Choi?"

A blush had spread across my face, "Maybe.."

I wasn't exactly dressed up to impress.

-

It was already around 12pm and Jongho had still not waken, but everyone else had, no one wanted to wake him. Only I was willing.

I sighed, staring at the clock, knowing how much he'd swat at me to go away or pull me in under the cover to join him.

I eyed the little pirate ship model on the piano as I made my way to the stairs. These boys and their pirate ships. They even owned a few real models, docked at their own private beach. It was a little weird for the biggest mafia to obsessed with pirate culture, but it was whatever.

I laughed just to then smile, it was kind of cute though, the times they'd act like pirates, have their little spar matches with fake swords. They'd run all over countertops and tables, earning scoldings from Seonghwa. Who'd say, "You're getting everything dirty!" It's hilarious.

Living with these eight men is amazing, it was a change, an amazing change from living in the facility practically my whole life.

I shook Jongho awake, “Hey, Haribo, come on, it’s noon, you missed breakfast.”

Jongho groaned in response, grabbing my wrists. I knew this would happen. I was yanked into his arms.

“But I don’t want to get up, why don’t we just stay in bed, I have the next couple of days off anyway.” He had muttered into my hair.

I pried his head away from mine, “No, Jongho, how about we just go out? Like for a date? We haven’t gone out together in a bit.”

I stared into his brown doe eyes, searching for any reaction, but all he did was sigh in content.

He always did this on his days off, he’d fight with me on getting up. It was ridiculous, the other men thought of it as a nuisance so they didn’t even bother and left it to me to get him up. It was weird to begin with for a mafia member to have a day off, but whatever.

He continued to lay there. “Fine, don’t get up, I’ll go out by myself.” I stood up and was about to leave the room.

I could hear his pout, “but..”

With my hand on the door handle, “Last chance, Haribo.”

With a thump he rolled off the bed in a pile of blankets. “Okay, okay, you win, we’ll go somewhere.”

Finally, it takes forever to get this man out of bed.

“I’ll be downstairs, please do not wear anything that shouts you’re in the biggest mafia around here.” I stared down at him, he was still on the floor.

When I reached the grand living room, I was met with the other 7 members, "Hey boys, he's up." I swiped a hand down my face and sat down in an open spot on the sofa, next to Wooyoung. I really shouldn't have, but I didn't have another option.

Wooyoung looked at me, had a smirk on his face and was ready to say something, "Woo, I swear to god, I will kick you in the balls, you know I am with Jongho."

He sunk into his spot while the other men laughed at his pathetic state.

I didn’t have time for this. Is Jongho even getting ready or did he go back to sleep?

I was about to just ask Hongjoong if I could have a ride somewhere when Jongho finally made his into the grand living room, “Oh, glad you could finally join us, Haribo.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed with him.

I could be nicer to him after all he’s done for me, but this habit of his has become too much, I love him I really do. He’s so sweet to everyone around us, well, unless it’s his rivals or people he doesn’t trust. However he is super shy.

I saw him glance at his fellow members, giving them a nod before heading over to me, “We can go now.”

Jongho was just so handsome and perfect in my eyes, despite the whole mafia thing, but I loved him nevertheless.

I took his hand in mine, “Then let’s go, love.”

-

We had taken one of less conspicuous vehicles, but he had at least one bodyguard vehicle following us, never too safe.

“How about this little cafe, Haribo?” I had pointed to a cute and small outdoor coffee shop, it had beautiful flowers in pots surrounding the outside of it.

It didn’t look busy at all, which was sad as it presented itself cutely and definitely deserved more business.

Jongho pulled into a spot along side the cafe, “Alright, I guess this our first date in a while.”

-

We were enjoying our meal and coffee when all of the sudden a black suv sped in front of the cafe. Three men jumped out, I saw Jongho’s bodyguard pull out his gun but it was too late, he was gunned down.

Bystanders were screaming and running, cars were speeding by to get away from the gunshots.

I grabbed Jongho’s arm but he shoved me behind him, I was scared to death for him, but I knew he always packed and wore a bulletproof vest.

“Y/N I need you to run and call the rest of Ateez! Tell them Monsta X is here.” He shouted over the returning gunfire between him and the other men.

I didn’t want to move but I nodded, grabbed my phone, texted Ateez ‘SOS @ Berry Cafe.’ and then took off.

I looked back at my lover but when I did, I was shot in my back, multiple times.

Of all the pain I’ve gone through..this had to be the worst.

“Y/N!”

I could hear my lovers shouts for me but my world is getting dark as I laid on the concrete, slowly bleeding out.

-

Ateez raced into the gunfire battle between Jongho and three members of Monsta X.

As they all piled out they could see how tired and mournful their youngest was.

Then they glanced over and saw his lover laying face down on the concrete in a pool of her own blood.

“Jongho, get out of here! Take her to the hospital!” Hongjoong shouted over the shots.

He nodded, running over to his mess of a lover, “Y/N! Please still be alive..” he pressed a finger to her throat. She still had a pulse but it was hardly there.

As he lifted her up into his arms, he raced back to his vehicle and placed her gently in the backseat.

-

“HELP! My girlfriend has been shot!” Jongho carried Y/N who was unconscious into the busy and loud hospital.

Multiple nurses ran over, one with a gurney, “Place her here, sir, we need to take her back!

His clothes were covered in her blood, usually he didn’t care for it, but when it was hers.. he was in despair.

When they carted her into the back, he collapsed to his knees, he was worn out from trying to protect her and failing to do so.

‘how could I be so stupid?’ He thought to himself.

To be continued…