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Within an Inch of Your Life | Shownu [NSFW]

Son Hyunwoo (Shownu - MONSTA X)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: Shownu x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Romance, Some Angst, Very Little Plot, Very Dirty

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Hickeys, Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Fingering, Pet Names (Pumpkin, Princess, Sweet Girl, etc.), Very Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom, reader is on the pill in this story)

Author's Note: This is my first fic, holy cow.

EDIT (7/22/24): I fixed this. Since it was my first fic, it wasn't up to my current standards. I mostly just Beta-ed it and fixed some grammar/spelling, maybe tweaked some sentences.

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You stared at the ceramic cup on your bathroom vanity, the cheap blue toothbrush glaring back at you. It sat in there amongst your own teeth cleaning products, mocking you. The bright color stark against the black and white of everything else in the bathroom, even your own toothbrush. Reaching out you placed your own that you had just finished using in the cup and grabbed the blue one. Staring down at it, you weren't sure how to feel. It had been a few weeks since it’d been used. And it never would again. Blinking, then sighing, you left the bathroom, and stopped next to the trash can outside the door near the kitchen. Your foot rested on the paddle to open the lid, you inhaled, then pressed down as you exhaled. Your hand holding the toothbrush lingered over the gaping bin. Swallowing a lump in your throat you didn't expect to be there, you gripped the brush tighter. Emotion whelmed in you, but you couldn't pinpoint what kind. Were you angry? Guilty? Sad? Fuck it. You harshly threw the brush in the can and let the lid slam closed as your foot left the peddle.

"What's with the aggression?" Yuna called to you from the other side of the apartment where she was on your couch. She was rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat up from her sleeping perch.

"Don't worry about it." You were still staring at the trash can, now closed. You heard her bare feet pad on the hardwood floor as she came up to you. She blew her nose into a napkin she grabbed from the counter behind the can, and you stepped out of the way to let her throw away the used paper.

"Oh." Realization hit her. She saw the toothbrush, which was the only thing in there. You moved away and into the kitchen to get your coffee ready as she took a place on a stool at the counter.

"What even happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why did you two break up?" she asked and you exhaled. Grabbing a coffee mug, you put the cup on the perch of your coffee maker and pressed the largest button. You didn't answer.

"Was he bad in bed or something?"

"No."

"Did he cheat on you?"

"No."

"Controlling? Possessive?"

"No. Not really."

"Then why? You don't seem all that torn up about it."

"It’s a bit of a relief…"

"A relief? Why?"

"I…I was pity-dating him."

"WHAT!?"

"Calm down. He had been in love with me for years, and I felt bad for turning him down so much…Also, I was, frustrated without Younghoon being here…"

"So, you used him? That's harsh."

"Look, he wouldn't leave me alone, kept asking me out, getting me things. Might as well make it easier and say yes…"

"So, why did you break it off?"

"I didn't."

"He broke up with you?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I told him."

"Told him what?"

"That I was pity-dating him…"

"Fuck. That must have been rough."

"Yeah." You stared down as the swirling liquid in your cup, having stopped stirring the cappuccino mix in.

"I felt so guilty I had to come clean." You rested back against the counter crossing your arms, somewhat hugging yourself.

"Why? Why not just break up with him? You had to tell him?"

"Yes."

"What made you do that?"

"Because…" Your words got caught in your throat, the realization hitting you.

"B-because. I can't lie to those I love." Your voice cracked, causing her face to soften.

"You fell in love with him."

"Y-yeah."

"Then why not stay in the relationship?"

"I don't want a real relationship with him built on a lie. I had to come clean." You stood up straight, ignoring your drink and going to sit on your bed. You buried your face in your hands, your throat caught as you swallowed, your eyes burned.

"Oh, girlie." Yuna followed you, sitting on your bed next to you, and pulled you into a hug.

"I'm such a fucking horrible person." You sobbed, and she rubbed your back.

"I love him. I do. I was in denial. It hit me so suddenly and so hard, I think I must have felt that way longer than I realized. God, forgive me." you cried as she held you. Her phone went off as your sobs subsisted and she went to answer it.

"Shit. I have to get to class. I'll message you later." She kissed your forehead and gathered her stuff, leaving your apartment. Leaving your cooling drink on the kitchen counter, you curled back up in bed and fell asleep.

~*~*~

"(Y/N)!" Yuna slammed her palm on the door, ringing the bell a few times. She knew you were home. She could see your bag and keys on the table through the window. You hadn't answered her calls or texts for three days and wouldn't answer the door either.

"Yuna?" A man's voice caught her attention and she turned to see Hyunwoo coming up the stairs to get to the second-floor apartment.

"Hyunwoo! What are you doing here?" She quieted her voice, not sure how you might react if you heard. She knew your recent lack of actions was due to the breakup, and your revelation of feelings for the man.

"I was going to get my stuff and leave my key." His voice was noticeably flat, and the woman couldn't read his expression.

"You have a key!" Your friend lunged forward, snagging the set of keys from his hands. She shoved the metal into the lock and opened the door.

"(Y/N)!" she shouted, storming in.

~*~*~

You buried deeper into your pillows and sheets as Yuna banged on your door. You didn't want to see anyone, not even her. You felt you didn't deserve her comfort. You were a shitty person who did a shitty thing. You flinched when you heard a key in the lock, wondering who the hell was there. Yuna didn't have a key, and only your uncle did as the landlord. You had given the second key to your ex…to Hyunwoo.

"(Y/N)!" The other woman's harsh shout broke the silence you had been dwelling in. You hoped your uncle was there too, who else would have let her in? You are jarred to attention as your friend yanked your comforter off of you and the bed.

"What?" you snapped, and she climbed on the bed, flipping you over to force you to sit up.

"You bitch! You left me on read!" She put you in a playful headlock and ruffled your unkempt hair. You had showered, but a hairbrush? Who is she? You shoved Yuna off, and she got off the bed, stomping away. When she came back you heard another set of footsteps along with hers, too heavy to be even be your uncle.

"The only way you are going to get over this pity party you threw yourself is by telling the truth!" Yuna snapped, dragging your now ex-boyfriend into view past the half wall that separated your sleeping area from the living room. He stood there, staring at you. You wouldn't meet his gaze. Yuna moved into the kitchen, looking in the fridge and hastily writing stuff on your grocery list pad.

"I am going to go buy you food, you two better talk!" She pointed at you sternly, at him, and then left. You were left in silence with him.

"W-why are you here?" Your voice was scratchy, mouth dry.

"Came to get my stuff." He nodded toward the dresser drawer where his stuff still was.

"Ah." You licked your chapped lips. You hadn't drunk or eaten much in the last three days. He could tell, he knew you too well. He left your direct line of sight and went to retrieve a bottle of water from your fridge. Coming back, he jutted it into your face. You took it, not meeting his eyes. Your small sips turned into big gulps, the cool liquid a sweet relief.

"What was Yuna talking about? You telling me the truth?" Luckily, you had swallowed before he asked so you didn't choke. Closing the bottle, you threw it further up your bed. You heaved your legs up onto the bed, your knees touching your chest. You chewed on your thumbnail, not knowing how to start.

"You wanna tell me why you broke my heart?" His tone was harsh, a tinge of sadness laced through it. Your breath caught, the stinging in your eyes came back.

"It would have hurt less if you just broke up with me. But telling me you only dated me out of pity? I love you; I have for years-"

"I had to tell you."

"Why?"

"I couldn't keep lying."

"Why not? You had been doing it for nearly seven months." His voice was sharp with anger.

"I-I can’t…" You swallowed a lump, fighting your quivering lip, "I can’t lie to someone I love."

You weren’t sure what his reaction was, you didn't look up at him.

"What?"

"I couldn't keep lying to you. I love you-" You didn't even get the chance to work up the courage to look at him. His hands went quickly to your jaw, hauling you close, up and out of bed. His lips found yours and the kiss was different from any before. You could feel how strong his emotions were. He was rough, domineering, barely letting you breathe. His tongue wrapped around yours, sucking you in. He was practically bent over you, being nearly a foot taller, your neck tipping back far to make up for the rest of the distance. You whined, your hands gripping his shirt from under his jacket. Hyunwoo swallowed you and every little noise you made. As he pulled away, he bit your bottom lip, the tang of blood hitting your tongue. He stepped back abruptly, running his hand through his hair.

"Fuck. Don't play with me." He shook his head, and you stumbled to sit back on your bed.

"I'm not. I didn't…I only realized a few days ago how I felt…"

"What am I supposed to with this, huh?" He paced a bit, roughing his hair up.

"Do what you want. Whatever you decide…" You drifted off, not sure what you wanted him to do. You wanted him to kiss you again. But you felt you deserved him leaving and never talking to you again. You felt he should break your heart, like you did his.

"Part of me wants to walk out of here and never think about you again." He finally got out and the words pierced you, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Another part of me wants to give you another chance…" You closed your eyes, willing the other tears back.

"But there's something else I really, really want to do." You heard him get closer but refused to look at him. You gasped as his hands dug into the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back, making you look up at him.

"W-what?" His lips were so close to yours and while you weren’t sure what he wanted to do, you wanted it too.

"Please, whatever you want." you whispered, but his lips didn't meet yours. His tongue doesn't taste yours. His mouth instead went to your ear…

"I'm going to fuck you within an inch of your life." You gasped at his words, then found yourself briefly in the air as he threw you back on the bed. Hyunwoo tore his jacket off and finally brought his lips back to yours. A strong thigh jammed between your legs, rubbing against your core, covered only by your thin shorts. His large hand ran down your thigh, hitching it up to his and he grinded his growing hard on into you.

"Fuck." You whimpered as he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. He stared at you intensely till he dipped back down, latching onto the weak point of your neck, right under your jaw, almost your throat. He sucked hard then bit the flesh, making you shiver. You laid there and let him do whatever. The man left scathing kisses, sucking bruises onto your skin, everywhere: your neck, shoulders -once your shirt was off- your chest, breasts, ribs, stomach. He avoided anything covered by your tiny shorts, giving you more marks on your inner thighs. Your skin was on fire, and you didn't think you cum with just that stimulation, but you were close.

Hyunwoo sat back on his knees, pulling his t-shirt over his head and never before had you been so enthralled. Your type was normally guys with a dancer's body, and pretty, nothing like him. He was devastatingly handsome and while you normally wouldn't care for the taught pecs, ridged abs and sharp v-line of his hips…He truly did look like sex incarnate.

You wanted to sit up, reach for his belt, pull his pants down and let him fuck your throat. But he was in control, entirely. You weren't exactly ever a dominant lover, not really even a switch, but this time it was wholly up to him what happened. Your mouth watered at the sight for the first time, your romantic feelings fueled your sexual desire. He undid his belt and removed his jeans, his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. Was he always that big?

"Something wrong, pumpkin?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. Due to your previous feelings, or lack-there-of, you never really gave him a good look. He was just your brother's stupid friend. You were getting a really good look in.

"Y-you, uh…" Your mouth watered.

"Wanna taste?" He gripped himself over the fabric and you nodded quickly. He huffed in amusement. Despite the fact you loved a dick in your mouth, you had never done it with him. Didn't let yourself, lest you get hooked. He motioned with his head for you to come closer and you crawled across the bed to where he stood at the foot of it. The bed was the perfect height to allow your face to be perfectly level with his cock. You let out a whimper and he titled his head, watching in amusement. With shaking hands, you reached for the waistband of his boxers and carefully pulled them off. Your mouth watered as he was revealed to you.

"Fuck." You exhaled, watching his dick bob in the air as he stepped out of his final garment. Wiggling your jaw back and forth, you thanked the stars that so many strep-throat tests as a kid killed your gag reflex. You couldn't believe that he had been inside of you before. It made you wonder if your stomach bulged from his girth.

"You just gonna stare?" He stepped closer and you scooched the little bit closer you needed to. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, Hyunwoo exhaled in relief, and you groaned at his taste. You rolled your tongue around him like a popsicle, making him tip his head back with a sigh. Without going much further than the tip, you sucked hard and pulled back. This made him bury his hands in your hair to prevent you from going anywhere.

"What-?" He tilted your head to look up at his face.

"Fuck me. My mouth." You cleared your throat, and he blinked in shock before a devious smirk broke out on his handsome face.

"Really? You sure?"

"Please, please-" You opened your mouth as wide as you could, and he slowly thrusted his dick into your mouth. The deeper he went the more saliva built up in your mouth, starting to drip. The head reached the back of your throat and he moved to pull back his hips, but you stopped him. Your hands flew to his thighs, pulling him closer.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N)." His voice had a hint of a whine to it. He was the perfect length. Your nose hit his pelvis, his cock buried in your throat, but not too deep. While somewhat restricted, you could still breathe when he would pull back; that fact made your walls clench, aching to be filled as well. You shuffled a bit, splaying your knees more, lowering you just a bit. This let him angle his cock down a bit more and you looked up at him expectantly. He practically growled at this and began to thrust into your mouth. Tears sprung to your eyes; you weren't sure if it was from what he was doing or the fact that it was happening at all. Drool dripped down your chin, tears from your eyes, and wet from your cunt. You wouldn't be surprised if when he came -down your throat preferably- that you too would climax. His thrusts picked up some, got shallower and his grip pulled at your scalp. The slight sting from your hair, the fat head of his cock battering your throat, and the taste of his precum was sending you into overdrive. While not one for sado-masochism or bondage, a little pain was nice. In the back of his mind, Hyunwoo marveled at the fact that you had not gagged yet. He was too focused on the wet vacuum of your mouth to think about it too much. The sight of your lips swallowing his swollen cock over and over was orgasmic in itself, but the looking your eyes was what sent him over the edge. They were glazed over in pleasure; you already looked so fucked out.

"(Y/N), can I come inside?" He grunted out and you moaned, wanting nothing more.

"Ah fuck." His hips stuttered and you felt the hot, thick cum spray down your throat. He was so deep you almost couldn't taste his release, which…Just. Kept. Going. You swallowed what seemed like over and over and over before he was done.

Hyunwoo pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard. You caught your breath, finally getting a normal amount of air. Your core was quivering, and you knew you had cum as well from the amount of wetness stuck to the fabric of your shorts. That and your head was swimming.

"Oh, princess." He shook his head, breathing hard himself. You peered up at him with a dazed look and he had never seen you quite like that. He had seen you close, once, your true submissive nature blooming forth. He knew you would let him do anything he wanted, and man was there a lot he wanted to do to you. He had promised to fuck you within an inch of your life, and he was going to make good on it.

"What do you want me to do to you now, sweetheart?"

"Anything." You whined and he groaned, then remembered something. While you had never said it before, he knew you had a thing for hands. You had told him once he wasn't allowed to wear rings because it made his fingers look too good. How easily would you fall apart on his fingers? How many times could he make you come tonight?

"You still on the pill?"

"Yea."

"Good." He hadn't brought any condoms, not thinking anything was going to happen when he left his apartment that morning.

"Scoot up." He ran the back of his finger over your cheek, still damp from tears and you scurried up the mattress. You lay back as he climbed over you; he watched you watch his hand move to your core. He raised an eyebrow as he stroked over the fabric of your shorts. You tended to get very wet very easily, but this was much more than usual.

"Did you cum?" Hyunwoo asked; you nodded sheepishly.

"Oh my god." He dove in, latching onto your lips, not caring that you had just been sucking him dry. Your teeth clacked against his from the messy kiss. His kisses moved from your mouth, down your neck and he settled on your throat again. You were already littered with hickeys, but he was ready to leave more. As he marked your further, he pulled your shorts off roughly, a slight ripping noise coming from the seams. He tossed the last piece of your clothing away, you never slept with underwear on. Finally, his fingers touched your bare pussy, making you whine.

"Oh (Y/N)." He chuckled, burying two fingers in your hot cunt, his thumb finding your swollen clit. You released a long shaky moan, clenching around the digits. He found your weak spot quickly and your hips tilted up, your back arching. You wanted desperately for him to pull his fingers out and fuck you with his delicious cock already, but you refused to say anything. This was for him; he could do whatever he wanted to you, and you would thank him. How had you not realized that this man was the sexiest one on the face of the earth? The pads of his fingers rubbed against your g-spot in just the right way, and it was driving you crazy. His two fingers moved separately, the way they curled and thrusted making the sensations unpredictable. He added a third and spread them, getting you ready for his huge cock. You could feel the strength in his hands, you felt his knuckles rub against your walls, and his palm grinded against your clit.

"H-Hyunwoo!" Your hands landed on his chest, your nails digging into the skin, your release building faster than either of you expected.

"Cum for me, sweet girl." And you did. The breath was knocked out of your lungs, flashes of white dotted your vision. You heard him chuckle, but it sounded like he was far in the distance, rumbling through the air and cutting through the ringing in your ears. When you came down from your high, your vision sharpened, and you saw him smiling down at you. He came closer, bumping his nose against yours, touching his forehead to yours.

"I love you." he whispered, and you hitched a sob, reaching up to cup his jaw. Your thumbs stroked the arch of his cheekbones.

"I love you too." He kissed you softly, his fingers leaving your pussy. His hands cupped your thighs, hitching them up to wrap around his waist. You pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he stroked his cock against your cunt, fully hard again. Hyunwoo knew he was teasing you, rutting against you, covering his dick in your wetness but refusing to enter you.

"Please, please, please." You began to beg; you weren't even close to ashamed. You needed him inside of you, rearranging your insides, carving himself into you, ruining you for anyone else. His hands came up to yours, still on his cheeks, wrapping his fingers around yours, and pinned them up by your head. With great dexterity, he shifted his hips and began to slip inside of you, still holding your hands. His lips hovered over yours, not quite meeting, your mouth hung open in a silent moan as he split you in half. Not only had it been a while since you two had sex; you hadn't gotten yourself off either. No fingers, no vibrator, nothing. Hyunwoo groaned as he settled deep inside of you. The head of his cock almost touched your cervix, your walls gripping him tighter than they ever had before. Your legs held him close, your ankles linked. It seemed your body refused to let him go. He just sat inside of you, giving you small kisses, and let your walls get used to the stretch. His cock was so deep, it felt like he was in your throat and the delicious burn of the stretch was addicting. It never felt so good before, you used to think the idea sex felt better the more you loved the other person was bullshit. No. You were in euphoria, and he hadn't even moved yet.

"Can I move?" he asked, resting his forehead on your collarbone. He really just wanted to fuck you into the mattress, but he wanted this to last as long as possible.

"Yes." you gasped out, preparing for him to knock loose your kidney but he barely pulled out and then slowly thrust back in, grinding his pelvis into yours. Even this slight movement knocked the wind out of you. The next thrust was a bit faster but just as shallow and his breath mixed with yours as he hovered over you. Not pulling out any further, his hips pumped hard, and you threw your head back. Hyunwoo moved his hands from holding yours to wrapping one around your wrists his free hand moving to your lower back to shift you some. With your legs wrapped around his waist, when he sat up on his knees more your butt left the bed; he manhandled you into a near mating press. Somehow, he got deeper, and you knew if it was a thing, your cervix would get bruised.

"I don't think I can hold back." He grunted; his eyes closed in concentration. What the hell were you in for if he was holding back? You had never been taken quite like that before, by anyone, least of all him. You 'made love'. You were in for him fucking you stupid, like he promised.

"Do what you want." You pled; he had stopped moving and you desperately needed him to keep going.

"You have anywhere to be the next few days?"

"No?"

"Good, because I don't want you to be able to walk when I'm done with you." He gave you a devious smirk, pulling away to rest back on his heels. His strong hands dug into the flesh of your thighs where they rested at his side, holding him to you. You let him move them and exhaled harshly as he forced your knees to your ears, completely and easily folding you in half. Still not moving his hips he leaned down so he could speak right into your ear.

"That pill better work good because I'm going to pump you full of my cum." He thrusted, hard. If your breath hadn't left your lungs, you would have nearly screamed. It wasn't a shallow hard thrust like before, no; he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back in. Even you could tell how tight your walls were clenching him, desperately trying to hold him in. Not able to tell what part of you wanted him more -your psyche, your heart, or your cunt- you just knew you never wanted him to stop.

"Hyunwoo-" You weren't sure if you could say anything but his name, but his next thrust stopped all thoughts.

"I want my hand shape to be bruised into your skin." He clenched your thighs under your knees.

Another thrust.

"I want to brand you with the feeling of my cock in your cunt so only I can ever satisfy you."

Thrust.

"I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment." As he recited every filthy desire straight into your ear, he pounded his fat cock so hard into you, you thought he would split you in half.

"I want to paint your skin with my cum and then fill you back up again in the shower."

"I want to fill every part of you that I can. Your pussy, your womb, your mouth, your throat. If you let me, I'll even bury my cock in your ass and paint you white there too."

Your head swam with each word. He was always so sweet and soft before. This was different, he had turned into an animal, and he was determined to fuck you like one.

"I'll do it all. Everything I want. I promise, I will fuck you within an inch of your life."

Master-Master List

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HYUNWOO X FEM READER: GYM PHOTO (short)

SHORT! Word Count: 848

TWS: Masturbation, mentions of: kissing, sex, and oral sex (fem receiving).

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Plot: After your boyfriend Hyunwoo sends you a picture of himself at the gym you get so turned on that you begin touching yourself to the thought of him, not even stopping when he walks in on you.

All it took was one mirror picture of Hyunwoo at the gym, his shirt was slightly wet and sticking to his skin from sweat the same sweat that dripped down his temples and arms. You said you’d only look at the picture one more time, that you were only trying to get a good look at what he looks like at the gym, but you quickly found yourself analyzing every droplet of sweat, every vein that pressed against his skin, the wrinkles of his shirt, and a slight bulge that pressed against his unforgivingly thin sweatpants. You didn’t even notice your body getting hotter or your breathing getting heavier until you felt your hand sliding down your body, you hadn’t even realized that you began touching yourself until your hand was already struggling to get underneath the band of your pants. When you finally came to and stopped looking at the picture, you considered for a second how immoral it would be to touch yourself to such a wholesome picture; after all, he’s only at the gym. So as you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down messily you bit your lip in shame, and with your phone in one hand you slipped your other into your underwear.

At first, you were only teasing yourself, testing the waters by slipping your middle finger in between your folds as you stared at his forearms, you could feel yourself becoming warmer by the second, and with every caress, you were getting wetter. It didn’t take long for you to begin massaging slow circles onto your clit as you trailed your eyes up to his neck, swallowing as your mouth became dry at the sight of little droplets of sweat trickling down his body, you had never felt so thirsty so quickly. As you touched yourself you started imagining how he’d look above you, sweat dripping down his entire body as he locked eyes with you and thrusted into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. So lost in your lust for Hyunwoo you began imagining licking the sweat from his body without even an ounce of shame left, vividly imagining the way your tongue would cool down his warm body and how he’d praise you for being such a desperate slut for him.

You softly cursed under your breath as you felt a chill slowly creep up your spine, your pussy throbbed at every movement of your finger and as you trailed your eyes up to his face your eyebrows furrowed and you licked your lips as you thought of kissing him, you can almost feel them, so soft and warm, the feeling of them like pillows against your body and his tongue so hot in your mouth or trailing up your body. You wished that you could reach through the phone and feel him, pervertedly run your hands across his body as he kissed you and explored your body with his veiny hands, you wanted to reach right through the screen and pull him into your bed, you couldn’t even put into words what you’d do to him or what you’d let him do to you if you could. Thinking of how badly you wanted to be seated on his perfect face, how his lips would feel against your pussy, his soft breaths blowing against the wetness and his hands pressed into your plush thighs as they tremble beside his head.

You felt like you had never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him at that moment alone like you could live a thousand years over and never want anything more than you wanted Hyunwoo in that single second. You had been teasing yourself for so long that over thirty minutes had passed, by then you were looking at videos and pictures of him that fans would thirst over, touching yourself to those as you waited for him to send another picture or video of him at the gym. But in the midst of your waiting you heard the door open, knowing that no one else had the key to your house but Hyunwoo you found yourself panting in excitement, you didn’t know that he’d be coming over or that he’d be cutting his gym session short today but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to walk right into that room, strip down and fuck you into that mattress like he hated you, so as he opened the door and stood in the doorway you didn’t stop touching yourself as you looked at him, a four-second video of him replaying in the background as he eyed you for a second with his face quickly turning red.

“I missed you.” Was all you were able to get out before he snatched the hoodie off his body and walked towards the bed, he wasn’t going to waste a second thought about why you were touching yourself to videos of him or why you didn’t just call him if you wanted him this bad then he’d happily give you exactly what you’ve been craving.

[iibonniee]

I'll Take Care of You | Son Hyunwoo

Paring: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, sick!reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Hyunwoo couldn’t see himself leaving for work knowing his girlfriend was sick.

Masterlist

It was roughly 5:30 in the morning – approximately three hours from when he had to greet the rising sun a good morning - when he heard it. A slight cough that rolled into an ugly set of coughing fits. It merely startled him awake, causing him to jolt awake and glance towards his left, where he saw his girlfriend sit up in panic. Not a moment later were the covers thrown off her body, and out the door, she ran without much of a word.

Hyunwoo’s heart pounded at the sight, instinctively launching him from the bed. He quickly slipped into his slippers and ran after her, the cool apartment air biting at his bare chest. He found her in the bathroom, hunched over the sink, water splattering around her as she ran it, hoping to calm down. She looked up at him, dark circles prominent under her ghostly pale face.

She was sick.

He had noticed her sniffles and occasional bouts of coughing the few days prior, but he didn’t think they would escalate to such a state. His work plans immediately went out the window. There was no question about it; Hyunwoo had made his choice. He was going to stay home to take care of her.

His day began with brewing a cup of warm chamomile tea for her, garnishing the honeyed liquid with a sprig of mint and a slice of lemon. He brought it to her, slowly easing her onto the couch with a gentle hand supporting her back. She was weak, her body wobbling slightly under his touch. He pulled a blanket around her to keep her as comfortable as possible.

Taking care of her meant more than just making tea. He monitored her temperature, doling out medicine when necessary. He made nourishing soups loaded with vegetables and proteins from recipes he remembered his grandmother making him as a child when he fell ill. His lounge became a temporary infirmary, with tissues, throat lozenges, and a humidifier setting up the environment.

Seeing her under such distress caused a gnawing anxiety within him. But he masked it from her, providing an unwavering presence of comfort, support, and care. It was a tiring day, the shadows under his eyes clear evidence. But Hyunwoo was resilient. After all, the woman he loved needed him, and he was right where he needed to be.

He glanced at her once more than the time.

8:25 a.m.

He sighed softly to himself to know what was meant to be done. A quick glance at his lover showed her struggling to keep her eyes open. A few coughs laced with exhaustion broke through the quiet room. Her hand weakly reached up to cover her mouth, but her energy was evidently draining. Her skin was as pale as the sheets she was wrapped up in, and her dark hair stuck onto her forehead from perspiration.

Despite the disheartening sight, Hyunwoo composed himself, keeping his worry concealed so as not to worry her further. He gently brushed the damp hair off her face, his touch soft to not startle her weakened state. A small whimper escaped her as she curled further under the comfortable warmth of the blanket, stirring a heavy feeling within him.

He decided it was now the right time to break away momentarily to handle the other part of his life. He gently got up from his position, delicately pulling his hand from under hers to avoid any unnecessary disturbance.

He stepped out of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket with slightly trembling hands. As he scrolled to Kihyun’s number, he took a deep breath. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button.

The line connected, and Kihyun’s alert voice echoed, “Hyunwoo?”

“I won’t be able to make it to practice today,” Hyunwoo confessed immediately, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a pause on the other end as Hyunwoo’s words sank in.

“What? Are you okay?” Kihyun’s alertness was instantly replaced with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Hyunwoo reassured him. “But… she’s sick. Really sick. I… I need to stay with her.”

A longer silence followed this before Kihyun replied. “Oh… yeah, of course. We can manage here. Make sure she’s okay, alright?”

Hyunwoo nodded, though he knew Kihyun couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I will. Thank you, Kihyun.”

He ended the call but didn’t move for a minute, taking in the weight of the situation once more. His heart was heavy, but it was also filled with determination. He stepped back into the room with renewed resolve, ready to face whatever was to come.

Making his way back into the living room, Hyunwoo immediately noticed the lack of her presence. A chilling silence hung in the air, a stark contrast to the soft whimpering he left to. Filled with anxiety, his heart pounded as he rushed through the living area into the bathroom, the one place she could be.

The sight that greeted him was a heart-wrenching one. Kneeling beside the toilet, she was shaking violently, vulnerable, and trying to muffle her sobs. A feeling of helplessness washed over him, but he quickly pushed it away.

He moved forward as gently as he could to comfort her, but she threw a weak hand up to stop him.

“No… don’t,” she whispered hoarsely, “I don’t… want you to see me like this.” Her voice was barely audible, but the words still struck him like a physical blow.

Hyunwoo couldn’t help but worry. She might want him to stay away, but he couldn’t leave her in such a state. Ignoring her weak protests, he dashed into the kitchen, his heart pounding louder with each step. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, he quickly filled it with water and hurried back. He skidded to a stop by the bathroom door once again, the water sloshing slightly over the rim.

“Y/N…” Hyunwoo sighed, moving closer to her. Kneeling beside her, he moved her hair out of her way, ignoring her words in favor of being there for her.

Not caring about the drops staining his sweats, he comforted her with soothing words and gentle strokes on her back as the convulsing of her body began to subside. Her suffering was a sight that pained him immeasurably. His heart ached within him, torn between fulfilling her wish for privacy and the urgent need to care for her. Although she had protested, he understood that, at this moment, his comforting and stable presence was necessary.

Gently, he took hold of her hair, pulling it back from her face as another wave of nausea hit her. She leaned forward over the toilet, her body convulsing with her dry heaves. He could feel every tremor, every shake of her body, as he held her steady, providing the support she was too stubborn to ask for.

As she finally slumped back, drained of all energy, Hyunwoo handed her a glass of water he had brought, helping her rinse her mouth. His other hand reached for a damp cloth, dabbing it gently against her sweat-drenched forehead. Despite her protests, he never wavered, his actions proving his unwavering support.

Seeing her in this vulnerable state was hurtful, but he was there for her, showing his care quietly, hoping it would provide her some comfort. His touch was gentle, his voice soothing, as he whispered encouraging words, stroking her back in a rhythmic motion, all in a bid to ease her discomfort.

As the morning light filtered in through the window, casting a warm glow over the dismal scene, Hyunwoo felt a sense of determination. Seeing her like this only made his resolve stronger. He would do everything possible to help her through this. No matter how tough things got, he would not leave her side.

Once her retching had subsided, Hyunwoo gently helped her back up, placing an arm around her for support. His other hand lightly held a glass of water. His eyes searched her own, begging her to drink.

“Here, have some water, slowly,” he said, handing the glass to her. His gaze was full of empathy; his firm voice disguised his anxiousness.

Seeing her frail body leaning heavily on him, he sighed softly and said, “Let me get you a bath. It will help you feel better.” He gently carried her to the bathroom, ensuring she was comfortable as the bath filled with warm water. “You’ll feel better once you’re clean and fresh,” he murmured reassuringly.

He cautiously held her in the bath, his steady hands careful not to upset her fragile condition. As he bathed her, their silence was filled with innocent camaraderie. His small actions brimmed with care, from the warm water to the gentle way he helped her clean. His voice broke the silence only to guide her, “Can you lift your arm a little? Good, and now your other arm.”

He continued to utter calming words to her. Hyunwoo continued to speak to her gently, his soothing cadence acting as a salve to her weakened state. Each word was a careful selection aimed to infuse her with strength and to let her know she was not alone.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he encouraged, his tone a mere whisper. As he helped her sit up, he reassured her, “Just lean on me; there’s no rush.”

His words were a balm, his sentences woven with kindness and understanding. Each reassuring phrase was designed to ease her pain and to instill her with the certainty that he was there, steadying her, supporting her. He softly praised each bit of progress, no matter how small, his encouraging words like rhythmic lullabies designed to soothe her tired soul.

Throughout it all, the calming words never ceased. They filled the room, creating an environment of tranquility amidst the chaos. His comforting murmur acted as an anchor. While his words floated around her, she drew strength from them, feeling cocooned by the warmth and care in his tone.

“You’re nearly there,” he would say, the soft timber of his voice echoing a quiet confidence that this, too, they would overcome together. “So beautiful, do you know that? A sight to be seen. I fall in love with you more every day.”

Hyunwoo smiled at her softly, brushing some hair from her face. He hated how warm her cheeks felt against his fingers. His heart felt like it was breaking while his mind tried to think of any way to have the roles reversed. She looked far too frail to him. Almost too vulnerable to him. It cut away at his already bleeding and crying heart.

“Take it slow. We have time,” he whispered gently. After the bath, he helped her out, wrapping a plush towel around her. He carefully led her to the bedroom, supporting her with a firm grip around her. “I won’t leave your side.”

Once in the bedroom, he helped her into fresh clothes, handling her with practiced ease, ensuring her comfort at every step. He brushed her hair, using gentle strokes. Her eyes met his, filled with gratitude and a glimmer of relief.

“You’re doing great,” he said as he brushed her damp hair, his voice filled with warmth. Small comforts, understanding, and a promise to stick through colored the air between them, transforming the dismal morning into a touch of warmth. His resolve only amplified. There was no going back; he was there to stay until the very end.

Hyunwoo observed her reaction. Even when she wasn’t feeling 100%, he couldn’t help but fall for her even harder. His heart raced in his chest like the first time he saw her. He was 100% smitten with her.

“Hyunwoo,” She finally spoke up, her voice hoarse, “You didn’t have to call out of work to take care of me. I… I don’t want you to miss today’s practice or whatever was planned.”

“Practice can wait,” Hyunwoo responded, gently shaking his head, his hand still threading through her hair. His tone held a soft yet unwavering firmness. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here, taking care of you.”

He soaked in the sight of her - her vulnerability in stark contrast to the usual fiery brilliance that she embodied, fueling his determination. Securing her tucked under the plush blanket, he rose to his feet.

“Don’t worry about anything,” he gently commanded, pressing a light, tender kiss to her forehead. “Just rest, okay? I’ll be right back.”

With those soothing words still lingering, he quietly exited the room and went to the kitchen. His mind busied itself with what tea flavor she’d prefer or whether she’d like noodles or rice in her soup. The kitchen, usually a place of effortless culinary exploration, transformed into a makeshift refuge where he could channel his worry into creating something comforting for her.

The click of the stove brought him back to reality as the kettle began to heat. The gentle wafting aroma of her favorite tea - chamomile with a hint of honey - filled the air, offering a further semblance of tranquility.

Next, he focused on the soup. He wanted something hearty yet easily digestible - an amalgamation of nutritious ingredients that would nurse her back to health. A chicken broth with a sprinkle of her favorite herbs and spices, he figured, should do the work.

With every chop, stir, and seasoning, his love for her permeated into the food, a secret ingredient perhaps more potent than the conventional ones. With the soup simmering on the stove and tea steeping beside it, he couldn’t help but hope that these simple gestures comforted her as much as she comforted him. He wanted to provide her the same strength she had given him multiple times. Today, he could try. Today, he would be her strength.

Hyunwoo removed the soup from the heat with a final pinch of salt and a sprinkle of fresh parsley. The aroma wafting into the chilly air gave him a sense of subtle satisfaction, hoping it could provide the warmth she needed. He poured the delicately brewed tea into her favorite mug, its usual cheerful pattern seeming to glow a little brighter today.

He made his way back to her. The path seemed longer than it actually was, the anticipation slowing time. He made his way back to her. As he softly nudged the door open, the sight of her sitting up and waiting for him made his heartbeat spike up again. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, he helped her adjust the pillows supporting her back.

“I hope this makes you feel better,” he murmured gently, dipping the spoon in the bowl to scoop up some of the warm soup. He blew gently on the spoon to cool it, the steam rising and dissipating in the air. “Here, open up,” he said, holding out the spoon.

As she savored the soup, her face seemed to relax bit by bit, offering him a slight, thankful smile. This assured him he was doing something right. He continued this process, feeding her gently, quietly cheering inside when he saw her delicate complexion gaining some warmth and color.

The warm tea was served next, her sip indicating her satisfaction. He observed her, his attentions undivided. Seeing her regain a little energy made him feel accomplished; his once broken heart once again felt whole.

A small, content sigh escaped her lips after the last spoonful of soup and a final sip of tea. She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes still possessing a hint of weariness but now with a spark of something more – a quiet request.

“Hyunwoo,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “could you stay with me? Maybe watch some TV?”

He paused, taking a moment to process her words. Despite his initial hesitation, the thought of leaving her alone seemed out of the question. So, with a slight nod and a faint smile, he gave in.

“Of course,” he replied, his tone soft yet decisive.

Moving to clear the tray, he carefully climbed beside her on the bed, ensuring he did not jostle her. As he flicked the remote on, wrapping her carefully into his arms, the channels began to blur past – none of it compared to the woman in his arms.

He hugged her close with her snuggled into his chest, her head resting over his heart. His heart thundered beneath her ear, a familiar soundtrack to their intimate moments. She changed the rhythm of his heartbeats and made them dance to the tune of their love.

He felt her relax in his hold, her breaths syncing rhythmically with his. As they lay there, wrapped in a comfortable silence, the faint sounds of the television humming in the background, he realized that he was her comfort as much as she was his.

Feeling the tiny tremors that ran through her body, he realized she was sniffling. It was a soft, almost inaudible noise, muffled against the fabric of his shirt. His subconscious mind registered the dampness on his chest where her tears must have soaked through. His fingers gently ruffled through her hair, cooing her closer into his embrace. This was the only solace he could provide: the comfort of his warmth, the refuge in his arms.

Nuzzling her face into him, she attempted to catch his familiar scent. The scent reminded her of home, of safety - a comforting aroma that always made her head spin a little. But to her dismay, her stuffy nose would only allow the faintest waft of him to pass, curtailing her desperate urge to sink into his quintessence.

For her, his scent was her anchor, her safe place amidst the tempest that life often became. The mere recognition of his aroma was enough to alleviate her worries, to calm her racing heart. And now, even that small comfort seemed just beyond her reach. His hand stroked her hair gently, his low hums and whispers offering a melody that sought to comfort her failing senses.

Bound together in this quiet moment, the underplayed drama of everyday life faded into the background. Their shared warmth attempts to dispel any chill their bodies might be holding onto.

Unseen by her, his face softens at the sight of her struggle. In that instance, he becomes even more determined to be her balm, her solace. In silent promise, he wraps her even tighter against him, a cocoon of warmth meant only for her, assuring her that regardless of the storm outside, here in his arms, she would always find her shelter.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, softly interrupting their intimate moment. He was fully aware of what she was trying to do. Her sniffles, loud despite her attempts to make them unknown, were an obvious giveaway.

“There’s nothing for you to sniff,” he gently teased her, a light giggle escaping him as he tightened his arms around her body protectively, mindful of her delicate state. This was a side of her he cherished - raw, vulnerable, yet spirited to the bone. It brings about a sense of endearing admiration in him. “I probably stink. Your stuffy nose is saving you from my nasty smell. Believe me, Minhyuk would’ve commented on it the second I stepped into the studio.”

“Give it a break, will you? I’m trying to preserve…” she started before a sneeze cut her words short. “…The essence of you,” she continued hesitantly after a brief pause, her voice barely a whisper. An admission so innocent, it instilled an honest joy in him. “Your scent is comforting to me. And I can’t smell you, so I’m going crazy.”

“You always were curious and slightly crazy,” he chuckled lightly, whispering into her hair. “But, sweetheart,” he added more seriously, “I really think you should rest. You’re not well,” he reminded her. His tone was soft, filled with concern and a gentleness that managed to soothe her despite her resistance.

Despite his valid argument, she was not one to back down easily. Sickness or not, her stubborn streak won out. “I’m alright,” she quipped stubbornly, snuggling closer into his warmth. “Rest is for the weak. And I, for one, am not weak.”

“Of course you are, my fierce little fighter,” he murmured affectionately, kissing her forehead.” His lips formed a soft smile at her tenacity. Giving in to her refusal to rest, he simply strengthened his hold on her, a silent vow to be there for her regardless of the storms brewing inside or outside. He grinned at her stubbornness, “Alright, Miss Invincible. Remember the round of trivia we played last week? Five questions, fastest answers?”

She squinted at him suspiciously, but a spark of challenge fired up in her eyes. “You’re on.”

“Great. Question one: who was the first man on the moon?”

“Neil Armstrong,” she responded quickly, her grin widening with every rapidly recalled fact.

“Who wrote ‘Pride and Prejudice’?”

“Jane Austen.” Her voice held a note of tired triumph, yet each answer was tinged with a softness that only presaged further exhaustion.

Their harmless banter slowly melted into softer whispers, her voice growing feeble with each passing minute. Round after round, she answered each query he rolled out with the tenacity of a true fighter, albeit drowsy.

Towards the end, her responses were barely above a whisper, her words slurring and sentences starting to lose their coherence. “The capital of… that’s…no, wait…” she mumbled, struggling to string her thoughts together correctly. “I know it…”

Even in her sleep-encroached state, he found her endearing. Gently hushing her, he gently carded his hand through her hair. He looked down at her fondly, whispering, “Sleep now, my warrior queen. The trivia can wait.”

Her words, turning into an unintelligible mumble, eventually faded into a deep, steady rhythm of breaths. And as her resistance gave way to sleep, he smiled, holding her closer with a renewed sense of warmth and playfulness from their quiet banter. The faint mumble of her breaths and her body cuddled close to him was a silent reminder that this was his to protect, to love, and to comfort.

Resting his chin atop her head, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, fighter.” And with that, he let the soothing rhythm of their shared warmth coax him into his own descent into calm and quiet sleep.

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for monsta x and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» Anniversary Gift ♧ s. hyunwoo

➥ 7.1k ; Y/N's boyfriend Hyunwoo takes her on a trip for their anniversary ― to a private island just south of Jeju.

»» Makeup Sex ♧ l. jooheon

➥ 4.3k; Jooheon has been ignoring Y/N recently and she finds herself missing him more than usual.

»» Give it a Chance ♧ i. changkyun

➥ 8.2k; after weeks of flirting with her, the infamous 'fuckboy' that has been invading Y/N's workspace has a chance to sweep her off her feet at another bar and after seeing him in a new light, she's tempted to let him.

»» Time for a Change ♧ i. changkyun

➥ 2k; Changkyun is known on campus as being a huge flirt and a bit of a fuckboy. Little does he know, his next target, Y/N is not the sweet and innocent girl everyone paints her as. After hooking up with her on several occasions, Changkyun realizes he has feelings for her but does she return the sentiment?

»» Jealousy ♤♧ i. changkyun

➥ 5k; Changkyun is Y/N's best friend and she notice how distant he’s become since she befriended the rest of his members, especially his hyung, Kihyun.

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— drabbles

»» Drunken Confessions ♡ s. hyunwoo

➥ 891; after her roommate, Hyunwoo, calls her drunk from the bar, Y/N goes to pick him up and bring him home only to realize she has to babysit him before he falls asleep.

»» Don't Listen to Them ♡ l. minhyuk

➥ 577; when Y/N visit her boyfriend and realize he's down in the dumps over what some so called fans have been saying about his newest piece of ink, she decides to tell him that she doesn't think that way and how much she loves all of him, including his tattoos.

»» Stay ♡ y. kihyun

➥ 694; Y/N has hidden Kihyun's pants in hopes of making him stay at her place instead of leaving for practice like he's supposed to.

»» the Interview ♡ l. jooheon

➥ 1.3k; Jooheon is just ready to get this interview over with so the group can finally get some food and rest, until his eyes land on the person conducting the interview… Y/N.

»» My Girl ♡ i. changkyun

➥ 698; Changkyun sticks up for his S/O when he overhears some stylists mocking their Korean speaking capability.

»» Rainy Days ♡ i. changkyun

➥ 786; when her plans with Changkyun go awry due to a thunderstorm, he shows Y/N that a day spent inside is just as good as a day spent outside.

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— miniseries

»» the Bet: 01 | 02 | 03 ♧ ⊝ s.hyunwoo

➥ --; after learning the man she thought loved her only started seeing her as the result of a bet with his friends, Y/N's life is put in jeopardy when his boss, and her father’s rival, learns about the relationship.

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— series

»» Give it to You ♧✓ ot7

➥ 25k; after making a secret pact, Y/N is tasked with bringing seven souls to her boss in exchange for her freedom. will she be able to follow through and end their lives or will she disobey her orders and pay with her life?

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wonho

— drabbles

»» Lab Partners ♧

➥ drabble; 576; Y/N gets up to some shenanigans when she's supposed to be finishing a project with her lab partner, Hoseok.

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— oneshots

»» Personal Trainer ♧

➥ oneshot; 7.6k; when her best friend begs her to go to the gym with her, Y/N is convinced she's trying to set her up with her personal trainer and after seeing him, Y/N might just be okay with that.

»» Dancing in the Dark ♧

➥ oneshot; 5.5k; it's always been just friends between Y/N and Hoseok but for Y/N, she's always wanted more. After watching her performance during a dance competition, Hoseok realizes that maybe he wants more as well…

»» Secrets ♤

➥ oneshot hybrid; 7.5k; after ending a secret 2 year relationship with Hoseok, Y/N realizes how much she really loved him and just maybe, he feels the same?

»» Noisy Neighbor ♧

➥ 6.3k; Y/N loves everything about her apartment － except her annoying and loud neighbor, Hoseok.

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[sotteoks]

More Than A Helping Hand | 🔞

──★ ˙pairing: Shownu x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙warnings/contents: SMUT, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, established relationship, roommates!au, college!au, rich girl!reader, friends to lovers trope, dom!Shownu, sub!reader, simp shownu...lowkey..., masturbation (female) , dirty talk !!!!, some degradation, 'princess' as a nickname, tiny bit of choking, very minimal impact play/reader gets a small slap, let's assume reader is on the pill bc of the creampie, there's a sprinkle of fluff kinda, soft aftercare bc why not, ... please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝ ──★ ˙word count: 6.9k ──★ ˙ a/n: this is literally so self indulgent im so sorry ──★ ˙summary: your university roommate Hyunwoo is everything you wanted and then some.

right now, in this room i'm saying i can't take it any longer

You never wanted a roommate. In fact, what you were actually in search of was a housekeeper or personal assistant; your friends had made you aware of that fact when you described what you thought was the ideal roommate. However, when your parents shipped you off to attend university in the city, they made it very clear that you needed to learn how to live without all the luxuries you were accustomed to at home while you attended school. They had made it through their early adulthood without all the nice, shiny things. Everything they currently had, they attained through hard work after finishing school.

It was your turn to experience that.

Your friends offered you two solutions to your problems after growing tired of your complaints: get a part time job or get a roommate. Having a part time job seemed out of the question to you because you could barely manage your busy social life along with school work. Naturally, having a roommate was the option that was most appealing. Initially, trying to find someone who met your impossibly high standards for a roommate was difficult. The people who responded to the flyers you posted around your university campus were always too much of something for your liking. Whether they be too talkative, too quiet, too boring, too obnoxious, too stingy; they were never just right. 

Until Son Hyunwoo, the pride of the music and dance department, came along.

 

On top of being an ace in all of his classes, he was incredibly attractive, very nice, and just the right amount of talkative for your tastes. But being honest with yourself, you probably would have accepted him as a tenant just because of how hot he was and he left a good first impression on you when he let you copy his notes back in your freshman year. He moved in fairly quickly and the two of you seemed to mesh well due to his helpful nature and you...well, often needed help.

 After a few months of living together, he easily gained the title of your right hand man as you two did everything together. Even if most of the time, your idea of bonding together was running errands with him while you delegated what to do. Perhaps it was because of the attraction he felt toward you, he had no problem doing the silly little tasks you would ask of him which led to the situation the two of you were currently in.

Sitting at the foot of your bed, phone in hand, Hyunwoo was taking pictures of you as you tried on various outfits from a recent shopping spree you went on since you finally had some spending money. 

“This skirt looks a little short.” You comment as you examine yourself in the full length mirror in your bedroom before striding over to Hyunwoo. “What do you think?” You give a little turn and pose as you present yourself to him.

Looking up from his phone screen and shifting his gaze to you before slipping his phone into his pocket, he purses his lips in thought; giving you the impression he was seriously contemplating the details of your outfit. Yes, he did think the short was incredibly short. When you twirled around to let Hyunwoo see your attire from all angles, the simple movement caused your skirt to lift just enough to expose the cheeky thong you were wearing. But, Hyunwoo wasn't going to let you know that. Simply because he wanted to be able to enjoy the sight of you prancing around wearing that miniskirt during some sort of outing you would inevitably make him join you on. 

“It looks fine. It makes your legs look longer.” Hyunwoo tells you with a plain expression to mask how he truly felt. While your attention goes back to observing your own reflection, his eyes are quick to fixate themselves on the perfection that he views you as. With every turn and pose you make in the mirror, Hyunwoo has to make sure not to stare too long in fear of being caught but the sneaky, longing glances are barely enough to satiate the feelings of desire that lay seated deeply within him.

Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you sigh in dissatisfaction before calling over Hyunwoo to help you undo the zipper on your skirt. He hears your request but the words don’t process to him immediately due to his ogling so when he finally realizes what you had just said, he’s thankful he didn’t blow his cover by literally jumping up at the chance to help you undress. Approaching you slowly, cautious hands start to reach toward your body.

“Be careful with the tags, I still don't know if I wanna return this.” You warn when you feel his hand hold on to the hem of your skirt while the other pulls down the tiny zipper. Once the zipper is undone, you casually begin to strip out of your outfit before changing into a plain hoodie and leggings. 

It was just a tiny bit fucked up how after you had gotten comfortable around Hyunwoo, you seemed to constantly neglect the fact that he was a healthy, young man with an ample interest in the female form as you had no qualms about changing around him or walking around the apartment in just your underwear. One time, you had even called him into your room while you had a fever and asked him to administer your suppository since you couldn't see yourself in the mirror well enough. That event may have been the straw that broke the camel’s back and caused Hyunwoo to start having lewd thoughts about you; but he would never admit that because it made him feel like some sort of sexual deviant.  

However, the truth was that had you done these things with any other man, they would take it as you purposely tempting them and teasing them. But that was just something that never seemed to cross your mind whenever you behaved the way you did. 

Initially when you first started to show you were getting comfortable, Hyunwoo actually did think you were coming on to him. Alas, that idealization was quickly shattered when he learned that due to your upbringing, it was simply second nature to you to always have someone ready to assist you with the most basic tasks such as getting dressed. It bewildered him that you managed to live on your own for as long as you did. But Hyunwoo couldn’t judge you because university was the place where one was guaranteed to meet people with vastly different upbringings.

When you're done changing clothes, you go to sit on your bed and motion Hyunwoo to give you his phone before he hands it over to you then begin looking through the pictures he took of you; a pleased hum falling from you.

“Not bad.” You mumble mostly to yourself, praising how well your outfits photographed. “Send these to me.” You tell the male, tossing his phone back to him. He easily catches the cellular device and obliges to your request; your phone vibrating on your nightstand and hitting your ears with an obnoxious clattering sound, indicating you received the pictures. You reach for the device to look over the pictures once more and decide which one to post only to panic upon realizing the time; scrambling to your feet then dashing to grab your handbag. 

You say something about a nail appointment to Hyunwoo on your way out of your bedroom, nearly tripping over all the shoes in the entryway of your apartment while digging in your purse for your car keys. The front door opens then promptly slams shut; seeming to echo louder than usual as your roommate stood in your bedroom alone, trying to process the flurry of activity that had just happened. 

 In your absence, he tidied up the leftover mess from your fashion show earlier and placed the brand new items with tags in the shopping bag they arrived in. Noticing that there were even more clothes sporadically placed around your bedroom floor, he took the liberty of collecting the small piles of worn clothing before dumping them in your hamper.  

Now, it was almost as if the Lord was testing Hyunwoo; seeing if he was being sincerely nice and doing you a favor by cleaning up or if he was just seriously down bad waiting for you to give him some sort of reward for being a decent human. The calm composure he usually maintained on the outside in order to keep his less pure feelings under tight wraps had nearly faltered when he caught sight of a pair of lacy panties peeking out from under your bed. Initially, when he reached to toss it with the rest of your clothing, he didn’t think too much of it. However, once he picked it up he not only got a whiff of your feminine scent lingering on the fabric, he noticed the way that the crotch of it was slightly dry and caked with what he could safely assume was your arousal. The little devil on his shoulder urges him to pocket it for himself and use it as erotic fodder for his imagination since you probably wouldn’t even notice it was missing; and on top of that, parting with a single pair of panties was the least you could do for him. But alas, his rational thinking overpowered those thoughts in the end and he quickly tossed it into your hamper.

Hyunwoo eventually retired to his own room and you returned from your nail appointment; picking up dinner on your way back as a small gesture of gratitude. When you announce your arrival after unlocking the door and swap your shoes for a pair of house slippers, Hyunwoo comes to greet you, fondly reminding you of the puppy you had to leave with your parents. Taking the bag of take out food from your hands, he brings it over to the dining table and you follow him excitedly; practically skipping over to the fridge to fetch some beverages before sitting down at the table. 

“Look at my new nails!” You exclaim gleefully, going through a series of poses to showcase the jewel adorned acrylics that now decorated your fingers. “Gyaru style has been trendy recently and I can’t remember the last time I had a manicure this Instagram worthy.” You continue to babble as Hyunwoo takes the seat across from you, untying the knot of the plastic take out bag then spreading out the containers on the table and opening them to reveal fried chicken from a place the two of you frequented often.  

“Aren’t your nails a little long? How are you gonna get anything done?” He questions in a teasing tone, reaching over for the cans of beer you brought out and opening a can for each of you. 

“I can do things just fine.” You tell him, a small pout forming on your face as you sift through the take out bag to retrieve a pair of plastic gloves and putting them on with ease before finally grabbing a piece of chicken and proceeding to eat as if you were trying to convince him of your capabilities. 

The rest of dinner is filled with casual conversation and lots of laughter over several cans of beer. When the two of you finish eating, you follow Hyunwoo’s lead as he starts cleaning up; which had become a common practice for you after he made a joke about not being able to help you forever. It was just a lighthearted comment and the two of you knew that at some point in the future the two of you would stop being roommates, but you couldn’t help but feel saddened by the idea of not having Hyunwoo around. Besides the fact that he did things like take off your makeup when you were too drunk to remember, take all your outfit of the day pictures for you and finish your food for you when you went to cafes solely for the aesthetic, you genuinely enjoyed his company. 

Hyunwoo was the one who babysat you when you would get blackout drunk at all the frat parties you went to together. He was the one who went with you to all these random outings with you just so you could maintain your silly little instagram persona. He didn’t just help you out with your stupid errands and chores, he also taught you how to get accustomed to living on your own. During the time the two of you lived together, you felt like you grew up a lot thanks to his nurturing behavior towards you and that was something that would be impossible for you to pay him back for. 

When the two of you finish cleaning up after dinner and part ways, going to your respective bedrooms, you find yourself tossing and turning unable to get any sleep. 

You tried counting sheep, imagining little fantasies of you on vacation, and even got up to make yourself a nice cup of special imported chamomile tea that your mother had swore by; but none of those things worked. So, you found yourself laying back in bed watching long YouTube documentaries that you thought would bore you so much you would just fall asleep. 

But even that didn’t work and it was time for one of your last resorts. 

Leaning over the side of your bed and  yanking open the drawer of your bedside table, you rummaged through its contents before pulling out a bullet vibrator. It was a rose gold device with a textured pink silicone tip, the entire thing was small enough to be concealed in your fist so when you pressed the power button on the bottom and heard the toy roar to life you flinched slightly. Quickly turning it off after checking that it still worked, you spend a few minutes trying to get comfortable in bed.

Once you’re relaxed, you slip your pajama shorts off and let them get lost in your bedding, tentatively holding the toy in one hand then turning it on once again before bringing it to your panty clad center. The strength of the vibrations are felt before you even make direct contact with your clit so once it does, your inner thighs tremble ever so slightly at the intensity. Eyes falling closed and your lips parted in a silent moan, you use the toy to massage gentle circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long for your climax to build because of how powerful the toy is. 

Your body covered in a light layer of sweat; silk sheets clinging to your skin as you roll your hips against your own hand holding the toy, desperately trying to get more friction and finish quickly but it seems like the universe is against you as you notice the vibrations start becoming weaker and weaker the closer your orgasm gets.

 Then, right before you were able to finish the toy dies completely and you let out a loud groan of frustration. 

Now, on top of not being able to sleep, you were now sweaty and angry about your ruined orgasm. You weren’t really thinking rationally at this point, your mind was only focused on two things: getting your big O and then going to sleep. So, when you text your roommate asking if he was still awake, you’re pleased when he replies quickly and you immediately ask him to come to your room. 

“Is..something wrong?” Hyunwoo asks once he arrives, awkwardly standing off to the side of your bed frame.  For the few moments he’s in your presence, you count him yawn at least three times and realize that he was either sleeping or very close to falling asleep prior to you texting him. Feeling bad that you cut into his time to rest all because you couldn’t satiate your own desires, you pat the empty spot in your bed, silently instructing him to fill the space beside you; and of course, he obliges. The only source of light in your room comes from a small lamp on your nightstand and casts a soft golden glow as the two of you sit in silence for a bit while you try to string together the words of your proposal.

“I have a favor to ask you.” You start off demurely, giving Hyunwoo an expression of neediness he’s never seen until now. Blinking away the remainder of sleep in his eyes, he further examines your expression to try and figure out what you wanted from him at this hour. With the way the light and shadows danced across your face, Hyunwoo could have sworn he detected your eyes looking at him with lust but he could only chalk it up to him being tired and imagining what he wanted to see. 

“I was gonna go back to bed, I don’t know if I wanna go to the convenience store for you at this hour.” He laughs to ease his nerves but the expression you wear on your face turns serious and he begins to feel on edge again. 

“No, I don’t need you to get me anything.” You tell him, your brows furrowing as a frown grows on your face. 

You’re beating around the bush and both of you know it.

 It creates a mutual feeling of unease between the two of you but for different reasons; Hyunwoo being nervous about what you could possibly ask of him at this hour and you being embarrassed about the next words that were going to leave your mouth. 

“Would you sleep with me?” You ask in a meek voice as you avoid making eye contact with him, idly twiddling your thumbs; trying to mentally prepare yourself for him to reject you.

“Isn’t it a little childish to need me to comfort you after a nightmare?” Hyunwoo chuckles in response which makes you even more frustrated than you were before. “I mean-”

“No, not like that.” You cut him off hastily. “My vibrator died on me.” 

The silence that falls over the two of you is so loud and creates a tension so thick, you could have sworn it would suffocate you if you opened your mouth to say anything else. In that moment, you had started to regret asking him for such a favor; knowing that you asked him for too much and crossed the line this time. All you had wanted now was for him to reject your request and go back to his room like nothing happened.

“See? I told you those nails were gonna make it more difficult for you to do things.” Hyunwoo teases, alleviating the awkward atmosphere and making your cheeks feel warm at the implication of his words. “How do you want me to help?”

The sound of his question makes your breath get caught in your throat, causing you to get choked up and cough a little to clear it. 

“You’re messing with me, right?” You respond in disbelief at how casual he is, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one who called me into your room this late. Do you want my help or not?” Hyunwoo quips back; rendering you silent for the time being. You know he’s just heckling you for the fun of it but there’s a slight sharpness in his tone that you’re not used to hearing from him. The remnants of your ruined orgasm already has you so hot, it’s hard to tell if him talking to you like that is what further excites you.

Your mind no longer has the capacity to think of words to say to Hyunwoo and you let the primal feeling of lust fully overcome you as you slowly close the space between the two of you. Your lips make contact with his for the first time and the sensation of his plush lips on yours has you craving more contact. Though you were the one who initially called him to quell your frustrations, Hyunwoo kisses you back with such intensity, it leaves you breathless. He makes it difficult for you to want to pull away but at some point, you need to replenish your oxygen. When you break the kiss, your lips are slightly swollen and you’re panting very softly. Along with the mortification that came with you basically asking your roommate to fuck you, you were now embarrassed by the fact he literally took your breath away and had you wanting more. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hyunwoo asks gently, genuinely concerned about if he had come on too strong or made you uncomfortable. Though he was elated to finally experience kissing you, he was getting nervous all over again. There were so many things to worry about like you not liking the experience or if the two of you went any further-

“No, it’s fine.” You quietly reassure Hyunwoo which effectively snaps him out of his anxiety ridden engrossment. 

After that, everything progresses so fast you can’t even recall who kissed who, who started tugging at the clothes or anything. But it wasn’t like that mattered as you and Hyunwoo were finally getting what you both wanted. Sprawled out beneath him with your camisole hiked up to expose your chest, Hyunwoo’s pajama pants and underwear were thrown together in one piece somewhere, and your soaked panties decorating the floor waiting to be collected as a souvenir later for Hyunwoo. Whoever said nice guys finish last probably had some other fatal flaw holding them back because here Hyunwoo was; one of the nicest guys at your university, getting something he wanted just for being a genuinely kind person. 

As eager as he was, he was still a romantic at heart and had tried to convince you to partake in some foreplay before getting to the main event; but as soon as he peeled the lacy fabric off your body to reveal the way your arousal clung to your skin, creating a translucent trail between your center and the panties— he understood why you were so impatient and insistent on having him fill you immediately. Kneeling between your spread legs, one hand guides his cock to your sopping hole while the other idly settles on your inner thigh. Just the feeling of the tip of Hyunwoo’s cock grazing your folds as he spreads your arousal is enough to make you start squirming beneath him and trying to get him inside you. 

“What’s taking so long?” You whine out. “If you’re gonna tease-”

Your bratty tangent is cut short by Hyunwoo finally slipping the tip of his cock into your cunt after taking a moment to mentally prepare himself for the sweet heat that was between your legs. 

“Don’t worry, I'll take care of you.” He reassures you.

Maybe he’s being dramatic because he had been too busy for hookups. Maybe he was just a major simp for you. But the wet, warmth you encase his cock in as he ventures deeper into you is something beyond his wildest dreams. Hyunwoo thanks the heavens that you needed some time to adjust to his size stretching your taut walls because at this point he was worried that if he moved, he would bust too quickly. And it wouldn’t just be quick, it would be an obscene amount. 

The slight sting of your cunt stretching to accommodate him seems to further excite you as soft moans fall past your parted lips as he bottoms out and you’ve finally taken him to the hilt. Just the feeling of having Hyunwoo fill you like this is enough to quell your impatience from earlier as you bask in the feeling of being so full. Your eyes flutter closed as you brace yourself for whatever sexual frustrations you knew Hyunwoo was going to unleash upon you. Even if you were totally unaware of the less than pure thoughts he had about you, you knew he wasn’t meeting up with any sneaky links in his free time; how could he if he willingly spent almost all of his time outside of school and work with you?

“Fuck—” You hear Hyunwoo mutter. 

Curiously, you open your eyes to see how he’s fairing but instead of being greeted by him looking at your face or your chest,  you find that his eyes are fixed where your two bodies meet and he’s admiring the way your cunt greedily swallowed his cock. And of course, your gaze follows his and the sight sends a rush of heat straight to your core.

The sight only becomes more enticing when he slowly pulls his hips back until only the tip remains inside of you and both of you see his length slicked in a thick, shiny coat of your arousal. Though the juicy image is something you don’t mind having imprinted in your memory, gawking at the sight wasn’t doing enough for you. 

It almost scares you when you realize how in sync you and Hyunwoo are; right when you’re about to forgo your pride and beg him to fuck you like the needy slut he somehow managed to awaken in you, he speaks up first. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hold back anymore. I want you so bad.” He hastily confesses before his hands migrate to your waist, getting a firm grasp on you as he lifts your hips from the mattress and pulls your ass onto his lap starting to thrust into you. Almost immediately, your hands go to reach for his strong arms and hold on tight, hoping that you would be provided with some sort of stability.

You gasp in surprise about how rough his movements are, feeling just how sincere his words were. Hearing the verbal confirmation that Hyunwoo was just as needy as you allows you to finally get out of your head and just focus on what was happening in the moment. And as your sense of touch zeroes in on the way his cock was rubbing against your walls just right, the rest of your senses and thoughts also become infatuated with anything to do with Hyunwoo. 

The euphonious sound of his groans and grunts that make you clench around him, effectively causing him to make more noise. The fresh scent of his bath products mingling and mixing with the smell of sex that hung in the air. The familiar taste of the vanilla chapstick you loaned him as he closes the distance between you and his lips finds yours once again. 

Though he was consumed by the feeling of being one with you at this moment and adored all the positive feedback he was getting from you, Hyunwoo was still aware of how late it was in the night and knew if you got too loud, you could expect an angry note on your front door. 

“Kiss me properly.” Hyunwoo growls lowly against your lips; obviously irritated with the way your jaw fell slack as more obscene moans poured from your throat. “You’re too loud.”

“S-sorry.” You stammer after you feel him give a particularly deep thrust into you. 

Another moan threatens to leave you but desperate to please Hyunwoo, your lips find his again as an attempt to silence yourself. Engaging in a slow, sensual make out that contrasts starkly in comparison to the way he was roughly rutting his hips against yours, you manage to stay quiet for a little longer but you eventually end up pulling away from him when your lungs start to burn in need of air. 

“Please don’t stop.” You whisper breathily into Hyunwoo’s ear, holding on to him for dear life as you feel every thrust he gives you bringing you closer to that sweet, sweet finish you were deprived of. 

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” His question is rhetorical and normally you would complain about him being so mean to you. But in this context, it’s so much more exhilarating. “I just wanna please you.”

The salacious sound of skin slapping against skin seems to put you in a trance— eyes rolled back and lips parted as you find yourself getting lost in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly. Light bruises vaguely resembling the shape of Hyunwoo’s fingerprints bloom across your hips but they go unnoticed by the both of you even when he starts moving you around to adjust your position. Remaining on your back, your legs were no longer uselessly dangling on either side of Hyunwoo and had been hoisted over his shoulders, allowing his cock to stimulate you from a different angle. That same tight hold he had on your hips resumes on your thighs as rough fingertips latch on the meaty flesh. And any bruises that were to result from this vice grip were going to be eagerly accepted. 

The new angle combined with Hyunwoo picking up the momentum of his movements has you seeing stars beneath your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut to fight back the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by waves of euphoria just on the horizon and threatening to sweep you away. A few tears manage to escape anyway as Hyunwoo’s cock consistently stimulates a particularly soft and sensitive part within your pussy, making it hard for you to think.

You want to let Hyunwoo know just how good he’s making you feel and how much you love having him stimulate all your senses; but there isn’t a single coherent thought in that pretty little head of yours so forming words and sentences is out of the question. All you’re able to do is let out these pathetic moans and gasps as you’re being split open by probably the best cock you’ve ever had. 

“You look so pretty like this, princess—” Hyunwoo muses as he looks down at your dazed expression, the sound of his voice breaking you from the spell he had temporarily put you under. “So pretty and so cock drunk.” Once his words register to you, you’re only able to giggle like a ditzy lovestruck high schooler in response because of how true his statement was.

“It’s so hot when you’re mean to me. Keep talking to me like that—” You urge him, a broken moan leaving you as he gives you a particularly rough thrust that makes your entire body shake. 

“Yeah? You wanna hear me tell you that you’re just a horny brat who can’t do anything on her own and needs me to help her cum?” He rasps, your cunt clenching around him again confirming his words. “Fuck you for teasing me and making me wait so long.”

Pulling his hips back, Hyunwoo slides out until only the tip of his cock remains inside of you and before you could even whine in protest, he slams back inside of you causing a choked out gasp to fall past your lips. 

“So cute and needy for my cock. Tell me, is it really that good?” Hyunwoo laughs breathlessly. 

“It’s soo fucking good.” You obediently reply back. You’re ready to beg him to just fill you with his load already but the words get lost in your head while more moans pour from your tired throat as his thick cock stretched you with every snap of his hips against yours. 

Hyunwoo places a hand on your sternum that trails up to your neck, fingers giving a light squeeze to your throat before he cups your face. He stares down at you with such a domineering expression, you feel so weak beneath him as your lips part in a soft moan. Seizing the opportunity, Hyunwoo swipes his thumb over your bottom lip and forces you to suck on his thumb as a means of quieting down.  It works for a bit as your tongue eagerly swirls around the lone digit. With your moans silenced for the time being, Hyunwoo relishes in the wet squelching sounds being created by him pummelling your soaked cunt. But when the head of his cock kisses your cervix, a small whine rumbles in the back of your throat. Removing his thumb from your mouth, he gives your face a light slap for being so noisy.

At this point, you felt like that wave of euphoria had not only come crashing over you, it had also carried you out to the sea with no lifejacket. You were drowning in bliss and it was turning your mind into goo. 

Just when you thought Hyunwoo couldn’t outdo himself, his hands took a hold of your legs and pushed them against your chest as he leaned in; practically folding you in half and fucking you deeper at this animalistic pace that has you clawing at his arms. You probably left some serious scratches on him with your nails but that didn’t matter at the moment. The only thing that mattered was the feel of Hyunwoo’s cock dragging against your walls and fucking into you like he was training your cunt to mold against him and only him from now on.

And quite honestly, the idea of him being the only person you slept with didn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounded like the most ideal scenario. It was just so good it could make you-

“F-fuck, cumming—” You barely manage to get out before your walls start to flutter around his swollen cock before soaking him in even more of your  juices in hopes of spurring his climax. 

Your hands reach for his shoulders as a feeble attempt to get him to ease up on your sensitive walls, but you’re too wrapped up in these overwhelming sensations hitting you all at once and your words get lost once again. Thrusting into you like a dog in heat, Hyunwoo has you digging your nails into his once flawless skin while you’re unable to do anything but patiently wait for him to finish. Considering how long it’s been since either of you had gotten some action, you had no idea when he would decide he was done. With his cock working your overstimulated pussy, it triggers another wave of ecstasy to wash over you as another rush of your juices gush over him as the squelching sounds of him filling your cunt get even louder. 

More than pleased with his handiwork , Hyunwoo has you in a mating press, fucking into you even deeper as he finally lets his own climax rapidly build and overcome him after suppressing his own desires just so he could focus on pleasing you.

“Where should I cum?” He asks you urgently, feeling his release creeping up on him. 

“Please, just cum. Anywhere.” You beg, tears brimming your eyes as your sensitivity was starting to get the best of you and you were finding it hard to remain still underneath him. Even with his body firmly pressed up against yours, you were a blubbering, writhing mess. 

The squelching of your slick cunt paired with your needy plea was more than enough to make the coil in his stomach wind tighter and tighter until his hips stutter; thick ropes of cum spilling into your womb as he poured every bit of his sexual frustration into you. The feeling of him finally releasing within you was enough to trigger one more orgasm within you and your walls clenched around him, milking his seed out of him as his thrusts slowed down but increased in depth until they eventually stopped. 

Carefully slipping out of you, trying not to further overwork your lady parts, Hyunwoo makes a dash for your en suite bathroom. With laundry being a chore the two of you switched off on frequently, he was familiar with where you kept your things and quickly located a fresh washcloth before running it under some warm water. Returning to your room, Hyunwoo finds you lying in bed on your side in your usual sleeping position that consists of your arms under your pillow cradling your head while your legs are outstretched. Luckily for him, it’s easy to wipe away the lewd mix of bodily fluids that was leaking from your center before it could stain the sheets. As much as he wanted to stuff his cum back into you, he figured it would be better not to push his luck with you since he had already been blessed with you fulfilling a desire he had since he moved in with you. 

After cleaning you up, Hyunwoo covers your naked lower body with your comforter that was previously kicked to the side before attempting to locate his pants and underwear. He does a quick survey of your bedroom floor and only sees your lone panties in plain view. Still not forgetting that he intended on pocketing those. He checks under your bed only to come up with nothing. The last place that would make sense to check would be the mix of blankets that you were currently tangled in but you looked so peaceful sleeping; he would feel so bad if he woke you up after wearing you out like that. Realizing there was no real reason for Hyunwoo to be so urgent about finding his pajama pants since being totally naked around each other was no longer uncharted territory, he could find his clothes later. Now that he had finished his job of making you cum and helping you go to sleep, he collected his prize and proceeded to see himself out so he could rest in his own bed. 

Throwing on a new fresh pair of boxers as soon as he was in the comfort of his own room, Hyunwoo slipped underneath his covers and fell asleep with a smile on his face, pleased with the events of tonight. Knowing you, he assumed that you would just treat tonight as another one of the many favors you often asked of him. Though, if things did get awkward it would probably be a first for the both of you because he couldn’t think of any other instances where there was obvious mutual tension. Letting his thoughts settle down, Hyunwoo finally gets some shut eye.

Maybe about an hour or two after falling asleep, he ends up waking up for the second time tonight. But this time due to the fact he felt so parched. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes so he could get up and go to the kitchen, Hyunwoo slowly sits up in the dark. 

Something feels off but he can’t quite place his finger on it.

He wanted to think that he was just feeling the lingering excitement from earlier, but there was something seriously different about his room. Shrugging it off, he reaches for the water bottle on his nightstand and quickly unscrews the cap; drinking from it ravenously until the bottle is empty. Carelessly tossing the bottle onto his nightstand, he lays back down to go back to sleep. 

Until he realizes that the water bottle he just drank from was still cold like it hadn’t been out of the refrigerator that long. If Hyunwoo left the water bottle near an open window while he slept, the cool temperature of the water wouldn’t have been questioned; but that wasn’t the case. And the most concerning part of this whole thing was that he didn’t even stop by the kitchen on his way to his room earlier.  

Looking around in panic, everything looks fine. 

Nothing seems out of place. 

Maybe he’s just overreacting from the lack of sleep.

Settling back underneath his blankets, Hyunwoo rolls over to the cool, empty side of his bed. Or at least, he tried to. And that’s when he realized there was a second body in the bed with him that caused him to panic internally as he sat up in bed again.

“Ouch.” The familiar sound of your voice surprises Hyunwoo just as much as it quells his nerves. Pulling back the covers to reveal you laying in his bed with his boxers that he was looking for covering your once naked lower half, he looks at you in astonishment as you groggily turn your body to face him.

“What are you doing here?” He laughs softly, trying to mask the fact he just about damn near pissed himself because he thought that you were some type of strange intruder.

“You left me alone,” You pout as you pull the blankets back over yourself. “And you left me alone in a bed with soaked sheets.”

“I thought you were sleeping.” Hyunwoo reasons, laying back down beside you and feeling you curl up against his side, making yourself comfortable as you lay your head on his chest. 

“I was, but leaving me by myself in those conditions is so mean.” You tell him as your hand comes up to pinch his nipple in annoyance. “I’m a nice girl who likes nice aftercare, I expected cuddling from you since you’re usually such a gentleman.”

So of course, Hyunwoo would spend the rest of the night cuddling you; as well as many other nights from now on. 

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A Shot Through the Heart by @biffhofosho

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bad news, good news & good news, bad news by @seungkwansphd

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 2.9k + 5.4k) enemies > fwb > lovers, frat!Hyungwon, university AU - angst, smut, fluff after a breakup, you find yourself in the company of your self-proclaimed nemesis. you know as well as anyone that you two don’t get along, but your bodies have something different in mind.

middle of the night by @jooberry

Hyungwon x fem!reader (wc - 3.5k + 4.7k) fwb to lovers?, idol!Hyungwon - fluff, angst(ish), smut part 1, part 2

one shots

versace on the floor by @domjaehyun

Jooheon x fem!reader (wc - 1k) - smut

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Pineapples by @taexual

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tell me by @seungkwansphd

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Waiting For You by @prettywordsyouleft

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[goroaix]

In the leftover image of you that I cannot erase, you are my vivid dream

Sohn Hyunwoo x fem reader

Lumberjack/historical sort of au

16k

Graphic depictions of injuries. Very slight hint of an ED/controlling parents. Also it's a little bit of traditional gender roles but nothing egregious, I promise.

『 To know that the generations before him had tilled these lands, planted each seed, tended to each crop - it was enough for Hyunwoo. The simple life of a lumberjack was all he needed to feel fulfilled. Yet, he, alone, could not eat every fruit from his ancestor's trees. 』

Today was a night like any other. The outside was quiet, only the sounds of crickets and nocturnal animals disturbing the tranquil blanket of the moon and stars. The air was still and Hyunwoo had tucked everything away in preparation for the morning - where he would spend a good majority of his day chopping up wood of trees that he had felled.

He had just managed to close his eyes, about to relax into the softness of his bed and newly bought pillow, when he heard something odd.

It was unlike anything else he had ever heard from the forest. It sounded like weeping, wailing of some sort that picked up and died down within seconds of the other. Normally, he would have thought of it as something that the wind carried as it blew through a hollow but it was too… alive for that.

Hyunwoo frowned, his eyebrows knitting together as he got up on one elbow, scratching his ear with his free hand. For a moment, there was silence.

Then it started again and he thought to ignore it and continue with his plans for an early night - chopping wood did take lots of energy after all and he needed every last wink. Yet he He couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that it wasn’t something to let fade into the background. Hyunwoo wasn’t the kind of man to have things that irked him be left unattended.

So, with a half sigh and half grunt, he swung his legs out from his bed and sat up, his lips pursed before he pulled on his slippers and left his bedroom. This was where the sound became louder, no longer hindered by the wooden door and instead it wafted in through the slightly ajar windows, pausing again before picking up.

He wouldn’t say that he was someone that was easily spooked, and he wasn’t really scared but he did feel a little uneasy. This was worth investigating; he’d sleep well knowing it was nothing in the end.

Grabbing an oil lantern, he lit a match and turned it on, stepping out of the back door that was situated directly on a path to the forest. During the day it was beautiful, a vast expanse of greenery that spoke volumes on the wonder of nature and its intricacies. It stood tall against the azure of the sky, dwarfing his cottage that stood alone on the outskirts, and that difference was only more stark at night where the trees turned to gnarled limbs that swayed in tune with the wind, the shadows twisting into something more evil than delicate.

But Hyunwoo paid no mind to that. Honestly, it hardly bothered him anymore. Everything in the forest was easily recognised and he knew it inside out from his years of exploring both with his parents and unaccompanied.

Rubbing his eyes, he closed the door behind him and began making his way down the path, entering the forest’s domain. Here, the sound was the loudest and it seemed to echo around him, bouncing off the barks of various trees and travelling around him. The lamp’s light was bright, having recently been filled with more oil, and he was able to use it to efficiently navigate the darker routes.

With every step he took he got closer to the source and the sounds seemed more alive, like something was weeping from pain. A pang of concern rushed through him and he went closer, pushing throughthe bushes before he reached the area where it was coming from.

It was hard to see from this distance but it seemed to be something white that had curled up into a ball.

Hyunwoo held out the lamp, letting it illuminate the creature - only to have the shock of his life.

For it was no animal, but a human woman that was crying, her face hidden by her hands before she looked up upon the shine of his lamp, confusion clear in her eyes.

Oh. This was… definitely not normal.

"Are you okay?" He asked, not knowing what else to say in this situation. Animals were more his area of expertise. "Are you hurt?"

Her lips pursed and she looked down at her feet, the fabric of her rather intricate dress covering them up. Then, with great care and trembling hands, she moved the material to reveal the true cause of her pain.

A wolf trap.

"Oh no," he uttered to himself, eyebrows furrowed. Who had left this inhumane device behind? It certainly wasn't him! He never hunted the predator animals that passed by.

Blood seeped from the puncture marks, the sharp, metal teeth buried in the soft flesh of her ankle and rendering her immobile. Purple inflamed skin surrounded the broken tissue, bruising forming around the fresh wound and he spied the cuts on her crimson coated fingers - likely from trying to pry it open.

No wonder she was crying, he thought, these traps were made to capture large, wild animals. She would be lucky if she didn't have any sort of permanent scar.

"I'll get you out," he reassured, setting the lamp down and inspecting the trap. It was an older model that was triggered by the slightest touch, the spring recoil made to be harsh and powerful to stop the animal there and then. Such a thing would only spell disaster for a delicate human ankle. Had it been a bear trap then the only mode of removal would have been to sever her foot from her leg.

Hyunwoo kneeled beside her, mindful of the fact that she was likely scared and exhausted. His hands, while calloused and hardened from manual labour, were gentle as they touched swollen skin. It was tilted to the left to allow him a clearer view of the mechanism but she hissed in pain despite clearly trying her hardest to contain her exclamations. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, thumb rubbing the uninjured skin in apology.

The lamp was pulled closer, eyes narrowed to get a better view and he saw that there was a small button within. It had a faded symbol that had rusted over, making it illegible.

His left hand pushed into the small gap, fingers patting around the confined space to reach it when his index finger brushed over it. The placement was purposefully inconvenient, not intended to be undone by the animal or until the owner was sure that their kill had parted ways with this world. He wasn’t an advocate for these types of traps simply because of how inhumane they were, making the animal suffer until its last moments or it was desperate enough to bite off its own leg in order to escape.

He pursed his lips in concentration, pressing down harder on the button despite the awkward angle and the way the edge of the metal dug into his skin. Then, a few seconds later, it popped open and she sighed in relief. The damage was done and it was worse than he had initially thought, the teeth of it having torn almost all the way through the meat and into the muscle with blood dribbling from the now exposed wounds. Honestly, he wondered how she hadn’t passed out from shock.

“Thank you,” she murmured, voice shaking and thick with congestion. Hyunwoo simply nodded, trying to give her a comforting smile despite wondering what on earth he could do now. There was no feasible way for her to walk on that ankle and he would never leave anyone to die in the woods.

“Is it okay if I take you home? It’s down there, the cottage by the road.” He pointed in the general direction but it was dark and the only light was that of his lamp. This woman had no choice but to trust him and he wouldn’t dare to betray it.

“...Yes, it’s okay.”

Lifting her wouldn’t be a problem for him; Hyunwoo would easily lift upwards of 200kg with the work he did. No, it was the fact that he had to be incredibly mindful of her ankle and any other injuries that she might have sustained.

“Please tell me if this is uncomfortable.” With his voice barely above a murmur, he reached around her back and under her knees, lifting her as though she were a doll. The lamp was cradled in her arms, held for them both and her leg dangled uselessly. “I’ll walk us back now.”

She nodded and said nothing else, body tense in his hold though he couldn’t blame her. It was with great care that he made his way to his cottage again, feeling guilt ebb through him when her leg grazed against his side and she tried her hardest to contain the gasps of agony.

It did confuse him in the moments that he could think about something other than this woman’s safety and injury, that someone wearing such expensive and silken clothing would be out in the middle of the forest. The fabric intertwined with his fingers was made with care and quality - the kind of thing that he would only buy after saving for years upon years.

But Hyunwoo had more important things to worry about than this, and he continued on the path home.

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[synthetickitsune]

[♫ chelmico - easy breezy]

❧ android!shownu (monsta x) // fluff

Let’s go, you beam at him, pulling his hand to lead him deeper into the amusement park. The looks keep getting weirder and harder not to notice, but you’re so used to them they’re easy to ignore. Hyunwoo thinks otherwise, giving you an unsure look whenever you turn to look at him. He only relaxes when you make sure he’s strapped in properly on the next crazy ride. (The attendants tend not to check once they notice he’s not exactly a human.) This is heaven, a day full of fun and excitement that you can share with someone. And you won’t let the rest of the world ruin it, even if it truly were just you and Hyunwoo against everyone else. Wouldn’t you be happier with someone else? He asks today again. You flick his forehead, gently, learned your lesson about what the metal hiding under the silicone skin can do to your, in comparison, fragile body. You should hang out with other people more, he chides with a soft sigh. There's a smile on his face though. Nah, humans are overrated, you shake your head, You’re more important to me.

[amelee23]

MONSTA X Masterlist

★ SHOWNU

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★ WONHO

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★ MINHYUK

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★ KIHYUN

Worry repellant | Fluff, Romance, Comedy | 1.2k

★ HYUNGWON

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★ JOOHONEY

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★ I.M

IMagine |  Aesthetic, Suggestive

★ OT7

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[kcake555]

Shownu cake 🍰

monsta x

[1997yakul]

chapter 3: The Wolf

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

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

Right?

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

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

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

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

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

initially published on ao3 on july 11 2023

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

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

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

✱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m with you.”

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

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

✱

chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2: "The Bear"

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

[chvrrycola]

pokémon trainer! au x son hyunwoo

‘what have you been getting up to, angel?’ hyunwoo asked your magnemite the second you entered the centre. you had been trying to get your last gym badge for weeks now, and the uphill battle meant that your exhausted party was trudging into hyunwoo's nursery almost every day. 

he was the best nurse in the region, without question, and it was a relief that he happened to work so near the site of your greatest challenge yet. you watched him tend to your pokemon with a sigh of relief, knowing how tough the day had been for them, eyes refusing to be drawn away from his gentle hands, and ears unable to tune out the soft words of comfort he offered to each and every one of them. 

once they had all settled, he looked up and smiled at you. or perhaps not at you, as the mr mime he worked with had just come through the doorway. you should’ve known a look that fond could never be for a human. he spoke to mr mime for a moment before approaching you, 

‘you should go easier on yourself too, y’know? it’s easy to give these guys a revive and get them back to 100%, it’s not so easy for us. though something to eat might be a good place to start,’ he looked at his feet shyly, ‘there’s a cafe across the street if you fancy it?’

[iibonniee]

Underneath the Mistletoe | Son Hyunwoo

Paring: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Warnings: friends to lovers trope, fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Every Christmas without fail the members always pick an unsuspecting victim for the mistletoe. This year their target was their loving leader, Hyunwoo and Y/N. What could possibly go wrong?

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

Each year, without fail, the boys of Monsta X would engage in a playful tradition. As the holiday season approached, they’d don their festive hats and drape holiday lights around the dorms, laughter and merriment filling the air. The main event, however, was the hanging of the mistletoe. As per tradition, they took turns tossing it up, the small plant eventually finding a home amidst the maze of lights and decorations. As it dangled there, seemingly innocent, the boys would vigilantly watch, waiting for one of their own to succumb to its charm.

This year was no different. The dorm was filled with the aroma of freshly baked cookies, and the hearty laughter of the boys filled the air. Minhyuk, the one with a legendary aim, was entrusted with hanging the mistletoe. He launched it into the air with a hoot, the boys erupting into cheers as the mistletoe found its place on the ceiling. The holiday ritual was now set into motion.

This year carried a decidedly different undercurrent, however. The boys had an ulterior motive in their holiday games. They had noticed the closeness between Y/N and Hyunwoo over the years. They decided it was time for a little nudge in the right direction. The mistletoe, a symbol of love and friendship, became the perfect tool for their grand plan.

Every time Y/N arrived, they’d somehow arrange for her to be close to Hyunwoo. When they played cards, Hyunwoo sat next to her, their hands brushing slightly as they reached for their cards. The boys’ eyes would sparkle whenever a soft blush crept on their faces. Yet, every time they seemed to move even closer - a promise of a moment under the mistletoe - something would inevitably interrupt. Once, there was a loud crash from the kitchen as Hoseok tried to make hot cocoa. Another time, it was the surprising early arrival of their manager for a sudden meeting.

Hyunwoo, oblivious to the boys’ plans but painfully aware of his own feelings for Y/N, would just look on ruefully at each missed opportunity. Y/N, for her part, seemed equally flustered by these interruptions. Her eyes would glimpse towards Hyunwoo, a question in her eyes that he wished he could answer.

As the days passed and Christmas drew closer, the boys grew impatient. Their plan had yet to come to fruition, and the mistletoe’s charm had yet to work on Y/N and Hyunwoo. But they were not discouraged. Hoping and plotting, they were sure that the holiday magic, the timeless charm of the mistletoe, would finally bring Y/N and Hyunwoo together. After all, it was the season of miracles.

Low whispers echoed through the dorm as the boys planned their following scheme. Y/N was coming over again, and they knew they were presented with another opportunity. Determination painted their faces, the yen of playfulness reflected in their eyes more than ever. This time, they stacked the deck more in favor of Hyunwoo and Y/N, finding themselves under the mistletoe.

Shuffling through various strategies, they finally laid out their plan. They set up a cozy corner near the Christmas tree, carefully arranging the snacks and games. Amidst the twinkling fairy lights and festive decorations, the infamous mistletoe was craftily nestled, hidden in plain sight. Everything was laid out to lead Hyunwoo and Y/N to that corner - the warmest blankets, their favorite drinks, even leaving two spots vacant for them to sit next to each other.

As the doorbell rang, their heartbeats quickened in anticipation. Y/N’s arrival was met with loud greetings, her cozy winter sweater and contagious smile lending more warmth to the festive environment. As the night progressed, Hyunwoo and Y/N found themselves drawn towards the planned corner, laughing and talking, clueless of the intricate plot.

“Let’s hope no one spills hot cocoa this time,” Minhyuk whispered, watching the scene unfold from the corner of his eye. The boys nodded in agreement, their gazes fixed on the innocent pair under the mistletoe. Confidence radiated off them, a sense of shared certainty that this time, no unexpected interruption would stand in the way of their long-awaited moment.

As Y/N and Hyunwoo obliviously enjoyed their conversation, the rest of the boys watched with anticipation. The festive cheer, mixed with the underlying excitement of their scheme, filled the room. Minhyuk, usually the loudest and the most vivacious among them, was unusually quiet. His eyes focused on the pair as though trying to bring them closer to the mistletoe.

With every chuckle shared and every game played, Hyunwoo and Y/N gravitated closer to the carefully chosen corner. Even though Hyunwoo was unaware of the boys’ mischief, he found himself naturally drawn towards Y/N’s warmth. The soft glow from the fairy lights cast a beautiful sheen on her face, making her seem even more enchanting.

“Okay,” Kihyun whispered, pointing towards the pair, “they are almost there. Be prepared to not make any sudden moves.” The others nodded, understanding the implicit message. They didn’t want to repeat the hot cocoa incident or any other interruption.

The mood in the room grew more intense as the pair laughed heartily at something on Y/N’s phone. They stood together and found their way to the vacant seats under the mistletoe, seemingly led by destiny and the boys’ careful orchestration.

“Finally,” breathed Minhyuk to the others, never taking his eyes off the pair. The boys shared an excited glance. Their well-laid plan had, this time, seamlessly led Hyunwoo and Y/N under the hanging mistletoe. Now, it was all up to the magic of the season.

“Hey guys,” Jooheon was the first to speak up. His grin was cheeky, dimples on full display. Jooheon had a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he raised a finger, pointing upwards. Hyunwoo and Y/N followed the directions to find the sneaky mistletoe hanging above them. Drawn away from their world as their gaze fell onto the plant, their laughter dwindled into a soft silence. The room seemed to hold its breath as they turned to face each other, their cheeks flushed under the striking realization.

Hyunwoo was the first to break the silence, an easy laugh escaping his lips to lighten up the severity of the moment. The boys’ soft, teasing shouts encouraged him to follow the tradition, but their voices seemed distant. His focus was on Y/N, her eyes shining with surprise, and something more, something softer that made his heart skip a beat. With a shy smile, Hyunwoo leaned into her, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. The room echoed with the collective groan of the boys.

“Hyung, that’s not how it works!” Changkyun yelled out, others chiming in with similar complaints. They wouldn’t let their leader get away that easily; their shouts were full of lighthearted taunting and genuine excitement. The festive cheer in their eyes was overwhelming, pushing Hyunwoo out of his comfort zone a little more. Y/N was surprised, but then she smiled too, a slight, fond, expectant glance towards Hyunwoo.

“You have to actually kiss her,” Jooheon challenged teasingly, his words sinking into the air with a daring promise.

Caught in the unexpected tension, Hyunwoo and Y/N stared at each other, their faces colored a charming shade of red, mirrored expressions of surprise and shyness. The outside world seemed to fade away, with nothing but their glances mattering at that moment. The boys’ playful cheering felt like a distant hum, barely reaching them in their sole focus on each other. Despite his initial hesitations, Hyunwoo couldn’t help the rising warmth in his heart, a soft smile curving his lips.

When the anticipation was unbearable, and the boys were ready to groan in disappointment, Y/N made a move that left everyone in the room speechless. Mustering her courage, she moved closer to Hyunwoo, eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. Stunned silence took over the room as Y/N reached up, gently cupping his face and pulling him closer. Hyunwoo’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips landing softly against his. It was a sweet, lingering moment shared between the two, symbolizing their hidden sentiments finally coming to light.

Their friends broke into hoots and cheers, joy rippling as they finally witnessed the much-awaited kiss. Their triumph amplified The festive joy and the magical atmosphere, making it a night they would all remember with fond smiles. In the midst of it all, Hyunwoo and Y/N merely laughed, their cheeks burning again, yet their hearts filled with a warmth that made the night unforgettable.

[sylusheart]

a little jealousy ft. shownu

word count. 2,660 words

cw. oral sex, vaginal sex, rough sex, masturbation, orgasm denial, clothed sex, slut shaming, degradation, size kink, dirty talk, teasing, jealousy, angry sex, dry humping, spanking

a/n. jealous!shownu happens to be your husband and he also happens to embody the persona of your typical 9 - 5 working man. naturally he needs to blow off some steam after a long, hard-working day. what sucks for him is that he doesn't find you home coiled up in bed like you usually are, in-fact it appears you've been frolicking around the city as you please without his knowledge or protection which doesn't sit well with son hyunwoo at all. not. at. all.

ao3 version

“you’re back late,” a voice spoke out from the shadows of your apartment. you jumped a little, squinting through the darkness until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the huge figure in the corner of the room. you relaxed once his voice and caveman-like body registered in your mind.

your husband was home.

“and you’re back early,” you countered as you blindly swiped a hand along the wall to switch on the light beside you. once your hand came in contact with the switch you flicked it, illuminating the hallway but leaving him kept in the shadows in the corner up ahead. you lift your foot in an attempt to unbuckle your shoe. upon unsuccessful, you shift into a position so odd to do the deed, fully aware that you flash him a view of your panties as you did so.

“finished work early,” he spoke again. confirming what you had stated earlier. “didn’t expect you to have such a knack for the nightlife, huh.”

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know i had a curfew,” you say smugly. you finally free the shoe from your foot and begin working on the other as you resume to your standing position. you pull on the hems of your skirt.

“what? is it not short enough?” you speak after he doesn’t respond to your smart comment.

“it’s new,” he states blankly.

“are you jealous about all the men that got to see my pretty little skirt before you did?”

“i feel no such thing as jealousy ,” he spoke with a bite that made you think otherwise. “why should i be jealous when at the end of the day, it’s me who you come home to.  i’m the one giving you what you deserve. no one else. just me.”

his words made your cheeks heat and body warm. you’d never known he could be this possessive. he knew you’d spend days out with your friends on days he was meant to work from dawn til dusk but he never knew how much of a frequent party goer you were. not that it bothered him, it was just that he was so used to seeing you at home on the days he finished early and so tonight was a surprise.

his response to this amused you. the temptation to come home late everyday was rising with every second of silence that passed through the thick tension in the air.

you pad towards him. towards the corner he haunts at the corner of your shared bedroom, “i think i need a little help taking this off.”

“i think not,” he says, making you pause in your steps.

“get on the bed.”

you made no attempt to move. your nipples hardened at his rough tone but your feet were stapled to the ground. completely enthralled by the way things were going tonight.

“get on the fucking bed, y/n.”

and you do.

you perch at the side of the bed but he waves a hand, unsatisfied, indicating you shimmy along. he doesn’t stop ushering you further away until you reach the center of the bed.

“good girl,” he praises, “now spread.”

his demanding words alone illicit a trail of heat down to your core. abiding by his command you lift both of your legs, planting your feet flat on the bed, creating a v-shape as you part your knees and bare your panties to him once again. the hem of your skirt hikes up with the movement allowing goosebumps to line your skin.

“play with yourself through your panties,” he states.

hesitantly, your fingers reach down and make contact with the heat of your pussy. you rub, the sensation of the fabric pressing against your growing wetness is enough to make you moan out in pleasure. however, you refrain from making such sound by biting your lip, not wanting to give him your moans if he’s not willing to fuck you just yet.

your fingers start rubbing faster, chasing release as your panties dampen, leaving a wet spot.

“that’s it, baby. you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” he coos, his voice sounding taunting but so delicious.

“mhm,” you manage as his perfectly worded praises make your legs quiver and pussy wetter.

he finally leans forward, uncovering himself from the shadowed corner of the room. the light from the hallway only shows you a fraction of his face, but you can still make out the clench of his jaw and his darkened eyes filled with lust.

he props his elbows on his knees as he watches, so intently, at your soaking pussy. it’s difficult to even breathe with his heavy gaze on you, you don’t know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. seemingly you feel a mixture of both as his weighted gaze never leaves your pussy.

“now take them off before i rip them off,” he commands suddenly. you understand what he means immediately and you lift your ass to shimmy your panties off. revealing your bare pussy to him. you throw your panties at him, to which he gracefully catches and brings to his nose. his eyes close in bliss as he takes in your scent and your eyelids flutter at the sight.

“moan for me, baby. let me hear your screams. let me know how good that pussy feels,” he orders and your fingers immediately go back to touching your clit. this time you sink a finger into your pussy, then another, and another. his intense gaze feels like an invisible cloak of pressure, your thigh twitches as you watch him watch you with the desire to devour you.

“just watching you is enough to make me come in my pants,” he confesses. you feel yourself growing wetter. knowing that you have such power over him makes you feel incredibly excited.

“please, hyunwoo. i need you,” you beg, having enough with theatrics. you’re done being a somewhat taunting brat and all you want is him inside of you, making you come.

“yeah? you need my cock?” he says in a mocking voice, your eyes narrow as he releases a wry laugh.

“i love it when you beg. maybe i’ll let you beg some more before i make you come,” he taunts.

you roll your eyes and start rubbing yourself more, your fingers reach up to your mouth and you clasp your lips around your wet digits - savouring the taste as you slowly pop your fingers out of your mouth. his jaw clenches at the action and you grin in success.

your fingers dive back into your pussy and you moan loudly for him, messing with him, as you screw your eyes shut and throw your head back. letting him know it’s you who’s making you feel like this, not him.

your thighs cradle your hand between your legs, but all of a sudden that hand is ripped away and soft lips immediately takeover. his plump lips suck and pull at your clit as his nose picks up your slick wetness - making dirty, wet noises as he buries himself into you.

he groans into your cunt and grabs your thighs, pushing them further apart and higher so that he can have more access. the feeling of his nose gliding against your pussy is just as good as the feeling of his thick, pink lips kissing your wetness, making sloppy and explicit noises in the room full of darkness.

he sinks his hot tongue inside you, causing you to moan out in pleasure and grip a handful of his hair. one of his hands immediately go to your ass, squeezing before he slaps so hard the recoil makes your hips buckle.

he chuckles against your pussy, his breath against your bare cunt making your blood feel electrified. as his tongue laps in and out, playing around with your wetness, you feel the bottom of his chin dig into you too, sure that it’s coated wet with your juices.

you grind your pussy against his face, desperate for more of what he can give, and he moans out in pleasure continually as he eats your pussy out.

“whose pussy is this?” he asks against your cunt, his tongue darts out to lick up and down your clit, making your back arch off the bed.

“mine. now make me come already,” you ask of him, impatiently.

he lifts himself from inbetween your legs, and you can’t help yourself but release a whimper at the loss of his touch.

“wrong fucking answer,” he says, venom laced in his voice. oh, how you loved this side of him.

you close your legs together, unaware of what he might do next, but he hooks an arm underneath your knees, another arm cradling your shoulders as he lifts you and forcefully places you on his lap. your ass facing him as your face presses flat against the bed.

“when did you get such a crude mouth?” he asks, referring to your demand for him to make you come, as he brings a hand to knead your ass.

“when you decided to not put your cock inside it. what? can’t get it up lately?” you ask with a smirk. fully aware of how hard his cock is underneath you. pressing against your pussy with a ferocious need.

“watch your words,” he bites out. he continues kneading for a moment before his hand is removed for a second, until it collides against your flesh with a forceful slap.

you flinch, your low shriek muffled into the mattress, as he kneads away the pain.

“tell me who owns this pussy,” he asks again.

wanting more of his delicious slaps you decide to challenge him again, “me, only me.”

slap.

“you’re not going to come tonight.” he states quietly. kneading your ass more gently this time.

you twist your head to look at him, he flicks his eyes towards you for a moment before slapping down again. hard.

“yes, i am,” you say through gritted teeth.

“you’ll do what i say you do. so if i say you won’t come, then you won’t fucking come . simple.”

slap.

having enough with his games, you move to straddle his lap. surprisingly, he lets you, not restricting you from your degrading position over his knees. your bare pussy sits on the crotch of his jeans and you grind against the strange feeling. your hands clasp his shoulders for balance as you rub yourself on him.

“what are you doing?” he asks, carefully.

“what does it look like i’m doing? making myself come seeing as you can’t,” you say, eyes fixated below, at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his jeans.

before you could argue further he flips you both over, a hand pressed firmly against your neck as he towers above you. he uses his other hand to clasp both of yours above your head. the forcefulness of the sudden action makes you wince.

“hey,” you grit out, narrowing your eyes at his darkened ones, “being a little gentle wouldn’t hurt nobody.”

he ignores your complaint and presses his firm body against yours. you don’t even realise when and how he slips himself out of his jeans until you feel him entering you in one fluid motion.

the sensation has your eyes rolling backwards and back arching off the mattress. you moan in delight and he captures it with his mouth. his tongue battles with yours as you cry out, legs clasping around his body as he buries deeper inside.

“you feel so fucking right,” he says, moving a hand over to your ass as he squeezes it before giving it a hard slap. “so fucking mine .”

his thrusts make the bed squeak, which fuels your high almost instantly. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying so hard not to come before him.

a hand sweeps over your face, brushing away a strand slick with sweat.

“go on, come for me,” he urges you, but you turn your face away not wanting to give in just yet.

his hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as he thrusts inside once again, filling himself into you to the hilt. your lips part at the action but you swallow down the moan before you can give him that satisfaction.

his thrusts get rougher and more urgent, as you deny him.

good, you thought. the way i like it.

“fine,” he says with a bite to his tone, “don’t come.”

he pulls out of you and stands up straight. his hands immediately let go of you to fist his cock.

you lay there, stunned, as you watched him get off on the sight of you spread wide for him. your naked body glistened with sweat and felt awfully sore from his rough touch.

the way he looked at you as he pleasured himself sent shivers down your spine. your breathing became uneven just from staring at him lose himself to bliss.

his head tipped backward and a deep, sexy groan escaped his lips.

before you could even gather yourself to sit up straight he found his release. seed spilling all over your chest.

you feel your pussy pulse with ache at the sight of yourself wet with his come. your body called for him in ways that made your head feel dizzy.

he seemed to pick up on this need of yours because he immediately lifts an eyebrow, “done being a brat already? i would’ve came all over you before if that’s all it took for you to admit you want me to make you come.”

your eyes immediately shoot up towards his. you narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the way your core throbbed at his dirty words.

his lips tilt into a smug smile, his hands go over to caress your breasts in soothing motions, “so easy to please, aren’t you?”

you couldn’t respond to that because as soon as you opened your mouth in retaliation he filled you up with his cock.

his thrusts resumed his eager and strong pace once again. you forgot how much stamina this man had. he pumped in and out like it was his favourite sport. his hands slid over every corner of your body, feeling your curves before he gripped your hips.

your walls clenched around his veiny cock. he grunted in approval and starting fucking you harder than before.

he was reckless.

he pumped a final time before he spilt his release inside you, just as you came from your own high. his body fell on top of yours, overwhelm from his orgasms.

you found yourself cradling his head to your chest. playing with the slick strands of his hair.

“earlier you said you feel no such thing as jealousy ,” you mock. he raised his head to look at you. his jaw clenched and his eyes held a fierce gaze that you couldn’t quite decipher. perhaps he was still mad about earlier.

“you know that i want to be the first one who gets to see all of the slutty little outfits you like to wear,” he said, annoyedly.

so unnecessarily possessive…

“call the pieces in my closet slutty again and you will regret it,” you joked.

he shook his head and buried himself into the crook of your neck.

“so as i was saying…” you began again.

“fine,” he grunted into your neck, “maybe.”

“maybe what?”

“maybe i was. just a little.”

“a little what?” you prod. although he was tucked  to your body you could tell he was internally glaring at you.

“a little jealous,” he mumbled quickly, as if the words physically pained him. you laughed at his behaviour.

“but i thought you feel no such thing as jealousy?” you teased.

“apparently i do. but don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just a little jealousy,” he said hurriedly before leaving your embrace to pad into the bathroom and find a towel to clean you both up.

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