He’d be such a gentle lover. He’d be the type of guy who would hold the back of your head up to his forehead, mouth hung open, looking at you with pure love & adoration as he moves inside you. He’d hold you so carefully through all of it too, his big hands grounding you every second like he's terrified of letting you drift too far away from him. & when you reached the peak, he’d shush you quietly, kissing your temple as you come down, his voice bringing you back down to earth with him.
“I know, I know. Breathe, baby, breathe for me. There you go. You’re so beautiful. So beautiful.”
Favorites: kissing, handholding, forehead touching, slow thrusts, body worship, carrying you around, reassuring praise, rubbing your back, holding you close after
Kihyun:
He’d be intense but passionate, the type of lover who knows what he wants & will absolutely love every second of using you to get there. He’d guide you a lot, making sure you knew how good you make him feel. He’d start off confident & in control, only to end up breathless & completely obsessed with the way you fall apart for him. The more worked up he got, the more praise would slip out naturally, like it's just impossible for him to keep it inside anymore. He’d lose control & then laugh about it, needing to soften any ounce of composure he'd just lost, pulling you close to him & catching his breath.
“Come here. Get on top, mm— yeah, now turn around. Just like that. Oh fuck… That’s perfect. You feel incredible, baby.”
Favorites: neck kissing, biting/marking, guiding/talking you through it, eye contact, overstimulation, making you look at him, possessive touching
Minhyuk:
He'd be both soft & sweet, yet able to be rough & passionate too. He’d be able to switch very easily, matching whatever vibe you’re giving him at the time. He'd love figuring you out, too, noticing which reactions make you melt vs. which make you lose your mind. One night he'd have you shaking from how gently he touched you, the next he'd have you bent against the kitchen counter laughing breathlessly because neither of you could keep control for more than five seconds.
You in the mood for slow & sensual?
"Relax for me, baby. I wanna take my time with you tonight."
Want it rough & fast?
"Oh? That's the mood you're in tonight, huh? Alright then... come here, pretty girl."
Favorites: neck kisses, teasing you, playfulness, making you laugh during, switching between rough & soft, shower sex, lazy mornings after
Hyungwon:
He’d be passionate as hell, light candles, play low music, setting the mood every time. Your touch alone would calm him. He’d be slow but calculated, needing you to feel every inch of him, eye contact, hand holding while you make love. He'd treat intimacy like its own little world, shutting everything else out the second he got his hands on you. Being with him would occasionally bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of him taking you there, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
“You feel that? You feel how we fit together? God, you're so perfect for me… my home.”
Favorites: romantic mood, eye contact, slow thrusts, handholding, deep kisses, quiet praise, waist touches, making you come apart slowly, falling asleep tangled together
Jooheon:
He’d be so eager to please, obsessed with you in a way you never knew someone could be. Anything you’d want, he’d do it without hesitation, completely addicted to being the one who makes you feel good. He’d get hard just from kissing & he’d be so vocal too. Lots of groans, moaning, & whimpering. He’d watch you intently, every soft sound or expression that crossed your face would be noted & used, determined to make you feel good every time. He’d get completely lost in you too, kissing you between every breathless praise like he just can't believe he gets to have you like this.
“That feel good, baby? Mm, yeah, I can tell bc you’re squeezing me so tight. Damn, baby… right there?”
Favorites: watching you, praise, hearing your moans, messy kissing everywhere, making you come first, constant touching, whining when you tease him, needy cuddling afterward
Changkyun:
He’d be obsessed with you, but love it when you bite back. He’d make you work harder for it if you’ve been bratty, but he'd always cave eventually, too obsessed with you to deny you for very long. In fact, he likes to play the game almost just as much as he likes pounding you into the mattress after. Beneath the teasing though, as soon as you start to look too overwhelmed, he'd soften completely, talking you through it in that low voice that makes your entire body melt. He’d love hearing you, often encouraging you to be louder, forcing your eyes on him as he takes you to heaven & back.
“Take it, that’s it, baby. Don’t you dare hold back. Let them know who makes you feel this good."
Favorites: teasing you, forced eye contact, hair pulling, making you work for it, biting/marking, controlling the pace, hearing how loud he makes you, possessive touches, praise with a smirk, soft aftercare after intensity
Wonho:
He’d downright worship you. Your body, your mind, your soul. There wouldn't be a moment where you'd have to wonder where his heart is. Making love with him would be passionate, sweaty, clinging onto his arms, shoulders, anywhere you could reach, your nails digging & leaving red streaks in the muscles of his back, an all-consuming type of love. He'd always be determined to make you fall apart first, needing to see it, feel it, before he even thinks about himself.
"Yeah, let me feel you. Give it to me, baby. Let go, I got you. I've always got you... Damn, you look so beautiful when you cum for me."
Favorites: body worship, deep kissing, leaving scratches on each other, hearing you come undone for him, carrying you around, holding you close, sweaty aftercare cuddling
Hey! PSSST! I saw that you're working on an MX fic again and I gotta know! What are some of your filthiest thoughts about them?! And I mean FILTHY!
FILTHY, you say? I can do filthy. 😈 Absolute debauchery below the cut because I don't know that filthier words have ever been typed by my hands. 😳 I don't know whether to be impressed, ashamed, or thoroughly disgusted. 😂 Blanket warning for ALL things smut.
Shownu - This king will make love to you in ways you thought only happened in romance novels. He will worship your body like priceless artwork, because he's afraid of hurting you. Whether it's because of his nearly limitless strength, almost painfully long cock that reaches places within you that you didn't know existed, or his unending stamina. This man will go for hours without complaint, even when you're barely clinging to consciousness from overstimulation and sweat drips from him like rain. He will give you everything you want as long as you "keep cumming just like that princess"......
Wonho - Yes, this perfect specimen of man will always be included when MX is mentioned to me, it would be an abomination not to. I could go on for hours about how this man is a god between the sheets...built like one too.
His perfect, pillowy lips that will leave wet kisses across every inch of your skin, his massive arms that wrap you tight when he's thrusting into you like it's his reason for existing. His thick, vascular hands (which match his equally thick, vascular length that stretches you to the brink of insanity), that gently grasp your throat right when you're about to fall apart around him, so he can draw it out as long as possible.
Your fluttering walls will pull him over the edge with you, your hands a vice grip on the thick bands of his muscular ass as he empties himself as deeply inside you as he can get is his favorite thing. This man loves to fill you to the brim then readjust until you're laying on top of him, staying inside you as long as he can and reveling in the feeling of your pulse gradually slowing around his semi hard erection. Sometimes, if he's lucky, you'll be so worn out that you'll fall asleep on him and for a time, he's in heaven being as close to you as another human could get.
He likes to think he's open to try anything once and genuinely wants to do anything you ask of him, but if it involves marking you any worse than an accidental hickey, he hesitates hard. The thought of making you cry out in any way except as a result of mind numbing orgasms, genuinely breaks him. You might get a quick spank when he's bending you over in the kitchen before work because he just can't stand the thought of starting his day without being deep inside you first.
Minhyuk - I gotta admit this one has been an enigma to me for 11 years now. I do lean towards him being more of a dom though. Going out for a night on the town with him and his bandmates is not for the weak. Teasing your clit under the table all through dinner, until you have to feign choking because you just cannot hold it together.
Pulling you in to a dark corner, flipping your skirt up, and tearing your panties from you like tissue paper before stuffing them into your mouth and sinking his generous length into you. Rutting like a rabid animal until his release fills you up. "Keep me inside you little girl. We don't want the boys to know what a dirty slut you are for me...and in public too", he tsks before turning and walking away as if nothing happened, leaving you painfully horny and trembling against the emergency exit hallway.
Kihyun - DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻!!!!!!!!!!!!! This man is a menace with a capital M! He will push every limit you have, to the point you question your own sanity. Spankings with leather paddles, ball gags, spreader bars, hand cuffs, this man will bop it, twist it, pull it, push it until you resemble a salty treat in an Auntie Anne's display case. He will torture your release out of you, drip by sinful drop, in 70 different positions because he can. His favorite thing is seeing you on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back and his throbbing length abusing your throat. Whether it's rivers of tears or drool sliding down your face, doesn't matter. As long as you're absolutely destroyed by the time he's done with you, he's happy.
Fear not though, his aftercare is absolutely GOD TIER. Warm bubble baths, hot oil massages while leaving wet kisses from head to and whispers of "I love you" and "my sweetheart" breathed into every inch of your oil slicked skin. Making your favorite dinner or sweet treat as you nap and then feeding you while you doze happily in his lap and he sings softly against your ear. You will never wonder how much you mean to this man.
Hyungwon - This is another one with dom tendencies and an obsession with edging you until tears squeeze from your eyes and his name is the only word on your tongue. While he thinks you're the most beautiful woman ever created, you're never prettier than when you're crying for him. On the thinner side, but with cervix bruising length, he typically takes it slow with you. Drawing out your pleasure as long as he can until fat tears line your lashes and you beg him to let you cum, then rendering you a quivering heap.
Don't get too comfortable though, sometimes he's gotta snap his hips and drive deep to hear the high pitched whines that wrench their way from your throat when he bottoms out against the back of your womb. Rarely one to turn you into a cream filled donut as he prefers to make a mess of you. Pearl necklaces, indeed.
Jooheon - The biggest switch I've ever seen. He gives me whiplash! He can and will mercilessly tease you every chance he gets, especially in public, while making a mental note of how many times your facade slips so he knows how many times he needs to bring his hand down across your bare ass before fucking you through the mattress. Pulling your hair just right when he's got you on all fours, edging you until you nearly black out from desperation.
Thankfully, on the other hand, he's also the perfect sub. They way he whines and begs when you're on your knees in front of him, kitten licking his thick cock instead of swallowing it whole like you both want. Looking up at you with tears in his eyes as you ride him wildly, cock ring snug against his base so he'll blow like a fountain only when you say so.
Changkyun - When I tell you this man eats pussy like his life depends on it. Burying his face between your folds like it's the only oxygen source or pulling you down to ride his face while his perfect nose digs into your clit just right and his tongue laps up everything you have to give. He can and will do it for hours; even if he has to tie you to the bed. The noises you make are prettier than any song ever composed.
Probably one of the prettiest cocks you've ever seen. Perfect length and girth; almost looks airbrushed because his skintone is so smooth. You will stretch to accommodate him, but once buried to the hilt, he fits like he was designed only for you.
Loves to feel your mouth on him, but will only ever come inside your pussy. Man has a deeeeeeep impregnation kink and you're not mad at it. You already promised each other forever anyway. Sometimes, you'll even egg him on. Begging him to give you both barrels and to imagine how your belly will swell with his child while placing his hand on your lower stomach. It sets him off like a rocket every damn time, making him cum so hard his lips go numb and his ears ring.
All interactions in this fic are fully consensual b/n characters.
Word count: ~2.3k
🎧 Recommended Track: Misbehave - MONSTA X
It started as something stupid, nothing worth fighting about. It's always like this. One too many drinks, one comment that went too far.
So now here you are, packing a bag you've packed more times than you'd care to admit, like this is the time it's actually going to stick.
He watches you for approximately three seconds, then drops his eyes to his phone, thumbs moving slowly and deliberately over the screen like he knows exactly how much it gets under your skin.
"Are you gonna say something?" you ask, not looking at him as you fold another shirt, "or am I really leaving like this?"
He shrugs, still not bothering to look up.
"Does it matter?" he asks before pausing. "You always come back."
That makes your jaw tighten. Not because it hurts, no. But because it sounds less like an accusation and more like a fact he's already accepted. That maybe even you have too.
You shove another shirt into your bag a little harder than you need to.
"That's it?" you say sharply. "That's how you're letting me go? Just shrug and what? Wait it out again?"
He finally looks up at you then, his eyes dragging over the bag and the resulting mess you're making over the bed.
"I'm not waiting for you," he says. "I'm just... letting you get it out of your system."
Oh. That was bold. So bold.
You scoff, rolling your eyes and laughing under your breath.
"Wooooow, Jooheon," you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You really make all of this sound so flattering."
He just looks at you with that amused look on his face that makes the situation even more infuriating.
"You want me to panic? Beg you to stay?" he asks, his hands out in mock surrender, smirking like he's actually humoring the idea. "Maybe I could help you pack this time?"
Your hands still where they are, fingers curling around one of the shirts. You look up, but not at him. Just at the wall in front of you.
"I want you to care," you say.
You immediately regret how honest you sound, so you shake your head and roll your eyes again.
"Shocking concept, I know."
Something flickers in his expression, but it's not guilt. More like recognition.
"Don't do that," he says, voice firm. "You know I do."
You drop the shirt and exhale slowly as you turn to him, your bag forgotten for a second.
"Then why do you always act like this is a game?"
His mouth twitches ever so slightly.
"Because you play it too," he responds, voice still too calm.
"Oh?" you say, crossing your arms. "Well then, please. Enlighten me."
He walks over closer to you, tossing his phone so it lands by your bag.
"You pack," he says calmly, picking up the shirt you were just holding, "you put on this big show, poke at me and say just enough to see if I'll bite."
You huff out a sharp laugh.
"And what, you don't do the exact same thing to me?" you ask him, hip poking out.
He smiles, dimples sinking annoyingly deep, the kind of smile that always makes you want to be mad at him longer just out of spite for having the nerve to look like that right now.
"If I didn't..." he starts, "would you still try to leave?"
You frown, stumbling on your words just slightly.
"That's not—"
"Isn't it?" he cuts you off gently, gesturing to the door. "You could've left already."
You swallow, jaw tightening as your eyes lock onto his.
"And you could've stopped me from thinking about it," you say as you gesture to the bag on the bed, "before it ever even got to this point."
His eyes flick to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, the tension between you two tightening like it always does when neither of you is willing to be the first to admit fault.
"And ruin all the fun?" he says, voice dropping.
The air goes dead silent, like a loaded gun with a jammed trigger, until you scoff again with the slightest smirk on your face.
"You're unbelievable, Jooheon."
He steps closer, just another inch.
"And yet... you're still here," he says.
You roll your eyes and grab your shirt, but your movements are slower now. His gaze drops to your hands as you let him take it from you, and he drops it back in the open drawer.
You let out an annoyed breath and step forward, reaching for it.
"Don't touch my thi—"
Your fingers barely brush the fabric when his hand closes around your wrist. Not tight, not rough. Definitely not gentle either. Just enough to stop you in your tracks.
"Are you finished?" he asks.
The way he says it with that tone makes your annoyance spike, but it also does something else, something even more dangerous.
"With what?" you ask.
He smirks.
"Stalling."
You fight against his grip just enough so you feel him tighten, and it sends a shiver down your spine despite the irritation simmering.
"I'm not stalling."
He keeps his grip on you firm, his gaze burning straight through you.
"Yes, you are. So, I'll ask again," he says slowly, his voice dangerously controlled. "Are you finished?"
Your mouth twitches ever so slightly this time.
"No."
He pulls you closer tightly as soon as you say it.
"Good," he murmurs.
He doesn't wait for your response.
His hand slides from your wrist to your waist, and before you can react, you're being lifted—muscle memory taking over because this has happened far too many times to count.
Your surprised gasp slips out anyway. He's always liked that part.
You grip his shoulders instinctively as he sets you down on the edge of the dresser. You should push him away. Actually talk it out this time so that something can change. You don't really want it to.
You tilt your chin up instead, inviting more of it.
"So tell me, princess," he starts to say as he kisses up your neck, his grip firm on your thighs.
"What was the plan this time? Pack your bag, storm out, make me chase you down the hall?"
Your breath hitches as your grip on his shirt tightens, his lips just barely brushing against yours.
"Or were you hoping I'd pin you to the door first?"
He pulls your bottom lip in between his teeth, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp again before letting go.
"Because that would be fun," he murmurs, "but I'd rather you just admit you were never planning on going anywhere in the first place."
You let out a quick breathless laugh, eyes meeting his with that defiant look of yours he knows all too well by now.
"You talk too much," you say.
He smiles instantly. Slow. Dangerous. Like he had been waiting for you to push him one more time, because after all, the fight is always his favorite part.
"Such a brat," he murmurs under his breath, almost amused.
Then he's kissing you. Deep. Messy. Inevitable.
In just a few beats, your shirt is gone, and you're lifted up again, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His hands slide under your thighs as he carries you past the door you both knew you were never going to leave and straight to the bed.
You're on your back in seconds, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as his fingers waste no time and start to work at your jeans.
He pulls them down, tossing them onto that bag full of empty threats that's now fallen to the floor. When he comes back, he hooks his finger in the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down slowly.
His lips find your neck again, teeth grazing the soft flesh there as his fingers slide through you. You feel him smile against your skin, and you don't have to question why.
You know why. You can hear it.
"You still leaving?" he murmurs, pulling his hand away from you just barely out of reach.
"Jooheon—" you breathe, voice in that whiny octave you get right before everything snaps.
He chuckles low, hands moving to unbuckle his belt.
"Yeah," he murmurs as he shoves his pants down and tosses them aside too. "That's what I thought."
Before you can respond, he's there, pushing inside you in one smooth movement.
"Fuck—" you gasp, mouth falling open as he immediately starts a maddening pace.
The sounds he tears from you aren't pretty. They're broken, raw. Completely wrecked.
He leans over you, your legs wrapping around him as you try to pull him impossibly closer. You start to move your hips to meet with his, creating that perfect sync like always.
"That's my girl," he murmurs.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, as he moves inside you with that almost infuriating patience of his. Hard. Steady. But never rushing. Always in control— like he needs to prove how much bullshit you just spewed all night.
"Look at you," he says, thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Taking it like you were made for this. Because you were... weren't you?"
You nod lazily because you can barely keep your eyes open as he continues that same brutal, steady rhythm. But that's not enough for him.
"Say it," he whispers against your lips.
You feel your thighs start to tremble as he hits that spot over and over again, not letting up.
"I—" your voice cracks. "I wa—fuck."
He smirks, clearly pleased at how far gone you are for him already.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he says, leaning back, "all breathless and wrecked for me. Can't even speak properly now after all that talk, can you?"
He pulls back just enough for you to feel the loss all of a sudden, and you whimper as your hips chase after him.
"But I'm still waiting, princess."
"Jooheon—" you groan in frustration, throwing your head back against the pillow.
He snickers as he pushes just the tip in again, watching your face.
"Tell me," he says, voice dropping. "Tell me that you were made to wrap around me like this."
You meet his eyes, trying desperately to bring him back to where you need him.
"Jooheon," you start, irritation sharp in your voice, "I swear to god if you don't just fuck m—"
He does. Hard. No holding back. The rest of the word is knocked clear out of your chest.
"Like that?" he growls.
He's not expecting an answer this time. He knows you can't even if you wanted to.
You arch off the bed, every nerve ending in your body catching fire as he takes you rough and desperate, just how it always is.
"Fuck, Jooheon—" you choke on your words again. "Please—"
"Please what, princess?" he cuts you off quickly, "You want me to stop?"
You clench around him instantly at the thought of losing him, legs wrapping tighter as you shake your head no.
"Don't you dare stop," you say through clenched teeth, and he chuckles, the sound dark and satisfied as he leans back up.
For a split second, his movements slow, and you think he's about to play more. But then he's pulling you down into him before he's grasping your hips and flipping you over onto your stomach.
"Ass up," he orders.
You let out an almost disbelieving laugh, trying to catch your breath at the sudden shift. You get on your knees and immediately push back against him before he gets the chance to.
"Bad girl," he scolds, his hand smacking your ass hard enough to make you gasp loudly, your fingers gripping the sheets even tighter.
You can't see him, but you know he's smirking.
Asshole.
But you don’t care. You need him.
You always do.
You look back over your shoulder at him, pushing back again despite yourself.
"Take me,” you beg, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “Please, Jooheon… Take what’s yours.”
He groans at your words as his hand rubs over the red mark he just left, almost soothingly. He gives you a quick squeeze before his hands grasp your hips, slamming back into you, his thrusts even harder and more relentless now.
It's deeper like this, the angle making you cry out into the mattress. One of his hands grips your hip, as the other finds your hair, tangling in it and pulling back just enough to make you feel him everywhere.
"Yeah, that's it, take it,” he murmurs, his head falling back, "god, you feel so good."
He slaps your ass again hard, then leans down over you, breath hot against your ear.
“Mine," he growls.
You whimper at his words, nodding frantically as your vision blurs, and you start to feel that familiar pressure building, winding tight low in your belly.
"Fuck—I'm— I'm close," you choke, barely able to get the words out.
His hand snakes around to your front, his lips brushing your ear as he continues to move.
"Cum for me, princess," he says, voice low. "Now."
You shatter, crying out his name as your orgasm rips through you fast and blinding, white spots bursting behind your eyelids as you fall apart on him.
He follows you, burying himself against you with a guttural groan that echoes off the walls. His hands grip tight at your hips, almost hard enough to bruise, breathing unsteady as you both collapse onto the bed.
For a moment, neither of you can say anything. Just the sound of breathing, and the sight of your chest rising and falling, the ecstasy of the moment settling over you in a warm haze of pleasure.
He turns his head, eyes flicking toward you with that familiar look like he's about to ask something he knows he shouldn't, but he does anyway.
"Same time next week?"
You scoff as you sit up, shaking your head.
"Shut up, Jooheon."
He smirks, chuckling softly to himself as he watches you disappear into the bathroom.
A minute later, the sound of the shower fills the room.
You step under the spray and wait a moment, letting the water run over you before lifting up your head.
"You coming or not?" you call out.
You hear the bathroom door open immediately and smirk.
Of course he is.
✦ ✧ ✦ 🍯 A/n 🌙 ✦ ✧ ✦
Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you guys enjoyed this one even tho the setup/dynamic for the scene was a bit different than the other ones I've done so far! I've wanted to write a scenario inspired by MX's song Misbehave for a whileeeeee now because WHEW, that song does something to me hahaha, so that's how this baby was born.
Personal note! It's time for my surgery now on my left hand, so this will be the last story until it's healed enough to let me type again! I'm bummed to have to take another break bc I have so many ideas, but also, this is the last one I have to do & then I'll have both my hands back once healed & can do all this pain free, yay!! I do post on my IG story a lot so that's a good place to keep updated if ya wanna come follow! (:
Monsta X reaction to you asking to touch their D...
during a make-out session when you haven't had sex yet.
+ Wonho
genre: smut
warning: bad language.
Pairing: MX and female reader
Shownu:
Those make out sessions have been turning into devil's behavior lately, Shownu could anticipate you feeling his member sooner or later. Your lips felt so right and there were those tiny moans you let out from time to time. Screw it, he couldn't care less about his cock being so obvious to you. The thing was you couldn't ignore it so, in the middle of the kiss, you asked to hold it. He pulled back, a string of saliva stretched between you. "Sorry, what did you sa-?"
"I wanna- I would like to grab it"
He eyed himself down, stuttered an "okay, fine" then waited until you could actully move your hand towards his clothed sex.
Minhyuk:
Unlikely Shownu, Minhyuk was fully aware that you could feel his dick hardening against your front. In the back of his head, he was almost sure that you liked it, he pressed it more because he needed a clear reaction from you. But also because that felt good as hell. Yet you surprised him with your request.
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't like to touch it" he replied.
"Minhyuk I've been feeling it for the last 30 minutes"
He jerked your hand right on top of his bulge and contemplated your fist slowly mold around his thickness.
Kihyun:
He often believes he does a good work controlling his dick. He's not the type of guy who gets hard easily but you've been making it more difficult with each passing date. You sat on him and he loose it, his hard on pocked you from under and he forgot to breath while kissing. You asked if he was feeling well and he stuttered to say he was so damn fine because you're sitting on his lap like a princess.
"I know you like it..." you admit "your body is telling me something and I'm curious to feel more of you"
You look down, your eyes stop on the side of your thigh, where his dick is prodding you, pushing against his pants.
"Baby, you can do whatever you want with my body"
Hyungwon:
You were not supposed to be making out at that time because your friends were waiting for you in the bar. You were so late, but you were having a bad hair day right in front of your boyfriend. He hugged you from behind, trying to convince you were gorgeous. He leisurely sucked on your neck then whispered in your ear that he was so attracted to you and that was what mattered.
You was ready to disagree but you felt his dick hardening on your butt. He was so into you, even when you just existed.
"I can feel your dick"
"That was not my intention, beautiful"
"Let me hold it, since I caused it"
He just nodded and smiled.
Jooheon:
Some days ago, he admited he had a hard time making out with you because of his hard on. He looked so embarassed and adorable somehow. He was concerned that would make you uneasy or something. You noticed him trying not to grind on you so you couldn't feel his stiff member. His action made you more curious about it. You pulled him closer, making him adhere to your front.
"Jooheon, let me feel you more" your voice sounded whiny in a way he had never heard before. It was clear that you wanted his cock.
So he let it press against you. His chin dropped when you slid your hand between you all to palm it through his pants. "Oh my God, y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy"
Changkyun:
This guy is very touchy, Changkyun goes a bit wilder every time you meet. Tonight he lifted your leg and held your butt as if it was his propriety. The way he grabbed you got your bodies impossibly closed. The kiss was perfection but you suddenly feels a different element poking you. You got the reminder that he had a dick after all and apparentely, it got excited about what you were doing.
"Fuck, babe. Let me touch you too" you gasped.
I.M tilted his head to the side, your hands still grabbed him by the butt and back. What could you be talking about? Then he realized it.
"No need to ask, baby doll"
Wonho:
Going to the gym was part of his routine but you asked to meet him before his exercises. That would be quick, you only needed to see his beautiful face. Though you end up devouring each other's lips while he wore the smallest shorts ever. He couldn't show up dressing like that and expect you to stay normal. Training wasn't important anymore, since he's got his sweet babe moaning in his arms.
He stopped for a while just to see you, because you smiled so good between kisses. Your gaze dropped directly to his bottom and his bulge faced you back.
"Love, is that your...?" You couldn't even say it " can I hold it?"
His eyes blinked smootly and he immediatly guided your hands there, motioning you to close your fist around it.
You usually get princess treatment: tender rubs on your hips, he brings you water, snacks, asks if you want a shower right away or rest a bit more. (Taking a shower afterwards is a must for him)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Kihyun likes his face, he knows his perfect traits are attractive and is very confident most of time.
On you, he loves your thighs and hips. He finds them very feminine and are his favorite places to grab.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Inside your pussy or mouth, he becomes totally hazy for a while when his orgasm strikes while his member is pressed inside you. It's gorgeous.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He jerks off calling your name, almost whimpering. But you won't see the same tone when you all have sex.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He had long relationships before you so he knows how to keep things interesting. Also had a few casual partners.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes to control in the beginning, him on top but after some time he is fine with any position as long as you are enjoying.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He is a serious man, he loves you, he wants a sexy moment. Sometimes he puts a filthy smirk but he won't laugh or something
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Very well trimmed, I might add that he smells like expensive soap down there because he showered right before.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He is very romantic, an expert. He knows you will feel valued and beautiful when he sweet talks you so he never skips this part.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
OK, I've already said he whines but also he tries not to masturbate too often because that takes much of his daily anergy. Kihyun prefers touching himself after a hard day.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Top 3:
Not a kink but he love lingeries.
Streaptease or lapdance (receiving)
Voice kink (giving and receiving)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed. He's classic. But the bathroom is a fun place too.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you speak softly in his ear and make that (naughty) face.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Public stuff, like being touched under the table when his friends or family are around. That sounds disrespectful for him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, it's part of princess treatment agenda. God, he loves to look up and reach your boob with his hand. He loves kissing your inner thighs after you orgasmed by his mouth, your body feels so relaxed and warm.
He will sit to get his blowjob from you. He calls you the sweetest names, let you suck his dick like a starved woman. "Just like this, baby girl. You look so pretty right now"
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He is sooo sexy in bed. The way he scratches your back and thighs. Dick slides in and out in a modarate pace too, baby.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his thing, he would rather make out hard before letting you go out so you come home fast hehe
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He absolutely hates the idea of being caught, so you all mantain your image of cute couple.
Kihyun is also slightly reluctant to experiment new things, he's afraid of feeling uncomfotable or awkward.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He likes long pauses and conversations between rounds, when you can talk about anything: plans, memories, you can be playful. Then he's gonna reach your breasts intent on sucking your nipples again.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Maybe toys will be forever new things to him. Because he can get himself to be used to them. He preferes you wearing costumes though.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He touches you in a provocative way, pulling on your straps and sneaking his palms under your clothes
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is not noisy, he actually whisper things to you and moans low. He takes care not to whimper like a baby boy when you do him way too right.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He goes crazy when he sees you wearing a g-string or something this small. Black lingerie? 100% his favorite style.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Average lenth, straight, deliciously thick. You could rub it for therapeutic reasons, he will let you if you ask for it lol
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is fine with 2 times a week, but he likes steamy cuddles too.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Kihyun will take his time to think about good things, such as you sitting on him. Yes, you have this power.
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Shownu / Minhyuk / Hyungwon /Jooheon / I.M
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You wait past the security curtain, the all-access badge hanging from your neck, exactly where Jooheon told you to be after the encore.
The energy is electric, music still echoing through the halls as the last of the crowd's roars fades when the door slams open.
Jooheon steps through, his skin slick with sweat, chest heaving hard from the final song. His eyes are locked on you already, like he's a man starved and you're the only thing he's craving.
Before you can even smile, his fingers wrap around your wrist, his hand hot and trembling from adrenaline as he pulls you forward.
"Jooheon, god, you were so insane out there—" you start to say before he cuts you off.
"Not here," he murmurs breathlessly, already dragging you down the hallway.
You let a flustered gasp out as you stumble after him, your heart pounding as you see his sight set onto one of the dressing room doors.
He shoves you into the room, glancing around before he locks the door, the sound of it alone making your heart race faster and your thighs clench together.
And then he's on you.
His mouth crashes into yours, all sweat and need and open-mouthed hunger, backing you against the wall.
You gasp against his lips, your hands fisting in his drenched shirt, trying to hold onto something, anything, as he devours you. He tastes like pure heat and adrenaline, kissing you like he hasn't stopped thinking about this moment since the opening ment.
He tears his mouth away only when he has to breathe, forehead dropping against yours, his chest still rising and falling like he never left the stage.
"Did you watch me?" he rasps, his voice low and rough in that way it always gets after performing.
"Every second," you whisper, "I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
He smirks, kissing you again, deep and messy.
You break again, eyes looking up at him.
"Do you want to see what it did to me?" you ask, voice barely a breath.
His eyes darken instantly.
You take his trembling hand, slow and deliberate as you keep your eyes on him the whole time. You guide it beneath the hem of your skirt. His breath catches when his fingers brush against your heat, already soaking for him.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he rips his mic pack off and tosses it carelessly to the floor. Then he grabs your hips, spinning you around so fast you barely catch your own breath before he has you pinned up against the wall.
He crowds you from behind, chest flush to your back, his hard length pressed into your ass. His breath is hot against your neck, trembling and unsteady like he's seconds away from losing all control.
"You were like this..." he murmurs as he pushes your skirt up, fingers brushing over the damp fabric again, "...the whole time?"
You nod, biting your lip hard as he tugs your panties to the side, the cool air pulling a shudder out of you.
"I tried to control it, but...seeing you on stage?" You look back at him over your shoulder, eyes full of want. "I didn't stand a chance."
He barely dips a finger inside, just enough to feel how much you're ready for him, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan.
"Fuck baby," he breathes, chains clinking as he shoves his pants down. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."
You part your mouth, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you realize what he's about to do.
"Jooheon..." you protest even as you push yourself into him more clearly not resisting too much. "Someone could hear us..."
He huffs out a low laugh as he adjusts himself behind you, and you feel him nudge against you, biting your lip in anticipation.
"Then you better be quiet," he says, voice low as he drags the tip through your center, coating himself in you.
Before you can think, he slides into you in one hard stroke, his hands firm on your hip. Your gasp is loud and sharp before it's swallowed by his hand clamping over your mouth.
"Shh," he growls against your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. "You were the one worried someone might hear, remember? Be good for me."
You whimper and nod, knees nearly buckling as he drives into you again with pure raw need, a broken whimper escaping you as you try to stay quiet.
One hand slides up your stomach, gripping your chest before pulling you back into him, grinding deeper and harder into you now. His forehead presses to the back of your shoulder, breath shaking, like he's trying to hold the last thread of himself together.
"Fuck—" he pants, "I told myself I'd wait until we got back to the hotel room, but..." he slams into you once, hard enough to make you cry out, "how could I?"
"Jooheon—" you gasp through his thrusts, louder than you meant to.
He groans, low, filthy. "You're gonna get us caught if you keep singing my name like that, baby."
Your whole body trembles, and he feels it. His hand drops to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles, making your breath come through in those little broken gasps that he loves.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it...Again. Say it again," he demands, voice rough. "Say my name."
You shake your head, breath stuttering, not wanting to be loud again.
"Say it," he repeats, pushing your hips down onto him as he thrusts hard into you again.
You whimper, biting your lip to quiet yourself.
"Jooheon..." but it's soft, held back. And not what he wants.
His pace doesn't falter as he lifts one of your legs and holds it up under your knee as he continues to slam into you.
You gasp again, the new angle hitting exactly where he knows you can't stay quiet even if your life depended on it.
"Louder," he growls.
One more drag over that spot and everything in you snaps.
"FUCK! Jooheon!" you cry out, impossible to hold it back any longer.
"Fuck yes, right there, Jooheon!" you moan, not caring who hears anymore, your hands clawing at the wall uselessly as he pounds into you.
He sucks in a sharp breath, hips stuttering just once before he slams back into you, absolutely wrecked and losing it.
"There she is," he groans, voice breaking as his thrusts turn rougher, needier. "Let them hear who you belong to."
That's all it takes. Your legs shake as your orgasm tears through you, hard and fast, the sound torn out of your throat and echoing off the walls shamelessly.
He follows seconds later, hips jerking as he muffles a curse into your skin, grinding you through it until you're both trembling.
For a moment, it's just short ragged breathing hot against your neck, his hands the only thing keeping you upright. Then he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder, letting out a long exhale as he pulls out.
He turns you around to face him as he tugs your skirt back down casually, like what you both just did to this innocent dressing room was the most natural thing in the world.
He looks you up and down, a slow and smug smirk on his face as his thumb sweeps over your bottom lip that's now swollen from you biting it.
"Now go get your ass to the hotel," he murmurs, his voice possessive and promising, making heat spread through you once more.
"I'm not done with you yet."
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Onew
its not his 1st time meeting your close family
who already view him with postive opinons
onew further improves in thier mind that day
he wasn't even intending to do it
it just happened naturally
winning them over with his personality
he's trying to help with the food
which he end ups getting "scold" him for
joking that he's not part of the family just yet
so he cant know the secret family recipes
cue the two of you making eyebrows at each other
anyways youre kicked out of the kitchen
so you guys are forced to mingle with whoever else is there /hj
onew also gains points in the way he treats you
pulling out your chair for you, getting yalls food, grabbing napkins for you
your dad is very happy in his royal treatment of you
some family members pulling you aside later
telling you that he's a keeper pt. 1
something you already knew
Key
its key's 1st meeting really anyone in your family
hes briefly spoken with your parents though
but its not the same as actually meeting them
no worries because he fits pretty perfectly within your family
they're very much charmed by key
his quips & comebacks cracking them up
your aunties also like his reaction to their gossip
they begin treating him like he's one of them
filling key in on all the drama
even ones that you havent been privy too yet
dont let your aunties know
but key shares it with you later at home
even through all the chaos
he's always got you within his eyesight
key understands that you're not the best surrounded by a crowd
when yall come back together, its time for check-ups
its sweet
both of you making sure the other isnt overwhelmed
Minho
you're not sure exactly how
but minho ends up being everywhere at this bqq
the two of yall walked around when you arrived
greeting family you hadnt seen / talked to in a long time
introducing minho to them as your boyfriend
you had to leave him with the uncles/dads by the grill
but somehow find him tussling with the kids in the field
this results with your aunties whispering in your ear
telling you: he's a keeper for sure pt. 2
which you knew already
of course they're also bringing up marriage and babies too
minho ends up saving you
letting them know that the two of you are enjoying being two for now
he gets your heart fluttering though
whispering in your ear about how he does agree that he wants to marry you
bros lucky youre not dragging him down to the court house
better yet, he's lucky youre not about to make some uncle ordain yall in this yard
Taemin
hes met some of them before
you brought him along to one of your cousin's graduations
they dont have much of an opinion on him just yet though
but i do think taemin is very loved by younger cousins
the kiddos all over him for his attention as soon as yall arrive
you can only wave, giggling as he's pulled away by them
they have to be shooed away to give him a break
its earned him a plus in their parents' eyes
his ruffled state makes you laugh just the tiniest bit harder
taemin doesn't get long to rest though
your grandpa & uncles challenging him to dance battles
here's how i think it plays out
uncle 1: we heard you're a dancer? taemin: silent nodding w/ boba eyes
uncle 2: come prove it then you: taemin you dont have to prove anything to them if you dont want to
grandpa: that's right, cause we all know im the best
established relationship, afab!reader x unnamed male. oral (m. receiving), lots of cursing, gagging, praising, cum swallowing, calls you ‘baby’ | 580 words | kinktober m.list | MDNI
“mmm, fuck,” he moaned, “you’re killing me.” he breathed out as his head fell back against the headboard of the bed.
the taste of his precum on your tongue making you moan against his sensitive skin too. the vibration causing him to thrust his hips up into your mouth. you chuckled at his desperation and sucked his tip in your lips as if it were a lollipop, your tongue dancing around it, teasing him, and tasting him as you did so. you held onto his base to keep him steady.
when you pulled back, a strain of saliva fell from your mouth into his shaft. and you used it as lube as you began to stroke him, up and down, slowly, the tightness of your palms making him thrust into your hands. his dick growing fully hard in between them.
then, gradually you let him in your mouth again, his thickness making you gag immediately—but that didn't stop you. you moaned around him as you tried to take as much of him as you could. you felt your ears burning as he moaned your name too, your tongue feeling his veins brushing against it, then you began to bob your head, still gaging around him but not minding it all.
yet, eventually, you had to pull him out to catch your breath. his eyes were fixed on you.
“that feel good?” you asked out of breath. stroking him in your hands while you let the air fill your lungs again.
“fuck, yeah.” he complimented. “you feel so fucking good.” his hand reaching your jaw and his thumb your lips—wet and swollen cause of him.
his dick twitched when you slid it back into the warmness of your mouth. his head fell back for a second before he straightened up again, not wanting to miss the view in front of him. his hand reached the back of your neck, keeping you in deep as you bobbed your head around him, hollowing your cheeks to feel and take him all.
you felt his thighs flexing underneath you as you worked on him, not stopping even when he pulled your head deeper into him, the tip of his dick reaching the back of your throat.
“fuck baby, i'm not gonna… mm—” he panted, heat spreading through his face and body as he felt his orgasm reaching him. “i’m gonna cum, baby, fuck—” he groaned, losing control of his body as he climaxed.
his hips thrusted up harder into you as he came completely, his warm cum filling your mouth. you swallowed as much as you could, his salty and warm taste making you moan as it went down your throat.
seconds later, you released him out gently. some of his cum spilling out, but you made sure to lick him clean—sucking onto what was left on his tip and along his shaft. you felt him grow sensitive under your touch.
“mm, that was so good.” he sighed, his grip on your neck loosening. “you were so good.”
you smiled to yourself at the praise.
“now take them off.” he said, referring to your clothes.
you got up from the bed and you did as he asked. crawling back with him once you were fully naked. he then palmed his thigh, inviting you to sit there.
“come here.” his hands wrapping tightly around your sides, your folds spreading on his shaft; your juices wetting him immediately. “better worship that pussy of yours too.”
Monsta x headcanons: how they sleep alone vs with their s/o
+ wonho <3
Fluff
Shownu:
He spreads his limbs all over the bed when he's sleeping alone, but once you are with him there, he makes sure that you have the widest part for yourself even though he's bigger. He melts if you ignore all that space just to settle your head on his chest. His hands travel throught all over your curves during his sleep.
Minhyuk:
His night routine is turbulent: he eats late, sings in the shower almost midnight, plays games on his bed. When you stay over, he becomes a different man nevertheless. You sooth him with affection and he consequently goes to bed earlier just to talk in a low tone and flirt until you both fall asleep face to face.
Kihyun
I feel like he changes his bed sheets very often but at the moment you tell him you are sleeping at his place, he picks fresh bed linen to use. He prepares tea for both of you for better sleep. But the herbs dont have any effect on him since he's too excited about being by your side. Kihyun watches you asleep for more than an hour and rubs your cheek occasionaly.
Hyungwon
He usually dozes off without meaning it, sometimes on the couch. Though he doesn't want such a risk when you're around. He does his best to stay awake with you the longest he can, kissing your neck, saying he loves to be with you. But at some point of the series you are watching, he gets too quiet. You kiss the top of his head and turn off the tv.
Jooheon
The night fequently causes him boredom. He feels like every night at home is the same and he lies on his place early. But when you are with him, he wants the night to last, he wants to play board games and make out for hours. Yet once you say you're tired, he kisses you goodnight and you sleep hugging each other.
I.M
He usually writes unformaly or reads at night, making pauses from time to time to look the mix of dark sky and luminous streets outside. when yo are his company, he suggests you both to sit at the balcony before bed and you talk about life and hopes. once you go to bed, sleep hits you immediately, still you hold hands until the morning,
Wonho:
Even though his face is perfect he would like to have a better skincare at night. When you are there, he feels more encouraged. He rubs your beautiful face while looking at you with devotion. You may deserve a massage on your feet too. Also he loves the spooning position but moves a lot in his sleep so you wake up apart.
pairing: kihyun x fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff (?) angst (?)
word count: 562
a/n: kihyun discharge day and im crying.. just finished watching the welcome live (it's 5am rn) and ohh i missed him so much :(
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the apartment felt emptier without him.
days blurred together, the hum of the city outside your window a constant reminder that time was moving forward, even when your heart remained stuck in place, waiting.
every morning, you woke to the same routine–pouring 2 cups of coffee out of habit, only to sigh and pour one back into the pot. his side of the bed remained untouched, the sheets cold, his scent fading with each passing day.
you had tried to fill the void with distractions–work, friends, hobbies–but nothing could replace the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter, the way he would hum mindlessly while doing whatever.
kihyun had been gone for (nearly) 2 years, serving his mandatory military service, and while you had known from the start that waiting would be hard, you hadn't anticipated just how much it would ache. the distance was suffocating.
letters and occasional phone calls helped, but they were fleeting, moments of light swallowed by the vast emptiness that followed. you missed everything–the way he would tease you, the way he would hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
nights were the hardest. you would curl up beneath the blankets, phone clutched to your chest, rereading his last message until exhaustion pulled you under.
and the day finally came, he was coming home.
you had spent the entire morning pacing, heart hammering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. the hours stretched unbearably, each minute crawling by.
you had replayed your reunion a thousand times in your mind, wondering what you would say, how he would look. would he have changed?
would he still feel the same?
but all those thoughts vanished the moment you heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock.
the door creaked open, and there he stood.
kihyun.
he looked different–his hair was longer than the buzz, his features slightly more defined, but his eyes, those warm, expressive eyes, held the same love, the same fire that had always drawn you to him. for a moment, neither of you moved, just drinking each other in, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.
and then, you rushed to him.
his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you'd disappear. your fingers clutched at the fabric of his jacket, your face buried in his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of home–his scent.
he was here. he was real. and the weight of every lonely night, every tear shed in his absence, came crashing down all at once.
"i missed you," you choked out, voice muffled against him.
kihyun exhaled shakily, "i know baby," pressing his lips to your hair, "i missed you more."
you pulled back just enough to look at him, hands trembling as they cupped his face. his skin was warm beneath your touch, lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but instead, he just leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.
"you waited for me," he murmured, his eyes searching yours.
"of course i did."
his lips curled into the softest, most beautiful smile you had ever seen before he finally closed the distance, kissing you with all the love, all the longing, all the promises that had been left unspoken for 2 years.
pairing: hyungwon x fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, a pinch of suggestive
word count: 987
a/n: for @wonkierideul 😝 i blushed writing this HELP.
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the rain outside taps lightly against the windows, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet apartment.
the city beyond is blurred by mist, glowing lights scattered like stars in the night sky. the air smells like lavender and fresh linen, a warm setting into the space that makes it feel like time itself has slowed.
and in the middle of it all, you're wrapped in hyungwon's arms, pressed against his chest as he lazily plays with your fingers.
it's late, but neither of you feels like moving. the couch is soft beneath you, but hyungwon's embrace is softer.
his hoodie is slightly oversized, the fabric pooling around his wrists, and his hair is still damp from the shower he took earlier. he smells like something fresh and faintly sweet, something that makes you want to bury yourself deeper in him.
"you're quiet," he murmurs, his voice slow and drowsy. his fingers trace light patterns on the back of your hand, absentminded but soothing. "what're you thinking about?"
"you," you say simply.
he hums in approval, his grip on you tightening just a fraction. "good answer."
you roll your eyes but can't help the way your heart stumbles when he shifts, his other hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips barely graze your skin, but the touch sends warmth straight to your chest.
"you're so warm," you murmur, nuzzling into the fabric of his hoodie.
hyungwon chuckles, the sound low and soothing. "that's because you're cold," he says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "you always are."
you scoff lightly. "are you saying i use you for warmth?"
"i'm saying i let you," he corrects, a teasing glint in his eyes.
you huff, but the truth is, he's right. his body is like a personal heater, and right now, with the rain whispering outside and the lights dimmed, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.
his fingers continue their slow, feather-light tracing over your skin, traveling from your hand to your wrist, up the length of your arm. it's a simple touch, but it makes you hyperaware of how close he is, how easy it would be for him to feel the way your heart is racing against his.
"you know," he murmurs after a moment, "i could stay like this forever."
your heart skips.
there's something about the way he says it—so quiet, so certain, like he's not just speaking in passing but actually meaning it.
you pull back just enough to look at him, only to find out he's already watching you. his gaze is unreadable, but there's something soft about it, something so tender that makes your breath catch.
"you always say things like that," you whisper, feeling shy all of a sudden.
hyungwon smiles, brushing his nose lightly against yours. "because i always mean them."
your chest tightens, warmth spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers. you don't know how he does this–how he makes the most simple moments feel like something out of a dream.
you swallow, trying to steady yourself. "then don't just say it. show me."
his smile falters for a split second, like he wasn't expecting that. but then his expression shifts, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes before he exhales softly.
and then—without hesitation—he tightens his hold on you, pulling you impossibly close until there's barely any space left between you. his arms secure you against him, his chin resting against the top of your head, his heart beating steady and strong beneath your ear.
"this enough proof for you?" he whispers.
you barely manage to nod, too flustered by the sudden closeness and his grip on you.
but hyungwon isn't done.
he shifts slightly, his fingers tracing slow, delicate lines down your spine. his lips press against the top of your head, lingering there before trailing lower—his forehead brushing against your temple, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek. his movements are slow, deliberate, like he's savouring every inch of contact.
and then—so soft you almost miss it—he whispers, "i love you."
your entire body stills.
hyungwon has said sweet things before. he's teased you, made you blush, made your heart race a thousand times over. but this—this is different. this isn't a passing flirtation or an attempt to fluster you. this is real.
your fingers tighten around the fabric of his hoodie as you pull back just enough to look at him. he watches you carefully, his expression unreadable, like he's waiting for you to run.
but you don't.
instead, you reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands. your thumb brushes over his cheek, and for once, he's the one who looks flustered. his breath hitches slightly, his lips parting as if he wants to say something more—but you don't give him the chance.
instead, you close the distance, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
it's slow—unhurried, warm, like sinking into something familiar yet electrifying all at once. his hands move to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as he deepens the kiss just slightly, just enough to make your stomach flip.
when you finally pull away, your foreheads remain pressed together, the air between you thick with something unspoken but understood.
"i love you too," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.
hyungwon exhales sharply, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him before he pulls you right back into his arms.
"took you long enough," he murmurs, voice filled with nothing but warmth.
You roll your eyes but let yourself sink into him, smiling against his hoodie as his fingers trace soft shapes against your back.
the rain outside continues to fall, the city stretching beyond, but none of it matters.
because right now, wrapped in hyungwon’s arms, you realize that this—this quiet, sleepy, love-filled moment—is home.
❪ 従う ❫ fluff est. marriage husband!kihyun x wife!reader 766 cw ノ tiny bit of crying/panic, petnames (kihyun calls reader 'honey'), pregnancy, i'm delusional, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ i'm already anticipating the crash out that will follow as soon as you read this fic soph and i just have to say it's 1 am and i cannot be held accountable for my fic writing at 1 am okay... forgive me / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Kihyun can tell you're distressed before you even say anything. The look on your face is a mix of panic and guilt. He hates when this particular expression takes over your face, forcing your pretty smile away and dampening the shine in your eyes. He dreads it because he knows he isn't always able to fix it.
"Love… my ring's missing," you say. Your voice is all choked up.
Kihyun's brow furrows as he glances to your left hand. While your wedding ring is still on, slender and golden, matching his perfectly, your engagement ring is nowhere to be found. His heart drops. Not because he's upset at the possibility of misplacing the ring permanently, but because he knows how important the ring is to you.
A few years ago he was scrolling through jewelry websites at 2AM, frantically clearing his search history whenever he heard you so much as shift in your sleep. Then, a few months after that, when he had found the perfect ring—one that screamed your name to him so clearly—he found himself down on one knee, confessing all of his feelings that he had already told you a million times over. You had said yes before he could even finish his speech, and, well, the rest was history.
You've cherished that ring ever since. Not only for how much you're sure it cost your husband, but for what it symbolized. You haven't taken it off once for the past three years. You always had a fear of misplacing it or losing it somehow. Now that your fear is being realized, you're seconds away from tears.
"It's okay—it'll be fine. Just calm down first. You had it on this morning?" Kihyun grabs your hands in his, studying your distraught face. Your fingers brush against his ring, the one that matches yours perfectly. The first tears slip down your cheek.
"It was on when I woke up. I never take it off. You know I never take it off." Your voice trembles as your husband pulls you into his arms.
Kihyun starts hunting the house high and low before you've even stopped crying. He knows that you'll feel less panicked if you know he's already on the hunt for it, triple-checking all your usual spots. You've been scatter-brained recently, which isn't quite like you. He tries to ignore a twist in his gut telling him that something must be causing it. Misplacing your keys or phone, forgetting things you came into the room to get, and now your ring is missing too.
Kihyun's eyes scan the bathroom medicine cabinet and then drop to the counter. Out of anywhere in the house, it's a likely place for it to be. He's about to give up on it entirely when he spots a little gold next to the rug on the floor. Sure enough, it's your ring, intact without a scratch on it. He's about to call you to say he's found it when something else catches his eyes. There's a box in the trashcan.
'Pregnancy Test: Ultra Early. Results 6 Days Earlier'.
He picks it up. Theres a used test in it— white plastic, unmistakable. He flips it over in his hand carefully, staring at it like it holds the answers to the universe. There's a dark pink line, and as he squints closer, a faint second line. It's barely visible. Kihyun's almost certain he's imagining it. He holds it up to the light, studying it just to be sure. It's undoubtedly there.
"Honey, I found your ring!" he calls out, eyes unable to leave the small test. He knows you would've told him immediately. You wouldn't hide something like this from him. You're too bad at keeping a secret to do that even if you wanted to, especially with him.
Which means… you must not even know. You must've thrown the test out without noticing the second line.
Your face is flooded with relief when you step into the bathroom. Kihyun sets the test down, smiles at you like nothing has changed, and holds out the ring. You grin.
"Thank God it's not lost for good."
Your husband slips the ring back on ceremoniously, kissing your ring finger for good measure which makes you giggle. You pull him down for a real kiss. You're about to deepen it when he pulls back.
"I found something else while looking for your ring," he whispers, lips still a breath away from yours.
"Hm?"
"Tell me," he starts, reaching behind him to pick up the test again. "I'm not imagining the second line… right?"
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