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
Scenario: You're not even friends, just enemies with benefits.
Mood + Warnings: Enemies with Benefits • Toxic Tension • Push & Pull • Late Night Hookup • Verbal Sparring • Power Struggle • Rough Sex • Biting • Handjob • Blowjob • Unprotected Sex • No Aftercare
Word count: ~4k
Recommended Track: Enemies With Benefits - MONSTA X
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Hi hi!
I did a poll on X asking who people wanted to be enemies with benefits with & Kihyun won by a landslide, so here we are!! My first non-Jooheon imagine too! 😆
This one leans a little more angsty/toxic than my usual, so just a quick reminder that everything in this is 100% consensual and purely fictional. It does not reflect the real Kihyun in any way shape or form. This is just a made up story inspired by a song, nothing more. Enjoy! Xx
The knock on the door pulls you out of your doomscrolling, your eyes dragging over to the time on the phone.
12:32 AM.
You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch reluctantly to cross the room. You don't even look, just unlock the door and swing it open.
It's him. Of course it is.
You glance down at the bottle in his hand— the same one as always. That one pink champagne. The one he claims is too sweet but always brings it anyway.
You look back at him unimpressed before a quiet breath leaves you, something between a mix of a sigh and a scoff. Neither of you says a word as you step back, and leave the door open while you turn and head toward the kitchen.
The door shuts quietly behind you as you open the cabinet, but you don't turn around. You reach in, pulling down two glasses without asking.
"I thought we said we were done doing this," you say, your voice quiet.
Kihyun sets the bottle on the counter and moves to the drawer by the fridge, the one that always holds the corkscrew.
"We did," he says as he starts to twist it into the cork, looking back at you over his shoulder. "Why are you getting us glasses then?"
You huff, rolling your eyes as you turn and set the glasses down on the counter, sliding yours a little closer to him.
"Just pour the drink, Kihyun."
A quiet laugh slips under his breath as the cork pops, a smirk pulling at his lips. His head lifts, and his eyes meet yours for the first time this evening before his brow ticks up, holding the bottle up between the two of you.
"If you insist," he says. His gaze never leaves yours as he tilts the bottle, pouring into your glass.
You take it from him the second it's full, bringing it to your lips for a long sip. He pours himself a glass. You watch, waiting for that familiar twist of his lips, and when it comes—
"Still too sweet?" You ask.
He swallows, smacking his lips like he's trying to get the taste to fade quicker. "God, shit's terrible," he mumbles, setting the glass on the table. "It's like I can feel the cavities already forming."
You shake your head, letting out a half-amused breath as you take another sip of yours. "That's dramatic," you say bluntly. "Why do you always bring it here if you hate it so much?"
His eyes meet yours, but he doesn't answer. Just looks at you like he might, like he's thinking about it. Your grip tightens around your glass before you look away, taking another sip as if the question didn't even matter in the first place.
He lingers for another beat before he shakes his head, brushing the thought off completely. "How's your one guy?" he asks, changing the subject. "What's his name again?"
You lean back, shrugging.
"Wouldn't know," you say, not looking at him as you swirl your drink. "We're not seeing each other anymore. Just didn't work out."
He lets out an amused breath. "Shocker."
You narrow your eyes, glaring at him. "Shut up," you snap back. "What about you and that one chick? Has she gotten tired of you yet?"
He brings his glass to his lips again, taking another slow sip like he's got all the time in the world. His eyes land on yours over the rim. "You know the answer to that if I'm here," he says. He sets his glass down and shrugs. "It was never going to last."
You hum, nodding once like you agree. "Probably because of your giant ego," you say casually, glancing at your glass again.
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he moves a little closer. "Yet you keep coming back to it."
Your eyes snap up to his, irritation simmering. "You say that like you weren't the one who showed up at my door tonight—" you push yourself off the stool, setting your glass down on the counter and get into his space. "—again."
He doesn't hesitate. He steps in, crowding you until your lower back presses into the counter. "Well," he murmurs low. "You didn't have to open it."
You bite the inside of your cheek, holding onto the front for a second longer before looking at him, voice low, almost daring. "Would you have really gone away?"
He doesn't answer right away. Just looks at you, his head tilting slightly as his eyes roam over your face, then drops to your mouth, like he's already made up his mind. Then he shakes his head, voice steady. "No."
Your breath catches, just for a second, but he notices. He always does. His mouth twitches almost like he was waiting for it. "That's what I thought."
You scoff, your eyes dropping away from his, looking at anything but him because you just can't. "You're so full of yourself," you murmur.
He lets out a quiet chuckle, closing the last bit of space between you. "That's some big talk for someone who keeps ending up right here..." His hands find your waist, firm, pulling you into him casually, his voice sinking. "and always begging for more."
You lift your chin, eyes focused back on him now. "I don't beg for you," you say defiantly. "You should know that by now."
"Yeah?" His gaze drops to your lips, his hold on your waist tightening just slightly. "We'll see."
You let out a quiet breath, barely a scoff. "You're actually the worst, Kihyun."
He smiles at that— just a little. "Yeah," he murmurs, leaning in closer, his lips just barely above yours now. "So are you."
For a second, neither one of you moves. The air around you feels charged with that familiar buzz, wound too tight to hold any longer, just his breath against your lips, warm and steady.
And then he kisses you.
You don't pull away.
It's desperate immediately, his grip tightening around you because no matter how much you hate this, you know you both can't get enough of it either. He groans against your mouth, that sweet wine still on his tongue mixing with yours and distracting in the best way possible.
"Tell me to stop," he mutters against your lips. "Tell me you don't want this, and I swear I'll leave right now."
Your fingers curl into his shirt, holding onto him tight. You know you should push him away. You know you should tell him to go back to his apartment and leave you the hell alone. You pull him closer instead.
"You're not going to go anywhere," you breathe against his mouth, your resolve slipping. "So just shut up and kiss me properly."
He lets out a dark laugh against your mouth. "God, you're bossy."
He grips your jaw before you can respond, tilting your head back to roughen up the kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard to prove his point. You hiss at the bite, pulling back, your brows furrowed.
"Asshole," you mutter before your hand slides up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to give him a taste of his own medicine, right on his neckline. The bite isn't gentle. The mark it leaves is already a shade of purple by the time your lips leave him.
He lets out a low sound against your ear, his grip on your hips hard enough to bruise. "There it is," he says through clenched teeth, pulling back to kiss you hard again. "Knew you still had it in you."
"You're insufferable," you mutter against his mouth.
"Am I?" he laughs low and rough. His arm hooks around your back, lifting you up quickly and setting you onto the counter, the sudden movement knocking the breath out of your chest. "And yet you still let me do this."
He slides his hands up under your shirt as he says it, and you push into him instinctively, a soft moan slipping from your lips.
"You're the one who came over here," you breathe, your voice becoming more unsteady as you feel his cold fingers sliding up your flushed sides. "Stop acting like you didn't know exactly what would happen."
"Oh, I'm not," he says simply. His hand comes to your face now, fingers stroking over your lips. "So why don’t you stop acting like you weren’t sitting here waiting for it."
"Fuck you," you spit out at him.
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
"Yeah," he murmurs. "That's the plan."
You don't even respond, just grab his shirt and pull him back down to you, kissing him harder, messy and impatient. It's always like this. Fast, rough. Desperate. Like you're both trying to tear each other apart. Your nails dig into his chest, making him wince into your mouth, but you don't care. You pull back, breaking just long enough to breathe.
"Bedroom," you pant. "Now."
He doesn't argue. He doesn't even smirk this time. He just grabs your thighs to lift you off the counter, your legs wrapping around him instantly. He moves down your hallway like he owns the place, the door bouncing off the wall as he pushes his way through it, not slowing down before he drops you on the bed.
He's over you before you have time to think, his lips crashing into yours at the same time his hands find your shirt again, but this time with no intention of stopping.
You push up just enough for him to pull it over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. You reach for the hem of his shirt next, feeling the twitch of his muscles as your fingers skim against his stomach.
You tug it up, impatient. "Take it off," you demand, your voice coming out rougher than you meant it to.
He lets out a sharp, almost mocking laugh, looking down at you. "Do it yourself," he says smugly.
Your brows raise, your chest still heaving as you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. "Are you kidding me?"
You huff out a breath that's half annoyance and half amusement before you start to move toward him anyway, gripping the fabric and yanking the buttons open, not caring if anything rips.
You hold his gaze the whole time, hands sliding down his shoulders and arms to push the shirt off him. "You just wanted me to touch you," you murmur. "Admit it."
The corner of his mouth lifts just barely.
"I never said I didn't," he admits, a smug edge in his voice. "Now enough talking and use those hands for something more useful."
You roll your eyes but your hands drop to his belt. "Now who's the demanding one?" you tease, your fingers already working to unbuckle it, the leather sliding through the loops easily.
You pop the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, and press your palm over the front of his boxers, barely letting him feel you. "Is this good enough for you?" You smirk, watching him closely.
His hips snap forward like he just can't help himself, a sharp breath sucked through his teeth as he drops his forehead to your shoulder. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
Your mouth twitches. Then you pull his boxers down quickly, wrapping your hand around him without warning. He groans, sharp and loud. "What was that?" you ask tilting your head, voice almost unimpressed as you stroke him a few times, slow and intentional. "I didn't quite catch it."
"Shit," he gasps, his forehead pressing harder against your shoulder. His fingers grip your waist hard, his hips jerking into your hand, chasing after the friction.
"You're such a brat," he bites out, breathless. "But you're damn good with your hands..." Another sharp breath leaves him, and his head falls back briefly, his jaw tense. "I'll give you that."
"You're just now realizing this?" you laugh, brushing your finger over the tip, making him jerk again. He shakes his head, his breathing rough.
"No," he says. "I've known." His eyes lift back to you, wrecked already. "Why do you think I can't fucking stay away from you?"
You smile at that, but your hand doesn't stop moving. "Flattery won't make you cum any quicker, Kihyun."
He scoffs. "I hate you," he grits out.
You just smile again. "Yeah," you say as you lean forward, your lips just ghosting over the tip of his cock. "I know you do."
Then you take him into your mouth, knocking the breath out of him completely. His hand flies to the back of your head as his whole body jerks into your mouth.
"Fuck—" he gasps, looking down at you with hazy eyes as his other hand comes up to brush your hair back, getting it out of your face.
You moan around him, taking him more deeply just to see how much he can take, the vibration making his brow tighten, and mouth drop as he watches you. Your hands stay on his thigh, nails digging into him simply because you like it when his muscles twitch beneath you.
His head thumps back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut, "God, your mouth..." he groans, barely able to stay still. "It's... not—fuck—it's not fair."
You hollow your cheeks and pull back, your tongue dragging along the vein on the underside of his cock before you take him in again, deeper this time.
He lets out a ragged groan as his hips jerk sharply when he hits the back of your throat. "You're such a show off," he pants, his grip in your hair tightening to keep you there for a moment longer. "Always acting so innocent when you take it like this."
You gag slightly, eyes watering, but you don't pull away. Instead, you just dig your nails into him more, enough to break skin, looking up at him through your lashes like you're daring him to look away.
He hisses at your nails, grabbing you by the hair and yanking you off of him. "Enough," he growls, chest pounding.
"Aww, what's wrong, Ki?" you ask, smirking as you wipe your spit off your chin with the back of your hand. "Can't take it anymore?"
"You know damn well I can take it," he breathes out. He pulls you up by the arm, his eyes meeting yours, dark and smug. "Just didn't want to finish down that pretty little throat of yours yet."
Then he crashes his lips into yours in a needy kiss, messy and desperate. When he pulls back, both of you are breathless. "Now get on the bed."
You move the minute he tells you to, not because you're listening to him. But because you want this just as bad as he does. You always do. You climb back onto the mattress, brows lifting as you look up at him with a lazy smirk.
"Well?" you say, motioning to the bed. "You gonna do something, or do you expect me to just sit here and look pretty for you?
He lets out a sharp breath, walking over to the bed with a hungry gleam in his eyes. "You don't ever know when to stop talking, do you?"
"Ahh," you nod, pursing your lips out mockingly. "The second one then?"
He doesn't respond, just crawls over you and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your jeans and pulls them down in one harsh motion. He moves to your panties, yanking them down and off too, tossing them to the side with the others.
The sight of you bare underneath him snaps every ounce of self control left. His mouth drags up your neck, finding the sensitive spot there and sinking his teeth into it, making you gasp, leaving a mark blooming in its wake.
Your legs wrap around his waist as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer to you. His lips find yours again like they have their own magnetic pull, your body throbbing as you feel him hard and heavy beneath your thighs.
"Kihyun—" you breathe, your hips arching up off the bed, growing tired of the teasing and searching for friction. "Please."
He smirks against your lips, his breath scorching against your skin. "Was that a beg?" he murmurs. "I thought you said you didn't do that for me."
You groan, frustrated and desperate all at once, your nails digging into his shoulder. "Are you really going to make me say it?"
He leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Yeah," he mutters, softer this time. "I think I am."
You let out an exsaperated breath, but the heat spreading through your body is winning, and you can't wait anymore. "I want you," you murmur against his mouth, eyes locking onto his for just a moment. "I need you to fuck me, Kihyun. Now."
"There she is," he says, voice pleased.
And then he's pushing inside you in one slow, deep thrust, groaning low as he sinks in completely. You cry out at the stretch, the sensation overwhelming yet everything you needed in the same breath.
"Fuuuck, you're so tight..." His eyes slam shut, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he stills for a second for both of you to adjust. His hips rock against you gently, but not nearly enough.
"Oh god," you breathe, legs tightening around his waist. You push at his shoulders, heels digging into his back. "Move, Kihyun, please fucking move."
"God, you're demanding," he mutters against your neck, but you can hear the desperation in his voice despite it. He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into you, setting a rough and punishing pace immediately. "Is this what you wanted?" he grits out, snapping his hips hard against yours.
Your head falls back into the pillows, grip tightening on his shoulders.
"Fuck yes," you gasp, back arching to meet his thrusts. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on the skin there again to stifle the sounds wanting to escape you. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Kihyun. Don't stop."
He groans, but he grips your hips bruisingly tight to give you exactly what you ask him for. "Such a bossy brat." He slams into you harder, his pace ruthless. "You always need more, don't you? " he bites at your neck now, licking the spot with his tongue to ease the sting. "Then don't you dare hold back. I wanna hear how much you love it."
"I—oh my god," you cry out, your words breaking into a sob as he hits that spot that makes your vision blur. Your nails drag down his back, leaving red trails in their path, and you can't help the desperate, almost crazed laugh that spills out of you. "Don't act like you don't love this too," you manage to gasp.
"Love it?" he pants, a sharp hiss leaving him at the feel of your nails. "I'm fucking obsessed with it."
"You're pathetic," you spew, but your hips keep rolling up into his, chasing the high as your legs start to shake.
"Look who's talking," he huffs as he leans back, angling his hips to find that spot again with a smirk on his face. "You're the one trembling beneath me right now."
You whimper as your hand flies to his chest, not to stop him but needing something to ground you. He snaps his hips harder, forcing a cry out of you. "So do you wanna keep talking shit, or do you want to cum on me instead?"
Your mouth drops, and you let out another disbelieving laugh, but the way you feel yourself clench around him tells him everything he needs to know.
"Shut the fuck up," you spit out, your voice cracking in the middle. You dig your heels in his ass again, pulling him impossibly closer, the friction so good it's borderline painful. "Make me cum then. If you're so good at it."
He lets out a sharp and breathless laugh and then shifts his angle once more, driving into you hard just to make you scream out again. He hits that spot he knows far too well over and over again, like he's trying to prove a point. "Go on, then," he grits out, his face contorted with his own restraint. "Make a mess on my cock."
You try to snap back at him, but you can't even form words anymore, your back arching off the mattress as a scream rips from your throat.
Your whole body seizes up, vision bursting white at the edges as your orgasm hits you hard, your walls clamping down around him as you shatter.
"Oh my god, Kihyun— yes, yes, yes!" You cry out, your nails digging in deep into his shoulders as you ride it out.
He grunts as he leans forward, his head dropping to your shoulder. "That's it, fuck yeah," he mutters against your sweat-slicked skin, not slowing down for a second and dragging everything out for you.
You're a shaking mess underneath him, the wetness of you dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. "Kihyun—" you pant, pushing back on his thighs, overwhelmed, but he doesn't let up. "Ki, please, I can't—"
"You can take it," he growls, slowing down just enough to let you breathe. "I know you can."
You whimper, your legs trembling around his waist, wanting to close, but you nod anyway. "Then give it to me," you murmur, voice hoarse. "Don't make me wait anymore."
He groans against your skin, his rhythm faltering. "God, you're gonna kill me..." he breathes, his movements growing more urgent, frantic. "Take it, then."
He grips your hips tight and buries himself deep inside with a rough shout, spilling over the edge, his body shuddering against you, and you cling onto each other like your lives depend on it.
You're both a panting mess when he slumps over you, his breath hot against your skin as he comes down. He rolls off you, throwing an arm over his face, chest panting trying to catch his breath.
It's quiet for a moment. It always is. The high fades, the crash settles.
He turns his head slightly, like he's getting ready to say something.
"I—"
"Don't," you cut him off, your voice flat.
He stops, just like that, and pauses. Then he lets out a short breath through his nose, nodding once. "Yeah," he mutters, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. "Right. Don't."
You grab your clothes right after, the moment already gone. You pull them on quickly, and he follows, the fabrics rustling the only sound in the room.
"You should stop showing up," you say after a minute, not looking at him.
He scoffs softly, running his hand through his hair. "You should stop answering the door."
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Get out, Kihyun."
He grabs his jacket, smirking, already moving in that direction. "Lock the door behind me."
You wait a moment, listening for the quick click of the door shutting before you finally look over your shoulder at the bed. The sheets are halfway off, the pillows thrown across the floor. You let out a soft sigh as you stand, moving down the hallway.
The kitchen light is still on. The bottle of that pink champagne sits right where he left it, your glasses still half-full. You pick it up, staring at it for a second before taking a long, slow sip.
It is too sweet, you admit to yourself. It always has been.
You set it back down, not finishing it. Instead, you cross the kitchen and slide the rest of the bottle into the rack with the others— same bottle, same label, all half-empty, like it means nothing.
You don't linger, just turn and walk to the front door, fingers brushing the lock as you slide it into place, telling yourself this is the last time.
Choose | Shownu x Hyungwon x Reader Random Ass Mini Fic Bc MX Ruins My Life Sometimes
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situationship, minorly suggestive towards the end, love triangle, fade to black, under 1k words
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I actually wanna do a way longer SH x HW x Reader, possibly with parts with lots of smut and tension eventually, so hopefully this is a good test to see if anyone's interested hahaha. Their new music video gave me sooo many ideas!!
In retrospect, you probably should’ve just left & gone home for the day when Hyungwon texted you:
“Come upstairs. We need to talk to you.”
Because nothing good had ever followed those words. Especially not with the 3 of you. You walk in the room, squinting softly at the bright lights for a moment before you look at both of them.
Hyungwon leaning over the table. Shownu on top of it. You cross your arms.
"You boys fighting again?”
Shownu doesn’t look at you right away, just keeps staring at the metal table that he’s sitting on, hands resting against his knees like he’s letting Hyungwon handle the conversation.
“You need to choose,” Hyungwon says, ignoring your comment.
Your eyebrows lift. “Choose?” you repeat, biting back a scoff. “What exactly does that mean?”
Hyungwon huffs a small laugh at that, shaking his head. "What else would I mean?” he asks, slowly throwing his hands out to the side and gesturing between him and Shownu. “One of us. You need to pick.”
You stand there, your eyes going from Hyungwon to Shownu, waiting to hear from him. When he still doesn’t say anything, you stare at him for a second longer before leaning your head forward slightly, brows lifting.
“Hello?” you prompt. "Shownu?"
He pushes himself off the table, fingers hooking around the straps across his chest as he looks at you now. “Just answer him,” he says calmly.
You let out an actual scoff this time, lifting your chin just barely. “No," you say.
Shownu’s head drops again. Hyungwon just looks at you. “Then we make the decision for you,” he says.
“You two?” You let out another laugh. “You guys are actually communicating now? That is an interesting development considering you two argued about what to eat last week.”
He doesn’t laugh. “Stop,” he says, his voice calm. Your smile falters a bit. “Stop doing that. You do this every time.”
You tilt your head, blinking for a second before you speak. “Do what?”
“Stall,” Shownu’s voice cuts through. You turn to him now. “You stall because you don’t want to admit it.”
You push your lips together. “Admit what? I'm sorry, but what exactly are you two trying to say?"
“That you want both,” Hyungwon says quickly, eyes locked on yours. You freeze. "You want both of us."
Your brows pull tight as you look back at Hyungwon, shaking your head once like you genuinely can’t comprehend what he just said. “Both?” You force a laugh again, shorter. “That’s—that's ridiculous.”
Hyungwon moves around the table, stepping a little closer to you. “Is it?”
Your mouth opens as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Yes,” you say, but it comes out quieter than you meant it to.
“Then choose,” Hyungwon says again.
You look at him, then back over to Shownu. “No," you repeat.
Hyungwon huffs this time. “Why?”
You turn your head to him. “Because,” you respond quickly.
“Because why?” Shownu asks.
“Because..." you look down around you, trying to think of literally anything else. "Because. This is stupid."
“What’s stupid,” Hyungwon says, leaning down onto the table again, his voice dropping lower, “is acting like we’re asking because we don’t already know.”
You look back and forth between both of them. Heat creeps up the back of your neck. Not because they’re wrong… but because they just said it out loud. The one thing none of you were ever supposed to name. The one thing that always felt impossible.
“Fine,” you say, quiet at first, looking down. “I’ll choose.”
Shownu waits with that patient look of his. Hyungwon just stares at you like he already knows what you’re going to do, deflect again. Run away. But not this time. The room feels smaller. Heavier. Every second making your pulse hit harder than it should at the thought.
“Say it,” Hyungwon says quietly.
You lift your head.
“Both.”
The room goes dead silent.
You fold your arms again, tilting your chin. “You wanted an answer? Well, there it is. I want both of you." Your eyes move from Hyungwon to Shownu, letting what you just said sink in before you continue. “So now what?”
Hyungwon leans back against the table, his eyes dragging over you in a way that feels entirely different now. Worse… or maybe better. You haven’t decided that yet.
He glances over to Shownu, brows raised almost curiously at him. Shownu returns the look with the slightest smirk. You swallow.
“Now… now we can stop pretending,” Hyungwon says calmly, turning his head back to you. “And focus on something else instead.”
He pushes off, circling around you slowly. Shownu moves in the opposite direction, quietly fixing his rolled-up sleeve as he circles around you, too.
You look back and forth between them, heat pooling low in your stomach but not just out of nervousness. Something far more exciting brewing underneath it all.
"Focus on… what?” You ask, voice quieter.
Shownu stops behind you. You feel his breath ghost over your neck. “You," he whispers low in your ear.
Your breath catches. You look back over your shoulder at him, and he just smiles softly at you, his hands coming to rest on your waist gently from behind. You lean back into him, letting him hold you against his hard body before Hyungwon's voice brings you back to him.
“You really should’ve just picked one,” he murmurs.
You turn back toward Hyungwon only to realize he’s already there, his eyes dark with something that makes your thighs clench together.
“Yeah?” you breathe, your voice growing more steady, confident. “But tell me something…”
You step forward, closing any distance left between you & Hyungwon, wrapping your arms around his neck. Shownu’s grip tightens on your waist, & you glance back at him, biting your lip & then back to Hyungwon again, smiling slowly.
Beg | 18+ Kihyun x Reader Random Ass Mini Fic Bc MX Ruins My Life Sometimes
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Idk but Kihyun needs to leave me alone too so here ughhhh lmao
“God, you’re shaking. You need me that bad, baby girl?”
You whine, head thrown back against the mattress, tugging at the cuffs on the bed that he’s so kindly wrapped around your wrists.
“Yes I need you,” you tug again, groaning when it just gets tighter. “& I need these things off of me so I can touch you.”
He laughs quietly as he sits back on his knees, looking over you like you’re a pretty present he just got to unwrap & can’t wait to play with.
“Can’t take them off you, need to play with what’s mine first,” he murmurs, his voice deep & full of promise.
Your mouth drops, a staggered breath leaving your lips. “Oh fuck, yes, please,” you say, forcing your eyes back into him. “I need that. Just touch me, baby.”
He leans down, his fingers brushing over your heated skin, the corner of his mouth lifting as you squirm beneath his fingertips.
“You are so pretty when you’re needy for me…”
His fingers stop right at your clit, just putting enough pressure to let you know he’s there as he slowly moves them. You suck in a sharp exhale, wrists pulling at the cuffs, your body instinctively pushing into his hand, needing more.
“Mmm, you’re such a greedy little thing tonight,” he says, stopping his movements, which makes you whine & puts a sly smile on his face. “What’s wrong, baby? You worried I won’t give you what you need?”
He moves a finger through the wetness, sliding through you easily once & then pulling away completely, sitting back on his knees again & looking at you laid out for him, completely bare & at his mercy.
“Then you should stop fucking with me…” he says, his gaze ravenous, & carrying the kind of raw hunger that makes your entire body go still. “And beg for me properly.”
Your stomach flips, thighs pushing together as a shaky breath leaves you slowly, forcing your eyes to stay on him. Only him.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper softly.
You open your legs slowly for him, intentionally, offering yourself to him entirely, like you know he needs. His eyes drop to you, then down to the spot on the sheets that’s already soaked even though he’s hardly touched you.
“Please, Kihyun. I’m so desperate for you. Look how ready I am. It’s all for you…only you. Please, I need you to take me.” You’re practically whining now, but you don’t dare look away. “Need you to fill me up until I know nothing but you.”
His face loosens just a little, the sound of you begging so sweetly for him like music to his ears.
“Such a good girl to me,” he says as his hands push down his shorts, freeing himself, aching & leaking already. He leans down over you, his lips ghosting yours. “I’m gonna give it to you… & you’re gonna take it.”
You whimper into his mouth as you feel the tip of his cock nudge against you, the anticipation coiled deep in your gut. “Please,” you whisper against his lips. “Make me yours.”
He growls low in his throat before he’s grabbing your hips & pushing in & burying himself deep inside you in one agonizingly brutal yet perfect thrust that steals the air straight from your lungs.
“Fuck!—“ you gasp, body arching off the mattress instantly. “Oh my god, Kihyun, you’re— oh god, you're so big so deep.”
“That’s right, baby,” he grunts out as he pulls back slowly, only to slam into you again, even more forceful than the last, your mouth falling open in a silent cry.
The cuffs dig into your wrists as he takes you, his pace relentless & maddening, the bed frame rocking against the wall with each troke & pulling pretty little moans from you like they’re his to take.
“Louder,” he growls. “Let me hear you. Want everyone to know who fucks you this good.”
You don’t have a choice but to scream bc he hits that spot inside you that makes you cry out, his name bouncing off the walls along with the slick sound of your bodies pressed together. It’s obscene, filthy. Perfect.
The sound that leaves him is somewhere between a groan & a curse, his forehead dropping against yours for just a second as every ounce of control he’s been clinging to finally breaks.
One hand finds your cheek while the other holds your hip, keeping his pace steady. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. “My perfect girl.”
The praise alone is enough, & you shatter completely around him, the cuffs pulling uselessly as your entire body shakes. He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, swallowing the primal & wrecked sound you make, holding you through it but not letting up one bit.
The room fades away until there’s nothing left but him, holding you together as you fall apart, & the feeling of being completely, hopelessly his right where you belong.
You're Trouble | 18+ Jooheon x Reader (Jooheon's POV) Random Ass Mini Fic Bc He Ruins My Life Sometimes
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Please note this story is in Jooheon's POV (1st person) this time (:
dom Jooheon, lil bratty praise kink reader needs attention (again lmao), fingering, fade to black, ~1k words
You're doing it on purpose.
I realized it around the third time you shifted against me with a soft little sigh, glancing up at me like you & those tiny little shorts are completely innocent.
Dangerous game, baby.
Because now all I can think about is how fast I could have you falling apart for me if I stopped being patient. “Baby,” I murmur finally, glancing down at you. “You keep squirming around like that & we’re gonna have a problem.”
"Mm," you say, smiling innocently as you stretch & wiggle that perfect ass on me again. I bite back a groan. "But that's my favorite type of problem, Honey."
I smirk, shaking my head. "You're trouble," I murmur, my voice low. "You're lucky you always look so good when you're needy for me
I slide my arm around your waist, lifting you up so that you're straddling me now. The way your thighs look wrapped around me is unreal. Those shorts are fucking pointless, and you know it.
Focus, Jooheon.
"But I know you know, baby," my voice drops, eyes dropping to your mouth, then back up to your eyes. "That I like it better when you use your words."
You bite your bottom lip, tilting your head. "Yeah? Well..." you lean in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper, those sweet eyes looking like sin and heaven at once. "I like it better when you make me."
I let out an amused breath, hands sliding up to grip your waist now.
Damn, you're such a pretty brat.
“Careful,” I murmur, voice low as my thumb comes up to brush over your bottom lip, smirking when your lips part instinctively. “You keep talking like that & I’m gonna stop being so nice.”
Your eyes flash, an excited look spreading across your face immediately.
There you are. That needy little thing that’s been teasing me just waiting to finally get what she wants. You know I'll always give it to you.
Eventually.
"So,” I murmur, pulling you closer to me. “You wanna use those words now?”
You smile, biting your lip as you lock your eyes on mine, that little defiant smirk still on your face. Annnnnd then... you grind against me again. Slow. Hard. Intentional.
I suck a breath in quick.
Goddamn, you feel good. I need you. I always need you.
“That’s it,” I mutter low with a quiet laugh as I try to regain some of my composure. “You’ve officially lost your fucking couch privileges.”
I stand up with you still wrapped around me so fast that you squeal, your arms tightening around my neck as I start walking towards the bedroom.
“Honey—“ you breathe, and I laugh, shaking my head once.
That's cute.
“Nope,” I cut you off as I push through the door with one hand. “You’ve spent the last thirty minutes begging for my attention.” I drop you on the mattress carefully, leaning over you & caging you in as my hand moves up your thigh. “Now you’re gonna sit there & take it.”
I smirk, dimples sinking deep as I raise my brows at you. “You got any problems with that?”
You shake your head once, biting your lip. “No."
“Good answer,” I murmur before I finally kiss you. It’s not soft this time.
Just enough teeth & tongue to pull that needy sound from your throat that I love while my hand slides higher up your thigh, yanking those tiny shorts out of the way like they’ve been pissing me off all night.
When my fingers find you, you're already soaked. I'm not surprised, but damn, I love how ready you always are for me. I slide through you easily, gathering the wetness & pulling it up to circle over where you want me the most.
Your mouth falls open as your head falls back onto the mattress, that teasing edge of yours already gone.
“Where’d that attitude go, baby? C’mon,” I growl against your lips, pushing two fingers inside you & swallowing that pretty fucking moan. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“Fuck, Jooheon—” you gasp, clenching tight around my fingers, your hips bucking into my hand like the greedy girl you are.
A quiet laugh rumbles through my throat. “Yeah, you will, baby,” I murmur as I curl my fingers more, finding that spot that makes your thighs start to tremble. “But you’re gonna be a good girl & cum for me first.”
I start working you faster, harder, my other hand pressing your stomach to keep you from squirming away from me. “Aren’t you, baby?”
You whimper, nodding frantically as your nails dig into my forearm. “Y—yes,” you breathe, your eyes squeezing shut.
I feel you start to flutter around me, little tight squeezes that make my dick throb against the fabric of my jeans, desperately wanting to sink into this pretty pussy too. But I can wait. Need to watch you fall apart on my fingers first.
“Come on, baby, don’t you hold back,” I murmur against your skin on your neck, sinking my teeth in the sensitive flesh there at the same time that my thumb presses on your clit. I rub in time with my fingers, feeling you right there on the edge.
“That’s it,” I groan, my eyes never locked on you, needing to see you as you surrender yourself to the pleasure. To me. “Give it to me. Now.”
As soon as I tell you to, you shatter, screaming my name as your back arches up off the mattress. The sound that leaves you is almost enough to undo me right there. “I know, I know," I groan softly, my fingers still curled deep, "let it out, baby."
The muscles in my arms are on fire, but I don’t let up as you continue to break. If anything, I go harder, not stopping until you’ve soaked my hand & ruined my sheets all at once.
“I know, I know," I groan softly as you twitch with the aftershocks, my fingers still curled deep as I slow my movements. "Let it out, baby."
I press soft kisses to your face, whispering into your ear as you come down. How beautiful you are, how good you always are for me, how proud I am of you. And then I pull my fingers out, smirking at the soft sigh you make at the loss.
“Welcome back, pretty girl,” I say softly. That blissed out post orgasm high makes you look unfairly beautiful. “You here with me?”
You nod, reaching out & pulling me closer, kissing me like you’re still starving even though you can barely move. “Always with you, Honey,” you whisper, your voice completely wrecked.
The corner of my mouth lifts as I brush a damp strand of hair away from your forehead, kissing your temple.
“Good, that’s good, baby,” I murmur, my voice dropping as I slowly smirk against your skin. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet."
Distractions | Jooheon x Reader Random Ass Ficlet Bc He Ruins My Life Sometimes I Mean LOOK AT HIM??
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Suggestive but no smut, fade to black, kinda dom Jooheon, bratty reader who needs attention, under 1k words
Your phone dings. 📳
Honey 🍯: need to hear your voice or I’m never finishing this work 😒 FaceTime me for a bit?
You smiled and pressed the call button immediately.
Now you’ve been keeping him company for the last hour while he works, his hair all tousled & those gold glasses making him look dangerously good through the screen. It's unfair, really. His job had him out all day, & now the only thing you get to see is how gorgeous he looks without you??
Rude.
You should probably let him just focus on his work. But it's been over an hour & you've been pretty good, & honestly? Distracting him is way more fun.
He looks over, taking a sip from his cup. "You still with me, baby girl?"
You lift your head slightly. “Mhm,” you mumble, pretending to be tired. “Barely, but I’m here.”
He laughs softly. “You should be asleep by now.”
“Probably,” you admit, taking the phone with you as you roll onto your back. The new angle earns you the exact glance downward you were hoping for.
That’s cute. You love it when he thinks he’s being subtle. You push your arms together a bit more just because you can.
“Mm, go get ready for bed, babe,“ he says finally, smiling just enough for one dimple to show. “Come say goodnight to me when you’re done. I’ll be here.”
That works perfectly, actually. You nod, sighing a soft breath like you're just so tired as you move to prop your phone up against the bathroom counter.
When you quietly disappear into your bedroom closet, you already know exactly which little lace set you’re about to put on. That baby pink one that hugs all your curves perfectly, leaving very little for the imagination. He hasn't seen it yet, so what better time to show it off when he can't touch you in real life?
You smirk to yourself. This is going to be fun.
A few minutes later, you come back into the camera’s view, smiling when you see him still immersed in his computer still. You take a second to fluff your hair once more, then you gently clear your throat.
“I’m ready,” you say sweetly.
He looks over, mid-typing & immediately freezes. Like actually freezes.
One brow arches while his eyes roam over you slowly, taking in every single detail of the pink lace with an almost painful concentration.
He swallows.
"....what the hell is that?" he says quietly.
You try to bite back your smile. "What?" You shrug innocently. “You told me to get ready for bed.”
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. “Baby girl,” he says, abandoning his computer completely now, “you cannot just put something like that on while I’m working. Are you trying to kill me?"
You pout cutely, swaying just a little to the camera. “Why not? I’m just doing what you said, is all. I thought you'd like it."
He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head like he’s trying to regain a sliver of control over the situation.
You turn a little to give him a side view now, your fingers brushing over the pink bow tied across your boobs, the only thing holding them both in place.
You gently tug on the ribbon, dangerously close to letting a nipple slip as you tilt your head at him. “Do you not like it?”
His expression changes right away. He leans back in his chair, adjusting as he watches you with dark eyes.
“You know damn well I do,” he hums low. “But I also know you. Teasing me while I'm trying to work. Someone’s feeling bratty tonight, huh?”
You can’t help but smile and laugh quietly. The way his gaze burns through the screen sends a rush of heat down your spine. He always sees right through you, and you know it.
“Am I?” you tease. Your fingers move over the satin that falls over your ass, lifting it just enough to show you have absolutely nothing on underneath. “And what are you going to do about it from way over there?”
His eyes narrow behind the rim of his glasses, his gaze intense at your challenge. “Just consider yourself lucky that I’m not there,” he says, crossing his arms as his voice lowers. “Because if I was? You wouldn’t even make it near your bed with that little outfit still on.”
You bite your lip hard, already imagining what it would be like if he were here to rip it off you.
Yes, please.
“Well…” you begin, your voice dipping into an alluring tone. “Maybe you should stop working already... & get your ass over here then.”
You lean in closer, giving him your sweetest smile. “Or are you just all talk, Honey?”
He doesn’t say anything.
Your stomach drops. You fucking love that feeling.
He stares at you for a second longer before he grabs his phone, the screen shaking as he stands up.
“What are yo—?”
“Twenty minutes,” he cuts you off as he starts walking, the faint sound of his keys heard through the speakers. “And don’t even think about changing out of that before I get there."
He pauses, focusing the camera on him again to look you in the eyes. "Got it, baby girl?”
You bring the phone closer to your face to meet his gaze, still smirking softly.
“Yes, sir,” you breathe.
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