Midspring Night’s Dream (Enemies to Lovers!J Hope AU)
Pairing: Plus Sized Female Reader x J Hope
Word Count: 4,508
Genre: Angst a tiny bit of smut
Warning(s): mature language, fat shaming, smut in the second part
A/N: after a year of attempting to write this, I’ve finally gotten something post worthy. it’s longer than I’ve anticipated so I will break it into 2 parts. enjoy! btw this was written for my sister @carissalovespandas and written in her image.
Part: 1 / 2
“Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?”
You could still hear Hoseok’s voice ringing in your ears as you laid out on your bed, sobbing. It wasn’t uncommon for him to say little sideways comments like that when you hung out with the boys. You usually shrugged them off or fired one right back at him, but today you just couldn’t handle it.
Today was a beach day, a late celebration of Yoongi’s birthday after a cold winter and too much time spent working for all of you. So you all decided to pile up in the van and head off towards the coast for what was supposed to be a fun-filled day. When Seokjin pulled up to your street to pick you up you were a grinning mess, beach bag in hand, excited to spend some time with your boys. It had been a while since you’ve all been together and you couldn’t wait to start the day, having barely gotten any sleep the night before. From the curb, you could count out six of the seven men waving at you excitedly, waiting for you to hop inside the vehicle. The last wore a scowl on his face, his smile having disappeared as soon as you made eye contact. Still, you chose to remain happy, wanting to make the best of the day as you climbed into the very last row in the car. You found yourself in the back seat between a giggly Jimin and a sleepy Jungkook.
“Happy Birthday Yoongs!” you beamed from the back of the van. You could see the birthday boy’s gummy grin from his passenger mirror. Jin had let him sit in the front seat since it was his day. Before Yoongi could even reply a ‘thank you,’ Hoseok had to open his big ass mouth.
“Someone remind me again why she’s here.” he didn't even bother to look back while he spoke, which infuriated you.
“I'm here because I'm the sunshine of the group,” you reached forward and gently smacked the back of his crimson colored head. Jimin covered his mouth with both of his hands, stifling a laugh.
“Watch the hair brat,” he finally turned to face you for the first time in the whole car ride. His face was contorted into some nasty look and you had to admit he looked hot when he was mad. Especially when his anger was aimed towards you, which was basically every time y'all were together. You didn't know whether you wanted to smack the look right off his face or kiss it off, probably both. Okay, you had to admit the slightest crush on Hoseok since you met the boys your freshman year of high school. Jimin was in pretty much all of your classes and the two of you soon became besties. After introducing you to the rest of the group, you were soon adopted into the pack, having been inseparable since graduation. All of the boys knew about your crush on Hoseok except for the man himself. And you honestly never planned on confessing, long as he kept that attitude on him.
It's crazy to think that you could've fallen for such an asshole, but it was really the way that other people talked about him that got you. It was the way he acted when he thought no one was watching that got you. You remember staying late nights at school, just to steal glimpses of him dancing in the school’s studio. The way his body moved was absolutely mind-blowing. He was always so graceful, but strong. It made you wonder if he was even human or some immortal sent to this earth to taunt you with something that you wanted so badly, but couldn’t have. So there you were, stuck on this idiot who seemed to be an angel to everyone besides you. You had to get out of your thoughts. What was he saying?
“There's only one sunshine in this group,” he gave you a slow, agonizing once over as he spoke, “and that spot’s already taken by yours truly.” You could feel yourself becoming self-conscious under his stare and began to pull at your white cover-up, pulling at the thin material in an attempt to hide your cleavage. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was checking you out. You wouldn’t be able to blame him though. You were pretty thick and well endowed. If you were him, you’d be checking yourself out too. Either that, or he was silently judging.
“Honey, if it's that important to you, you can be the sun. There are tons of stars that are much bigger and hotter than the sun.” You scoffed while wrapping your straightened hair into a messy top knot.
“Hotter? I'm not so sure about that one,” he turned back around in his seat, now facing the road. You could still hear him mumble under his breath. “But bigger? Yeah, much bigger.” Definitely silently judging.
You were pretty sure everyone in the car could hear him and it fell silent except for the light buzzing of the broken radio. You had nothing to say back. You were bigger than him, than all of them. As if he could read your thoughts, Jimin grabbed hold of your hand.
“Hey don't listen to him,” your best friend whispered into your ear. You could feel Hoseok staring at you from the corner of his eye, not sincere enough to look at you directly. “He's just upset because we couldn’t go to the beach for his birthday. It was way too cold.” You found yourself going from chuckling to full-on, genuinely laughing. “C’mere,” Jimin pulled you closer, wrapping you into his chest, and you dozed off just like that for the car ride.
---
You woke up to a smiling Jimin, shaking you awake.
“C’mon!" He pulled you across the empty back seat. “Everyones at the beach already, let’s go!” he extended the last syllable, the smile on his cheeks reaching his eyes.
“Okay Chim!” you followed him out of the van and onto the pavement. The sun making its home on your skin. The two of your stretched your limbs after being left in the car for God knows how long
“I'll race you to the water,” you arched an eyebrow at your bestie who was currently bent in half, feeling the light burn in his hamstrings.
“You can't even swim. Why-” and before he could even finish his sentence, you were halfway to the ocean, sand flying up behind your feet at you ran. “Hey that's not fair,” the giggling man chased after you, treading sand with ease that he caught up to you right before your toes could touch the salt water.
“What are you doing?” you yelled as two arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hindering you from winning the race. “You're cheating,” you flailed your body wildly.
“I'm saving you from drowning,” Jimin beamed from behind you, not letting up on his grip. “Plus I'm also saving your hair from getting wet. It looks so pretty like this, and I know it took so long for you to get it like this.” He reached up to squeeze the top knot atop your head.
“Hey, hands off the hair,” you swatted at his wrist.
“I swear, sometimes you're just like Hoseok hyung.” you found yourself snapping to face him in utter shock.
“I can't believe you would even compare me to that mouse.” You smacked your best friend’s abs with the back of your hand.
“Please, if I'm a mouse, then you're totally a rat.” you hear Hoseok speak up from behind Jimin. He had removed the white t-shirt he dawned earlier as he casually walked towards the water, pushing the sunglasses he wore off of his perfectly sloped nose and onto his head. The small gesture almost had you drooling as the sunglasses pushed back his bangs, revealing his forehead, one of your many weaknesses for the man. You said nothing, eyes following him as he proceeded to enter the ocean. Refractions of the sun bounced off the water and displayed across his toned, tanned back.
“Whatever, I’m going to get some sun,” you feigned being angry and stomped off toward the giant blanket that the rest of the boys had set up before your legs completely turned to jelly.
---
Maybe after half an hour of reading your favorite poetry book under the shade of the big rainbow umbrella that Taehyung brought, you found a bouncing, wet Jungkook approaching you.
“What’s up Kook?” you lowered your book into your lap.
“It’s just…” He looked down at his feet as he spoke. “The guys and I were gonna go deeper into the ocean, and you haven’t gotten into the water all day, and I just wanted to know if you wanted to come play with us.”
“Well, Jungkook, you know I can’t swim, right? I’d rather not drown today.” You laughed out loud. His gesture was sweet and it was cute that no matter how long you’d known the boys, Jungkook, the youngest, always got shy talking to you alone.
“I know- I know you can’t swim,” he finally managed to make eye contact with you. “That’s why I was going to offer you to ride on my back, but that’s only if you want to.”
“Kookie, I don’t know if you knew this but I’m-”
“Noona, I’ve been getting really strong.” He interrupted you before you could bring up your weight.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You only half-believed him. “But I’ve gotten stronger too. I’ve really been focusing on muscle, and we all know muscle weighs more than fat, and I don’t want to be responsible if you hurt your back or can’t swim with us both because I weigh us down and the both of us drown.”
“Noona,” the boy’s prominent front teeth appeared in a smile. Somehow he found your nervous rambling amusing. “I can carry you. If I can throw Jimin over my shoulder and carry him that way, I most definitely can give you a simple piggy-back ride. Trust me.”
“Okay bunny boy, let’s do it,” You set your book aside and peeled off your cover-up as well as the jean shorts you wore to reveal a white bikini bathing suit. This was the first you’d worn a two-piece bathing suit in front of the guys. Through getting more fit, you didn't really notice a physical difference, but just having more physical power gave you a new found confidence to wear the item. Well, that and some persuading from your best friend. Jimin had convinced you that Hoseok loved seeing girls in all white, but you wouldn’t admit that was half the reason you wore the revealing suit.
“You're actually going to trust me?” the younger man blinked in disbelief.
“Well, no,” you gestured for him to turn around and squat down low. “But if I'm going to prove you wrong, I'd rather it be here on dry land than in the water.” You mounted your friend’s back, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You almost crapped your pants when you were lifted until your toes were no longer on the sandy floor, and you instantly locked your thighs against Jungkook's waist.
“See, I told you I was strong noona,” the man set off toward the water once you were secure on his back.
“Holy shit Kookie,” you nearly shouted into his ear. “When did this happen? Like, I knew you worked out, but I never expected this much from you.”
“Hm…” he thought, “maybe this past winter?” You two finally reached the part of the ocean the rest of your friends were currently in. Your smile hurt your face, hearing them scream your name like excited children.
“Thank you for finally joining us on the wet side,” Namjoon’s dimples poked through his cheeks as he grinned a closed mouth grin.
“You're just in time for the most intense chicken fight of the century,” Yoongi announced, arms spread wide as if it were sort of live show in Vegas. “In this corner,” the birthday pointed to his left, “we have the Kim Team.”
You did your best the applaud at Taehyung boarding Seokjin’s back without slipping off of Jungkook’s. Though he had a solid grip on you, you could never be too safe.
“And in this corner, I give you the JJ Team!” Yoongi pointed to his right where Hoseok climbed atop Jimin.
“Wait, why are they called JJ?” you interrupted.
“Because,” Hoseok’s face displayed pure annoyance, “my dance name is J-Hope.”
“Ha!” you let out a huge guffaw, “and who named you that? Because you don't seem to give anyone hope, Jung. Maybe you should’ve named yourself ‘J-Horse’ instead because of your horse face.” The rest of the group roared with laughter. It was a long-running joke among your friend group that Hoseok looked like a horse, though you didn't quite see it. You always thought his features more resembled a Roman sculpture, carved from marble. You dreamed of just being able to run your fingertips along the bridge of his nose or brush against his heart-shaped lips.
“Okay,” the short-tempered man jumped off of Jimin’s back and sauntered towards where Jungkook stood with you on his back. You swallowed hard. “If I’m ‘J-Horse’, then you're Miss Piggy because, well,” he looked you over once more, “you know.”
"I-," you couldn't form any more than that. "I-"
"By the way, who told you told you to wear a bikini?" A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. "Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?"
You could feel your stomach drop and suddenly you didn't want to be there anymore. “Kook please take me back to the shore,” you said under your breath. Without a second thought, Jungkook carried you back, ensuring your safe landing onto the sand. As soon as you were grounded, you found your legs were taking off in a sprint before could think. You only stopped to grab your cover-up and denim shorts, putting them on before racing off of the beach. You could feel seven pairs of eyes glued to your back as you sprinted. You could hear Namjoon calling out to you, but you didn’t dare look back. You ran and ran until your legs nearly gave out, until your lungs stung and you could do no more than bring your hands to your knees to catch your breath. Then, when you were out of earshot and could no longer hear the cars along the road, you finally let yourself cry.
~~~
“Seok, you really took it too far this time,” Namjoon shook his head, watching your form disappear into the distance.
“What are you talking about?” Hoseok scoffed, making his way out of the ocean and onto the sand.
“Well,” Namjoon followed his friend but stopped himself from speaking the rest of his sentence.
“Hyung,” Taehyung spoke up, following the older boys. “You kinda ruined Yoongi Hyung’s birthday party.”
“I was just joking with her, same as usual, I don't know why she’s acting so damn sensitive today,” Hoseok’s smile faded when he realized none of his friends were laughing along with him.
“People can only take so much Hyung, and you're always taking it too far with her,” Jimin clenched his fists as he pushed past Hoseok, nearly knocking him over. “It’s not like you deserve to know or anything the way you treated her just now,” he looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the scarlet-haired boy. “But that girl is fucking in love with you dude.”
~~~
You straightened up from your crouched position, wiping the tears from your face when you heard an oncoming car. You could hear the motor slow as it began to align with the pace of your walking. Goosebumps rose on your arms. You refused to make eye contact with whoever was following you for fear it’d give them a reason to talk to you.
“Need a ride, pretty lady?” you heard a familiar voice shout from the driver’s side, followed by a squeaky laugh.
“Seokjin, thank god it's you.” you sighed in relief. “I thought you were some strange dude ready to lure me in and sell my organs on the black market.” he stopped the van and you opened the front door, gladly accepting the ride.
“Who says I’m not,” he erupted into another fit of squeaks. “How did you manage to get this far without shoes?” You looked down at your white manicured toes, covered in dirt and ash. You hadn’t even noticed you were barefoot.
“Fight or flight I suppose,” you shrugged your shoulders.
~~~
You were awoken from your sleep by the sound of your doorbell. You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Getting up from your messy sheets, you wrapped yourself in your silk robe, cloaking your pajama shorts and camisole. Quickly glancing at your phone, you wondered who could be ringing your doorbell at ten o'clock at night. Seeing the missed calls, you concluded it was probably Jimin. He might've been worried when you didn’t answer his calls after Seokjin took you home.
“Sorry Chim, I-” your face contorted into a nasty scowl when you happened upon the redhead boy in your open doorway. He offered a half smile, teeth chattering as he scratched the back of his head with one hand. “I have absolutely nothing to say to you.” You proceeded to slam the door but noticed that it was being blocked by something. “What the fuck are you doing?” You released Hoseok’s hand from the doorframe.
“Please, hear me out,” he doubled over, gripping his injured fingers.
“Don’t you think you've run your mouth enough for today? Did you come to accuse me of assault too?”
“I’m so, so sorry,” he managed between gritted teeth, obviously still not recovered from the impact. You rolled your eyes, not having ever seeing Hoseok be sincere. Sure you’ve heard stories about how what a good, honest person he is from the boys, but you just couldn’t risk it. What if he was just here to play some prank on you?
“I’m going to get you an icepack and then you’re going to get the hell off my property,” as you turned to leave into the house, you felt him grab your arm. You doubled back, catching sight of where his hand met your skin. Hoseok had never touched you before and you were surprised at how responsive your body was to it, gooseflesh trailing up the entirety of your limb and suddenly you could feel the spring night’s breeze. A shiver road down your spine. How long had he been waiting in the cold? His hand was freezing.
“I don't need it; I can bear the pain. Please just,” he let you loose, sensing a discomfort. “I just want to tell you this, and you can never talk to me again. I promise,” he held out a pinky finger.
“Okay, you have one minute,” you crossed your arms across your chest, avoiding his pinky promise, as well as his gaze.
“Okay…” he took in a shallow breath. “First of all, I want to apologize again, not just for today, but for every day that I’ve spoken to you since the day we met. Not only have I been incredibly rude, but I've not been my true self. You see,” his weight shifted between his feet, not being able to look at you fully. “When I get around you, I just don't want you to see what I’m really like. I’m a coward and such a pushover. I wanted to show you that I can be a real man, someone who isn’t sensitive or gets scared easily, but I’m a terrible liar. I can’t act and every time I tried to act tough it just came out as so…”
“Thirty seconds.”
“So evil," he shivered at his own words, "and that's not me. I'm not evil, at least, that's not how I meant to be to you. I didn't want to be the one hurting you. I just wanted to show that I could be man enough to protect you from anyone, even though I couldn’t even protect you from myself and this turned out horribly wrong.”
“Hoseok,” you finally faced him. You were shocked that you were giving him the time of day and you were even more shocked that you actually believed what was coming out of his mouth.
“And I know it's no excuse for what I do, for what I've done; it’s just that I felt like that was the only way I had the courage to talk to you and-”
“Hoseok,” you repeated, louder the second time. He stopped rambling and his eyes met your own. You could finally see them, welled up with the tears he was holding back. “Why would you be afraid to talk to me or even want to protect me? What you're saying isn't making any sense.” You found yourself whispering once his full attention was on you. Even when he was being vulnerable, he had a way of making you feel small, insignificant.
“Because,” he spoke barely any louder than you were. “I love you.” Although his voice was low and soft, those last three words nearly knocked you over with the power they held.
“Come on,” you gestured for him to come inside the house and close the door behind him.
“Are you going to hit me again?” he obeyed hesitantly, his height shadowing yours in the dim light of the hallway.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you were offended that he’d think you'd intentionally slam his hand in the door. “I’m getting you an ice pack, now come on.” You sauntered into the kitchen, him at your heels and burning a hole in your back with his eyes. You grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a kitchen towel. “Now,” you spun around, not expecting him to be as close as he was. You could feel your heart skip a beat at his closeness. Clearing your throat, you found your voice again. “Why did you stick your hand in the door?” you held your hand out for his injured one. Once he allowed you to, you gingerly ran the pack along the back of his fingers.
“I needed you to know the truth,” he hissed at the contact.
“So you stuck your hand in a slamming door?”
“The pain in my hand is nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused you," he avoided your eyes again. "I can hold my own ice pack by the way.” he took a step forward to grab it, but you pulled it out of reach.
“Can you let me be nice to you Seok?”
“Sorry,” he held out his hand once more. “I keep forgetting.”
“Forgetting what?”
“That you like me too.”
“Who told you that?” you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the redness in them being a dead giveaway. Despite being well melanated, for your whole life you’ve turned red when embarrassed.
“It was Jimin.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” you subconsciously tightened your grip on the man’s hand.
“First of all, ow,” your eyes widened immensely as you mouthed at least ten apologies. “Second of all, don't be mad at him. He was only defending you. If it hadn’t been for my big mouth, I would’ve never found out. Come to think of it,” he tapped the index finger of his free hand against his chin. “The guys have been pretty good at keeping this a secret because if they knew we both liked each other-”
“They knew you liked me and didn’t say anything?” You handed the pack to Hoseok, attempting to leave the house in an outfit that probably wasn’t suited for the cold of the night before Hoseok grabbed you without thinking. His chest pressed to your back while his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel the strength of his heartbeat that way. You just became aware of how nervous he was being close to you as well and your anger slowly subsided.
“Don’t leave again,” he spoke softly by your ear.
“Okay,” you turned around in his grasp and his hands slid down the flat of your back. More chills. You looked into his brown, half-moon shaped eyes, gazed along the bridge of his nose and stopped at the mole on his pouty lips. You loved that mole of his. His lips: pretty, pink, inviting. “Seok,” your voice cracked.
“Hm”
“Can I kiss you?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” his hands drew goosebumps to the curve of your lower back and you took your time gliding your hands up his toned neck to hold his face. To say that you’ve imagined your first kiss with Hoseok a hundred times would be an understatement. None of those scenarios measured up to the real thing. When Hoseok’s lips touched your own, soft as rose petals, an audible moan escaped, but it was too hypnotizing to be embarrassed. Man, was he an amazing kisser, the way his lips matched the fluidity of your own. When he tugged at your bottom lip with his, another moan. When he migrated his tongue into your mouth, another moan because God he tasted so damn good.
“Please,“ you pulled away for a moment. He looked hurt, another pout forming on his lips and you kissed it away. “I want you.”
“Fuck,” his eyes darkened and before you knew it, you were lifted off of the floor and placed onto the kitchen counter. “For the record,” he spoke breathily between marking up the base of your neck with nibbles and kisses. “You looked so fucking sexy in that white bikini. It drove me insane seeing you on Jungkook instead of me.”
“But I only want you, Seok,” you whined in response, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.
“Say it again please,” he ground into you through your silk shorts, dancing to the rhythm of your breathing. "Call me 'Seok,' again."
“It’s you, Seok,” you exhaled at the added friction of jeans, against silk, against skin. “It’s always been you.”
“How does your voice sound so raw and I’ve barely touched you?” your only response was desperately grinding on his hardened length through his pants. You nearly cried when he pulled away from you, the only remaining contact being his hands on the meat of your thighs, pinning you to the countertop. You squirmed under his stare, watching his gaze go to where the silk stuck to your center as he dug his thumbs into your soft flesh, leaving red marks. “Want me to make you feel good?” he licked his lips making them shine with saliva. Nodding eagerly, you reached your arms out to him. “Use your words baby.”
WOW okay I haven't made a moodboard or anything in months but here we are with a new post! I honestly don’t know what the inspiration was behind this so let’s just say it’s you knew Christian for a while he introduced you to Dabin and y’all are all best friends now...the end.
Request Christian Yu, and Dabin(DPR LIVE) I hope y'all enjoy and I hope to make new content very soon. ☺️
Im Changkyun | Unpredictable!AU | Fluff | Smut | WC:1.9k
♥ summary: a very blunt changkyun actually manages to catch you off guard and fluster you.
Being put on the spot is something you're good at handling.
You're witty and always have a comeback, even when something unexpected is said or done, but not in this case.
Changkyun just stares at you patiently from the other side of the room with a blank expression. He's waiting for a response, but you have no idea what you could possibly say back to him.
Everyone left around half an hour ago, letting the two of you have some time alone, and boy did Changkyun want to take advantage of that.
You don't have to be back at your dorms for another few hours to make it to practice and you wish you hadn't told Changkyun that because now you have no valid excuse to leave right at this very moment.
It's simple. You can either say different variations of yes or no.
But your tongue feels too heavy to allow you to utter out a single word. You probably look like a deer caught in headlights and you just know he's enjoying it because while it's not often that he catches you off guard, it's very rare for you to show it. His fingers are drumming a slow beat on the arm of the seat he's seated in as his eyes roam your face, detecting every emotion you can't conceal.
"I'm not gonna lie and say I was just kidding, but you don't have to fret over it," he chuckles, emotion finally showing in his own face.
Your eyes shrink back down to normal size, but you can't take your eyes off of him. Actual thoughts start to come to mind instead of jumbled words and after clearing your throat you can finally speak.
"I don't understand why you had to say it. Like you could've just done it instead of making things awkward," you mumble, but loud enough for him to hear and laugh at you.
"So you're saying yes?"
You glare at him.
"Is it too late just do it?"
He's teasing you, voice ugly and nasally and he's enjoying himself way too much.
When you mumble out a no, Changkyun is getting up and walking over to the couch you're spread out on, climbing into the small space in between your legs and making them spread wider.
There’s still a playful glint in his eyes and you know he’s about to tease you a little more, but a squint of your eyes makes him laugh and shake his head before swooping down and slanting his lips over yours.
“I missed you,” is mumbled into your mouth, his voice barely above a whisper as the hand that’s not holding his weight up gently caresses the side of your face. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a year.”
You press your lips into his with more force than before, doing your best to wipe off the pout you can feel. It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve caught more than just a quick glance at each other with his latest comeback and you preparing for your own. Seeing each other from across a room at an event both of your groups had to attend and having to stay at a distance because fans catch onto things quick, and you’d rather your managers not find out seeing they’re still under the impression you only visit the boy’s dorm occasionally because you miss your childhood friend.
“Did you ask them to leave?” you barely get out when he moves to press a kiss to your cheek.
“Nope. I was just as surprised as you.”
You snort unattractively. “You were quick to take advantage of them leaving, though.”
Changkyun takes your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb and directs your face right in front of his. His eyes are dark compared to the usual warm, teasing aura they give as he stares intently into yours.
“Can you blame me? I’ve been wanting to taste you for months.”
At the way you whimper and your body shivers under him, he lets go of your face and drops the facade to start cracking up, his face finding the crook of your neck as his body vibrates against yours.
You’re not enjoying his new discovery of how to fluster you.
“You’re the worst.”
His annoying laughter turns into a deep chuckle. “I can prove that statement wrong,” His voice is already deep but it rumbles against your chest and neck and sparks goosebumps to rise on your arms.
“If that’s the plan then can we not do this on the couch?” you grumble, running your fingers through his hair despite the fact your face is still very much warm from his words.
This is the same kid that couldn’t even text you to confess, yet he has no problem asking you if he can eat you out now.
Wild.
Not a prude in the least, but you’ve never really been vocal about your sexual wants and needs without it being a joke, so Changkyun’s seemingly out of the blue statement really had you stuck. Things have been taken slowly, kisses and touches here and there above clothing each time the two of you managed to have a moment alone. You kind of want to ask him if his confidence is all fake or if he’s really just been sitting on the idea for a while and finally cracked, but you’ll leave that for another time.
With a grunt, he detaches himself from you then extends his hand to help you up. The way your fingers squeeze his when they’re interlaced with his on the way to his room doesn’t exactly mean you’re nervous, but excited could be a better word for how you feel. You’ve been in his bed a few times, sometimes to sleep before a schedule, other times to just get away from everyone and have some silence. Now, though, as you’re being seated and guided to scoot back to the headboard, excited is definitely the adjective to use to describe why your heart starts beating a little quicker and your breath is coming out a little harsher at the way he stares down at you as he pulls his shirt up and off, dropping it on the floor beside him.
God, you’ve seen him on stage with the exact look in his eyes but this is something completely different from the normal Changkyun. Usually goofy and corny with a lighthearted nature, but now, the energy you feel radiating off of him is seemingly more addicting and real compared to earlier and on stage, and you can’t really help yourself when you latch onto him as soon as he crawls onto the bed. The smile you feel against your lips and the laugh that comes with it breaks some of the tension in the room and within your body, a smile of your own melding against his.
The back of his hand slowly trails down, starting from your neck and pausing at your chest, a cautious squeeze becoming another one with more confidence in the way you bite his lip. It continues down, going until he reaches the waistband of your sweatpants. His fingers slip underneath, coming in contact with the soft cotton of your panties. The build-up is enough to pull another small sound from your throat, your lips even hungrier than before and deepening the kiss, tongue flicking against his bottom lip only to get sucked into his mouth. You’ve never really been this vocal with him and if he were to bring it up to you sometime in the future you’d deny the noises, but as of right now, with your mind clouded and body sensitive to his every move, you don’t pay much attention to the deep groan you release at the suction on your tongue.
Smooth fingertips wiggle their way under the thin layer of cotton and they’re cold when they come in contact with your heat. The gentle strokes of his fingers going up and down your slit stutter your breath, anticipation building up inside of you. He’s barely done much and yet you can feel the moisture that has pooled at your entrance spread with the swipes of his fingers.
There’s a mumbled curse, maybe from him, maybe from you. In a blur your lower half is bared, clothing tossed behind Changkyun’s back before his body sinks lower on the bed, laying flat on his stomach when your core is in his line of sight.
An arm wraps around your thigh, his other reaching up to fit his fingers in between yours. The sight of him in between your legs like this only is already too much, but the long swipe of his tongue along your slit is so much worse. Your fingers tighten around his and his eyes lift at the feeling, watching you carefully as his mouth latches onto your clit, giving the softest of suckles. All of the breath in your body leaves you at that very moment.
Waters are no longer tested, Changkyun’s careful actions being a thing of the past as his confidence comes in, practically nuzzling into your core with an enthusiastic tongue going back and forth between circling your clit and flicking up and down.
He lets go of your hand in favor of sliding his middle and pointer fingers inside of you swiftly, instantly building a rhythm. A string of whines from you mix in with the sound of your heavy breathing and the wet slapping of his fingers pumping in and out of you, your back lifting off of the mattress all while doing your best to press your core further into his mouth.
Lips back around sensitive nub, he sucks and pulls until the hood of your clit snaps back into place, and repeats when he sees the way your eyes roll back and head thud back against the headboard. He’s so eager to please it makes your stomach tense, fingers finding his light strands of hair and raking through them, giving him extra praise as if the increasing volume of your moans isn’t enough.
A deep groan vibrates against you at your petting and the tremble spreads throughout your body, fingers and toes curling and legs shaking from both sides of his head.
His name falls from your lips as you get closer and closer to your peak, a pleasant burning in your lower stomach growing and growing until the coil snaps, your jaw dropping and body trembling as your mind goes blank. Changkyun chooses that exact moment to curl his fingers up, and a shout from you urges him to thrust them into that spot within you rougher than before with a small smirk against your clit.
“So,” Changkyun rasps out, crawling up your body as you slump down into the bed to lay on your back. “Did I prove the statement wrong?”
Your eyes roll but you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him on top of you, not at all minding his weight.
“Do I taste as good as you hoped?”
“God, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”
In the haziness of your climax, his words are too funny, and it takes his lips crashing into yours to shut up your giggling.
"the feeling is reckless of knowing your selfish and knowing i’m desperate." [x]
inspired by sza “the weekend” 💛
"When are you going to let him go?"
You heard this question way too often. Your best friend was constantly reminding you of how stupid you looked to be chasing after him. After all, you weren't the only girl he was fucking with.
When you found out that Taehyung was talking to 2 other girls you broke down. It was a Saturday night and you two was laying in bed with nothing on underneath. You reached over to grab his chin and pull him into a kiss.
BUZZ! BUZZ!
He pulled away to sit up and reach for his phone that was laying on the dresser beside him. You watched as the muscles in his back flexed. The veins that was running through his arms. The sweat that was resting on his collar bone. You gently smiled and pulled the sheets closer to your chin.
“Hello?” His voice was rough and hoarse.
You blinked a few times as you thought you heard a females voice through the receiver.
You quickly sat up and craned your neck to look at him. His eyes found their way to look at you. Hair had fallen over your forehead and eyes but your lips were pinched together as if you ate something sour. He used his thumb to turn down the volume on his phone.
His lips turned up to smile a little. Your guessing the girl on the phone told him something he liked.
“Yeah, uh- I’ll see about that. I’ll see you Monday.”
“Such a fucking asshole.” You shook your head as you started to scoot to the edge of the bed.
Taehyung leaned back on the headboard as he watched you get dressed. He sighed and shook his head as he spoke up,
“How am I an asshole ______?”
You ignored him and looked around for you silk blouse. From the corner of your eye you saw him get up from the bed. He made his way to grab you and pull you into his body.
“Tell me baby,” He hummed in your ear.
Letting out a shaky breath, you closed your eyes as he kissed your neck.
“Who was that?” Silence.
If he wasn’t as close as he was he probably wouldn’t have been able to hear you.
“Do you love me?” You asked another question.
He pulled away from you as soon as the word love came out of your mouth. Your heart dropped at his reaction and the silence. You turned around slowly. He had a frown on his face as he looked passed you and into the window.
“I’m going to be honest right now.” He scratched at his neck. He finally looked at you.
“Taehyung please...” You started to shake your head as tears fell down your cheeks.
Your vision was blurry and it felt like drums was beating in your ears. Still, you could see his mouth open to say the one thing that you was dreading to hear.
“She’s my other girlfriend.”
After that, you vowed to never speak to him again. Your bestfriend came over to pick you up that night. She also attempted to key his car but you pulled her away and was able to have her drive you home. You blocked his number and deleted everything that related to him. You blocked him on ever social site that he had you on.
Soon after you kept seeing his friends around everywhere. Jungkook especially, asked you what happened between you two but you acted like you was unsure of what he was speaking of. He handed you his phone so you could put your number in. You blinked and your face started to get hot. You shook your head as if you were actually dating someone.
“Friends can’t have each other’s number?”
You paused to look at him then his phone before taking it and hesitantly tapped your number in. He smiled and shook his head as he gave you a hug and walked off.
2 months after that, the word got around that Taehyung was seeing two girls. We’re you shocked? Not at all. We’re you hurt? As hell. You ended up breaking down all over again. This time you didn’t call your bestfriend.
You called Taehyung.
Now you’re sitting here, A few weeks after that phone call, trying to explain it to your bestfriend.
“It’s just sex.” You shurgged as if it was no big deal.
“And you’re just stupid.”
“Excuse me?” You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up in your bed.
Your bestfriend crossed her arms and leaned back into the computer chair.
“You look stupid having sex with him on the weekend as he goes out and treats these other girls like their royalty throughout the week.”
You shook your head and got out of bed. You walked over to your closet to find something to wear.
Rolling your eyes, you spoke with so much confidence as the words left your mouth, “You’re acting like I care, I don’t.”
“You should. Do you know how many guys will kill to be with you!? But you’re letting a fuckboy use you whenever he’s tired from his other girls. Gosh! Do you know how crazy that sounds!?”
You snatched a shirt off from a hanger as you faced your bestfriend. Your mouth felt dry as you started to yell back, making excuses for Taehyung.
“What do you want me to do Y/BF/N? I’m fucking desperate!” You cried.
She looked at you, mouth opening to yell something else. The tears that was threatening to fall from your eyes made her close her mouth and walk closer to you.
She engulfed you in a hug as you cried in her shoulder.
“I love him...” You sniffled.
“No you don’t. You love the thought of him.” She rubbed your back.
“...and maybe his dick.” She shrugged.
You instantly giggled and moved from her shoulder so you could slap her there.
“I hate you.”
“Oh welll,” She smiled and patted your cheek.
She walked back to where her stuff was and grabbed it, “I have to go, call me babe!” She waved and walked out the room while softly shutting it behind her.
You sighed and tossed the shirt back in your closet before walking out and going ti your phone that was laying on the bed. You laid on your stomach as you picked it up to reply back to messages.
Jungkook☺️: wyd today?
Tae 😛💓: can you come over tonight? i miss you 😘
You bit your lip, deciding on who you was going to reply to. The words that your bestfriend said minutes before this replayed in your head. Your fingers moved to type back a message.
‘i’ll be there at 10. i miss you more ❤️’
soo uhm how was this? lol feedback will be so greatly accepted. thank you for reading, xo!
Summary: A story about a boy and girl in love. But sometimes love just isn’t enough
Part: 01 of 3
Pairing: Jungkook/OC
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, College/Uni au
Warnings: Mature themes ( explicit language, drug/alcohol abuse, sexual acts)
Word Count: 3.148k
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Jungkook takes a slow deep drag from his cigarette. Looking out into the city skyline, the sun is slowly setting, the sky coloured in oranges and red. The glow from the sun gives his skin a beautiful orange undertone. It would make an excellent photo, but he’s too lazy to run back inside to his room to get his camera. Since his fight with Casey, he’s lost motivation to do anything these days. He takes another long inhale of the cigarette. Down below there are people walking by probably in a drunken haze, its Saturday night and Toronto is busy filled with pretty women in short dresses. A girl with a gorgeous afro and bright red lipstick bobs up and down the street with her friend in hand. They sing Justin Bieber song from the top of their lungs.
The thought of Casey pops up into his mind.
He can’t seem to get her out of his mind, her hair, and her eyes, brown with flecks of gold in them. The smell of her lilac perfume, her boisterous laugh. It’s all just too much. He hasn’t heard from her in three days which to some may not seem like much but for him, it’s a long time considering they talk every single day.
He’s not surprised though, he’s been an asshole. When she’d caught him making out with some random redhead at the bar she never said a thing, just stood there and watched them. It wasn’t until they stopped for air when Jungkook looked up and saw the hurt look in her eyes her lips pursed as if to stop herself from crying. Then she turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He never ran after her. He should’ve he knows. When the red head asked if he knew her he shakes his head no and continues kissing her.
He doesn’t know why he keeps hurting her. Hell, he doesn’t even know why she keeps going back to him. Even though he doesn’t act like it deep down he needs her. Needs the way her leg feels against his thigh whenever they’re wrapped up in the sheets together. He needs the way she says “Good morning” in that raspy voice of hers playful and fun. The way she ruffles his hair whenever she’s being cheeky. Even though he doesn’t want to admit it, not even to himself He needs her more than he needs air to breathe.
His phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s Taehyung with a text saying “I’m downstairs.”
Taehyung is standing outside his hands in his pocket and a joint tucked behind his ear. He grins like a mad man when he sees Jungkook coming out the door of his building. He wraps his arm around Jungkook’s neck and they make their way down the street to the Tavern. It’s three dollar beer night which thank goodness because he could really go for a pint right now.
“Tonight’s gonna be lit!” Said Taehyung.
Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. “You say this every time we go out.”
“Yeah and don’t we always have a good time?” Said Taehyung.
Jungkook nods and says, “Yea but usually it ends with me having to drag you out of the bar because you always seem to enjoy pissing off the owner.”
Taehyung laughs sheepishly taking the joint from behind his ear and lighting it up.
“He’s just in love with me is all.” Taehyung hands the joint over to Jungkook.
“I knew you were fucking him.”
Taehyung gasps in fake surprise and swats Jungkook. “I am not!”
Jungkook gives Taehyung a look of apprehension.
Taehyung snatches the joint out of Jungkook’s hand avoiding eye contact. “I may have made out with him a couple of times.”
Jungkook barks out a laugh
“Of course you have.”
~~~
When they get to the pub it’s packed. Some people he recognises from Uni. He looks over at the stage and it’s some obscure band but when he takes a good look at the lead singer he realises that its Namjoon the guy from his calculus class dressed in a white tee, and a leather jacket his hair side-swept grinning at one of the girls in the front row.
“Prick” Jungkook mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes.
He heads to the bar and orders him and Taehyung a beer. Graciously taking the beer Taehyung takes a huge gulp.
“I need to get laid tonight, all this studying for finals is doing my fucking head in.”
Jungkook nods in agreement taking a swig of his beer. He wonders if Casey is here too. He scans the sea of people looking for reddish brown afro hair but he doesn’t see her. Does he even want to see her? What is he really going to say to her after he just full on kissed another woman in front of her?
“You’re looking for Casey aren’t you?” Said Taehyung
Jungkook jumps out of his reverie with slightly wide eyes avoiding eye contact. He takes a sip of his beer.
“No.”
Jungkook has never been a very good liar especially when it comes to Taehyung. He’s known him long enough to know when he’s lying or not. Sometimes he thinks Taehyung knows him better than he knows himself.
“You’re a terrible liar” Taehyung deadpans.
“I’m not lying!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Kook, just forget about her right now look at all this pussy just for us.”
Jungkook cringes at that. He doesn’t like the way Taehyung swears, it makes him sound like twelve-year-old swearing for the first time.
“Please stop, besides I haven’t spoken to her in days anyways it’s not like I care.”
He then spots her, reddish brown hair long past her shoulders flirting with Namjoon the guitarist from the band. He whispers something in her ear that makes her laugh out loud. There’s a twinge of jealousy fluttering around in Jungkook’s stomach. He shouldn’t be jealous he knows that he has no right to be. But he can’t seem to help himself. He’s the only one that should be able to make her laugh like that no one else.
Namjoon wraps his arm around Casey. His hand sliding lower and lower until he grabs her ass making her yelp and giggle. She kisses him running her hand in his sweaty gross hair. Jungkook’s had it, he chugs the last of his beer slamming it on the counter and marches right over.
“Kook! C’mon man don’t worry about her!” Taehyung yells after him.
But Jungkook ignores him making a beeline towards Casey. He grabs her arm pulling her towards him.
“What the fuck?!” Said Casey.
Casey snatches her arm back from him.
“What is your problem?”
“I need to speak to you” Said Jungkook.
“Yeah? Well, I don’t want to speak to you.” Said Casey.
All of a sudden Namjoon is obscuring his view of Casey. He’s tall with terribly bleach blonde hair and his roots showing there’s a cross earring dangling from his right ear. Jungkook wants to rip that fucking earring out. But before he does anything rash he calms himself down. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip and sighs.
“This has nothing to do with you, now if you’d excuse me I need to talk to Casey,” Jungkook says firmly.
“She doesn’t want to speak with you.”
Namjoon steps forward in an intimidating way puffing out his chest. It takes everything in Jungkook’s power not to laugh. This guy is a joke, seriously what does Casey see in him.
“I’m pretty sure Casey can speak for herself.”
When he looks over at her she’s staring at the two of them with a worried look on her face, almost too scared to say anything. Jungkook takes a step around Namjoon towards Casey but he blocks his way.
At this point, Jungkook has had enough and without another word, he swings a fist towards Namjoon making him stumble back. There’s blood dripping from his mouth. When he notices he charges towards Jungkook. But Casey steps in before he can get to him.
“Alright, alright that’s enough!” Casey yells.
“Fine Kookie, you wanna talk let’s talk.”
Casey gives Namjoon an apologetic smile ushering Jungkook towards the bar lounge. Jungkook gives Namjoon a smug look while giving him the finger.
He orders himself and Casey a pint. They find a quiet booth to chat in. Casey grabs Jungkook’s hand examining the bruises. He snatches his hand away from her telling her he’s fine.
Casey tuts “You just made yourself look like a complete idiot, what is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? You’re the one hanging out with wannabe Justin Bieber over there!”
Casey sighs rubbing her temples. “See, that’s your problem you’re too high strung, what did you want to talk about anyway?”
Jungkook takes a long swig of his beer. By now he’s way too drunk to be spilling out his feelings but nonetheless, here he is. He takes a second to examine Casey, her hair is now up in a messy bun her cheeks slightly flushed from drinking too much and the fiasco that just took place. She’s wearing a pretty shade of baby pink lipstick which is a beautiful contrast to her brown skin.
He wants so badly just to kiss her, forget everything that’s happened between them take her back to his apartment and make love to her until the sun comes up.
“You look so beautiful” he blurts out without thinking.
Casey has a surprised look on her face but it quickly changes with her rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Is that what you brought me here to tell me?” She goes to get up to leave but Jungkook quickly catches her hand and gently tugs her back to sit down with pleading eyes.
“Please sit,” he says it a bit too desperately. He scolds himself mentally at how pathetic he’s being. Casey reluctantly sits down taking a sip of her beer she gives him a look encouraging him to continue.
Suddenly Jungkook is nervous fiddling with his ring around his finger, the one Casey gave him when they went to the festival over by the harbour. He hasn’t taken it off since. He doesn’t like to talk about his feelings he prefers to be the cool guy the one with the laid-back attitude who likes to make people laugh. He’s not good with showing who he really is, an overly sensitive romantic who is crazy in love with the woman sitting in front of him.
But he knows that if he really wants things to work out between the two of them then he’s going to have to open up and let her in. Two years of back and forth is too exhausting. Without thinking about it too much he blurts
“I want to take things more serious.”
Casey snorts into her cup at that he knows she’s heard that line before. Too many times in fact but Jungkook means it this time he swears by it. No more sleeping with other women behind her back just so he could prove something to himself. Just because he’s scared. He wants to get better he wants to make it work this time around.
“No I’m serious Cas, I want this to work out, I want to take this relationship to the next level.”
“What makes this time so different? How do I know this is just not some bull shit about how you have changed, and how things are going to be better?”
Jungkook doesn’t know, but he knows this time is different because it just is and even though that’s not good enough for her it is for him. Stupidly he shrugs his shoulders “Can’t you just trust me?”
Casey gives Jungkook an incredulous look and shakes her head. “That’s not good enough.”
“I’m trying Cas I-“
“Are you? Because the last time I saw you, you had your tongue down another woman’s throat.”
“She didn’t mean anything I swear!”
“Oh lovely so because she didn’t mean anything to you suddenly it makes it ok, alright then.”
“No that’s not what I meant”
“Then what did you mean?”
Jungkook sighs running his hand through his hair. This is not how he imagined the conversation would go, so many things running through his mind. Deep down he wants to say that really and truly he’s terrified, he’s never felt this way about any woman. He didn’t think he could feel this way about anyone, to be honest. He just thought that he was just going to go through his life never falling in love and he was ok with that. But then he met Casey and his entire world was turned upside down.
Suddenly he’s feeling things he’s never felt before and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s afraid he’ll muck things up so instead, he finds other women to mess around with to distract him. Which doesn’t help much obviously and that it only makes things worse.
Jungkook sighs, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth anxiously He starts to fiddle with his ring again. He needs to think of something to say in order to make her stay and fast. Casey looks at him expectantly, he opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. There is another bout of awkward silence and when she realises he’s not going to say anything she shakes her head in disappointment.
“You have nothing to say for yourself?” said Casey.
Without thinking, Jungkook blurts out “I’m sorry.”
Casey scoffs and quickly gets up out of her seat without saying anything and marches right out of the pub with Jungkook following close behind her. He is spewing out every excuse he can think of. When they are a few metres from the pub outside Casey lets out a frustrated guttural shout.
“When are you going to grow the fuck up Kookie?”
Jungkook stops dead in his tracks, a little taken aback.
“You have never held yourself accountable for the bullshit you put me through and frankly I’m tired. I’m tired of not hearing from you for days at a time, worrying about you, wondering if you’re ok only to find out you’re with some other girl. I’m tired of being treated as second best.
“Like, do you even respect me? Do you actually love me or am I just some play thing to you?”
“I love you!” Jungkook shouts a little too loudly, his voice more eager than he intended.
“Seriously?! Is that all you can say to me?” Casey spits. “As if I haven’t heard that lie a million times before.”
He’s not lying though, he does love her more than anything, more than filming, sometimes even more than his friends and although he hates to admit it, more than himself.
A motorcycle zooms past them the loud roar of the engine makes Jungkook flinch.
“Can we go to my place and talk?”
“No.,” said Casey
“Please?” his voice cracks. He swallows the lump down his throat. He needs her, in his bed, in his clothes the smell of vanilla and lilac in his sheets, he misses that.
Casey’s stance is offensive but the look in her eyes says otherwise. She’s considering it in her mind. Jungkook knows her body too well.
“I promise nothing will happen.”
He means that too. Jungkook may be a liar but he knows that there is a time and place for everything. Casey is the only person he shows his vulnerable side too although he hates it. He knows that she won’t judge him for it.
“Why?” said Casey a pained expression her face.
She looks withered faded dark circles under eyes the dried paint under her nails tells him that she’s been up all night working on her final assignment.
Jungkook anxiously chews the bottom of his lip. He knows that she’s not asking really asking “why” but rather “what is the point?” This what they have done for the past two years since they started Uni. They love, they fuck, someone cheats, they fight, and then they get back together again. A vicious, poisonous cycle.
He sighs looking at her with big sad doe-like eyes. He notices a look in her eyes, she’s already made the decision in her mind all she wants is justification.
“Because I need you.”
As sad that sounds it’s true.
~~~
He wraps his arm around her waist and gently pulls her in, kissing her deep and slow. Running his hand through her hair the smell of lilac and vanilla fills his lungs. He’s missed this scent so much. It makes him giddy with excitement. He grabs her by the back of her thighs and gently scoops her up and towards the bedroom.
They fall onto the bed with a plop. Casey frantically running her hands all over his body. He grabs both her hands and puts them up above her head, he kisses her neck steady and slow, licking down her neck and nibbling on her ear. When he hears a groan escapes her lips he smirks into her neck and does it again. No longer able to contain herself Casey bucks her hips up
He tucks his arm under her waist drawing her closer. Her cheeks are slightly rosy, face glistens with sweat. She looks absolutely stunning. He wants to kiss her until he’s out of breath.
“Stay with me tonight.” He says breathlessly
Casey nods “ok“
“I mean it. Don’t leave this time please.”
Casey smiles again and softly pecks him on the cheek. “I promise”
She nestles into his body and in that moment Jungkook feels so damn happy he could burst.
He wakes up the next morning the warm sun on his face, he stretches reaching out for Casey. But when he doesn’t feel anything he opens his eyes and realises that she’s gone.
Prompt: 50 and 57 monster woo. Thank god you are writing for him
Pairing: Woo x Reader
Word Count: 1.397k
Warning: unprotected sex,
“I’m going to fill your pussy with every inch of my cock,” Woo’s hands spread your cheeks, giving him a clear view of his cock pushing into your greedy hope that swallowed him with ease. Nonetheless, you moaned at the stretch, Woo’s cock was a representation of his body. He wasn’t like others who were big with small cocks, his cock was long, almost too long the first time you had seen him naked you refused to believe every inch of it could fit inside of you. It had taken a while but eventually, you took every inch and continued to do so with a smile. You were so hungry for his cock and had no shame in admitting to it. “and then I’m going to cum deep inside your pussy.” You throw your head back at his words and grind down onto him, hands placed on his thighs for better leverage. “That’s right baby, ride daddy’s cock,” he cooed, leaning in to run his tongue down the valley of your breast, tracing the swell of them.
“It feels so good daddy,” you cried, clenching around his meaty cock. “I love your cock,” you were desperately fucking yourself onto him, juices gushing about, rolling down his thighs as if a glass of water had been spilled on his lap. Woo hums to acknowledge your words and places a wet kiss against the pert nipple of your left breast. Your hands fly up to hold the back of his head, pulling him closer and holding him there. His lips enclose around the nipple and flick his tongue against your hardened nipple. He hums against you and sends a shudder up your spine. “Daddy!” You roll your hips down into his and pull his head away from your chest. “Kiss me,” you whine, hands cupping the sides of his face. You gently press your lips against his, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, greeting your tongue as aggressively as he was thrusting up into you. The kiss was heated, all teeth and tongue, the sound of your heavy breaths blending in beautifully with the sound of him fucking into you.
“I’m going to breed you…” He promises, nose pressed against your collarbone. He inhales your scent, nails digging into the supple flesh of your ass, hard enough to almost break the skin. “…you want that, you little slut?” You eagerly nod your head, throwing your head back at the thought of him breeding you. Every inch of his cock pushed into you over and over again, pounding into your sensitive spot. It was a feeling you couldn’t compare, a feeling you couldn’t describe, but a feeling you loved. His cock was liable to turn you into a cock hungry whore, you started acting like you had no common sense. You started to drool, cry, scream and plead. “I know you want that baby, I know you do because you’re my little cock whore, who only wants and needs my cock, huh baby?” You nod excitedly not being able to actually comprehend what he was saying, you were so strung out for his cock it was humorous.
“I want it, Woo,” You mumble, your words nearly falling deaf on his ears. You are able to piece together that he had asked if you wanted something and given the conversation from earlier it wasn’t too much thinking behind it. “I want it so fucking bad,” you plead, pressing your forehead against his, nails digging into your thighs. “I need it,” your voice is weak, quivering as you admit your nastiest desires.
“I know you do baby,” He taps your thigh, signaling for you to stand up from his lap. You do so but not without stumbling, legs weak from the position you had been in for a while. “Turn around for me,” you listen without a second thought, needing to feel him inside of you soon. You press your upper-half against the mirror of the gym and shake your ass at him. Woo growls and roughly grabs your hips, pressing his heated, soaked cock against your ass, making you mewl at the feeling. It was lewd and naughty. Your juices spreading across your ass, “Hmm, you’re still dripping, you’re just like an endless waterfall,” he kicks your feet apart and placed the head of his cock at your entrance before slammed his hips against your ass.
“Woo!” You’re slammed against the mirror, hands coming up at the last minute to keep your head from following the same course as your body. “God yes! Fill me up! Fuck me!” Woo chuckles and presses himself against your back, right hand leaving your waist to wrap gingerly around your throat, careful to avoid any further bruising. “Please!” you beg, needing him to move, needing him to fuck you.
“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s going to make you feel good, you know he will,” and just like that he’s picked up his relentless pace from earlier. Your ass jiggles with his every move, body pressing harder against the mirror. Woo wishes he could record the moment, the way your body reacted to his manhandling, the way your pussy gushed for him. His other hand leaves your hips, dropping between your thighs. The rough pads of his fingers find your clit and start gentle circles on the swollen bud. The touch is light but it has you convulsing against him, needing more but satisfied with what you had been given.
“Thank you, daddy,” you sigh, leaning your head back so your head rests against his shoulder as he pushed and pulled your body at his will. “It feels so good,” You slam your hands against the mirror, Woo having mercy on you by pushing harder against your clit, increasing the speed of his actions. “God yes!” Your hands ball into fist and Woo has to let go of his light grip on your throat to grip your wrist, scared you would’ve broken the mirror by how fast your hand was moving.
“I know you’re close baby,” he places a series of wet kisses against your clammy back, bringing your hand down to your side. “Baby?” You softly respond to him, knees growing weaker with each passing second. “You feel how thick my cock is? Fucking into your tight walls?” You hum in response, growing light headed as you lose yourself in the pleasure of his cock pushing into you and his fingers on your clit. “You fell how it’s gotten bigger? Thicker? That’s because I’m knotting you, baby, knotting this pretty pussy of yours,” Woo presses his lips against your ear, voice dropping to a low and seductive tone. He slowed his hips down, settling on slow and deep strokes. “and then I’m going to fill you to the hilt with my cum,”
“God!” You draw out the word, letting your head hang as your orgasm washes over your weakening form. “Woo! Please! Please!” Your walls are impossibly tight around his cock and he’s decided to stop moving in all.
“I know baby, I know,” his cock twitches and his head rests against your shoulder blade as his reaches his end. It’s like an endless stream, thick, hot spurt of his semen, one after the other until it had become too much and was dripping out of you, rolling down his already soaked shaft. “You’re such a good girl, letting daddy fuck you like a ragdoll, letting daddy fill you with his cum.” His kisses turn sweet, planting them over your shoulder blades.
“Hmm,” you smile softly, leaning your head back to rest against his should again. “Thank you, Woo,” Woo chuckles deeply and pulls out of you, grabbing his shirt from the bench and tugging of over your head. “You sure do know how to make me feel better after a long and very stressful day,”
“Hmm,” he spins you around and gently kisses your forehead, “I’m going to run us a bath and then we’re going to go to bed, alright?”
“Yes, daddy,”
“Oh no, don’t start that again!” He chuckles, spanning your ass before quickly turning and retreating, his lips still pulled into a small smirk.
MONSTA X REACTION: THEIR S/O HOLDING IN THEIR MOANS || Hyung Line
Cool lol so I would love it if you could make a post where Monsta X reacts to you trying to hold in your moans during sex. Thanks so much for being one of the only blogs that actually write for MX and for being a POC blog at that.
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Shownu
Isn’t adamant on you moaning. He’s more of a grunting person himself so he’s fine with your usual whimpers and sighs of his name but when he’s in a mood, he wants to hear you moan. This is when you decide to tease him though because the more determined he is the better.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shownu asks huskily, gripping your calves to move your legs over his shoulders. “Are you sure you’re ready baby?” You look at him with hooded eyes the smell of sex dispersing over your heads, filling your senses and making you hotter than you were. It was almost as if it was suffocating you, pushing on your lungs, your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath. “I don’t think you’ll be able to handle me...I’m pretty pissed...” Shownu doesn’t bother to say anything else, and places his hands on either side of your head, pushing into you with enough force to move you up half the bed.
“Fuck!” You can’t help it, the word falling from your lips in a long, drawn out moan that echoes off the walls, escaping the closed confines of the room. If the others hadn’t heard you before they most definitely knew what was going on now. “Shownu!” You aren’t really sure what you said after that, your train of though flying off the track. It was like he reached new depths, it felt like you could literally feel him in your guts, thanks to the position he had forced you in. His chest pressed against yours but your legs were still over his shoulders, in an everyday case the thought of having your knees pressed against your shoulders seemed impossible, not now, not when Shownu had a point to prove.
“That’s what I thought,”
Wonho
Wonho is a needy guy in bed. In every sense of the word but more around the fact that he needs praises and reassurance, so he isn’t very happy when you decide to hold in your moans. But Wonho being Wonho he finds it hard to come right out and say it.
“Y/N!” He whined, grinding his hips against your ass. He acted like a dog in heat just rubbing itself against anything to get off. His lips were pressed hotly against your ear, his breath fanning over your cheek. They were ragged and becoming more and more scarce the harder he begin pounding into you. You weren’t helping with the way you clenched around him but you weren’t moaning and it was pissing him off. Wonho was a very passive person and had a hard time with confrontation even in bed so he was very subtle in his attempts to get you to do what he wanted. “Aren’t I making you feel good?”
“So good,” you bite into your forearm, it was becoming nearly impossible to keep quiet. Normally, when the two of you were alone, you’d have no problem letting Wonho know how good he was making you feel but you didn’t need another lecture from the others or the judgements stares so you decided to keep quiet. “So fucking good,” you squeal, surprised when he slams into you with enough force to break the headboard. You want to scold him but he knows you too well and cuts you off by promptly picking up his pace. It was like a song, starting off with the instrumental of his cock plunging into yours walls, easing into his grunts and ending with the way you had started screaming for him.
“Then why were you being so quiet?”
Minhyuk
Minhyuk is catty. Probably one of the only ones who will straight up tell you what he wants. He’s the one to tease you until you give him what he wants.
“Come on baby!” Minhyuk slapped his fingers against your swollen nub, smirking sadistic you at the way your legs snap shut. “I know you’re close, I know you want to come so why are you being so stubborn?” He surprises you with a light kiss on your clit and nearly finds himself with his head locked between your thighs. “Nuh uh,” he wags a finger at you and juts out his bottom lip. “Make some noise for me baby,” his voice is anything but playful and his eyes are dark, focused on you like you were his prey.
“But everyone’s up!” Minhyuk simply shrugs, he could honestly give zero fucks. It was just the two of you in the room and that was all that mattered. “Please don’t make me!” It was pointless with Minhyuk, if he had his mind set on something he was going to do whatever it took to obtain his objective. “Minhyuk,” You mewl, gradually growing louder as he allowed himself to touch you again, fingers pressing against your sensitive nub, granting you a long needed relief. “Oh god! Yes! It feels so good!”
“Hmm, now was that so hard?”
Kihyun
Kihyun is the worst when it comes to confrontation. The two of you had done everything from A to Z in the bedroom but when it came to asking you to do something for him he froze. Which is why his only solution is to please you more until you get what he wants.
“Kihyun,” you whispered into the crook of your elbow. It was obvious you were trying to hold back your moans because of your unexpected roommate management had assigned to the two of you, but Kihyun didn’t like how it seemed you were doing it with ease. Kihyun huffs and runs his tongue up the entirety of your slit before slurping your clit into his mouth. The sound makes your heart drop, blood rushing to your ears as you become worried about the sleeping boy in the other bed. Kihyun grabs your attention again by reaching up and slapping your tit before roughly grabbing it. “Kihyun!” He only gets this rough and demanding when he wants something.
“What are you guys doing over there?” Jooheon’s tired voice rings through your head, making your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You don’t have the will to push Kihyun away and to make it worse, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to stop. “Oh? Oh! Oh my god!” You don’t have time to apologize as you’re coming, a moan of Kihyun’s name rips through your throat, the volume behind it making everyone in the room jump a little.
