Title: Fumée
Group: B.A.P
Member: Jongup
Genre/Warning: Smoking, car sex, unprotected
Summary/Request: PLEASE PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE DO JONGUP SMUT.
A/N: This was actually inspired like now, I had different a Jongup smut planned, but don’t worry, those are still in the works! So here is some PWP Jongup smut! I hope you enjoy even though it’s really short. Also! Please make some request for my birthday, read this post for more info > 🎂
Word Count: 1138
The fields were beautiful. Lavender swaying in the gentle breeze, the sun castes a golden like glow throughout the expanse of land. You felt peaceful as you sat in the parked car. You tilt your neck as the man beside you reached over to place sweet pecks on the underside of your chin.
“It’s beautiful out here baby, perfect.’ His warm breath fanned against your skin as he whispered, “it is, just like you.” You grinned at his sweet words, turning to meet his lips. “Thank you for taking me here.” he smiled against your lips, pushing them to press to yours, “of course sweetheart.”.
He sat back in his seat, silence taking over as you both took in the surroundings.
“I need a smoke.”
You climb into the back seat, winding the window down as you reached into your back for the carton of cigarettes. The stick is placed between your fingers as you settle on your knees, a lighter ready to burn the end. You sigh as you take the first drag.
Jongup watches the way your dress barely covers the bottoms of your plump arsecheeks as you lean out the window. He bites his lip, his desires already taking shape in his mind.
“I wanna fuck you.” he hushed, joining you in the back seat and palms finding your lower back. “so why don’t you baby?”
His lips find the back of your neck, skin being sucked into his mouth and tongue poking out to slide against you. His hands drift lower to cup your arse beneath your dress. He squeezes as you release the drag to cloud out of the window. A hand grips your midriff, his hand on your arse curving to the run your panty covered pussy. His fingers so tuned with your body press into your slit, sensual slides that brush over your clit. You take a deeper drag, inhaling till you feel it fill your lungs, hips pushing down onto his hand before you’re blowing the smoke out.
His hand leaves only so he can push his hand into your underwear and feel the slick accumulated. The pads of his fingers drags your wetness up and down your slit with his movements. You make a little noise, the breeze feeling cooler on your quickly heated cheeks. He circles his fingers over your clit, pressing the bundle of nerves in a way that has your inner muscles clenching. You take a longer drag and wiggle your hips, Jongup cupping your pussy and then pulling back to find your hole. His finger dips in easily, walls awaiting the penetration and when he pushes in your teeth clench, a restrained moan breaking through.
The slide of a finger is momentary before he’s pushing a second and curling his fingers inside of your as he pushes till his knuckles are wedged against your entrance. The ash building is taken by the breeze and the little concentration you have left allows you to focus on bringing the butt to your lips, cheeks hollowing as you pull the smoke through your lips again. Your hand tightens on the door, where you’ve been balanced as Jongup’s slow and hard movements of his digits hasten, fingers slick as they slide quickly in and out of you. Your thighs quake just the slightest, as his fingers intensify though your skin begins to ripple and the smoke is released in broken puffs, pushed out by your moans.
He twists his hand, fingers turning inside and stroking your walls that are tightening, seeking more. He doesn’t wait for heat to break within you, pulling his fingers out, shining with your essence as he quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants. You body quivers, the bulb of his cock familiar and exciting as he guides himself to your entrance, pushing between your lips, wetness sticking to his cock and then he allows his tip to push through, one swift and steady movement of his hips as he settles his cock balls deep inside. Your moan is long and satisfied, eyes drifting shut as you take another drag.
Jongup is hard with his thrusts, pulling back his cock till his tip is resting before he jets forward in one quick hard thrust. He repeats, slowly pulling out only to push a needy moan out of you with a quick and hard snap of his hips.
He pushes again, pulling your hips back so that your pussy is wedged deliciously against him, rotating his hips so you feel how he rubs so nicely against your walls, this time pulling back to give you thrusts that shake your body.
“Jo-Jong, slow, ah, down. Smoke.” You get out, feeling how his hands have curled to dig into your flesh. “Give me some baby.” You half twist as Jongup slows to you can bring the cigarette to his lips, licking your own as you watch the way his browns furrow and eyes become half lidded as he takes a drag, slow and deep like the way his cock is filling you. He blows it over your dazed and flushed face, grinning with his cat like eyes before he takes another drag, lowering his face to your lips. You take the hint, opening your mouth to allow him to blow the smoke into your cavern, his lips melding with yours for a smokey kiss. In haste he pulls the burning butt from your fingers and flings in out the window.
His hands grab yours, holding them in position on the car door just as he begins to speed up his thrusts again. His mouth swallows your deep moans, stomach curving over your back as the force of his cock rocks your body into oblivion.
Your whole body is alight, nerves overloading with the pleasure his cock ignites within you. He groans, whimpers at points as his cock swells and is swallowed by you. The way his balls slap against your skin is erotic and the sound of your wet pussy being pistoned even more so. Your lips break away from his as they fall forward to rest against the hands engulfing yours. Each thrust feeling just as intense as the last as a foreign feeling of floating yet feeling weighed down stirs within.
A few more thrusts as you break away, body convulsing beneath him as he thrusts impossibly harder, the waves of your orgasm physically rushing through you before he groans into the back of your neck, thick spurts as his orgasm, warm and delicious fill your inner walls.
You’re both breathing heavily, twitching as he pulls out with a slick noise, his cum dribbling out and down your lips to your thighs.
“Thanks for that too baby.”
He grins, wordlessly turning your chin toward him for a soft and deep kiss. His way of saying you’re welcome.
→ summary: “mind over matters of the heart or matters of the heart over mind?”
→ genre/warnings: ceo!yoongi, angst, smut, instances of cheating
→ rating: M
→ word count: 9.4k
→ pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader; Kim Seokjin | Reader
→ previous chapter: ch. 1
Mind over matters of the heart.
That was a principle that you’ve always stuck through ever since you were young. Your mind always triumphed over whatever emotion you held. That was why you were completely fine with moving away from Daegu at a young age, even if you had to leave behind everything you’ve grown comfortable to for the first fifteen years of your life. You knew that it would be too impractical to demand from your parents that you stayed in Korea, while the rest of them were overseas.
You were the practical type, the logical one, the type who never gave in to whatever emotions you felt, knowing that you were going to just ruin yourself if you did. That was why you and Yoongi became friends at a young age, because you never paid attention to the bullies, preferring to not run after them, instead you just simply stayed in the shade, rather than dirtying your white shirt and get scolded by your mother for not being careful.
Yoongi, well, he was always lethargic, even at a young age.
“You’re definitely adopted! Look at you! Your mom looks really pretty, but you look like trash!” A boy around your age shouted towards your direction, while you clenched your fists in anger. It wasn’t your fault that you looked like your father and his genes were stronger, but the five-year-old you didn’t know anything about genes.
All you knew was that you looked like your dad, so you definitely weren’t adopted.
“She can’t even fight for herself! Coward! Coward! Coward!” He called out in a sing-song voice, running away from your direction.
You wanted to run after them, but there was a high chance that you were going to trip and get your shirt dirty, and you knew better than to give your mom a hard time with washing the clothes. You pursued your lips together, thinking of words to retort back to them, but you decided to stay under the shade and just look at all the other kids, playing and running around the field.
“You’re very strong.”
Well, except for one.
You turned around and saw a pale, white kid who was also around your age. He was pale, thin, but he had a disinterested look on his face, as if he was eternally tired, even when it was just ten in the morning.
“Thank you,” you smiled back at him as he pushed his toy car towards you, a gummy grin appearing on his pale face.
“Wanna play? My name’s Yoongi.”
And that was why, at this very moment, you were not going to let your emotions get the better of you. If the five-year-old you was able to control herself in front of bullies who called her trash, you could also control yourself in front of your asshole first love, who had the guts to lie to you, even when he was your new client.
It was your third day in the Min Conglomerate as their externally-resourced consultant.
However, your first day in the company did not play out the exact way as people might think.
It wasn’t overly dramatic. In fact, you were pretty calm when you first saw him, considering that you’ve read the documents prepared for you beforehand. That was when you found out that Yoongi was the President and CEO of the big (but nearly-bankrupt) conglomerate (though, you did end up drunk in the hotel bar after you’ve gone through all the documents the first time.)
Having known him in his forming years, you’ve always known that his older brother was supposed to inherit the corporation, but, after becoming their consultant, you found out that said brother made stupid decisions by investing in overpriced properties, bankrupt corporations, and overused business ventures. That was why it was pretty obvious why he would kicked out by the other investors.
Guess having an Ivy-League degree didn’t necessarily make one a good businessman, if one didn’t have the talent and instinct for it.
On the other hand, it was under Yoongi’s leadership, that the conglomerate was able to recover, even if it was barely. They had a merger with one rival corporation when Yoongi took over his brother’s post. However, what it did was just place them on the point of break-even. Clearly, the investors still weren’t satisfied with it.
And that was why, the consulting firm you were employed in was hired by the Min Conglomerate.
But, at this moment, you were just trying to hold in to your emotions and not just scream at the necks of some incapable employees, whom you have no idea why and how they were exactly hired. You partially suspected that it was nepotism, reminding yourself that it was one of the things that you had to take note of when you were through with your one-week assessment of the corporation.
Plus, the bad keynote presentations that seemed like they were made by tenth grade students nowadays. And maybe some tenth grade students may have done a better job than them.
“Well, I was also thinking that we utilize social media nowadays since it can really help with marketing our products,” the presenter drawled in as you resisted the urge to yawn.
Everyone knew that social media was in the hype nowadays and that it was typical to use it for marketing purposes. But, you didn’t get why this corporation seemed so adamant on using old-style marketing.
That was another problem you saw with this corporation. They seemed to be so stuck on using what worked for them in the past. It’s as if they didn’t know what sort of change technology could bring in. They might even have the latest computer software and gadgets in the company, but what use was it when their very core was very traditional?
”-so, like, we have a Facebook page, right? Why don’t we use it to make, like, online raffle draws? And then, we give away big prizes like a car or something!“
Was she insane? The conglomerate was on the verge of collapsing and she has this idea of giving away expensive things that could’ve been used to invest in actual profitable investments?
You could feel an impending headache surfacing as you took a sip from your water bottle, hoping that there would be some sort of miracle that would turn your bottled water to beer. You needed a drink at this point.
"Let’s cut this meeting short. I’m not satisfied with the presentation you’re giving me. Meeting dismissed,” Yoongi’s voice echoed throughout the board room as the presenter gave a nod and slight bow before she left the room. The rest of the marketing department followed suit, leaving you, Yoongi, and his trusty secretary, Jung Hoseok.
You stayed silent, typing on your laptop the observations you’ve made during the marketing department report presentation. You silently fumed, wondering how this company was able to stay afloat, especially with the entrance of start-up companies that created products or services that were several times more innovative than whatever product/service the Min Conglomerate offered. You sighed to yourself, saving the document as you looked up from your laptop and saw the expectant face of Hoseok.
“So, how is it, Miss Consultant? Were you impressed by our Marketing Department?” Hoseok asked, a very cheerful and optimistic look on his face, though you have to say that optimistic was an understatement.
“Didn’t you see her face earlier, Hoseok? She was getting a headache and that was why I called off the presentation as soon as I sensed it,” Yoongi muttered, while Hoseok immediately lowered down his face in embarrassment.
You inwardly hated how Yoongi knew that you were coming down with a headache at that moment, though you knew you benefited from his call to end the meeting at that exact moment. You didn’t really appreciate how he would just end everything about that department when you had yet to see the other departments. Yesterday, you went to the Administrative Department and you had also cringed the whole time during their presentation.
“Once again, I’ll send in the evaluation sheet based from the presentation I was able to witness today,” you scratched your head, wondering if you were just going to see disappointment after disappointment. But, you knew this was a big job that obviously required you, at the very least, a month to work on. One and a half month, if you were lucky. Though, judging from the way thing were fairing, perhaps, two months?
“I’ve gone through the document you sent me yesterday. It was very depressing,” Yoongi frowned, taking out a printed copy of the report you sent him.
It was a document that listed down all the mistakes that the Administrative Department made during the presentation: from the systems that they listed down to the manner on how they presented.
“Ah, yes. Well, those are just some problems I saw based from the presentation they gave. I’m afraid, I’m gonna have to do a more in-depth investigation into that department,” you hinted as he clenched his forehead.
“Ugh,” he groaned, “I should’ve just went on to become some rapper if I knew that this was going to be worst.”
You pursued your lips together, unsure on what to say. You knew, however, that being the filial child he was, he wasn’t going to just let his family fall down the drain. If they were probably in a more stable state, then Yoongi must have definitely pursued his dreams, even if he had to leave his family.
“Come on, Yoongi. Don’t be like that,” Hoseok coaxed him. “We both know that you’re the only one who could’ve handle the mess your older brother did.“
Yoongi said nothing as a retort, probably to avoid talking about what exactly happened.
Yet, you didn’t even need them to inform you about the stupid investments his brother did, based from the annual reports from the past decade that you’ve actually gone through the weekend following your uncle’s birthday party. It was also the very same weekend after you met Yoongi once again, the very same weekend you found out that he was married.
Still, even if the two of you played it off as if you didn’t know each other on your first day in the corporation, his eyes could never hide the shame (or guilt?) he felt when he saw you.
And maybe, you, too. Maybe, you couldn’t hide the disgust and anger you felt towards him.
"You know, I feel like we haven’t exactly had a welcome meal for you, Miss Consultant! We should have lunch together with President Min,” Hoseok invited you, a welcoming look on his face. He must’ve said it to just break the heavy atmosphere in the room, following his comment. However, he didn’t have to know that it was heavy because of something else.
“I assure you that the restaurant we will visit is good. I have good taste in Korean food, after all. You can ask President Min for the restaurants I’ve recommended to him,” he added, pointing to Yoongi, who just nodded at what Hoseok said. “See! Speaking of which, Yoongi, did you go to the restaurant I told you in Jeju?” He turned to Yoongi, who blinked his eyes for a moment.
“Ah, yes,” Yoongi replied, but he was staring at you directly, though it didn’t seem like Hoseok noticed. “I enjoyed the kimchi soup in that restaurant and the seafood tasted great, too.”
He was obviously referring to the rundown Korean restaurant the two of you discovered, while going around Jeju. You turned away from him, deciding to look at the eager secretary who was searching for restaurants on his phone.
“There’s this good restaurant nearby! They serve really goo-”
“Maybe next time, Secretary Jung. I have to meet up with a friend. Excuse me, gentlemen,” you cut Hoseok off before you picked up your laptop and left the conference room, rushing for the elevator.
You immediately went inside the elevator as soon as soon as it opened, but you were caught by a Min Yoongi who followed you as soon as you left. You said nothing as he stepped into the elevator with you. He immediately clicked the button for the floor he was supposed to head to: his office at the top floor.
“Talk to me,” Yoongi coerced you, breaking the silence.
“You left Mr. Jung behind? I thought you were eating lunch with him,” you responded, not wanting to talk about it.
You knew what he wanted to talk about, but you were not going to mull over it. As far as you were concerned, you were over the whole thing. While there was a residue of emotions, but you’ve accepted what happened and you knew that you technically had no fault in the matter.
“Not about that,” he maintained, scratching his head. “Look, I have to explain what’s up-”
“Yoongi, stop this,” you cut him off, refusing to listen to whatever explanation he might have for you. “I’m not going to listen to whatever you have to say to me because I don’t think I can listen to you anymore after what happened,” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Yoongi, you lied to me! You told me that you had no girlfriend at all, you-”
“Technically, I had no girlfriend,” he interjected.
“Which is worse because you were married, for god’s sake! It was adultery,” you whispered the last part, a bit conscious of the security camera in the elevator. The last thing they needed was its top management head having an affair scandal. That kind of scandal would really bring about the conglomerate’s downfall.
You huffed out a heavy breath. ”You omitted to tell me that part and that counts as lying! Yoongi, I don’t think I can ever believe in whatever you’ll say at this point. So, please just leave me alone.“
As if on cue, the elevator reached the floor you wanted to go down on - the floor that held your makeshift office during your stay in the corporation. You walked out of the elevator as you didn’t bother to look back at Min Yoongi. You knew he was probably looking dejected right now, but he was nothing but a cheater who dragged you into this mess, even when you knew nothing about it. You became a third party, a mistress, even when you never wanted it in the first place.
What happened to Min Yoongi that he would even think about cheating in the first place? Didn’t he abhor his father who kept on cheating on his wife with several women? You briefly remembered a thirteen-year-old Yoongi who got into a fist fight with some guys in your year level back in middle school. Apparently, Yoongi punched him all of sudden at the school cafeteria. The teachers ruled it out as teenage angst and him being in his rebellious phase, but you knew Yoongi better than to believe what they said.
"I hate cheaters” was all that he told you when you tried to ask him.
The first guy he punched was a notorious playboy in your year level, who nearly tried to hit on you, if it weren’t for the fact that you were always by Yoongi’s side. Later on, you would find out in an impromptu visit to Yoongi’s house that his father brought another woman into their home, while his mother was away in Paris.
You sighed to yourself, clenching the chopsticks you were holding in the small, quaint restaurant you were in. The restaurant was a small one you found while you were out walking for a restaurant that didn’t seem like a place where posh, rich CEOs wouldn’t dine in. The food was good, but it was small that it was immediately filled with customers as soon as lunch break started.
“Can I sit here?”
You turned up and saw a man holding up a tray of food, motioning to the empty seat across you. You nodded nonchalantly, since you were alone and you were already halfway your food. The man sat across you immediately, making you get a good look on his face. Surprisingly, he actually looked familiar.
It was the guy who sat beside you in the plane.
“Ah, weren’t you the girl in the plane to Jeju?” He asked, pointing to you in surprise.
You nodded, a smile making to your features. “What a coincidence to see you here in Daegu,” you grinned as he chuckled and nodded.
After all, what were the chances that you were going to see your plane seat mate to Jeju all the way here in Daegu? Jeju Island was pretty far from Daegu, though it was directly accessible by plane for an hour or so. Still, you knew that the chances of seeing your plane seat mate to Jeju in a different city was meager.
“Well, I actually live around here. But I took the plane from Seoul to Jeju because I was in Seoul for a few weeks,” he motioned to the city before eating the piece of meat he was holding with his chopsticks. “What about you? What’s holding you up here in Daegu? Are you here to go around?” He queried.
You shook your head. “I’m here for work, but it’s just a short-term project,” you smiled back as he nodded in understanding.
“Boss Jin!” A waitress makes her way to your table, but her attention was focused to the guy opposite you. “I know it’s a busy time here in the restaurant, but my aunt told me that my mom was admitted to the emergency room a while ago. I just wanted to ask if I could leave immediately after an hour or so, since the restaurant’s not really busy anymore at that time,” she sheepishly requested as it dawned to you that the person right in front of you was the actual owner of the restaurant.
And that his name was Jin.
“Look, Nara, your mom was admitted to the emergency room, but what the fuck?” You turned to him with a surprised look on his face.
Boy, this employer was probably a slavedriver. You wondered for a moment if he was even going to make it big, especially when a good employer-employee relationship was crucial in-
“Like, seriously, what the fuck are you still doing in this restaurant?”
You paused for a moment, blinking your eyes, realizing that you were perhaps, wrong.
“Boss, I-”
Jin clicked his tongue twice, resting his arms across his chest. “I know it’s going to be busy here, but I can manage it here. Well, probably, but that’s not the point,” he paused for a greater effect, “your mom’s the only mother you’ll ever have, well, aside from your in-laws, but come on, child, we both know you’re working shifts here so that you can help your mom with the expenses at home. So, go now! Scram! Go to your mom now and don’t worry, you’re still going to have your job once you think it’s okay to come back here.”
Nara nodded before she took off her apron. “Thank you so much, boss!” she smiled, a bit teary-eyed before she made her way to the kitchen. Jin smiled and resumed to eating, turning to you as if nothing just happened.
“So, what’s your short-term project about? How long are you going to stay in Daegu?” He quipped before popping rice into his mouth with his chopsticks.
You simply looked at him, quite astonished of how he was such a nice boss, especially with how the place seemed like it was going to be busy in a little while, since lunch time wasn’t even over. “Well, it’s some sort of-”
“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cut you off here for now. There’s only one person in the cashier and a group of office workers just came in and I gotta go Diner Dash now,” he smiled sheepishly with an apologetic look on his face. The group was probably composed of ten people, immediately heading to a table that was just cleared. And you knew that they obviously needed help.
You shook your head, understanding his situation, “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about me.”
He stood up from his seat as he immediately wore the apron that the waitress just left on the table, heading towards the new group of customers with a smile on his face. You observed the way he talked to the customers — patient, hospitable, and warm. He also seemed like he knew the customers, judging from the way that he even gave small jokes as he took their orders. They must be old customers, given that they didn’t even have to look at the menu to order food. It also didn’t take long for the food to get served to their tables by Jin. The food was good, the service was great, the restaurant wasn’t stuffy, the ambiance was good. So, it wasn’t a mystery to wonder why their customers kept on returning to this restaurant. In fact, you might even see yourself becoming a regular in this restaurant.
It must’ve taken an hour for Jin to get back to your table, a surprised look on his face as he took the seat across you. “You’re still here?” He asked as he resumed eating the food he had left earlier.
You nodded, but you had a question bugging you from the back of your head. “Have you ever thought of expanding this restaurant?” You asked, looking at the restaurant that was still filled with customers, though the number of those who were coming in could already be managed by just one person.
Jin paused for a moment, laughing to himself as he looked at his restaurant with an endearing look on his face, before he turned back to you with a raised eyebrow, “I don’t know. I guess, it’s because this restaurant is a mere hobby for me,” he smiled before he proceeded on eating the remaining contents of his bowl.
You simply nodded, but you were a bit bewildered. For sure, he could’ve increased his profits more, given the demand for the food this restaurant produced, but the prices were pretty affordable, despite the taste of the food being delectable, even for foodies.
“I mean, sometimes, not everything in life is about profits, you know. Sometimes, we want to do something just because we want to. And well, cooking has always been something I’ve always been passionate about, so it made sense that I would pursue a restaurant business,” he added, scratching his head at the last part.
“So, you’re a restaurant owner, who’s also passionate for books?” You surmised, remembering your first meeting in the plane.
He nodded, but he tilted his head a bit, “Well, not just books. I’m a passionate person for a lot of things. You’ll be surprised,” he grinned.
You slowly nodded at his response as you stood up from your seat, realizing that you may have overstayed. “I should be going now. Your other customers might need tables and I didn’t move up earlier because nobody would’ve watched over your food,” you joked as he laughed, knowing that you didn’t have to. He could’ve always cleared the table for other customers and placed his food in the kitchen.
“Nonsense!” He shook his head, grabbing your wrist with a smile on his face. “Well, unless, of course, you have work today?”
It was your turn to shake your head.
“Well then, since I owe you a favor for watching over my food. Why don’t I bring you to my favorite places in Daegu?” He offered.
You checked the time on your phone and realized that you probably didn’t need to go back to office anymore. While you wanted to do a great job in fixing up Yoongi’s conglomerate (because it was your job, duh), it didn’t mean that you had to be in the office the whole time. You gave a thumbs up to Jin’s offer, making him pump his fist into the air, as if it were some sort of victory for him. You laughed at his antics as he went to leave some instructions to the person left in-charge before the two of you started to walk to his car.
“Well then, this is my car. It’s a bit small and old, but I trust you that we won’t break down in the middle of a highway,” he promise you as he opened his old Elantra.
“What are you saying, Jin? It’s okay. You don’t even have to do this,” you grinned to yourself as you went inside the car and placed on the seatbelt.
“Of course, I do!” He insisted in a tone that it even seemed that he was insulted. “You protected my food from the evil flies of doom and also the germs that would’ve contaminated if it weren’t for you, oh mighty one!”
You laughed at his words before he turned on the engine of his car, driving to a familiar direction you’ve always known since you were a child. You felt a bit excited, realizing that Jin was taking you to that lake that you’ve always gone to whenever you wanted to vent out your emotions, hang out with friends, or just walk around when you feel like everything was just in slow motion.
But then, you realized that it wasn’t this big before.
“This is Suseong Lake. It’s a well-known tourist spot here, and well, I feel like you’d be the type who would enjoy it here,” Jin pointed to the big stone that was supposed to signify that you were already nearby the lake.
“What do you mean by ‘I seem to be the type who would enjoy it here’? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You quizzed, raising an eyebrow.
Jin chuckled, “It’s a good thing. This place is actually my favorite place here in Daegu.”
“And what does that exactly imply?” You decided to push the question.
“Don’t you like it when people like the same thing that you do?” He asked in return.
“Well, some people get possessive over the things that they like.”
He clicked his tongue twice. “I’m not one of them. Besides, see! You gained a friend in Daegu because we liked the same book! I mean, what are the chances, of course? But, shouldn’t be a good thing?” He exclaimed.
“So, we’re friends now?” You decided to tease him as he was obviously flabbergasted, judging by the look on his face. You laughed at his reaction as you saw him roll his eyes. “Okay, so, fine, yes, we’re friends,” you relented, after seeing the pout that was starting to appear on his face.
He was still pouting, however. “That sounds so forced.”
“We are friends, okay? I mean, I trusted you when I got inside that car, not knowing if I was going to end up chopped up, but I took that leap of faith,” you tried to persuade him as he still shook his head, not giving in to what you were saying. You sighed, “okay, what would make you believe me?”
“Meet me once in a while here, let’s say twice a week?”
You could only stare at him, shocked by the condition he gave you. You could see him trying to act as if he was angry, but you could only laugh at how petty he was being. You couldn’t believe that this guy was probably around your age. You were tempted to snort, but you knew better than to make him increase his condition of meeting in this lake to thrice a week.
“Do I look like I have a choice?” You couldn’t help yourself from saying that, at least.
He shook his head in response, the fake pout still present on his face. All it ever did, though, was to emphasize his lips that were already pouty by default. You tried to stifle your laughter at the thought that if he was going to pout a lot more, then he was probably going to end up making the infamous duck face.
“What can I say? I must be very convincing,” he winked as you cleared your throat, finally recovering from the silly idea of Jin making a duck face.
“More like forceful.” This time, it was your time to click your tongue twice. “I can’t believe that this is how you force friendships on people. You make them feel like they owe you and then you make them feel guilty.” His jaw literally drops as he tries to find the words to retort to you, but you continued before he could even say a thing in his defense.
“Poor me, forced to stay here in Daegu for a while, but the first friend I ever get here in Daegu is someone who conned me into a friendship. The next thing I’ll know, I’m conned into a pyramid scheme for jade mats,” you gave a sigh at the last part for an effect.
“Hey!” He tried to defend himself. “I’m not that kind of person!”
You decided to walk away from him as he tried to keep up with you, still trying to find the words to retort back to him.
“I don’t con people. I’m 100% clean, okay?” He continued, but you shook your head, seemingly unconvinced by what he was saying, though you were really just playing with him.
He had to get his own medicine, too, once in a while.
“I don’t know, Jin. I mean, I don’t even know your complete name. Such a poor girl I am. It’s my first time in Daegu and I get conned by some guy,” you gave another sigh as you didn’t even bother to stop walking. He tried to match up to your pace once again as he scratched his head.
“Look, if you want to know my complete name, well, it’s Kim-”
“Omo, is this the young girl who used to bother me for my sweet potatoes?”
You turned around and saw an elderly woman, whom you knew was one of your neighbors when your family was still staying in Daegu. You grinned in recognition as you went near her and gave her a hug.
“Mrs. Ko! It’s great to see you again!” You burst out as she returned the hug that you gave her.
“I can’t believe that you’re a grown up now! You looked exactly like your mother when she was your age, which is pretty weird because you always looked like your father when you were young!” She exclaimed as you chuckled, a blush making its way on your cheeks as you murmured a small ‘thanks’.
The two of you continued to talk, catching up, especially since you haven’t seen each other for a decade or so. She was a neighbor of your family, who used to sell sweet potatoes in the nearby park in your neighborhood. However, since you were always on a tight budgeted allowance, you would bug her to give you a discount, to which she would spoil you with free sweet potatoes. In return, you would help her close her stall at the end of the day since it was the least thing you could do for the woman who gave you your favorite snacks for free.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to part ways, however, since she still had to meet with her son who was in town. Said son was already living in Seoul with a family of his own. You bade her good-bye as you took note that you were going to have to give her contact details to your parents, especially since you knew that your parents missed the old woman.
“So, your ‘first time in Daegu’, huh?”
You turned around and saw Jin with an amused look on his face. You blushed for a moment, caught in the act since you knew that you unintentionally withheld that information from him. “Well, it’s my first time in Daegu in a decade,” you grinned as he shook his head in disbelief. “But, hey, you were the one who was conning me to meet with you here twice a week by guilt-tripping me,” you reminded him.
He sighed. “Okay, fine, we’re fair now.”
“Nope,” you shook your head as he raised an eyebrow, “I have a job, remember? Make that once a week.”
“…”
“Jin!” You whined.
“Fine,” he relented, turning to you. “Earlier, I did that just because I didn’t want you to get cooped up with too much work and it would be such a shame if you couldn’t see the beauty of Daegu,” he explained, scratching his head as he motioned you to the view of the trees across the lake. “Even if I go here a couple of times in a week, I still get astonished by its beauty, you know,” he admitted, looking at the lake and its surrounding trees.
You smiled, joining him by his side. “Tell me about it. This place still surprises me, even when I was still in middle school,” you reminisced as you remembered how the lake wasn’t exactly formed like this back when you were younger. There were less trees, the surroundings weren’t this developed just yet, there were a fewer number of duck paddles, you chuckled.
“So, what were you like back in middle school?” He asked, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
You frowned as you remembered the person whom you’ve always wanted to ride a duck paddle with, but you just could never ride one, because there was always none available whenever you visited with him.
“There’s always a next time, you know,” Yoongi would tell you every single time.
But, it never happened.
“Are you okay?” Jin asked, interrupting you from your thoughts.
You nodded as the two of you continued to walk until you reached a familiar location in the park, a smile making its way to your face. “I can’t believe that they still have these here,” you mused as you looked at each lock hung on the safety lines. “How many locks are here, I wonder? Wouldn’t the safety lines give way if there’s too much?” You asked as he tried to rack up his brain, scrunching his eyebrows.
“I think they take off the locks once there’s too many. I think they’ve done it a couple of times already, if i’m not wrong,” he spilled.
You turned to him with a frown, “but it’s such a waste, though?”
“Well, it’s a waste, but it’s still a safety line and it has to do its job,” he seemed like he was trying to convince himself, but you also understood what he was getting at. There was a necessity for the locks to be removed. A phone rang into the air as Jin excused himself for a moment, walking away to answer the phone. You nodded back, understanding that it was urgent.
You brought yourself to look once again at the locks placed on the safety line as the memories of your youth came back running to you yet again. Maybe because you, yourself, had also placed one here with Yoongi years back.
It was during your last visit in the lake when he handed you a lock of your favorite color with the words ‘this idiot x that idiot’ labeled on them. You remembered hitting him lightly on the shoulder when you read those exact words on the lock, expecting that he might’ve written more eloquent words since he was always the more eloquent one between the two of you. But, you knew in the back of your head that he didn’t want you to cry during your last time together.
Suddenly, you wished that your first love was preserved back to the way it was more than a decade ago. But, it was useless because you’ve already met him as he was now and you’ve realized the difference between the Yoongi from the present and the Yoongi you once knew. The Yoongi at that time wouldn’t have cheated on his wife. The Yoongi at that time would’ve come clean about marrying someone else when the two of you first met. The Yoongi at that time would’ve probably introduced you to his wife, without any feeling of guilt. You sighed, wondering if there was any use to reminiscing a few things, though you seemed to remember something.
At that time when you both placed the lock on the safety line so many years ago, the two of you decided to count the number of steps you would make from a certain plank to where the two of you placed the lock. The fifteen-year-old Yoongi said that it was so that he wouldn’t forget where he placed it and that the two of you could go back and look at it when you came back for good. The fifteen-year-old you reluctantly agreed to him.
You smiled to yourself, wondering if you could still remember the sequence, even if it was something that happened so many years ago. You immediately walked to the plank that you remembered was the mark that the two of you made as you started to walk towards the safety line.
Two steps forward
Three steps to the right.
Three steps diagonally to the right.
And yet, what you saw in front of you made you weak in the knees because there was a lock of the same color with the exact same words that he wrote more than a decade ago. You swallowed the growing lump on your throat as you remembered that the locks were regularly taken out to avoid overcrowding and for the safety lines to actually do their jobs.
But, there was a lock with the words he wrote more than a decade ago. You didn’t have to think twice to realize that he would return here to place a replica of the lock that the two of you placed more than a decade ago, especially since the color of the lock was not yet that faded.
“I’ve always loved you, even if we never saw each other for more than a decade.”
You remembered Yoongi’s words on the note that he left the morning after.
What if it was true? What if he always did love you all this time?
But, it still didn’t change the fact that he was married. It still didn’t change the fact that he cheated on his wife. It didn’t change the fact that he was an adulterer, a cheater. If he did love you, why would he marry someone else then?
Those thoughts went through your mind during the entire ride going back to the restaurant. Jin had to go back because there was an emergency since a group of thirty people came in and, obviously, he had to help out his employees there, with one of the waitresses away. You simply nodded, telling him that you could just walk to your apartment from the restaurant since it was nearby.
Fortunately, there was hardly any conversation between you and Jin in the car since he was frequently flocked with different calls, that it made you wonder why he was so busy when he was just an owner of a small restaurant. You decided not to pry, though, especially since you wouldn’t know what to respond if he would ask you about the job you were doing in Daegu.
“Thank you so much, Jin,” you tried to smile as he nodded, but he suddenly decided to ruffle your hair. “Hey!” You complained as you tried to shake off his hands away from your hair, walking away from him. Pouting, you turned back to him, only to see a sad smile on his face.
“I hope you’ll feel better soon,” he said sincerely.
Was it obvious that something was bothering you the whole time?
“It’s weird because it’s still our second time meeting each other, but I guess it’s pretty natural to wish others well,” he laughed as you nodded, unsure on what to tell him. He waved good-bye to you as he went inside his restaurant. You started to walk towards your apartment, but you decided to take a small detour, going to the old park you’ve frequented when you were younger.
It was the same park where Mrs. Ko would sell her sweet potatoes, the same park where you grew up with your siblings, the same park you would pass by, at least, twice a day when you were on the way to school and when you were about to go home, and the very same park where you told Yoongi that your family was going to leave Daegu.
“We’re going to transfer cities,” you told him, while the two of you were sitting on the two swings, watching the sunset. It was already eight in the evening, but you told your parents that you had to drop the bomb to Yoongi.
“It’s reachable by train, right?” He asked in a matter of fact tone.
“Reachable by planes,” you corrected him.
“Ah, I see.”
The two of you strangely became quiet, unsure on what else to say. At the same time, you were afraid of looking at his direction, because you knew that the tears that you tried to hold in since the day your parents told you about your father’s transfer, would fall right there and then. Because even if you knew that your parents had a legitimate reason tor transferring to another country, you didn’t know how you were going to say good-bye to Yoongi.
“I’ll go home now. It’s getting late,” you told him as you immediately stood up from the swing, running to the direction of your house, not bothering to wait for his response. You were honestly scared. You didn’t want to hear what he was going to tell you.
Because you were always a coward.
You always had been one.
You paused on your tracks as you finally arrived to your apartment. But, what surprised you was the presence of a drunk Yoongi, who was sitting right outside of your door, obviously waiting for you. He probably passed out while waiting, since he didn’t get up when you went outside the elevator.
“Sweetie, Yoongi’s here,” your mother knocked on your door as you stopped on writing the report that was still due the following week, but because you wanted to divert your attention to something else, you decided to finish that report.
“Tell him that I’m asleep or something,” you replied to your mother. However, she didn’t respond. “Mom, just tell him that- oh,” you turned around, surprised to see Yoongi by your door. It was weird that your parents would let him up at such a time, but they probably figured out what was happening because you barely even touched the food on your plate during supper.
“I didn’t know what to say,” he admitted.
“You could always try some sarcastic snort or something like you always do,” you responded, looking down. He walked closer to you until he was standing right in front of you. It seemed so weird because you knew that you were always taller than him, but now, he was around your height already. You didn’t even realize this difference when you were close to him, what more when you were away from him?
You heard him swallow the growing lump on his throat. “I don’t have the words to say. I can’t say that I would follow you because we both know that my parents would throw a fit, but I also can’t ask you to stay behind because that would be too selfish of me,” he explained.
You could only nod because you knew that what he said was true. But, somehow, you wanted him to still say those words, even when the two of you knew it was impossible and unreasonable. The tears that you’ve always tried to hold back finally fell down your cheeks as you felt him pull you into a tight embrace, your cries becoming more prominent as he simply patted you on your back.
“I’ll write a letter to you everyday. I’ll make sure you’ll never feel like we’ve been separated,” he promised, hugging you tighter, since the two of you both knew that the day you were going to leave was just hanging around your shoulders, haunting the two of you every single moment.
Yoongi woke up to the sound of your door opening after you placed the right code, but you didn’t mind him, preferring to just go inside your apartment since you didn’t want to deal with him. A part of you wondered if you should call the security guards for letting him inside when he wasn’t even supposed to be here. You sighed to yourself as you quickly opened a can of beer from your fridge. You took a quick gulp, but you only choked when you heard the door to your apartment open.
How did he know the password to your door?
You placed down your beer, quickly walking towards your entrance, as you saw him, barely standing and holding on to the wall for support. He was staring at you, a somber expression on his face, “Are you going to say that you’re asleep now?” He asked, reminding you of the same thing you did before.
You frowned as you folded your arms across your chest. “What do you want, CEO Min? It’s already past five,” you sneered.
You saw his fists on a tight grip as he clenched his eyes, frustration seeping through his entire self. “I need to tell you something,” he begged.
You closed your eyes, finding the will inside of you to not burst out in anger towards him. Even after everything, you still needed to maintain a professional relationship with him. “I’m pretty sure that what you’re supposed to tell me now could be said tomorrow in your office,” you commented as you motioned for him to leave.
“Are you sure you want Jung Hoseok to hear that it was always you and there was nobody else?” He challenged you as you gripped your arms, trying to be patient. “I’ve always loved you. I never stopped, not for a single moment. If you only knew how much it hurt me on that afternoon that you told me you were leaving, if you only knew how hard it was for me to breathe when the person I could always breathe around was leaving me for an indefinite period,” he looked at you, his voice hoarse from drinking too much, but his eyes never wavering away from looking at yours directly.
“If you only knew how hard it was for me to continue living when the person who could only make my heart beat was leaving me.”
“Then, why did you stop writing me letters? Why did you stop communicating with me? Why did you stop?”
You couldn’t bear staying silent anymore as you felt your tears stream down your cheeks. Why was he always able to break down your walls and make you cry?
“Why did you have to be married? Why couldn’t you wait for me? Why do you have to keep on replacing that stupid lock in Suseong Lake? Why do you have to be this way, Yoongi? Why do you have to be a fucking paradox?”
He gave an obnoxious chuckle, “So, you’ve been there?”
You frowned, holding your left temple. “That’s not the point, Yoongi. But, the thing is that you’re married. You married someone else, while I was away. You’re bound to someone for life and I don’t plan to be the third party in such a sacred relationship,” you stood on your ground as you took a swig from the can you placed down, feeling the sudden need for more alcohol.
Yoongi, however, snorted. “If it were even a sacred relationship. It can’t be described sacred, and you can’t even call it a relationship,” he muttered, looking away from you, scratching his head. “You know what? Screw it, I’m gonna tell you this. My wife and I, she and I made a deal before we got married. We were going to divorce after two years, just so that I can grant her the freedom she always wanted from her family,” he admitted as you choked on your beer, making you cough lightly. You turned back to him, wondering if what he said was a joke.
But, the serious look he had on his face made you realize it wasn’t a joke.
“Their company was in trouble, mine was, too. And so, we had that merger to help both companies since it would eliminate a direct competitor. At the same time, her father wanted assurance that my company wouldn’t just swallow their company without their family having some hold in it, thus, the marriage,” he explained, scratching his head. “But, my wife and I made a deal that we would get divorced after two years, irreconcilable differences. We just have to appear as husband and wife outside, but we barely talk to each other at home. She’s actually always away, I don’t even know where she goes, to be honest,” he added, a hesitating look on his face as you coerced him to say what he was hesitant about.
He took a deep breath before turning to you, an unreadable expression on his face. “To be honest, I’ve never even touched her or had sex with her, if that is what you must know,” he concluded as you blinked your eyes, quite surprised with what he admitted.
To be honest, a part of you wanted to believe what he said. Everything that he said actually fit into the whole narrative. A CEO of a conglomerate suddenly marries a woman from the family who owned the corporation that was recently merged with one of the corporations under his conglomerate. They decide to divorce after two years since the woman always wanted her freedom.
“So, how long?”
“Huh?”
“How long do you have until you’ll divorce her? How long must I wait, Yoongi?” You asked him. A part of you feels crazy for even considering to wait for him, but that was what love did to you.
It made you crazy, stupid, and reckless. But, you know it was always worth it all for him.
“Less than a year to go,” he mentally calculated as he scratched his head. “That time in Jeju when we met, that was supposedly our anniversary holiday, but I never even saw her the whole time there until the last day since our parents flew in to Jeju.”
You slowly nodded, his excuse making sense for what you saw in Jeju. He was always with you the whole day for two straight days, except on the Saturday you saw him with his wife. If his wife even cared, he would’ve gotten calls from her, but strangely, there was none.
“But, you don’t have to wait, you know,” he said, walking nearer to you as you turned to him, a surprised look on your face. He caressed your face, his face inching closer to yours. “You could always have me. I’ve always been yours. I’m all yours to take.”
You didn’t know who made the first move, but the next thing you knew, your lips were moving against his, savoring the taste of each other’s kisses as if it were the first time all over again. You felt your tears stream down your cheek, a feeling of bittersweetness coming as each second passed. Maybe, it was the fact that you knew everything about his situation now and it made it all the more sweeter and bitter, at the same time.
You slowly took off his coat and his dress suit, his lips never leaving yours. It seemed as if he was afraid that if his lips left yours, you would disappear forever. You could feel the grip he had on your waist, feeling the desperation he must have always felt since you left him at the age of 15, and the feat of forever losing you when you thought that he had betrayed you.
You should’ve always known that the world was not black and white, there was always certain things that fell on the gray side, and he was one of them.
The two of you moved to your bedroom as you slipped out of your blue dress, revealing the black lingerie that you were wearing underneath. It wasn’t on purpose, but the smirk he had on his face as he stared at you made you feel that you didn’t make a mistake. “You are definitely going to be the death of me,” he murmured in between his kisses, his lips slowly making its way down your neck.
You felt him lower you down on the bed, his figure towering over yours as he continued to smother you with kisses, making you smile from the feeling that he was closer than ever to you. Your bodies continued to move against each other, him slipping off his remaining clothes and you, taking off your lingerie, while he continued looking at you as if you were divinely beautiful. You could only blush at the way he was staring at you, but he immediately lunged into you, sucking on your nipples that only seemed to heighten the euphoria you were feeling at the moment. But, you knew that you only felt this high because you were with the man you love.
If only this could happen for the rest of your days.
“I love you so much. It’s always been you. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving you since we were young,” he confessed to you, feeling him steady himself right outside your entrance. You gave a nod, motioning for him to thrust inside you as you mewled from the pleasure of him filling you up until he was fully-inside you. You felt the need to adjust to his side again as he waited for you patiently, just like he did the last time. You gave him a nod as a signal for him to start moving.
“Yoongi!” You panted as he started moving against you, his length stretching your insides with every thrust that he made against you, his lips finding yours again to engulf and kiss deeply, hoping that you would feel his true, unwavering feelings for you. You were the only one he wanted to be with since he was fifteen and maybe, even before he knew what love was.
That was why you were the only woman he ever made love to.
“Yoongi, I’m close!” You cried, your climax approaching you as you felt yourself feeling higher, the euphoria from the way he continued to move harder against you, his fingers finding their way to your clit, rubbing it until you saw a blinding light, your climax finally washing through your whole body. You continued to moan as he continued to thrust through your high. It did’t take a while when you felt his thrusts becoming more sloppier and faster, before he finished inside you, his cum slightly oozing down your thighs. He rested his forehead against yours, panting after what just took place.
You turned to him, an endearing look on your face as you finally made your decision.
“I love you, too, Yoongi.”
Mind over matters of the heart.
That was a principle that you’ve always stuck through ever since, but at this point, you knew that both your mind and heart only screamed for him, even when you knew it was wrong. This time you were probably going to let your heart win over your mind just this one time for him.
Title: Jasmine tea and kisses
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Wonho/Hoseok
Genre/Warning: Soft smut
Summary/Request: Some soft Hoseok smut for @wonheonie
A/N: my lovely Jaz who advises and loves and makes her us all smile! She works too hard and needs some love returned, so this is dedicated to you <3
Word Count: 2455
Opening the door to your home felt like a much heavier task than it should have. You felt how tight your body was wound up, how your bones creaked from the invisible weight placed upon you, how your muscles were sore and on the verge of allowing you to collapse, yet wouldn’t allow you any feeling of relaxation. You were tired to the point you could feel the sag beneath your eyes, tiredness your new skin and even as you removed the shoes that you were in all day, on your feet non stop you still couldn’t relieve the tension. You sluggishly reached your hand up to place your coat on the hook next and then made you way, without much energy in your walk, toward the bathroom.
You released a heavy sigh already listing the things that you needed to do around the house. Even if you had clocked out for the day at the office, doesn’t mean work had actually finished. Clothes had to be washed, dishes to be done, hoovering and wiping down the surfaces, preparing dinner, the list went on and on as you made your way to the kitchen with a noise of distress.
In between putting the washing to dry, preparing the veg that will be used for dinner amongst the rest of your tasks you barely register the sweet call of “love, I’m home.” an hour or so later. It wasn’t till the featherlight touch of thick lips pressed to the back of your neck and firm arms weaved its way around you like a vine that you realised he had come home. The way your body seemed to break away from the cemented state of wound up muscles, knot filled back as you relaxed against his chest was sign that only now were you truly home.
Your hands felt desperate to Hoseok when you were quick to latch onto his palm tightly, releasing a heavy sigh and letting your head fall back. Hoseok lowered his face till he rested in the crook made for him and pecked your skin lightly before asking softly, in a knowing voice. “Long day baby?” You loosened your hold so you could turn in his arms, his own hands melding into your skin, warming and comforting as leant your head against his chest and shut your eyes to take in the steady beat of his heart. “You have no idea…” You mumbled, feeling his fingers press to your tensed lower back. “Baby, go to bed, I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
You paused against him, thinking over the suggestion, how tempting it sounded before concluding that you could not simple just go to be with so much to do. “That’s okay baby, but I have so mu-” Hoseok lowered his head, quickly planting a sweet peck against your lips and pulled back with a cheeky smile. “You really need to learn how to relax. Come on.” He was so easy to get caught up in, his smile was big and warm and just drew you in like a moth to a flame, likewise his eyes that stared at you as if you were his whole world, as if you were the only thing he could see trapped you too him as he began to walk backward with that cheeky smile held on his face.
He led you to the bottom steps, removing your arms gently from around him and encouraged you up the steps after turning you around, fingers never letting go and steps never far behind yours. Your bedroom was welcoming; familiar items that spoke of both your personalities, photos of soft kisses on days out, sweater on the edge of the bed that you stole from Hoseok to wear during particularly cold nights when he wasn’t around, his aftershave lingering amongst your perfume in the air, a room that was a perfect combination of little things that were the both of you.
The bed was even more welcoming when he directed you to it. He didn’t allow you a moment to disagree, already pushing you to lay on the bed. He shuffled on the edge, his body against yours, heat passing through each other making you feel toasty and drowsy. “You’re overworking yourself again baby,” He admonished, voice soft and low as he pushed your hair back gently with his fingers. He sighed, fingers tracing the creased and dark skin beneath your eyes for a moment before leaning forward and laying gentle pecks beneath each of your eyes and then over your lids that fluttered to a close with him so near and soothing you with his presence everywhere.
His fingers trailed down your cheeks and then he sat up, taking you by your forearm. Hoseok pressed his fingers to the ball of your shoulder and motioned them in circles that made you sigh in relief. He went down gradually, fingers applying pressure into the plump flesh of your arm, his fingers rolling out the aches you felt as he lowered to your wrist, and then to massage your fingers right up to your nail beds.
You moaned softly, the sensation pushing out the tension that locked up your body. Hoseok reached over to repeat his gentle movements on your other arm before scooting a little lower down the bed. His fingers found the tops of your bottoms, slipping into the waistband he began to pull down allowing your legs to breathe. He let it drop to the floor and shifted onto the bed, going between your knees as he allowed both his hands to circle the expanse of your upper thigh, starting high up and squeezing down, lower and lower to your ankle where he massaged even your achilles heel. No part was left untouched, the balls of your feet, the arch and up. Hoseok looked down at your tired body, feeling his heart clench as he even felt the strain on your body as he massaged you. He leant forward and over your lips, letting his stroke against yours softly before whispering against you, “Can I make love to you baby? Can I worship you?” Your tired eyes lifted slowly, staring into his and feeling your heart suddenly violently thud seeing the look he gave you; concern, love, want and something much more powerful swirled in the pools of his brown eyes as you barely noticeably moved your head in a tiny nod.
The feel of Hoseok’s chest against yours, of his hips barely resting on you when he allowed himself to sink lower for his lips to capture yours has your heart beating harder and when he tilts his head in an angle that allows his lips more of you, a soft moan is pushing out of your painfully tight chest. I love you is on the tip of both of your tongues, the words being spelt out against each others lips in soft and slow movements that turn more passionate as you breathe in each other. His fingers trail down your neck and down your side to slip under your back. His hands mould with your skin, your back arching up into him allowing him to rub you. When he pulls back from your lips it’s to stare down at you in wonder almost before he’s soft smiling, lips pulled back to show teeth. “You’re lips feel right against mine,” He tells you, placing the lightest of kisses at the corner of your mouth, “I’m so thankful to be blessed with someone as hardworking as you,” He continues, lips pressing to the underside of your chin, “Someone who is so giving,” lips lower along your neck, “Someone who gives their all with nothing in return,” he finds your collarbones, tongue licking out to taste your skin, then lowering his lips as he unbuttons your shirt, “Someone who quietly suffers, but goes on,” your shirt is spread open and his mouth is leaving bruises sticky from his lips over your chest, his hands trailing over your stomach and down to your inner thighs, rounding to grasp one to his hip, “Someone selfless, not caring for their own pain if it means they can help someone else, even if it’s something little,” His thumb is rubbing slowly on your thigh and his words are choking you, making tears prick at your eyes as you become overwhelmed, “Someone who listens, someone who loves wholeheartedly, someone who can make you feel at home, who can make you smile, who makes you feel like your world would end without them… that’s you to me.” The tears pool and then overflow to stream down the corners of your eyes as you stare up and him and all his sincerity. “Let me take care of you a little baby, it won’t be anything compared to what you do for me, for us, but… Let me start here for you.” Free hand coming up to wipe away your tears. You make a small noise at the back of your throat, unable to speak and Hoseok leans up to kiss you again, slow and with his tongue dipping into your mouth before pulling back, shuffling onto his stomach so he lays between your legs.
His fingers hook into the band of your underwear, hips rising off the bed to allow his to pull them off. You’ve never felt more gentle, or as if you were delicate than when Hoseok handle’s your body, hands gentle in their motion when he pushes your spread legs up higher and allows them to rest on his broad shoulders. You’re exposed, vulnerable for him and in no way does this phase you, your mind, body and soul at complete comfort with Hoseok. He never let you feel uncomfortable or unsafe and so when his lips found your folds and allowed his tongue to stroke along them, you felt nothing but content, a sigh slipping past your lips. His tongue ran from the bottom up, courses of pleasure shooting through you with each nudge against your clit.
The strokes of his tongue caught your growing wetness, his face pressing more to you, nose nudging your clit when he found your hole and pushed inside with a desperate whimper, your hands shooting to the silk strands of hair that caught between your tight grip, hips gyrating against his face as the slow push and pulls of his tongue set you alight. You urged him to use his tongue faster, the room a musical of your moans and wet strokes, Hoseok pushing his own hips into the sheets as he became hard eating you. He hungrily groaned, turning his head to your inner thighs to leave sweet bites and licks that painted you prettily before he was sticking his tongue out to flick at your clit till you felt a pulsing sensation. His finger slid easily inside as his mouth closed around you, the pressure of his mouth making you moan louder, his finger slow, taking its time to stroke your walls to life. He added another, a burning coursing through you quicker as he remained locked to your clit. Your thighs squeezed around his head, hips stuttering against his mouth as you quickly drew to the edge, just needed a little push, and when he removed his fingers in place of his mouth and the pads of his fingers pressed down to your clit, his jaw tensing as his urged his tongue to bury deeply, quickly into you, you fell over the edge, from your toes, to your head blood rushed in an overwhelming wave, a lone long scream leaving your lips when finally you came undone.
You were on his tongue, more so as he never relented with his licks, swirling inside of you till you were twitching and overwhelmed. He left a lingering, sweet peck to your clit and then pushed up, crawling over you, to your dazed and flushed face to kiss you again, lightly biting your lower lip and letting his tongue play against your lips before slipping in and circling yours. “Go on your side for me please baby.”
You rolled over, facing the wall and waited, feeling Hoseok sidle up to you. He’d removed his close, bare skin even hotter against yours and then he hand was lifting your thigh, manoeuvring to line himself up to you and when the head brushed and pushed in you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as Hoseok took controlling breathes, pushing in more till he was engulfed by your heat. He settled more behind you, sliding his arm under you and holding you close to his chest just as he dragged his hips back and began his slow thrusts. Your nails clawed at his arm, whines and desperate moans being pushed out of you with each of his languid strokes. You felt every part of him, his heart drumming wildly in his firm chest pressed to you, his thigh over yours as he pushed and pulled back his hips, his cock slow to fill you, slow to stretch you.
You’re acutely aware of everything, of the inches of his cock that fill you, the grooves that brush your walls with each slow stroke and Hoseok is panting in your ear, ‘Oh God’s’ leaving his mouth, ‘I love you’s’ being whispered against your neck as he speeds up and the sound of him slapping against your skin blends with the chorus of moans that leave the both of you and then he’s holding you tight, hips pressing hard, cock deeper as he releasing one long sweet melodic groan, his orgasm a mess inside of you, warm and thick and soon mixing with yours as his fingers quickly lower to your clit and rub till you're nearly rolling away from him, moans muffled in your mess of hair, against his arm, a final chorus of screams as you shudder and jerk around him.
Moments pass in blissful silence, heavy pants and his hands stroking your hair in comfort, still holding you close. He kisses the back of your head and instructs, “Stay awake for a moment.”
He leaves for your not sure how long as you try to gather yourself and fight the sleep that is more than ready to take over till the aroma of something sweet and soothing hits your nostrils. “Sit up a bit love.” He requests quietly, watching your tired muscles move slowly into a sitting position. He hands you a saucer with a small cup of tea atop of it and you’re grateful as you inhale deeply, the scent of jasmine washing over you and settling amongst the scents in your room, another thing that will remind you of what home means for you and your love Hoseok.
Title: Needle and thread
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: I.M/Changkyun
Genre/Warning: Kinktober,angstish?, smut, dom!changkyun, belt!
Summary/Request: Day 23 corset and against the wall
A/N: Gif credit to FY!Wonkyun Lord does he look like sin. I didn’t mention the corset much, but oh well?? Also, the boys call Changkyun ‘im’ as in his surname, not as in i.m :)
Word Count: 4231
Changkyun fiddled with his tie, tightening it as he stared at himself in the mirror. Suit’s weren’t really his forte; spending most of his time holed up in his box apartment usually meant loose sweatpants and sometimes a shirt depending on how hot it was, yet there he stood, velvet detailed blazer, open white shirt, fitted dress pants, shiny shoes, he was different from head to toe, even his brown hair parted neatly.
“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, grabbing his phone and house keys before making his way out of his suite toward the company car waiting to take him to the venue.
It was the annual meeting for all the bosses to discuss the profit made, what assets to keep, get rid of, boring details smoothed over drinks and usually women. The sky was dark, stars blocked out by dark clouds, the only light shining on Changkyuns face coming from the overhead lights streaming through his windows.
“Who chose Paris?” Changkyun drawled, shutting his eyes and resting his head back against the seat.
“That would be Mr Yoo, sir. The word is that he’s managed to gain assets here.” Changkyun’s eyes shot open, a frown taking on his features. “He’s branching out to Europe? Hm, that’s interesting. God, he’s gonna gloat about that tonight.”
“I’d be willing to bet on it sir.” The driver said with a laugh.
***
The interior was an unexpected sight, considering the outside resembled ruins of an old aged castle. The walls were a deep royal purple, lights nailed to the wall and casting calming glows. The flooring was lined with a thick carpet at the entrance, stairs leading down to italian leather seats placed accordingly in their own sections, giving guests a view of the stage of what was apparently a jazz club.
“Your party is upstairs on the balcony sir.” Changkyun nodded and walked past the man when he had lifted the rope for him to enter and then went up the stairs, in brief darkness before he came out onto the balcony overlooking everything.
“I’m glad to see you’re alive.” Jooheon was the first to greet him, a drink already in his hand and a woman already on his lap.
“That makes two of us.” Changkyun said greeting his friend.
The others joined not long after, Kihyun already smirking with his glass of scotch about his latest business deal. “Do you know how much I’m worth now?”
“Won’t be worth much if you’re chewing my bullet Yoo Kihyun.” Hyungwon said slumping into his chair, tilting his head challengingly at Kihyun whose smirk was quick to disappear. Changkyun could tell Kihyun was about to quip his own snide remark, but Hyunwoo slapped his large palms down onto his thighs, “Let’s talk business then.”
The following hours were boring, Changkyun never really enjoyed these formal meetings. And his eyes began to drift toward the stage filled with spotlight on a woman. The slow jazz made you more tantalising as you began to move along to the music, hands gently holding the mic stand as you rolled your head back and around sensually, eyes barely open as you drew in the attention of every man and woman in the audience.
Changkyun felt his throat tighten when your lips fell open for the first of the notes to leave your lips, your voice smooth and low, yet holding power and soul as you began to move more with your words. His eyes following your hands that caressed your body; slow and teasing as you lifted the mic from the stand and slowly strutted along the stage. Changkyun felt entrapped by the vision of you, something chemical like making the rest of the world fade and his thighs tense, body on edge and incredibly warm. The only thing he seemed acutely aware of was you.
Your eyes suddenly found his and Changkyun stiffened, thinking it impossible for you to see him up there, but the longer he watched you the less he was convinced. You dropped low, legs spreading and knees hitting the stage as you leant your body back to release the last long note and Changkyun’s breath ceased watching how your body twisted, your corset tight against your waist, body seemingly held together by the intricately detailed material.
Before he knew it, he was blinking out of a daydream watching you bow and thank everyone for watching. Blowing a cheeky kiss, eyes darting up toward Changkyun one last time before you twisted on your heels, hair flicking out into the air and you were walking away, displaying the globes of your arse and then Changkyun noticed it, a little tattoo that he only knew on one person. No fucking way. He shot out his seat, cutting Hyunwoo off from whatever he was saying. “Im are you-”
“She’s here. I gotta go.” He rushed out, already in the mouth of the stairwell, rushing down as quickly as possible. He weaved through the seats, ignoring the comments of displeasure as he blocked people’s view from the next act. He didn’t care, he saw you, there was no doubt about it.
He was like a lost man, stumbling over his feet as he rushed around toward the back of the stage. It had been so long, you were barely recognisable, especially in your attire; the image of you on stage in that corset and stockings, not to mention a thong possessed his mind and knowing that it’s you only made him all the more determined to find you as he reached the dressing room, a security guard blocking the entrance. A large palm hovered above Changkyun’s stomach, no contact needed to heed warning to Changkyun that he could not go backstage.
“I’m a VIP guest, check with your boss and let me in.” It was rare that Changkyun was firm, voice anything but playful or sarcastic, even during business, yet now, so close to seeing you he couldn’t help the edge to his tone, the way he sounded demeaning toward the security guard who dared to stop him.
“It’s alright Pascal,” Changkyun felt the way his adam's apple bobbed as eyes drifted up to take you in for the first time in God knows how long. His eyes locked with yours, brown orbs still dark and playful and powerful enough to melt a man, to melt Changkyun. “He’s with me.”
***
Changkyun was in a daze. Your sultry voice, playful and teasing as you stalked around Changkyun like a predator, robe wrapped loosely around your stage outfit as you asked, more like commanded “Give me a ride home baby?” He was at a loss. Sure, he wanted a chance to talk with you, to let out all of his hurt and frustrations and loneliness of not having you by his side, yet he didn’t think you’d be so willing, especially when you were the one who left him.
He watched your long legs silhouetted in sheer black stockings make their way toward his car once the two of you had left the confines of the club. Your driver was waiting outside the vehicle, having a smoke in his free time which he coughed on upon seeing your familiar face. He straightened his hat, eyes wide as they flickered from you to Changkyun and back again. “M-m-m-miss, nice to um, see you again.” Your smile was wide and genuine and Changkyun realised how much he missed seeing it when you gave a cheerful reply.
“We’re taking her home.” Changkyun said, his ears feeling as if they were filled with cotton, his voice distant in his own ears.
The journey was mostly silence. You were calm and collected, straight in your seat and leg crossed, rolling your heeled foot at the ankle to soothe out the small aches. Changkyun couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He honestly couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt more like a vivid dream, that you were a touch away, that he could feel the heat emanating from your body.
“You look good.” You couldn’t take the silence and you weren’t so sure Changkyun could speak, you could see he was still in disbelief.
“Yeah? You should have seen me before tonight. After you left I’ve been the definition of ‘look like shit.’” A heavy sigh fell from your lips, body depressing as his barely concealed anger bit at you. “I am sorry for that. But, it was time.” You couldn’t bare to look at Changkyun, as cowardly as it was, but at least you said it, at least he knew. You had to start making him understand. “I needed to go. Yes, I left, but I didn’t leave you, not really.” You whispered, the words caught in your throat as your airways seemed to begin to close. You had never realised how hard it would be to just explain. And you never realised that Changkyun would be so hurt that he may never even take you back.
It was more tense silences, even as the car pulled up onto the driveway of your building. “Come up.” It was an invitation that you left him to decide on as you exited the car. You walked slow, breathing deeply as hope lingered inside you. Then you heard the click of the car door as he pushed it open and the subtle thud when it closed and knew he was behind. A small smile graced your face as the small hope inside bloomed.
Changkyun was silent even in the lift, even when the both of you were at your apartment door. Unlocking it you kicked off your heels and then turned, watching Changkyun’s eyes drift to the expanse of your lush apartment. “Doing well for yourself I see.” Strangely, it wasn’t a bitter remark. More of an observation. “Yes, I make good money at the club and… I’ve been in the studio a bit too. I don’t know though…” You trailed of, hanging your robe up and then turning back to Changkyun who’s chest heaved once with the sharp intake of air. “You trying to seduce me?” You blinked at him and then looked down at yourself before laughing. You look up with a tilt of your head and then bite your lip. “Maybe I am. Is it working?”
Your face pressed to the cool surface of the wall is your answer. This wasn’t your intention at all, but you couldn’t say you minded when you felt the way your body heated to Changkyun pressed against you; he fitted so easily as if he were meant to be a part of you, as if he had always been there that it was so easy for you to relax. His hot breath caressed your ear as sinful words spilled easily past his lips. “Babygirl I’m not feeling very nice tonight.” You shuddered against him, shaky and wanton when you whispered, “So don’t.”
He was quick on the uptake, hands rough in their path as he sought out the inches of your body. “God baby I missed this ass.” Changkyun growled into the back of your neck, hair gripped in his fist as he pushed your face more into the wall. The pads of his hands and the rings that decorated them melding into the skin of your arse as he tightened his grip harshly, drawing restrained whimpers from you. Changkyun shot forward, heavy breaths panting against your cheek as he spat out, “My cock especially missed it babygirl.” Your lips parted to release a stream of broken air as you felt the way your body awakened; nerves, muscles, skin reminiscing the touches of Im Changkyun and how fucking good it had felt. “Did you miss me?” He asked quietly.
The air, if possible, seemed to have solidified, formed some kind of blanket that smothered you, that stopped you from taking air, feeling a painful burn as your body screamed to breath, your airways closing for good it seemed. His knuckles stroking against your arm brought you back and you realised that your eyes had pooled with tears that you attempted to blink away, your voice choked and broken when you whispered back. “More than you would ever believe.” The silence was overwhelming after that, neither of you attempting conversation, or even moving.
It was a while before you felt his lips press to the top of your spine, a strange heat searing from the pressure he applied, your body relaxing as if his lips were a sedative. “I went crazy.” He whispered softly as his hand loosened just slightly in your hair, his fingers shifting to your waist and gently holding the dip of your body, thumb stroking. “I still am.” He suddenly growled, voice rough, but not as rough as how his hand suddenly pushed you further against the wall, both hands tightening in their position making you yelp. “You put me through hell, I’m still in hell.” He growled, ignoring your voice trying to reason with him, trying to tell you how sorry you were, still are for everything. “Changkyun.” You whispered, eyes shutting as your hair pulled back from your aching scalp. “What?” He spat. “What do you have to say that’s going to change what you did? What you put me-- What you’re still putting me through.”
Changkyun was never an angry man, not really. Despite the line of work he was involved in, it was only about the money. He didn’t like to get his hands dirty. But you knew that had changed. And you knew that, that was your fault. And you knew deep down that the only reason he’d feel this way was because despite it all he still loved you…
“I still love you,” You panted against the wall, your lips sticking as you choked out your words desperately. “A-and and nothing I say will ever change, never ever change what I did, but baby… I know you’re angry and… If you need to get it out… Well,” You squeezed your eyes shut as you considered the words you were about to say, knowing it was all kinds of wrong and wouldn’t resolve much, but it was a step forward, a step back towards each other. “You can take it out on me all you want baby.”
Changkyun let out an airy fuck and then he was on his knees, hands falling away from your hair and waist and latching onto your asscheeks. “Still love letting your body be used, huh?” His fingers pushed up your cheeks, nails sinking into your plump flesh as his teeth left stinging nips high up your inner thighs. “ah-ah for you...always.” You sighed, legs jolting a little at the little pinches his teeth made. Changkyun froze for a moment, mulling over your words; they were foreign and made his heart ache, even if the both of you were in this rather explicit position, he knew your words had a deeper meaning, he knew that you were basically giving him some kind of ownership over you, giving yourself to him.
Instead of replying he allowed the tips of his fingers to brush over your skin, over the red indents left on you, his other hand keeping a firm hold of you as you shivered at the dual feeling of his rough grip and featherlight touch. He mouth pushed light kisses over your thighs, suckling just beneath your cheeks. His fingers found the elastic that held your stockings up and pulled back to let it spring stingingly onto your skin, a startled yelp caught in your throat, before his hot tongue came out to lick away the little burning on your skin. Your thighs shook, his breath absorbed by your skin and lighting up everything inside of you as your eyes shut.
“I won’t forgive you if you do this again.” “I know.”
His lips trailed up following the curve of your arse, his nose nuzzling against your skin affectionately and then burying his face between your cheeks, both his hands cupping each one and shaking them around his face before he pulled back. “I can’t believe you wore a thong on stage.” He muttered, half amused, mostly turned on. “Flaunting yourself like that baby, you’re such a tease.” You felt relief settle in your chest at his playful words and wiggled your hips so your arse brushed his face again. “If I knew you’d be there I wouldn’t have bothered to wear anything.” Changkyun groaned, rolling his eyes as he grinned. “Total tease.”
His finger weaved under the material of your thong, hooking and pulling back, your little moans muffled through closed lips as he made your lips swallow the lace between your slit. He tilted his head for his teeth to nibble at your smooth puffy folds, tongue running in a trail of swirls as his wrist flexed to wedge the material even more against you. “Let’s see if you taste as good as I remember…” His finger smoothed the material from your slit and pulled it aside, the tip of his tongue slithering between your folds, feeling the bump of your clit as he brushed over it again and again. Your hips began to push back, your lips parting as you allow soft moans to sing into the air.
Changkyuns fingers spread your folds and allowed the roughness of his tongue to lick slow stripes, stopping just below your puckered anus, your wetness slowly dribbling out, glistening and honey-like as the tip of his tongue maneuvered in circles barely entering your hole. You sucked in air through your teeth, feeling how muscles deep in the pits of your stomach were beginning to tighten. He pulled back with a helpless moan, “Fuck you do still taste so fucking good.” Finally he was forcing his tongue into you, straining his tongue to reach inside of your tight walls , feeling how heavily your wetness stuck to his pallette. Your hand hit against the wall, a restrained squeal that made your neck tighten as his nose pushed deeper, nose nudging your anus like it were his thumb pressing against you.
Abruptly he stood up, barely time for you to register that his warmth had even left as he crushed his body into your back, hands at your hips, pulling back and trailing a hand up between your shoulder blades and pushed down so your chest pressed to the wall and your arse stuck out. “More than the pain, I was fucking starved when you left.” He rasped out, deep voice husky and rumbling against you as his hand holding your hip found your exposed folds, shifting the material of your thong out of the way running your slit once and then finding your hole to slip in. Cool rings pressed to your soft entrance as his finger reached as far as it could and you cried out, unexpected penetration that had your knees bending, pushing even more down onto him and when he slipped a second finger in you whined into the air. “It’s just fingers babygirl, don’t tell me you can’t handle this.” He grinned as he began to scissor into you, each clench of your walls soaking him with your essence, urging his fingers to slip in quicker, arse rippling from his motions.
“Please, please, please.” You gasped, a hand reaching backward and haphazardly searching for changkyun’s cock, grazing his thigh and finally finding that familiar thickness bulging beneath his suit pants. Your hand latched onto him and squeezed, moaning even more as your walls tightened impossibly, imaging that his cock was buried into you and squeezing around him till he was being milked into your cunt. “Oh God~” You cried out. Changkyun growled, ripping your arm away from him and pressing it to your lower back. “You always were cock hungry for me.” He teased, cocky and smirking into your hair as he stretched you with a third finger.
Your walls were stroked with twists and turns of fingers pushing up into you and then you were trying to bounce yourself onto his fingers, his arm tensing as he worked harder to thrust into you, your wetness making lovely squelches as he penetrated. You burned inside out, moans endless, echos bouncing off the walls and spurring changkyun on as he released your arm and slipped around you to and lowered to find your clit. You screamed, writhing against the wall as you tried to push back, his fingers pressing and rubbing as he finger fucked you till you were helplessly shaking, your orgasm breaking inside, like shattered glass as you broke into pieces of unbearable desire. “That’s it babygirl, that’s it.” He soothed, fingers never ceasing till your shaking body was reduced to twitches against the wall.
You were left breathing heavily against the wall, already feeling spent as your knees pressed into the concrete. Changkyun watched how your weakened body slumped against the wall. He smirked, pulling his leather belt from the hoop and briskly unbuckling it till he can pull it out. He unbuttoned his suit pants with haste, pulling the zipper down and pulling his cock out; it felt heavy, impossibly hard and thick as he stroked once, then twice before lining himself up with your hole. You shot up, hands bracing against the wall as the bulb of his cock ran up and down your slickness and then began to push in. “Oh fuck, God, fuck me.” You cried out, wet lips drooling against the wall as he sheathed you, not allowing you time to take him in, your tight walls barely slowing him down as he pushed deep inside of you. His head tilted back in a gasp while you became incoherent, a mix of noises and words spilling from your lips.
The way you squeezed him had you feeling every groove and protruding vein on his cock, but his didn’t allow much time before he was pulling his hips back to begin thrusting at a maddening pace. Your body shook against the wall and you cried out feeling your head almost violently snap back as something pulling you back by your neck - his belt. Changkyuns fists wrapped on each end, pulling the leather back till it pressed harshly unto your throat allowing him to push even quicker inside of you. You quickly became light headed, air slowly unable to fill your lungs as the leather was pulled harder till you were unnaturally bending backward, frantic tear filled eyes staring up and Changkyun’s face. He smirked down at you, even as he gritted his teeth to exert himself even more, even as his groans rumbled deep in his chest he pushed himself into you.
His stepped forward, your chest pressing more into the wall, Changkyun releasing one end of the belt and grasping it with his other so he could squeeze your breast hard. His hand left your breast and then his fingers were at your gaping mouth, rubbing your tongue and inner cheeks messily with his fingers, pushing deeper till your body jerked when he made you gag. He released the belt altogether, forearm round your shoulders and pushing a hand into your lower back. He squeezed you between his chest and the wall and rotated his hips in hard slow circles making you cry out repeated pleas.
“You like this baby? You like this cock?” He said into your hair. “I love it.” You gasped out as he began to thrust again, the mere shake of your whole body stirring the pleasure within you. You began to pulsate around Changkyun who moaned brokenly into your hair as you both neared breaking point.
“Come on baby, cum for me.” You gripped his forearm, nails digging into the material of his dress shirt as you turned your face in search of his lips that melded to yours, a few more thrusts before he was moaning long and low into your mouth, hips stilling deep inside, the twitch of his cock and the pulsing of your walls milking his cum, painting you white deep inside. Your own orgasm triggered, you violently shaking against both him and the wall, Changkyun holding you as securely as he could as your eyes rolled back and then you finally slumped in his arms.
The mess of post-orgasm was in fact not the mix of your cum spilling from you and running between your thighs as he pulled himself out of you, nor was it the tangle of your hair or the sweat that coated your body thickly. The mess was the tense silence, the unasked questions and even worse, the unspoken answers. The mess of thoughts and the mess of feelings muddled and painful.
“Please don’t leave me again.” Your forehead creased, a river of lines filled with pain and need to heal. Your hand found his, gripping tightly, almost as desperate as his broken tear filled voice that had your heart clenching in a painful ache. You forced your tired and weakened body to turn in his arms, fingers finding themselves slipping through the fine soft strands of brown and then your lips hovered against his to whisper a broken and promising “Never.”
Soft kisses and tender touches were the beginnings of sewing the torn pieces of you and Changkyun back together. And you knew that no matter what happened, you’d be willing to mend yourself and him over and over again.
Title: Feel alive
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Hyungwon
Genre/Warning: Kinktober, smut, dom!hyungwon, toys, anal play
Summary/Request: Day 30 - Toys
A/N: MY FIRST HYUNGWON SMUT ALSJFLAKSF I haven’t proof read cos I’m not fucked if it doesn’t make sense lol
Image credit
Word Count: 2438
Blood red lips melded against his, no way of telling if the colour was the stain of your lipstick or from the teeth that sunk into them hungrily. Your wrist was caught in his long, boney fingers that held you against the wall as his head sought for your neck, feeling the small pulsing beneath your skin as your body became lost to his lips.
“Fuck, I’d happily die if I knew you were to take me away.” He groaned, soft and in adoration against your skin as thick lips began to part for his teeth to pull at. “And I’d happily die knowing my body was being used for you.”
Perhaps you both were taking Halloween a little too seriously. A strange unintentional roleplay coming about when you both eyed up each other dressed in full costume. He had chosen the overused dracula, black hair slicked back, defining the high rise of his cheekbones, plump lips crusted with fake blood, almond eyes that encased cherry brown iris’ were dark pools, as if staring into an endless black hole empathised by the paling makeup painted beneath his eyes and of course, fangs. You on the other hand were less typical, but typical at the same time. A grim reaper, with a sexy twist. Cape tied around your neck, velvet hood that kept you mysterious, in fact the only thing that was kept a mystery as a leather leotard fitted your body. Accompanied with thigh high boots you were a guaranteed soul stealer. It wasn’t much of a surprise when heated stares drew the both of you together like magnets and you were pushed against a wall to succumb to the desires of your boyfriend, Hyungwon.
His breath fanned your skin, a near silent groan as his desire increased by the tenfold. His mouth found yours again, messy open mouthed kisses and swirls of tongue as red painted you both. Your hands effectively immobile in his grip left you no choice but to draw your knee up to press against his cock. He groaned in surprise, his cock hardening quickly in its confines, now desperate for attention as it suffocated in his boxer briefs. But, it wasn’t long before he registered your sly movements, a growl growing from deep inside him and pushing past his lips to rumble against your neck.
You were turned to be pressed into the wall in little to no time, no words needed as he pressed his fingers into your lower back and teeth found the lobes of your ear to nibble on instead. He breathed heavily as he drew whines from your lips, his own seeking what skin he could that wasn’t covered by your cape.
“You seem eager tonight baby.” He finally commented after sucking a colourful bruise onto your skin. You tried to push back, his hands holding you firmly, knowing your attempts to feel him against you, to tease him further into a maddening state he could no longer take. “I think you should learn about patience.” He pulled away, the goosebumps immediate as his warmth left quickly and you pushed away from the wall, turning just to watch him walking away to the other side of your bedroom.
Childish as it was, you stomped your foot. “Hyungwon~” You whined, dragging his name longer than needed, already making your way over to him. Your arms curled his slim waist, easily slithering around his front for your hands to tease over. You tiptoed, even in heels you couldn’t reach his ear, and let your lips graze him, to catch your naughty whispers, “It’s not my fault I want your cock to fuck me till my body goes limp.” Your lips pulled back in a sly grin feeling the way his muscles tensed and then he gently removed your arms, making you take a small step back to allow him to turn to you. When he did a small gasp left your lips.
“Why…”
The smirk that curled his lips was malicious, terrifyingly hot as he tilted his head to reveal the object dangling from his finger; your eyes trailed down the thread that held three silver balls, a rush of heat spreading over you when your eyes flickered up to his filled with mischievous and desire.
“Go and bend over the bed baby, keep your arse up for me.” Only after taking in a shaky breath did you turn toward your bed, body bending forward and hands sinking into the plushness of your mattress as you held yourself up.
Hyungwon admired the view. Your cape teasingly covered your arse, bare legs pretty and smooth as he allowed his fingers to stroke the backs of your thighs. He flicked your cape aside and drifted his fingertips over the globes of your arse not held within the material of your leotard. His fingers pushed beneath the material, possessively squeezing the skin before he removed his hand altogether. He turned back toward your chester drawers and seeked out the ever helpful lube kept beneath both your garments. He flung it to the bed and lowered to his knees as nimble fingers unclasped the buttons that held the leotard together.
Air cooled your heated center for but a short moment before Hyungwon was pressing his lips delicately to your bare folds. He caressed them with smooth motions of his lips before his tongue made way to part them, your warmth melding with his as his tongue slid easily up and down your slit in languid movements. His square jaw locked as his lips closed around your clit, pants breaking into helpless moans as he hummed around your sensitive bud. His lips parted with an affectionate lick, before he was kissing up toward your anus, tongue firm as it swirled the sensitive ring.
“Oh, won…” You couldn’t bring yourself to form anything longer, the moan of his name enough to let him know that you felt undeniably good as your head fell forward, fingers curling into the creasing bedsheets.
He let saliva dribble from his lips, his tongue picking it up to play with it against your anus, your ring shining and puckered, growing increasingly sensitive as his teeth nipped at your inner cheeks, tongue played at the sensitive spot below, before drawing back up to push the tip of his tongue in barely.
Hyungwon stood and then reached for the lube and squeezed a decent amount onto one of his long, thin fingers and watched the way your hole barely expanded and closed repeatedly when he rubbed the tip of his finger into its entrance. He took his time to stretch you, to allow his finger to slide further in, gentle and pleasurable movements as he slowly twisted and pulled half his finger into you, a small cry tearing from your lips when he suddenly slid in knuckle deep. He watched with hooded eyes and resisted palming himself off as images of cumming over your arse, white spurts painting you like a pretty painting as pulled his finger out to apply lube to two fingers.
He rubbed almost in a tickling motion against your hole before he pushed in again, the stretch more noticeable, but not difficult as the lube allowed his to slide easier into you. He continued up to three fingers, your hips pushing back onto his slow, almost lazy movements and when he attempted a forth your breath caught and you locked up. “Won,” You said breathless, caution in your voice. “I know love, trust me.” Again, he allowed you time and ensured that he had used plenty of lube. The burning sensation felt good as his fingers filled you, pushing and pulling in slow wet movements. He turned the fingers inside you, till his thumb directed downward and then he pressed the rough pad against your clit, a sudden fire coursing through you as you moaned louder, feeling more desperate as his pressed, fingers continuing its push and pull.
“I think you’re ready baby.” He said softly, pulling his fingers out slowly and carefully, watching how you gaped momentarily. His hands sought the beads and inspected the largest bead, before coating it with lube. You shivered and whined feeling the cool and wet metal press to you and prepared yourself with calming breathes as Hyungwon began to push it against your hole. The sensation differed to his fingers and you tensed as the ball stretched you all round, your hole swallowing the globe inside.
He allowed you a moment to gather your wearings, the weight odd, yet filling before he lubed up the next smaller ball, his fingers reach inside to push the ball further along, dragging the other with it as he managed to slip it in. The last was the easiest, yet had you squirming as the first ball was pushed deeper, weighing against a sensitive point inside.
“Such a pretty girl.” he breathed out as he pulled your cheeks apart in awe of your anus stretched and filled with the beads. He enured that the end still hung out for him to remove later.
Your pussy shined, your wetness a natural lube that coated your slit. Hyungwon’s fingers played with it in slow caresses before he turned away. “Don’t move.”
For some reason, a fantasy materialized before him of you filled with toys, and as his fingers reached inside for a pinky sized vibrator he was sure to carry it out tonight.
His hand rested on your arse cheek as he bent down to lick quickly at your hole, the sudden sensation jolting you and ripping moans from your lips, arm slipping as you fell more onto the bed. You were generous, feeding his mouth with your sweet essence as he wiggled his tongue inside, long and thick muscle stroking at your pleasure nerves and making your teeth clench.
He pulled back, not bothering with his fingers as he tested pushing the tip of the vibrator in. He was slow and gentle, allowing your body time to accept the intrusion.
The bullet slid in eventually, your walls clamping around the foreign object that was still inside you.
“let’s go.”
-
The taxi ride was quiet, with your side pressed to Hyungwon’s and his fingers stroking your hair. You were so content and comfortable watching the flash of yellow pass over and over from the streetlamps that you barely registers the subtle hum inside you.
It was seconds before Hyungwon was adjusting the setting a little higher, the tail of your spine rolling inward, a shaky gasp of shock puffing from your lips and then Hyungwon drift his hand from your hair to grasp your hip closer to him as his mouth turned into your hair with a grin.
“And that’s, as you know, not even close to the highest setting baby.”
-
You hand was warm in his, but then again, you were beginning to feel warm all over. The crisp, almost frosty air bit into your bare skin quickly, breath forming smoke with each exhale as you approached the door of your friends home.
In perfect Halloween fashion, the door bore a hanging dead body, a fist sized puncture in its chest where the peep hole was. You pressed a finger to the webby bell and waited mere moments before you were greeted with the warm smile of your friend Hyeri.
“damn, you guys look hot.” She pecked your cheek, hand on your lower back, just the slight pressure pushing down was enough to make you clench your eyes shut, before you pulled back with an enthusiastic smile.
“Couldn’t have you showing us up. The place looks great.” You observed as she hugged Hyungwon.
“You expected anything less?” Then you were whisked away, past the small hall way and opening the door concealing crowds of zombies, mummies and the like.
You both to quick to blend with the crowd, Hyungwon's hands on your hips as you made your way through the masses. You turned toward him with a toothy smile and began to fall into the fast pace beat of the music.
The two of you head banged, hands in the air as you screamed out the lyrics of remixed throwbacks, but then your face changed, the jumping around and the noticeable bass shifting the balls inside of you, pressing down against the bullet, that was just big enough inside to make you feel doubly full.
Hyungwon caught on, teeth licking at his fake fangs as your hands came up to curl into his shirt, a wild look in your eye as you felt how your bare pussy rubbed against the leather, now wet and slightly uncomfortable.
Hyungwon reached into his pocket and smirked at you as he quickly turned up the settings dangerously high, all at once.
You fell against him, Hyungwon’s hands already grasping your lower back tightly, an innocent smile on his face as you shook in his arms, kept tucked to his body and unnoticeable to anyone else.
Your whimpers were muffled against his shirt, now stained red, your lipstick smeared as you moaned heavily into his chest, hips jerking here and there as if to the beat of the music, when in reality the vibrator was making your walls convulse, your muscles spasming as pleasure consumed you.
Hyungwon’s hand rubbed circles over your lower back and then you turned around, arm crossing your shoulders to hold you to him as he reached into his pocket, increasing the setting to the max.
Your jaw dropped open, broken screams and moans drowned out by the music and chatter, your eyes squeezing shut as your back bowed off Hyungwons chest, arse pushing against his crotch. Hyungwon’s lips found your ear to nibble as he began to grind against you, keeping hold of your jerking body, a hand rubbing circles over your tummy.
Feeling the way he pushed against your backside, and the way his hand applied pressure to your abdomen had you shaking even more in his hold and it wasn’t long before your head fell forward, hair curtaining your face as you came, long and tense, body locked up in never ending spasms that had you gasping for air, even as Hyungwon gradually lowered the settings, eventually turning it off as you rode it out.
You were still twitching and in a daze when you were turned in Hyungwon’s arms, immediately slumping against him. He brushed hair away from your ear and lowered his lips to whisper huskily, “We need to find a bed, or any surface really where I can fuck you till you’re limp baby”
Title: Work Hard, Play Hard
Fandom: Monsta X
Member: Shownu/Hyunwoo
Genre/Warning: Kinktober, smut, rough blowjob in the office
Summary/Request: Day 8: deep-throating
A/N: This suit *shivers* This is not as good as when I was loosing my shit in chat.
Word Count: 1413
Your heels echoed the expanse of the corridor all the way into Hyunwoo’s office; the sound mocked you, the noise a similar to the pounding of your heart in the quiet. You watched his broad back adorned with a beautiful detailed blazer that made him look so delicious and lick your dry lips shutting his office door behind you.
Hyunwoo was quite, impassive even as he settled in his leather seat. Your breath stuttered taking in the view. Hyunwoo, big and dark, sitting in his equally big and dark seat, ceiling to floor glass windows, picturesque view of the city in the background. Hyunwoo leant back in his seat, regarding you for a moment with a tilt of his head before swivelling his seat away from you, to face out the window.
You were only slightly hesitant when you walked meekly over toward him. You stood at his side, eyes flitting outside to the view of the cityscape before looking back at Hyunwoo. He’s so beautiful, too beautiful.
Your hand rested atop his chair and then you knelt down beside him, till you were on your knees by his legs. Your hands came up to run up his thigh; much too thick for your hand to grasp properly as your fingers ran along his clothed muscle. You shifted around till your between his spread legs, licking your lips at the bunched material of his suit pants. Your eyes flickered up, his eyes already on yours, merely watching as your hand palmed him over the material in hard and slow frictious movements. Your other hand ran up his thigh, then past his open blazer over his shirt, his stomach and chest all firm muscle; you shivered thinking about his big built body.
He was all too calm, His hands resting on his chair arms, head tilted down at you with soft eyes that followed your movements. His breathing was even, and he sat there doing nothing but watching you as if you weren’t on your knees for him.
Your mouth kissed along his inner thighs as your hands found the button of his slacks, pulling the zip down slowly. The teeth of the zip fell away, his silk black boxers hiding what you wanted so desperately. You balanced yourself on his thighs as you leant upwards, your mouth coming closer to boxers. Your fingers slipped through the little slit, opening and then maneuvering his cock out. It flopped in your warm hands and your mouth didn’t hesitate to dip down and lick a stripe from his base to his tip, mouth latching onto the thick bulb, moaning as your tongue seeks out the slit and pushes against it. A hand grasps his balls, the soft skin of his scrotum massaged in your fingers while your other hand begins to fist tightly from his based up to where your lips have sucked him in. Your lips soon follow your hand downwards, cock slipping more and more into his mouth until soon you're forcing your throat to relax as he hits that soft spot at the back of your mouth.
Your mouth comes back up and you're releasing a trail of spit over his tip that slid down his hardening girth. You twisted your wrist in motion with your twisting head as your sought more of his cock, your lips stretching as he got increasingly harder, increasingly thicker.
His cock was getting so thick, growing in length so quickly and your jaw was beginning to ache. Your eyes stayed on Hyunwoo’s, but his, his had strayed, watching the cityscape, barely paying you any mind and you whimpered your annoyance, but knowing deep down he just wanted to make your work for it.
Both your hands held the base of his cock and your spit slipped from your lips, dribbling down his cock with each motion of your mouth, his lubed cock allowing your to slip quicker and quicker. Your throat began to make a noise as his cock constantly stabbed at the softness and then you took a breath and forced your head down, eyes watching him, or trying as they they watered when his cock slipped into the back of your throat. He was so big, so thick and you loved it so much.
Hyunwoo’s fingers twitched in its place; you wouldn’t be able to tell, so focused on wanting his eyes to look down at how hard you’re working for his cock, for him, but he was slowly losing it inside, loving the feeling of how warm and wet and how his cock filled your throat, how he blocked any air possible when he slipped down it. Your nose nestled into his bed of curls, pushing yourself against his pubis as he filled your throat, a violent retch as you choked around him.
You pull off of him, breathing heavily, mouth gaping, lower lip shiny and messy with strings of saliva as your teary eyes look up at him trying to catch your breath. Hyunwoo calmly took a hold of his cock, stroking it slowly and lightly and then a big hand carded through your hair and forced your head to rest to the side of his thigh. He tapped his cock against your face, the hit you harder with it making your eyes blink in a flinch. Your mouth remained open and then he guided his cock into your mouth, keeping your head rested firmly against him and then for the first time he moved. Thick muscles taut as his hips raise to fuck into your mouth. Your dribble spills out over your chin and then hes dragging your head up by the hair and a shiver locks you up when he smiles: “Don’t make a mess on my suit,” he says, thick thumb stroking your messy bottom lip. To anyone, that smile is warm and welcoming, but it’s cold and you know it. A whimper is his reply.
You sit up ready to take his cock back into your mouth, but Hyunwoo can be playful and he just loves teasing you as he moves his cock around, enjoying how your mouth chases after it like some cockhungry whore, he knows how greedy you are for his cock, for him.
Suddenly Hyunwoo stands, his cock slipping deep into your throat as he does and you’re so unprepared as your fingers scratch at his hip bones and the tops of his thighs, a desperate moan vibrating against his sensitive nerves. He looms over you as he roughly and quickly walks with you buried on him toward the window and you cry out around him when your head bangs against the glass. Hes large hand grips the underside of your chin and holds you in place as he begins to fuck deep in your throat, your hands finding purchase on his shirt as you were helpless to the incessant movements of his hips fucking your mouth. You’re cheeks were flushed and tears spilt down your face heavily, hair a mess, you were a mess. And you were about to be even more so.
“Lift your skirt.” His voice was soft yet gruff and it took you a moment to register the command before weak and shaky fingers pulled your skirt him. You were suddenly harshly gagging as his he bent over and his hand pushed the back of your head impossibly deeper, your body convulsing, stomach muscles tense.
He releases your head so his hands can reach down and rip your tights apart, thonged ass exposed as he spreads your cheeks apart and backs you against the window till your throbbing cunt is pressed to the cool glass.
Your eyes begin to slip shut just as he hold you in place against the window to fuck your mouth, but he won’t have that, the pads of his thumbs literally pulling your lids upwards, your tear filled eyes rolling back as he hold them open and then finally he grunts out, a sexy deep grunt that has you gushing in your pants and his hips still, deep in your mouth and you choke violently around him, a mix of his thick cum and your saliva a dirty mix that spills over your stretched lips.
Hyunwoo stumbles back into his seat, his cum falling from your lips, dripping from his cock to the floor. He sits, with spread legs, face no longer impassive as he says with a smile and reddened cheeks, “Clean up your mess baby.”
Title: Smile For The Camera
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/Pairing: I.M - Changkyun
Genre/Warning: Kinktober , smut, camera!boy Changkyun, solo, anal play
Summary/Request: Day 18: Leather and masturbation
A/N: Don’t expect much lol
Word Count: 1404
Relief wasn’t the right word to express how Changkyun felt when he had finally clocked off from work that evening. His legs ached, body both physically and mentally drained as he zipped up his hoodie and sluggishly left his workplace and made the short walk to his apartment at a rather slow pace.
It was nearing 8:30 PM and Changkyuns tongue pushed into his cheek as he tried to organise his time in his mind. He usually finished at 8PM, which gave him an hour to prepare for his next job, but he’d have to make do with the time given if he wanted to get paid.
When he opened the door to his apartment, his mind had turned off any thoughts of the four walls, the beeping sound signalling the fries were ready, the smell of burgers and onions, the stifling heat of the kitchen had all faded away to make room for the calming tones of his home and that oddly comforting smell of febreeze and the detergent he’d used when he put clothes to dry before work this morning.
Instead of pacing slowly like he normally would Changkyun let his bag thud on the ground and stripped himself of his clothes en route to the bathroom. He hands reached out for the taps of his shower, turning the water on and letting it jet over his hand as he fiddled with the temperature and once satisfied quickly jumped inside to have one of the fastest showers of his life.
From then it was rushing to get dry and get the relevant clothes out. He also set up his laptop and logged onto the website, ready to start at 9PM. He took a deep breath making sure the space he used for his job was clean as usual. Changkyun left for his bedroom, running the towel over his body quickly and furiously scrubbing at his hair with it before flinging it onto his bed. He picked up the leather trousers and pulled them up which is actually much more difficult to do after showering and then leaving it unbuttoned as he picked up the leather jacket. He checked himself out as he eyed himself up. The leather fitted against the shape of his thighs nicely and his skin tone contrasted nicely to the black of his leather jacket, especially looked nice with how it teased at his bare torso. The finished touches were him pulling on the thick, heavy black lace up leather boots and finally the piece de resistance, his leather gloves. Ruffling up his hair into a sexyily messed style he left and went back toward his work room and sat on the seat positioned in front of the camera.
“It’s showtime.” Changkyun mumbled, eyes flitting over the screen as he clicked the ‘go live’ button. The views were already at 322 - Changkyun was a regular and always on time, he’d gained a bit of a following since starting and knew that soon it would go up by double the amount of views.
He sat back in his seat, taking a subtle deep breath as he let his mind switch over to his other side, his sexy side and that’s what many of his customers would say during the shows. Changkyun smirked as he cockily sat back, letting himself become immersed in his role and then, he ran his hands down the expanse of his thighs and did his usual greeting to his viewers. “Hi everyone, thanks for tuning in and hope you enjoy watching me get off.” He ran a gloved finger through his hair, musing it even more and licked his lips slowly as people began to comment in the chats, his computer dinging each time people sent him money.
Changkyun got right to it, he wasn’t into prolonging, especially when he was making himself cum and getting paid to do so. He pulled out his soft cock with his balls, the tight leather giving some stability. His eyes were sultry as they looked into the camera, his hand raising to his lips for teeth to pull his hand out of the leather glove and fling it to the side. He held the base of his cock with his gloved hand and clasped at this soft length with the other. He started slowly, building himself up, brows subtle creasing and lips parting as the softness of his hand melded with his cock that was slowly hardening. Changkyun looked up at the camera, bucking his hips up into his hand with a whine and then rolling his hips as he fisted his cock with a slow and hard movements. “So good.” Husky voice soft and he spoke to his viewers.
He bought up his gloved hand, moaning out as he used both hands to fist his cock, the two very different frictions stimulating him in a way that had his thighs tensing. Changkyun shoved his leather pants down and then completely off, raising a leg to rest his foot on the arm of the chest. The dings became more incessant when his position revealed his anus as well as his lengthy cock. His teeth clenched, air sucked in as he twisted his wrists in different directions, the rhythm had him becoming stiff, the veins of his cock bulging as his tip dribbled.
His gloved hands drifted lower to massage his balls, his other forming a ring around his base before coming up tightly. Changkyun released little whimpers and groans, his head falling this way and that as his brows creased in both concentration and pleasure. He reached forward, messily grabbing the bottle of lube on the end of his table, releasing himself altogether so he could flip the cap open and squeeze onto his fingers.
The cold liquid made his brow tick when his fingers circled the dollop onto his anus; he felt how his hole tensed, shrivelling and relaxing as his fingers rubbed the ring in wet, smooth circles before he experimentally pushed the tip of his index in. “Hmm, yes.” He moaned out, feeling his finger being squeezed as he pushed in deeper, feeling that familiar burning sensation. He bought his finger out and then with two wet fingers pushed in, hooking his fingers at the bend as he rubbed the length of his cock harder, the leather feeling rough and delicious against him.
His moans came often now, as were his fingers urgent when they began to push and twist inside of him, going in deeper as his messily stroked his cock. “Do you like this?” He hissed, head falling back. Changkyun felt more adventurous and pulled his fingers from himself, this time putting the lube on his leathered fingers. He bit his lip, grinning impishly at the camera when he pushed the hard and almost scaly material into himself. It was rough and the material inside of him felt odd, yet turned him on beyond belief as it played the nerves inside of him in a very different way. “Fuck.” He groaned, adding another finger with difficulty, his fingers thicker than normal with the gloves.
He found a rhythm and began to pump his cock faster, digging his fingers deeper into himself to find that spot that has him squealing. His eyes rolled back, mouth releasing a chorus of “fuck,fuck,fuck” as the pleasure began to take over, the muscles of his stomach tensing, his body quivering as he yelled, “AH!” hips raising of his seat as he lost balanced and impaled even further on his fingers, a broke cry releasing his lips as finally he came, spurts of his cum dribbling down his chest and his cock like an ice cream treat that his views stared at, wanting to gobble up.
Changkyun croaked out a “thank you” when he found the strength to pull his fingers from himself. He didn’t trust his legs to support him, so he slid the chair closer to his desk and smiled for the camera. “I hope you all enjoyed and thank you for your support! I will see you again in a couple days, till then…” And then he cutely waved to the camera before hitting end. He slumped back in his seat feeling tired, but oh so satisfied. Who knew leather could do such wonders?
Title: Pretty
Fandom: Monsta X
Member/Pairing: Minhyuk
Genre/Warning: Kinktober , smut, rimming, sub!Minhyuk, warning for bad smut
Summary/Request: Day 7: Cross-dressing
Word Count: 1902
“It’s a promise right?” You linked your pinky with his and then with a nervous, yet excited laugh you affirmed, “It’s a promise.”
That was about a week ago. A very long, tense, week ago. Promises may not mean a lot to others, but to you they meant a lot. No matter how small, or seemingly insignificant they may be. You always kept your word and you expected others to do the same. You suspected that was the reason he made you promise, that he was scared you’d back out, change your mind, but he was a silly man who really didn’t know the depths of your love for him.
The weight of your work settled into your muscles, your body tensed and strained as you waited for the bus to your apartment. Your nose was red from the slightly chilling weather and you regretted not wearing an extra layer.
The ride home was annoying; the bus was crowded with school kids and other people getting off work, every little thing loud in your ears and irritating. You just couldn’t wait to go home and plop on your bed, and hopefully if he was there, you could be in the warmth of his arms.
The thought eased your annoyance a little and you couldn’t help but to feel relieved once you left the confines of the bus. The walk to you your building, then the walk up the few flights of stairs felt like an eternity, but once you saw the familiar faded blue of your door, you felt lighter.
“Min?” You called as soon as you opened the door. You kicked your shoes off, coat hung up shortly after and set your bag down as you made your way toward your bedroom, just wanting to crash out. There were no reply to your call and you just assumed he wasn’t home yet.
You huffed, pushing your bedroom door open and then froze. On your bed was Minhyuk, but that’s not what caused your reaction. Pretty pink lips and a blouse, tight leather mini skirt and thigh high boots that you don’t know where in the hell he got in his size. Your mouth fell slightly agape as you tried to process the man lying with his legs crossed over on the bed.
“Min?”
He grinned, that familiar grin, each tooth ingrained with sunshine as he beamed at you. “Don’t I look great! I mean,” he said rising to stand in excitement, has my butt ever looked this good? And wow these boots are gorgeous!” You found yourself nodding mutely to his words, because, fuck he looked so good, he looked like complete sin. “Don’t you agree?” He asked nervously, noticing your silence when he turned from the mirror.
“Uh- I,well, um, you, woah like- I- you see--” His face fell. “You hate it.” Your eyes widened, arms waving in front of you as if to physically diminish the thought from his head, “Are you kidding? I-I love it! You look so, so, just, so fucking hot, just wow.” His smile took over his face again, raising over to you as his eyes formed slits of happiness, “I KNOW RIGHT.” Minhyuk just felt so elated that you actually liked it, but moreso, he was so surprised with himself just how confident and sexy he felt dressed like this. He really felt as if he could take on the world. But he didn’t want the world. He wanted you.
Soft lips pressed to yours, lipstick sticking to your lips and you found yourself responding almost immediately, hands pulling him closer by the hips, your hands gruffly rounding to his arse and squeezing in delight. You groaned into his mouth, “You’re too fucking hot for your own good.” You huffed against his lips, already backing him toward the bed. “I agree.” He laughed and you smiled, feeling light and cheery and so turned on.
His mini skirt rode up as he dropped to the bed, delicate thighs unmarked and soft as your fingers dug into the supple flesh. Your found your place between Minhyuk’s thighs immediately, hands hooking his legs around your waist as you pulled his lip into your mouth, hands pushing down as you ran up his chest to the top of his blouse. You smiled into the kiss when your fingers stretched the shirt till it ripped apart down the middle, buttons falling to the bed and floor in a mess that you really couldn’t give two shits about. Your hands found his bare skin immediately, fingers rubbing over his sensitive nipples and rolling the buds between your fingers as he whined, hips raising just slightly off the bed.
Your mouth sought his neck, teeth and tongue running along his jaw and then down the path of his neck. Your lips planted soft kisses and pulled skin back lightly with your teeth and your nails dragged down his chest to his abs when his whimpers and whines grew louder. Your lips trailed over his collarbones, grazing teeth and passed down to kiss around his nipples before drawing him into your mouth, tongue flicking at him as he groaned softly.
Your lips travelled the expanse of his chest, mouthed at him as you explored each inch of his skin and lowered your lips, your hands groping his thighs as you lowered to the band of his skirt. You sat back on your knees and started down at him; eyes barely open, his glossy lips, skin patchy with red marks left by your lips, chest heaving, you bite your lip, a heavy groan leaving your own lips. “You’re so fucking sexy, God.”
From then, you hastily pushed his skirt up and then your breath hitched. “Fuckfuckfuck” you kept muttering to yourself. Barely encases cock peeking through the lace of a thong. Minhyuk grinned, eyes still hazy, yet he felt cocky and proud. “Do you like?” Your hands pushed down on his hips as your lowered your mouth and ran your nose affectionately up his half hard cock. “I think I like it too much.” You said honestly with a laugh. You pushed back Minhyuk’s thighs, holding them spread and turned your head each side to his inner thighs to give hard long sucks, your tongue brushing against the bruising marks of your lips.
His balls peeked out from the barely-there-material and your tongue darted out to lick at him before drawing the flesh into your hot mouth, the both of you moaning. Minhyuk’s hand patted your air affectionately and you shifted, forcing your lower back to curve so your arse raised in the air as you began to play with Minhyuk, because, Minhyuk loved your arse.
A hand palmed his erection before impatiently dragging the thong, no matter how pretty, off of him. The air hit his cock as it sprung toward his stomach and your lips were quick to lower, leaving pecks up and down its length before your eyes drifted up to Minhyuk's. You took hold of the thong and watched him as you gripped his cock, material in hand and rubbing in a deliciously rough way against him as you began to slowly stroke up and down. “Does my princess feel good?” He whine, brows creased and mouth agape as he nods against the pillow. “Words please princess.”
“Fu-ah--,yes, yes, it feels good baby, please.” Your hand sped up just a fraction and your mouth closed around his cherry red tip, your cheeks hollow, suckling him harder and your other hand rubs at the spot between his anus and balls, knowing how sensitive he was when he whined loudly. “You’re so cute when you’re loud,” You say, barely sitting up, “But, I have a bit of a headache.” And then the thongs are stuffed in his mouth and you’re lowered to his cock again, licking at the underside before taking in as much of him as you can.
Minhyuk’s back bows off the bed, his thighs trying to squeeze shut, but your fingers are strong, holding them open and you push them into his chest as you shake your head lower and lower down his cock. You groan as you reach his base, your saliva slobbering down to his balls before you lift yourself off of him. You hold his cock up, tongue flicking under his balls and the plump underside of his arse cheeks.
His anus puckers, your tongue giving attention to his rim, tongue circling the sensitive flesh before a finger comes up to rub slowly against him. You draw back and spit at his hole, your finger pushing in a quarter way before pulling out, watching the way he tightens. You draw your fingers into your mouth, suckling thoroughly till they’re wet enough and then a finger is pushing back into him, managing halfway before you pull out again. Your slow, taking your time to build him up and make him feel good, placing butterfly kisses on the underside of his thighs as your wiggle your finger in deeper till your knuckle is pressed to him. Minhyuk's eyes roll, his eyes losing focus as you drools around the thong in his mouth. You twist, pushing and pulling your finger slowly and then you curve your finger upward and Minhyuk lets out muffled screams as you graze something rubbery and smooth inside of him. You run the tip of your fingers crossways against his prostate and Minhyuk’s chest begins to heave before you pull out, noting how heavy his cock is leaking.
“You’re so pretty.” You sigh, hastily dragging your own clothes off of your body. You kiss Minhyuk firmly before sitting up again, pulling him slightly lower down the bed and then pushing his thighs back like before. “Ready?” He nodded immediately and took hold of his cock, pulling it back toward your wet cunt and flickered your eyes to his as you let yourself sink.
You groaned, as did Minhyuk. You sunk easily onto him, body waiting for his long and veiny cock to fill you up. You didn’t wait long before you began to bounce on him. Holding onto his thighs for leverage, your fingers made pretty blue and purple blossoms on his skin as your fingers tightened. “Fuuuuck.” You moaned, bouncing harder, faster, while Minhyuk unintelligibly babbled around the thong. It wasn’t long before your movements became mechanical, your body feeling the impending orgasm and possessing you to reach for the pleasure quicker. Minhyuk reached between both his and your legs and rubbed at your clit, a scream leaving your lips as you bottomed out on him, “yes, yes yes~” a few more rubs of his skillful fingers and your pussy was squeezing suffocatingly around him, hips stuttering over him as a scream was pushed out of your burning lungs.
When you calmed enough you lifted yourself off of Minhyuk and didn’t hesitate to swallow him into your mouth, bobbing your head as quick as you could, his fingers burning your scalp as he fisted your hair unintentionally in desperation and then his hips raised from the mattress, even deeper into your throat as he shot his load into your mouth.
Heavy panting filled the room, your head slumped against his tight by his softening cock and Minhyuk removed the thong from his lips, flinging it lazily to the floor. “I should dress up more often.” He said after a while.
