a night in with you was his favorite kind of date. Just eating take out, watching the stars in the balcony, cuddles and talk until one of you fall asleep.
Tonight was one of those nights.
"i've always searched desperately for something, but i never could really explain what it was, you know?" he said while you both cuddled in silence, just enjoying each others presence. "i mean... i was always unaware of where i was going or what i wanted... i don't know how to explain this feeling..."
"you wanted to be found?" you answered, looking at him.
"i dont think 'found' is the right word for this... i would say '(un)lost'" your boyfriend frowned saying the last word.
you just nodded slowly, and then he moved so he could look deep in tour eyes.
"the thing is... i think now i know what it was. You... you feel like home... i still don't know where i am going or what the future holds, but i know that i want you there. You are the one who makes me feel (un)lost."
the smile on your face was big enough to reach your ears, and you passed your hand through his cheek. He leaned to your touch and then kissed your palm.
"i love you, you know that right?" you asked.
he nods.
getting closer to him, you whispered like it was a secret:
"then it doesn't matter where we're going. As long as we're together: the world is ours, babe"
With that, his only reaction was to kiss you. Knowing that whatever happens, he could make it with you by his side.
A/N: this is an entirely self indulgent soft bias fic for the holidays because I was away from home asdfgjk
Word Count: 3222
Genre: fluff
Pairing: reader x lee jooheon (monsta x)
Warnings: soft fluff and some cheesiness at the end, gender neutral reader
Summary: You were supposed to have the holidays off, and go home on vacation, but due to some unforeseen circumstances—not only are you stuck working, but you’re also stuck at the airport thanks to a winter storm. Stressed and disappointed out of your mind, Jooheon’s silent thoughtfulness over the situation slowly cheers you up.
It would be an understatement to say that this year was ending terribly. Describing it as simply terrible would be lightening the load of the situation. With the intensity at which you were silently seething—though you aren’t even entirely certain you’re seething, with how upset you are. Your eyes sting enough that you think you can cry, but there’s a weight on your shoulder that makes you think maybe you’re just saddened—yet the way in which you keep replaying the flight delay announcement over and over in your head, like a broken record, suggests you’re seething; festering in your mix of feelings. You can’t find it in yourself to make light of the situation in the slightest, or even attempt to find something positive to focus on otherwise.
You weren’t even supposed to be here, working, and now stuck in an airport thanks to a weather-induced flight delay. One of the staff had gotten sick last minute with the flu, and cut your vacation time you’d specifically saved up for the holidays short. You were supposed to have been on a flight yesterday, headed back to the States, for your holiday festivities. The company had called you just as you had finished packing your suitcase, expressing to you how this was an emergency and since there were only two of you that knew how to manage this part of the job, you were needed. They apologized profusely and promised compensation for your plane ticket—which was all good, but it still didn’t make for a fair trade. Especially considering you were now stuck in an entirely different airport, bound for the States still—but for work.
The flight is delayed until further notice due to bad weather conditions. The announcement over the intercom had said. The words haunted you, replaying in your head, and you wished you could block them out. Even when you close your eyes, resting your head against the cool glass overlooking the snow-dusted runway outside, you can’t rid yourself of the echo of that announcement.
A part of you tells yourself you probably shouldn’t be this upset about the weather causing the flight delay. The storm had started at an awkward enough time that there was no telling if your flight yesterday would have been delayed or not, as well. There’s a possibility, work or otherwise, you could’ve been stuck in the same situation.
What was frustrating about all of this was that the airport staff didn’t know when weather conditions would clear enough for your flight to take off. They had said a minimum of five hours. If that was true, you’d still make it to your schedule in time… if not, there was no saying what might happen…
“Hey.”
The soft, gentle voice of Lee Jooheon breaks through the fogginess of your mind. Slowly, you open your eyes, taking a moment to silently stare out the glass of the window your head is rested against, watching snow gather at the window as the wind blows it towards the building, before it fades away, not sticking to the surface. The weather outside almost seems worse now, taunting your mood. You let out a small sigh, pulling away slowly and turning to face the owner of the voice.
The second youngest member of Monsta X has his lips pressed in a hard line, staring down at you with furrowed brows. He wiggles his hands gently, showing off two cups in either hand.
“There’s hot chocolate,” he lifts one hand as he says this, and then the other, “or a latte. Do you have a preference?”
“You shouldn’t be drinking sugary things,” you murmur, reaching out for the hot chocolate. He relinquishes the cup to you, before taking a seat on the bench next to you.
Jooheon gives your shoulder a nudge with his own. “Just say you want the hot cocoa, it’s okay.”
You scoff, taking a small, careful sip from the cup. In fact, the hot chocolate doesn’t feel festive in the slightest—you’re almost certain that’s why Jooheon brought it over to you, knowing your original plans for the holidays—and you’d like nothing more than to not drink it at all. Or even coffee, at this point. What sounds nice, instead, is burying yourself under a large blanket and disappearing from the world for an extended period. You’d rather not be here, let alone be functioning.
That entire thought kind of kills the holiday spirit, and it’s not a thought you can voice aloud. No one else present had plans prior like you—which meant everyone else was in higher spirits than you, though possibly a little stressed due to the delay. Since they had already been expecting to work through the holidays and were used to the company they kept, they weren’t as bummed about this entire thing like you were. It makes it difficult, in hindsight, to turn down Jooheon’s offer of hot chocolate.
“I’m sorry,” Jooheon mumbles next to you, causing you to glance over in surprise.
“Why?”
“You had plans to see your family, and instead you’re stuck here. If Minji hadn’t gotten sick, you could still have your vacation… you wouldn’t be here in an airport, stuck, clearly miserable since it’s the holidays. You haven’t seen your family in almost two years since moving abroad…” Jooheon frowns, turning the paper Starbucks cup in a circular motion nervously. “It’s been hard for you. I know the guys and I don’t make it any easier sometimes. I’m sorry…”
Letting out a small sigh, you shake your head. “It’s not your fault, none of this is. It can’t be helped. There’s just some things we don’t have control over.”
Jooheon gives a shrug. “I can still feel guilty though. If we didn’t have a schedule none of us would even be here. And clearly you’re unhappy which makes me feel worse…”
“Jooheon, stop. There’s nothing we can do at this point. I appreciate your concern though.”
“Sorry,” he mumbles one last time, giving a nod.
You frown, though say nothing, instead taking a silent sip of the hot chocolate one more time. It’s hard to convey your emotions correctly at the time, everything you’re feeling twinged with that lingering unhappiness you’re understandably plagued by. However, you do appreciate his concern. The fact that Jooheon even remembers that you hadn’t been home in almost two years—a fact you had mentioned in passing, not even leading up to this expected vacation but instead, quite a while back during an unrelated conversation—meant quite a bit to you. Him voicing that aloud between the two of you had stirred some sort of unidentifiable emotion within you, something softer. It lingered at your core, mingling with the turmoil inside of you; soothing.
Despite that, you had no way to convey your thoughts correctly. You were still upset, but somehow feeling a bit comforted by Jooheon’s simple memory at a conversation you shared and his kind act—it was a confusing mix of emotions, to say the least.
“Jooheon!” You both glance up at his name being called by another staff member. Briefly, you take a look at him, gazes crossing, before he gives a small smile—small enough his dimples still soften his complexion—before standing up and heading off. Another sigh escapes you, and you glance down dejectedly at the hot chocolate in your hands.
It’s even less appealing without Jooheon here. The idea of having to stomach the sugary drink makes you feel queasy.
The paper cup is set aside, forgotten, and you soon return to your position of resting your head against the cool glass of the window. Outside, the snow continues to drift around in flurries. You allow your eyes to drift close, barely paying attention to the weather that has you currently snowed in. The chill of the glass provides some comfort, slowly easing away the headache building up from the most recent bout of stress this has all caused.
You aren’t entirely sure how long you sit there, partially napping against the window—Jooheon’s hot chocolate abandoned, forgotten; the cold from outside seeping into your skin. At some point, though, the intercom overhead crackles out an announcement and jostles you fully awake. The woman’s tired voice over the intercom grumbles out a weather update—one you take note that other staff with the team listen to intently, though there isn’t any particular change. You briefly allow your eyes to glance out at the snow just beyond the window. As you do so, the airport falls into a sort of strange hush again—not quiet enough to be a full silence, but the level of peoples’ speaking is just loud enough to create a white static noise in the background.
Suddenly, you’re aware of just how cold you are sitting next to the window, and you push yourself up from your seat. Gathering your suitcase and carry-on bag, you shift your position to the seats right across, setting your belongings next to a staff member who glances up from their phone.
“I’m moving this here while I go to the restroom,” you say, barely making eye contact with the staff. It’s not that you don’t all get along well—but everyone is tired from this situation to the point where no one seems to be taking note of anything in particular anymore, disinterested and stressed beyond belief. The staff nods, before you pull your winter coat tighter around you and head off to wander the airport.
When you find the airport bathroom and finish your business, you’re almost tempted to stay camped out next to the hand blow dryer for the remainder of the night. Not only do you appreciate the warmth the water provides as you wash your hands, but the hot air blowing out of the air dryer feels just as comforting—and temptingly warm. You have to steel yourself to leave the bathroom despite the warmth, though find yourself immediately regretting it once you’ve stepped back out into the open airport and the slight chill hits you again. Technically, you’re still working, though, and know you have to return.
You don’t make it very far to returning, though—barely making it five or so steps before your hand is snatched mid-swing, and you’re stumbling back the few steps you’d managed to take.
“Oh!” The tone is a familiar one, though surprised. Instinctively, instead of retracting, slender fingers wrap around your own fingers tighter.
Righting yourself up, you glance upward. “Jooheon?”
“Your hand is really warm.” He sounds a little dumbfounded, and blinks at you.
You quirk a brow. “Did you know the bathrooms have built in hand warmers?”
“Oh! Nice!” Jooheon’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise—and you find yourself surprised to catch a small glimpse of the tiny little eyelid mole on his left lid as he does so. “Are you pre-warmed enough now?”
“Yes? I think? I’m much warmer than before. The window really wasn’t a good place to take a nap…” You trail off, wondering what he meant by pre-warmed. A little confused, you give him a slow blink, before you give a small tug of your hand from his grasp in order to pull away from him—you’re one of his staff, true, but if any fans happened to be lurking around, things could be taken the wrong way.
Jooheon’s grip, however, tightens. “Good, because it’s about to get cold.”
Before you can register his words, an impish grin spreads across his face, and he’s tightening his grip on your hand that you’re attempting to reclaim. He turns, tugging you along in the opposite direction of where the rest of his group members and staff are resting. You have no choice but to stumble along after him—hoping he knows where he’s going. After just a few turns of some rather large corners, you’re already lost.
All you’re really aware of is that you seem to be descending—which doesn’t seem like a very good thing.
“Jooheon, where are we going?”
“On an excursion.”
“Well, clearly,” you retort, trying to keep your tone as light as possible. But really, you don’t need added stress to this night. “We’ve already been on more floors than I remember there being at this airport. Where are we going?”
Jooheon glances over his shoulder at you. “It’s a surprise, okay? Just trust me? The hot cocoa didn’t seem to cheer you up, so I’m resorting to extreme measures.”
You frown at him, wondering again why he’d asked if you were pre-warmed and what these extreme measures could possibly be… but Jooheon had never given you a reason to not trust him. So, you find yourself falling silent and trailing along behind him, focusing instead on the sounds of your footsteps against the linoleum underfoot.
Things don’t start to sink in—at least for where you’re going, not why—until you’re standing right in front of the glass doors of the airport entrance. Before Jooheon is even pushing the doors open, you can feel how cold it is outside. Cold and barren, the entry of the airport has never looked emptier than it had right then.
“J-Jooheon, it’s too cold—” But your protest falls upon deaf ears, Jooheon already shoving the door open and pulling you against your feet locking up. You’re practically dragged outside against your will by the idol into the snow flurry. The cold hits you like a ton of bricks, slamming against your face rather harshly.
Strangely enough, though, there’s a weird calm that overtakes you as the door to the airport falls closed behind you. The silence hits you immediately—that strange snow silence, where there’s sound but simultaneously there’s also no sound, the snow absorbing everything. Yet you can still hear it—you aren’t really sure how to explain the sensation. A shiver passes through you, and Jooheon instinctively pulls you closer to his side. The two of you stand there, studying the snowfall together for a moment. You watch the flakes twist and turn in swirls, before the breeze shifts just enough and the entire flurry diverts its direction all together at once.
“Are you ready?” Jooheon suddenly breaks the strange suspended silence, glancing sideways at you.
“What?”
He gives a small, amused, smirk—just enough of one that a dimple pops on one cheek—and then, he’s running. You let out a startled squeal of surprised, being dragged along with him. The cold of the snow hits you all at once, then. There’s at least a foot of snow that’s gathered, enough that you’re trudging as you run together, and more falling still as it clings to every part of you that the flakes can touch as they land. You feel the cold on your head where the snow gathers and at your feet as you’re forced to run along after Jooheon.
“Are you ready?!” He calls again, over that strange heavy sound the snow gives off, and you’re about to ask what he means—but there’s no time; he lets go of your hand, glances around at the area quickly, and gives you a small shove—and gravity takes over.
You let out a much louder squeal this time, falling backwards into the snow—thankfully there’s enough that the landing is padded.
“Lee Jooheon!”
He’s laughing though—somewhere off in the distance; you’re now too cold to even consider moving from where you lie in the snow, grateful suddenly for the winter coat your parents had gifted you before you’d moved away.
Then, his laughter is closer, and you hear a soft plop. Turning your head, you’re met with a full grin and a face full of dimples, Jooheon staring at you.
“I’m going to murder you,” you grumble.
“Not until the snow angels are finished.”
“What?” You sit up, staring down at him incredulously.
Jooheon blinks up at you, his brown eyes melting with a warmth that you thought you’d only find somewhere that wasn’t here—here, where you were stuck during the holiday working. Though you had to admit, who you were working for made this all seem a little less bad…
“Please make snow angels with me while we wait for our delayed flight?”
And the way he says it has something inside of you cracking. Despite how cold it is outside, the cold feels different than when you had been perched up against the window, as though you were icing over. Now, the cold felt soft, somehow. Padded, like your landing had been. There’s no way you can say no.
Jooheon’s grin soothes itself down into a smile as you lay back down quietly beside him. The only sound that touches either of your ears is the sounds of your jackets shifting as your limbs move, working against the snow. Back and forth, up and down—you swipe your legs and arms through the snow, creating the dress skirt and wings for the snow angel.
Both of you work in silence, before you’re sure that your angel is finished. Yet, you lay there still, staring up at the night sky and watching the snow swirl down upon you from this different view. The wall it creates as it descends upon you is strangely soothing.
“It’s pretty,” you murmur, barely aware of the words leaving your lips.
You hear Jooheon shift beside you, and suddenly he’s hovering over you—in your view, blocking the snow.
“Not nearly as pretty as you are,” Jooheon murmurs. You blink up at him, surprised, but don’t know what to say. From above, he studies you, and then suddenly he’s leaning down, gently pressing his lips against yours. You blink in surprise, before your eyes flutter closed at the warmth he provides—his lips bleeding it into you like a blanket slowly engulfing you. His lips move softly against yours, comfortable with no urgency.
You blink your eyes open slowly as Jooheon pulls away, hyper-aware of how plush his lips are once they are no longer locked against yours in the softest, sweetest of kisses you’ve ever experienced. He tastes like the caffeine from earlier, a lingering subtle flavor mixed with one that’s more him; honey and musk.
“Feel better?” He asks, voice hushed and tenor matching the snowfall.
You let out a breathy laugh. “Was your kiss supposed to heal me?”
Jooheon laughs. “No, but I’m sure it can if I try hard enough. Earlier—you were laughing—even though pushing you down and pulling you out into the cold may have not been the best, you could have definitely punched me instead of laugh. I got lucky with that one.”
It wasn’t until then, with Jooheon voicing it aloud, that you’d realized you had, in fact, laughed. Alternatively, you could have taken the situation a lot differently—so he was right with that one, pulling you out into the snow like this and pushing you down had been quite the risk on his part. Yet, amidst your cries of slight panic, you had laughed and smiled. The first since the news of the flight delay had hit. The first since you’d gotten the call into work, even.
“Yeah, I feel better,” you finally amend.
“Good. I know it doesn’t make up for anything, but I’m glad,” Jooheon grins down at you, giving a wink. “Let’s keep my healing kisses a secret between the two of us, though.”
You groan, throwing an arm over your face to cover the blush you can feel forming against the cool air. That was a holiday gift you hadn’t been expecting...
Hyunwoo likes to take his time with you. Likes it when you’re sitting on his lap with your hands on his neck and his on your hips. Slow, soft, with a hint of anticipation—you know what comes next. Hyunwoo’s lips have the ability to pull you apart and piece you back together, to turn you into a puzzle for his entertainment. The boy could spend hours playing with you, focused on you.
Hoseok |
Hoseok likes those slow sessions, those very nearly desperate sessions. Mouths only parting when your lungs have been starved of oxygen. It doesn’t matter the position—if you’re looking up at him with those fucking heart eyes or if you’re sitting pretty in his lap, eyes full of mischief and sin—, he just likes having his mouth on yours, likes drawing those pretty little gasps from bruised lips. It’s only fair, your name always falls from his like it holds all the secrets to the universe when you’re like this, after all.
Minhyuk |
Minhyuk likes to touch—likes to use your desperate kisses as an excuse for his hands to wander, fingers tracing indecipherable patterns in your skin, over your clothes, under them. Those kisses are frantic and desperate, like he can’t wait to get to the next step, to go further. Make-out sessions made something dirtier with each slow grind of your hips, the sneakiest tug of his hair. ‘Baby girl, I’ll let you use me.’
Kihyun |
Kihyun likes to watch you squirm—lips meeting yours only when he’s satisfied that you’re a moaning mess beneath him, neck covered in new little marks, proof that you’re as much his as he is yours, and shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. When his lips meet yours, there’s no telling for who’s sake it is. His, yours, both. All he knows is that he needs to kiss you, to have you kiss him back as his hands make homes in the curves of your hips, just like his lips find a home in yours. These kisses last a little while, long enough to calm you down before he gets to rile you up again, all a part of this game, this routine.
Hyungwon |
Hyungwon could—and would—kiss you for hours. Kissing you is his favourite way to start the day. On his bed, you on your back and him on his side, leaning over you, hand on cheek and lips on lips. The perfect wake-up call, he calls it, smiling as he pulls away only to delve right back in. Fingers curl in the tangled mess of your hair and push the strands away from your face, and all you can do is pull him back down to you because fuck, this is your best wake-up call, too. Mornings with nothing to do are his ideal days to kiss you like this, to bring you to life with nothing but his lips. He doesn’t like to be rushed. He just wants to take his time with you.
Jooheon |
Jooheon likes to make you beg for it. Seated on his lap, hands in his hair, begging, ‘Honey, please, please, kiss me.’ But you’re only begging like this because you’ve been bad, and Jooheon never gives in straight away. When his eyes fall upon your pout, when your body starts to pull away, that’s when he kisses you. Kisses you breathless, shifts until you’re beneath him with your back atop the couch. Kisses like this remind you where your heart belongs, and it belongs with him. Not those boys you flirt with in the club, not those boys that ask for your number, but him. Jealousy is an ugly colour, but your Honey wears it so well.
Changkyun |
Changkyun likes to pull you onto his lap as he lies back against his pillows, looks up at you with that pierced eyebrow quirked as if to say well? He likes it when you lean down first, lips capturing his desperately, your hands curling around his shoulders like you’re trying to keep yourself anchored to this Earth. But baby, he’s the one that needs to free his head from the clouds, because your lips taste like Heaven and he’s ready to fly.
You know how in horror movies you see people randomly hear children giggles or crying babies despite being alone or having no children? You were in your own at this moment. Well, for a moment you thought you were, in a dream anyway. But walking into the living room you saw your boyfriend in front of the fireplace, on his back and kicking up his feet, which were in some fuzzy festive socks. The sound of your feet busting him in his antics, though his inner child came through anyway. "Can we open presents now?"...glancing at the stove you saw it was 4 am. If you didn't love him so much you would kill him at this moment. But you can't say you didn't want to see his smile get even bigger, even if it split his face in two.
~Enjoy. I’m not fully sure this is exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it!
Kihyun locks his car door and stares up at the apartment building in front of him. He shoves his keys in his pocket and makes his way towards the main doors.
You hear a knock at your door and get up to quickly answer it, surprised by who you see. Kihyun stands there, smiling over to you. His hand rests on his belt and his dress shirt in tucked neatly in his pants. He walks in and closes the door, locking it behind him.
“Have you been good, baby girl?” He circles around you, looking you up and down.
His eyes flicker up towards you, waiting for an answer. You nod before lowering yourself on your knees. Kihyun smirks as he stares down at you. He places his hand lightly on your cheek.
“And you’re being so good today, too.” He tells you.
“Thank you, daddy.” You look up to him.
Kihyun rests his fingers under your chin and chuckles. “I want you to show me a bit more.”
He commands you to stand up and follow him to the couch. Without hesitation, you get to your feet and stand in front of Kihyun. He tells you to get back on your knees. You do. He exposes himself and waits for you to take over. Your hand wraps around him and he rolls his head back. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer, telling you to use your mouth. As soon as you do, his body shivers.
“Get me wet and then get on top of me.” Kihyun gasps. “You’ve shown me enough.”
Once he feels like you’ve done the request sufficiently, he pulls you into his lap. He pushes your skirt up above your hips and lines himself up. You can’t help but gasp out as he lowers you. His hands grasp your waist tightly as he pushes deeper into you. He digs his hips into you, making you quietly moan out.
“You’re allowed to moan, babydoll.” Kihyun smirks, picking up his speed.
You throw your head back and enjoy the feeling. Kihyun wraps his hand lightly around your throat. He pulls you closer, biting at your lips. The hand on your hip moves around to your back. His nails dig into your skin and you shiver in pleasure. You brace your one head on Kihyun’s shoulder, grabbing his tie with the other.
Kihyun suddenly pulls you off and places you heavily on the couch. He crawls on top of you and quickly thrusts himself back into you. You let out a sharp breath and arch your back. Seeing you enjoy yourself so much makes Kihyun go crazy.
“Cum for me baby.” He requests before burying his face into your neck.
He continues to dig his hips into yours, trying to hold himself back until you orgasm. You feel electricity fill your body. It builds and builds as Kihyun kisses and bites at your skin. He continues to coo in your ear, making you shiver. Your legs tremble, as your abdomen twitches. You scream out as you orgasm hard against Kihyun. He pets your head as he thrusts forward a few more times before pulling away and cumming onto your stomach.
Kihyun collapses onto your chest and continues to pet you. He pulls himself up and fixes himself. “You’re such a good girl.”
“Aren’t I always a good girl?” You smile over to him.
“Yes, baby girl.” He kisses you. “You’re perfect.”
[10:24 AM] Kihyun giggled quietly against the back of your neck, your warm skin muffling his hearty sounds of happiness as you groaned against the soft white sheets that surrounded your half asleep body. The room was covered in a soft morning glow, the light peaking through the sheer curtains that hung loosely around the window. “Stop laughing.” you grumbled as you turned around to face the man sitting above you. He giggled again, eyes crinkling as his mouth parted in his a gentle grin. He dove down to nestle his head into your shoulder, his hands moving under the blanket that covered your bare body.
The smell of newly brewed coffee sneaking it’s way into the bedroom along with Kihyun’s cold hands dipping under to touch your warm skin. As you yelled for him to stop, another hearty laugh errupted from his throat. In the midst of your squirming, Kihyun’s hand somehow ended up massaging over your chest, his chapstick covered lips pressing against your slightly chapped ones with a whispered ‘good morning’.
Monsta X Reaction to seeing you in lingerie while getting dressed
Shownu
He spotted you in your room just as you had finished sliding your black skirt over your thighs, covering the lacy white panties you had worn just for him. Catching a glimpse of him in your mirror, you spun around to face him. He was staring from your doorway, his shirt, while tucked in properly, was only half buttoned- too distracted by the sight of you to dress himself properly. Your breasts were covered with a sheer pearly bralette, exposing your pink nipples through the fabric. The way he looked at you was almost animalistic as he growled lowly.
"What are you wearing, kitten?"
you twirled a little, showing off your skirt, which flew up a bit, revealing just a peek of white lace.
"Don't you like it?"
you held up the shirt you planned on wearing, but before you could say anything else his hands were on your hips, lifting your skirt. You squealed as he snapped the waistband of your panties, licking a stripe over your clothed slit.
"You're so hot, kitten."
he breathed against your core as he slid the lacy garment down your thighs, dropping them to the floor.
Wonho
You looked so good he couldn't help himself. He knew he shouldn't stare but the sight of you in nothing but pastel pink silk was doing things to his body that he couldn't control. You had just finished your makeup when you turned and saw him standing in the hall.
"You look stunning."
You both said simultaneously. Black tie attire had always suited him best. When you saw him you immediately stopped what you were doing which happened to be getting dressed. You lips collided with his, pillowy and soft contrasted with raw desire. His hands traced your body, groping and clawing at your flesh like an animal. Grinding your hips against his clothed bulge; you yelped when he picked you up with ease, slamming your back against the wall in a lust filled haze. By the time he even got to your core you were already soaked.
Kihyun
He stepped into the room, checking to see if you were ready to leave. What he didn't expect to see was you, standing in front of your full-length mirror, drying your hair, topless. He stepped back a bit in shock, your smooth skin illuminated by the lights around your mirror. The only thing on your body was a little piece of navy lace, just barely covering your ass. You turned to him, attempting to shoo him out of the room.
"I'll be done in a bit- this was supposed to be a surprise!"
he grabbed you by the wrist, halting you.
"Well it's certainly a nice surprise"
he drawled.
"It would be a shame for the surprise to go to waste now hmm?"
his fingers traced circles on your hips as he brought your lips to his. You could feel the kiss growing heated as his cock stirred in his pants.
"Let's take this to the bed babygirl"
Hyungwon
You were sitting, topless at your vanity. Your makeup finished, you adorned your chest with a precious white stone. Hyungwon had gifted it to you last year for your anniversery. Relishing in the way it accented your skin, you twirled it inbetween your thumb and forfinger, reveling in its beauty. You began to dress yourself, covering your breasts with lavender lace.
"My, my"
You twirled around as you felt hands come to your hips.
"Doesn't someone look lovely"
Hyungwon breathed, bending down to connect your lips. You giggled softly as his hands roamed your body.
"Don't mess up my makeup! It took me forever"
He stared down at you, his eyes darkening with lust.
"With how much I'd love to ruin you right now, I doubt I can make any promises."
he smiled at you, sweet and gentle, before he was dropping the lace around your ankles, slipping his long fingers past your lips.
Minhyuk
You heard his soft footsteps approaching the room. Standing in your shared closet, you tugged one of his oversized button ups over your head. It was white, near see through, doing little to hide the hot pink fabric underneath. You turned around to see him standing in the middle of the room, gawking. You smirked at the sight.
"See something you like?"
you teased, sauntering over to him. He nodded eagerly as you lifted the shirt a little, revealing the brightly colored panties you sported.
"Is this really all for me?"
You could tell he wanted to touch, so you pressed your ass against his growing bulge, slightly grinding against him. When you saw his fists clench, you knew you two were never going to go out tonight. Turning back around, you began undoing the buttons on your shirt, slowly exposing yourself as you stalked towards him. His knees hit the side of the bed and he fell back onto the plush mattress, you still hovering over him.
"Get ready for a long night, baby boy"
Jooheon
You had bent over to pick up your shoes from the floor when you felt your boyfriend hovering over your back. Suddenly, you felt a snap against your hip; your red thong had been exposed, peeking slightly from under your low-rise jeans. Blushing, you whipped around, right into his arms.
"What's that all about, hmm?"
his hands slid down your hands to your ass, gently massaging the flesh over the rough fabric.
"I um- I wanted it to be a surprise.. for tonight."
he kissed up your neck, humming in your ear.
"Well it was quite a surprise sweetheart"
You slipped your t-shirt off revealing the matching red bralette that made his breath catch in his throat. Then, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground, being carried in the direction of the bed.
"Fuck you're so hot"
I.M
"Now just what do I have here?"
You heard his voice from over your shoulder. Rushing, you attempted to close the door on his face so as not to ruin your surprise for him. He stopped the door with his foot and pushed it open with ease.
"Show me what you have on, baby."
You blushed as you turned around, revealing the black lace bodysuit you had bought as a surprise for him. You thought tonight would be the perfect night to introduce it to him. Looking up at him, you grinned sheepishly.
"Do you like it?"
He stalked towards you until your back hit the wall. Bending down to whisper in your ear, he growled.
"I love it."
His fingers skimmed your lacey sides, coming to rest on your ass. Pulling you into his chest, he kissed the top of your head before giving your ass a squeeze.
"You know you're in for a hell of a night don't you?
