hii can i request for a monsta x (kihyun or jooheon) fluff?? they reacting to reader wanting to make doughnuts in the middle of the night fem!reader x boyfriend!
I know you requested kihyun or Jooheon, but I loved this so much I wanted to do one for each of them! Also this is kind of my first time doing a reaction so…
here goes nothing I guess.
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Having just gotten home from seeing End Game with the other members, there was still a bit of excitement flowing through you, so neither of you were quite ready for bed just yet. Shownu was standing at the counter, scrolling through Twitter when you presented him with the pot in which you’d stacked all the ingredients inside.
“What are you planning to do with that?” He asked as his attention shifted from the phone to you.
“I thought we could make doughnuts.”
He looked at you like you’d grown a second head as you continued prepping the kitchen. As with most things however, Shownu decided to roll with it, and by the end he was enjoying the activity more than you were.
You taught him how to shape each one and how to make different kinds of doughnuts. It was honestly cute to watch him make each one, his tongue poked out in concentration. After they were finished, you let him place them in the oven to proof for a bit before setting out to make the different icings and toppings for decorating them. Shownu hadn’t been too interested in this part, but he still helped out, already thinking of the designs he wanted to attempt.
Once the doughnuts were fried and cooled, both of your attentions were focused on icing and decorating your creations. Considering you hadn’t done most of the frying (Shownu insisted on frying them once you showed him how), you still hadn’t gotten to see any of the doughnuts he’d made. You curiously peaked over at him to see him struggling to add black details to a small, white, bear shaped sweet. You nearly chuckled before you noticed the others he’d made. There was a bigger bear, a few heart shapes, and what looked liked an attempts to make the other animal counterparts of his members.
Shownu was sweeter than any pastry you could ever make.
It wasn’t a rare occurrence to come home to you baking at odd hours; owning a bakery meant that you were always experimenting with new recipes. Wonho was always more than happy to be your guinea pig and help you with whatever you needed. Tonight, he was helping you make doughnuts.
Considering neither of you had ever made doughnuts before, you had to admit it was going pretty well. The two of you managed to keep your flour fight to a minimum (although your hair and apron was still covered), and only a few of them had been burnt by in the deep-fryer — hell by the end you’d even managed to make quite a few of the pretty twisted kind. So yeah, making the doughnuts was easy; it was the icing and decorating process that proved to be difficult.
It wasn’t the decorating itself that was difficult really, it was your boyfriend constantly eating your decorations and fillings that made it difficult. You’d left him in the kitchen unattended (mistake number 1) surrounded by large bowls of his favorite fillings and toppings (mistake number 2) and by the time you’d gotten back, you would’ve considered yourself lucky to have enough left to finish half of your creations. As much as you wanted to be upset with him, you couldn’t be. Wonho was simply too cute with his red little ears and cheeks when you caught him red handed, a spoonful of sweet cream and jam still in his mouth. You quickly shooed him away while inspecting the damage, eyes going wide as you realized just how much he’d eaten in such a short amount of time.
“Wonho, baby, you’re going to be sick!” You teased as you watched him walked away. He simply shook his head in return and sat at the counter, feeling slightly guilty as he watched you try and salvage what was left.
You ended up having to make more, and Wonho snuck his arms around you as you did, partially out of his general need to constantly be touching you, and partially because he’d begun to feel sick from the amount of sugar he’d ingested. As soon as you were done you had to help your bunny to bed where he secured you to his chest with his arms while you carded your fingers through his hair to soothe him. Just before he fell asleep you heard him mumbling something that made you smile.
“No more doughnuts for a while.”
You were trying your best to be quiet but being the quiet person you are, it was no surprise when you managed to knock over the stack of pots and pans in the cabinet while trying to find a pot deep enough for deep-frying. Even though you were down in the kitchen, the sound was loud enough to be heard all over the house, including the bedroom upstairs where it woke an exhausted Minhyuk. Upon finding your side of the bed empty, he considered the loud crash downstairs and put two and two together and the small bit of panic that had rose within him began to dissipate. Still partially asleep, he stumbled out of the bed and made his way downstairs, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen when he found you laying in the center of the mess you’d made.
“Care to tell me what happened here?” Minhyuk asked as he stood above you, lazily raising an eyebrow.
“I was craving something sweet, so I was trying to make doughnuts.” The way you said it, shrugging like it was the most normal thing to be doing at midnight, made him smile. Minhyuk carfully stepped over the cookware in the floor and turned the oven off before helping you up.
“Let’s do this in the morning.” he suggested as his arms wrapped around your waist, “At least then I can make sure you don’t burn the house down.”
Before you could whine or protest Minhyuk’s teasing, he was dragging you back to bed, the mess in the kitchen left for a later time.
Every Saturday evening was dedicated to cooking together. Both of you enjoyed the activity and almost always agreed on recipes and techniques; however, there were times that the two of you disagreed about things in the kitchen. When this happened, both of your stubborn sides bubbled to the surface and made it nearly impossible to get any sort of cooking done. if you had managed to start cooking, it usually would end up burning or getting thrown out in frustration, so the two of you almost always ended up having food delivered and calling it a night.
Tonight had turned out to be one of those nights– you wanted to make doughnuts, Kihyun was in the mood for churros– but after hours of bickering you were both determined to make things work as it was now well passed midnight and all the shops were closed. Since both of you were too stubborn to give in to the others idea, you reached a compromise and decided to combine the two desserts. Though both of you had calmed a bit, things were still a work in progress.
“I’m telling you, Y/n, if you want them to turn out right, we have to deep-fry them.” Kihyun repeated for the fifth time since you’d started piping the hybrid mixture into rings. It was beginning to sound as though he was chanting the words, rather than speaking them, and it quickly became annoying.
“And I’m tellling you, Kihyun, if we deep-fry them, they’ll be too crispy for that glaze you’re making.” You finally snapped, whipping around to face him and slinging some of the batter on him in the process. You really couldn’t help but stifle a little laugh as you looked at the pure shock on his face. As soon as you did that, though, all of the banking (and the bickering) ended once and for all. Kihyun prompty retaliated by chasing you around the apartment as he tried to smear icing on you.
Evading him was rather easy as you dashed around the house, but unfortunately the game ran short as he trapped you in the kitchen where you started, backing you against the counter as the spoon of melting icing was raised above your head, threatening to be spilled on you if you didn’t submit.
“Apologize and no one get’s hurt.” your boyfriend threatened, a playful smirk gracing his lips as you both moved in a little bit closer. Just before your lips met his you paused and whispered a soft ‘never’ before pulling away and wiping some of the batter off his nose with a giggle. That same giggle turned into a gasp onoly seconds later when you felt the warm, sticky liquid landed on your own face. This time it was his turn to laugh as he finally pulled you in for a light kiss.
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Hyungwon claimed that he wasn’t a clingy person, yet, somehow, every night he practically pinned you to the bed underneath him. Normally it would’t bother you as you’d be asleep as well, but having napped earlier, you weren’t exactly in the mood to sleep. In fact, all you really wanted was something sweet and gooey: a delicious, fresh doughnut. Once the thought drifted into your mind, it was near impossible to get out.
You contemplated your options: you could torture yourself by continuing to stare at the dark ceiling and listening to your boyfriends soft snores, or you could get up and try making the doughnuts yourself. your decision was ultimately reached as you lulled your head over to the side to check the clock on the nightstand, barely making out a fuzzy 12:02 from the red symbols. It felt like you’d been laying there much longer than two hours, and you knew that there was no possible way you’d make it through the entire night. But now that you knew what you wanted to do, the task of getting up was the biggest challenge you were facing.
Moving with extreme caution , you attempted to get up from the mess of long, tangled-up limbs that were confining you. Just as you thought you’d successfully made it out without waking Hyungwon, your phone fell off the nightstand as you tried to grab it up. While the sound made you jump like a startled kitten, it hardly woke your boyfriend, who began searching for you with his hands. His eyes only opened when he couldn’t find you and they were filled with panic as they met your own.
“Where’re you going?” he asked softly, voice still thick with sleep yet simultaneously laced with fear. You’d forgotten how sensitive he could be, and you quickly realized that your actions may have been mistaken. You quickly explained yourself and watched as the fear was quickly replaced by amusement as he shook his head at you.
Hyungwon used one hand to grab his phone while the other one hooked around your waist and pulled you back down beside him. Just as you were about to ask him who he was calling, the other end of the line picked up as and he began placing an order for two boxes of your favorite doughnuts from a late night bakery nearby. Once he finished the order and hung up the phone, he grabbed the remote and turned on the television before laying back down, eyes already closed. “They’ll be here in half an hour.” He mumbled just before falling asleep again. You had to admit, you often wished you could fall asleep with the ease that your boyfriend could.
You slowly shuffled down to lay beside him as you picked out a movie to watch on Netflix. You were about 15 minutes in when you felt those familiar, long limbs wrapping around you and tangling themselves in your own once more. This time, they tugged you even closer as Hyungwon buried his face in your neck, softly mumbling as he dreamed. When the doorbell rang only minutes later, you didn’t even attempt to get up.
Your sweet boy somehow cured your sweet tooth, and suddenly you weren’t craving the doughnuts anymore.
Jooheon was not all that phased when you asked him to help you make twisted doughnuts so late at night, but he had to admit that he’d rather be watching you than helping. Don’t take it the wrong way, he loved helping you cook and was more than happy to do it, but he loved watching you perform the task a little bit more. He found you absolutely adorable, yet simultaneously hot when you cooked.
It was about halfway into prepping the dough for the sweets when your assistant abandoned you to do what he’d been dying to do since the whole thing started. Jooheon quickly wrapped himself around you from behind, tucking his face into the space where your neck met your shoulders and pressing kisses against the soft skin there. Normally you’d be extremely turned on by such actions, but in the moment you found them more sweet and innocent than anything, and a playful smirk came over your lips as he continued.
“You know, I’m beginning to think that you are clingier than this dough.”
Jooheon giggled and gave you a cheesy grin, “But it’s a-dough-rable, right?” he spoke, finishing his sentence with a kiss to your cheek.
As cute as he was, you couldn’t help but let out a playful groan. “ I swear, Honey, one of these days you and your puns are going to drive me glazy.”
Thus started the small pun war between the two of you. It continued throughout the entirety of the remainder of your baking, and you traded countless, terrible doughnut and baking related jokes. It only ended as the two of you ran out of lines to say, but that was okay because your boyfriend had saved the best one for last. He only let it fall from his lips as you sat down to enjoy your creations.
“You just doughnut know how much I love you.”
Changkyun had gotten used to going to bed without you. For the entirety of this past semester you had been beyond busy; most nights you weren’t even able to think about sleeping until 3 a.m. as all of your projects and assignments constantly stacked up on top of on another. Tonight didn’t seem to be going any different as you sat up trying to study for your upcoming finals. While you strained yourself attempting to stay focused, your body had a different idea as exhaustion began to take over, distracting you with thoughts of your sweet, doting boyfriend curled up alone in a comfy bed only a few rooms away. It didn’t take long for you to grow aggravated with the distractions, deciding to take a break from studying and do something else to wake yourself up and reset your focus. On a whim, you decided to make doughnuts; something you’d never made before but sounded like a great idea in your current state.
It was the smell of burning dough that woke him. Confused but somewhat alert and panicked, Changkyun was quick follow the offending scent to the kitchen where he found the source: doughnuts burning in pot of hot oil. As he looked around a bit more he found you passed out at the table. The sight of you passed out on top of your strewn-about notes and multitude of opened textbooks, exhaustion evident in your features, broke his heart. Not wanting to wake you, he quietly decided to clean up your mess on his own.
He started by taking the pot off of the heat and turning off the stove before opening the windows to clear the apartment of both the smoke and the smell. Once he’d finished cleaning up the remainder of the mess, or rather most of it, he took a step back to admire you before attempting to move you. As much as you broke his heart by torturing yourself like this, Changkyun couldn’t help but smile at how cute you looked in your sleep, nose lightly scrunched up with flour still on your cheek and in your hair. He tried very carefully to lift you from your seat without waking you, but he had no such luck. Almost as soon as he touched you, your head shot up, nearly headbutting him.
“What time is it?” Panic washed over your face as your sleepy, strained eyes met your boyfriend’s, fearing that you’d over slept. Changkyun simply gave you a soft smile as he answered.
“It’s nearly one in the morning. I think you passed out trying to cook.” As soon as the words left his lips embarrassment washed over you, making your cheeks redden as you glanced at the stack of dishes now in the sink.
You didn’t say anything in return, but you knew you didn’t have to, you knew you didn’t have to explain yourself to him. Instead, you let Changkyun lift you from your chair before wrapping yourself around him and resting your head against his shoulder. He stood still for a moment and began rubbing your back in a soothing manner. The small action effected you more than you thought it would and in a matter of seconds you felt your eyes growing heavy once more as you were lulled back to sleep, softly and incoherently mumbling about your abandoned studies and cooking. Listening to you made your boyfriend smile as he tucked you in, and as he himself climbed in beside you, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and made a mental note to make you rest the next few days.
“Sleep now, baby. We can always finish those things tomorrow.”
