Jackson Wang, Lee Minhyuk, Lee Hoseok, Choi Minho, Son Hyunwoo x Male Reader.
cw: porn with a bit of plot?, dom tops dilfs, jackson is more gentle than the rest, cheating, choking, blackmailing, sex toys, restraints, sensory privation, car sex, impregnation kink.
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“you are hired” words that made yn excited, he finally has a job after searching for one for so long, “thank you so much, i won’t disappoint you” yn shakes hands with the principal of the kindergarten, a prestigious one, in where the kids of rich people would go to study. “you can start tomorrow” the older man said to yn who once again thanked him. “new life here i go” he joyfully said.
the place is big, almost as big as a condo, “rich people” yn laughs walking on the brick road, surrounded by trees and bushes that made the air a little bit cleaner than the rest of the city full of smoke. “this is too big to be just a kindergarten” yn mutters, looking at the many buildings around the landscape, he finally arrives at his workplace. “here it is” he dusts his suit and swallows hard feeling nervous, “you can do this yn” he opens the door. “hello mr. teacher” the kids said in unison, drawing a smile from the boy, he notices how there’s only five kids in there, “hey kids” he says, happiness in his tone, “how are you all?” he asks, walking towards his desk, “we are okay, what about you mr. teacher?”. ‘hmm so polite’ he thinks, “i’m okay too, thanks for asking”. classes went even better than he thought, the kids were being so polite all the time, well behaved and they paid attention to the whole class, “i thought this would be hell, dealing with kids is though but they’re not” yn says to his friend –jungwoo, on the phone.”nice yn” he says on the other side of the line, “i wish everything goes good with your new job”. “aww you’re so nicee jungwoooo” he tried to act cutesy, “i wish you were here to kiss and hug you” he says pouting. “cut the bullshit yn, don’t be annoying” they both laugh a good time.
yn was walking outside the kindergarten when a message popped up on his notifications, tomorrow there’s a parents meeting in where you have to introduce yourself to them and explain them your study plan, “great not even a day in and now i have their parents on me” he sighs, “i have to prepare for this” he walks sluggishly.
the next day he arrives minutes after the meeting and he approaches the principal to ask him about why there are only 5 kids in his class. “oh it’s because their parents wanted it like that” the principal explains, “you see this kindergarten is basically maintained with their money so we offered them plans, one of them is to make small groups of kids so they could pay more attention to their classes, in that way the distract themselves less than were being in a crowded room”. “mmm i see. it’s also a win-win thing too, teachers could teach things way better you know, small group of students the more the pay attention”. “well yes” the principal reassures, “now please go to your classroom and wait for their parents there please”. “yes sir” yn stood up and walked towards the door, leaving the room to go to his workplace. “what to do, i’m nervous as fuck” he utters, “what if they’re those type of rich scary parents?” the door creaks open. “yn stood up immediately he almost threw the chair to the floor, his legs quivering, “good morning” his voice cracking in the middle of the greeting but what he saw made his mouth go agape. 5 gorgeous men walking inside the classroom –they were tall, muscular… sexy. you could see their muscles bulging on the ones wearing suits and the veiny arms on the ones with t-shirts or that have their sleeves rolled up, what a fucking sight yn had in front of him, his mouth watering at the thoughts of these sexy men running wild on his head. “good morning” they greeted back, sexy voices that could make anyone wet. “i’m yn ln, the new teacher of your kids” he says, trying to keep his composure. “nice to meet you ln, i’m jackson wang” he extends his hand for yn to shake, his hand way bigger than his, “nice to meet you mr. wang” he responds with a smile. “i’m lee minhyuk” one of them bows and is followed by the other dad, “and i’m lee hoseok”, ’fuck they’re so big’ yn thinks, “i’m son hyunwoo, nice to meet you” he also extends his hands for him to shook. lastly the one remaining spoke, “i’m choi minho, a pleasure” his big calloused hand clasping together with yn’s but this wasn’t a normal handshake, the older’s finger grazed lightly on yn’s wrist, making him feel… something, that also paired with his piercing gaze made yn feel small.
the meeting concluded and yn felt relieved, almost one hour trapped in the room surrounded by big strong men, smelling their musky scents and refined perfumes. it was somewhat intoxicating for him –considering his love for older men. thankfully it’s the weekend now and he doesn’t have to see them until the next reunion… right?
MONDAY
the day went on as it normally is, except that yn was notified that one of the dads would come after class to talk to him. “what did i do?” he mumbles to himself trying to remember if he did something bad but nothing comes to mind. the door opens, “hello mr. ln” it was minho, “hi sir, how’s your day going?”, “good but it could’ve been better”, he sits on the couch that was in the room, manspreading his legs right in front of yn. yn gulps –feeling nervous– “why’s that?” he asks, acting calmly, “my job has been stressing me a lot lately” he speaks, something is lace in his tone but yn can’t quite put the finger on it, “so?” curiosity getting the best out of yn. “you’re cute” he says out of nowhere leaving yn bewildered, not knowing what to do or say”.
minho stands up walking towards yn who remains sitting. he comes near him putting his hand on yn’s shoulder and the other on his cheek, his thumb grazing gently the other’s lower lip, “and i like me something cute” he winks, his thumb entering yn’s mouth to play with his tongue. “b-but mr… choi” yn tries to protest but minho denies him, “tsk tsk don’t say anything just accept it”. yn’s eyes become glassy, tears pooling on them while gagging on minho’s fingers, he was introducing yn by one inside him. “you’re quite experienced on this” he mumbles.
“don’t you have a wife mr. choi?” submissiveness taking over his body, this was too hot and sexy to not want more, “shush she doesn’t have to know” he smirks sinisterly.
yn was now kneeling in front of the couch, sucking on minho’s cock leaving it all slobbery. his tie was on yn’s neck and he uses it as a leash. “come on, you can do more than this” he pulls on the tie, gaining a choked moan out of the other’s lips. yn puts his hands on minho’s thighs to get leverage. every time minho would pull the tie harder and harder, yn was sure it would leave marks on his neck. “choke on it bitch” he mutters quite angry locking yn’s head with his thighs to make him deepthroat his cock. he left yn like that for some seconds, releasing him seconds later for him to breath, “fuck yeah look at this” he cups yn’s chin on his hand, his thumb grazing over yn’s glossy lips –coated in spit and precum– “aren’t you a pretty motherfucker?” weeping yn’s tears, “come here”.
yn was on top of his desk, sitting in a kneeling position, his assspread open for minho to rail him like the good bitch he has been. his cock hitting all the right places inside yn. his back arched thanks to the strong tug minho has on the tie, not so strong to choke him but neither so weak, just the right amount to let some oxygen go to his breath. yn felt dizzy, his brain turned into mush, “who would’ve thought this tight pussy would be so good” minho’s hand sneaking on yn’s torso to pinch one of his nipples, “tell me what you want” he demanded. seeing how yn was responsive he tugged more at the tie, his back perfectly arched, his back pressed against minho’s big and firm chest, “answer me hoe”. “C-CUMM” yn yelled, “give me.. give me cum pl-please” he was begging at this point, wanting to get over with it. “ good bitch” minho grabs yn’s head pushing it back for him to spit on his mouth and kiss him. a few sloppy thrusts later he came, his cock throbbing on yn’s ass while the latter was swallowing his feral grunts, lips locked between them, also minho tugged as harder as ever with every spurt of his spooge going inside the teacher.
he gets dressed and gets ready to leave, “who’s a good bitch” he spanks one of yn glutes making it bounce. he gets closer again towards yn introducing his thumb in the cum-coated hole while grabbing him by the neck with the other hand, his face on the right side whispering a “this is not the last time” on his ear. “see you next time mr. ln” he waves a goodbye sucking the thumb that was inside yn, his gaze was scary but sexy at the same time, like a feral animal in heat. “what just happened…” yn mutters defeated on his desk.
TUESDAY
yn was on his lunch break when the sound of a notification pulled him out of his trance, an unknown number, he opened it and looked at the picture, it was mr. wang one of the parents of his students. the message reads: *i need to talk to you*, “weird” he thought –recalling yesterday's events, his body shaking at the memory. he replied to the message, waiting eagerly for his reply, *this is the address where i work, i’ll wait for you*, seeing how the place was relatively close and he had an hour left he decided to go.
“hello mr. ln” he greets, hugging yn –his hand weirdly placed on yn’s butt. ‘just as he told us’ jackson says in his head. “take a seat please”, yn nods and obeys. “so why did you message me mr. wang?”, “oh please call me jackson, no need for formalities with me. i supposed i can call you yn?”. yn stays still for mere seconds, just staring at jackson’s open shirt –showing his defined chest. “y-yeah”.
“okay yn” he stands up, walking around his desk until he’s right behind yn, both hands placed on his shoulders. yn feels something poking at his back, “i told you to come here because..” he sighs, “you’re handsome. and i can’t help but to take a piece of you”. at this point yn realizes that jackson’s bulge is the thing poking his back –he shamelessly humps his back, putting pressure on yn’s shoulders to keep him still. “b-but sir.. y-your wife?” yn tries to reason with him not wanting to be with another married man. “i’m divorced” yn felt like the preoccupation he was carrying was lifted off of his shoulders, but still he can’t do this, or he can? after all, he's single right now.
yn’s lips wrapped taut on jackson’s thick cock, he struggled to swallow it all but nonetheless he kept on doing it, his tongue swirling on the other’s head and playing with his foreskin, the musky cologne making him feel dizzy. drool seeping out of his mouth every time he opens it to swallow more inches, like a hungry cockwhore. on occasions jackson would introduce his thumb to one side of his mouth to open it more. the top grabs yn’s head to mouthfuck him, jabbing his cock in faster thrusts that reach deep inside yn’s throat, turning it into his onahole for his own pleasure, a newly acquired sex toy for him to use whenever he wants.
yn’s ass hoped on jackson’s length, his hips rocking in circle motions while being balls deep with the other’s meat, “damn man, you’re boypussy is much more tight than i was told” slips from jackson’s mouth, “than you were told?” yn tries to question him more but jackson puts both his fingers on each side of his mouth as a way to push yn back to meet his thrusts, in consequence, fucking him harder than before. “shut up and just focus on pleasuring my cock”.
jackson’s shaft filled yn’s hole perfectly and the latter hugs it so tightly, not letting it go “fuck! you are going to rip my dick off”, he rambled, “you’re doing a good job with that hole of yours. wanna be my pocket pussy?” he’s grazing yn’s neck and torso, “what do you say?” he insisted, “being alone is boring, using my hand all day is not it you know. and your boypussy is the perfect size for me, look at it swallowing all..so naughty” he spanks yn. jackson pushes yn’s back towards his body, being a perfect position for him to move his hips slowly to pleasure yn and shower his neck with kisses and a little hickey right in the middle. “mind if i cum inside?” he asks for permission, “n-no do please. empty all your cum in me”. jackson cums, dick throbbing with every load shooted inside the other, his body jolting in pleasure while yn squirmed, feeling the warm liquid coat his insides, “so good” he whimpers, throwing his head back, tired. “i’ll lay you on the couch while i clean this mess. can’t leave my office reeking of cum and sex haha”. yn looks at his watch to see there’s only 15 minutes left, “i c-can’t i need to work”. “don’t worry i already talked with the principal and told him that you were discussing something with me so you have the afternoon free” he winked at him, who closed his eyes, falling asleep.
WEDNESDAY
“and that's all for today, students class is over”, they all cheered, gathering their backpacks to leave the classroom as soon as possible. yn did the same leaving the classroom and locking the door immediately after. he turned around to find hoseok greeting his kid – he's probably the most muscular of all the fathers. “oh hey mr. yn”, “hey mr. lee” he greeted back, “baby can you do me a favor and wait for me in my car, mom's there, i have to talk with your teacher”, the little kid nodded running to met with her mom.
‘the fucking talk, why all of them say the same shit”, at this point yn was suspecting something was happening with all of them, it's strange that three of them come here to talk to him back to back with two of them ending fucking his brains out. “i'm sorry i have to go to the restroom” he walks past him but is followed by the big man. yn enters a stall and waits there to see if the dad would enter the restroom too –and he did. “mr. yn don't be like that” he loosely unties the knot of his tie and discards his jacket, wearing only the white button shirt underneath that hugs his muscular body so well that if he flexes it would probably rip. “i don't have much time left, get out of there”. “i'm pissing” yn replies quickly. hoseok frowns waiting until the other is done with his necessities, that were obviously fake because not a single sound was heard.
the heat started to get unbearable for both, more for yn who was inside the stall, “fuck!” he pushes the door open just to find the other man shirtless, using the white shirt as a fan to cool himself down, sweat beads caressing his toned torso and firm big pecs. ‘like what you see?” he mutters seeing how yn just stood there with his mouth agape, “do something about it then”. it was like something else possessed him, yn threw himself towards hoseok, latching his lips on his nipples. “why were you playing hard to get. we both know you like getting dicked down by married men”, yn looks at him with doe eyes, shaking his head in a no motion. “no need to lie with me” he grabs the back of yn's head to push him harder against his chest, “don't stop until they're red and hard” yn nodded, using his other hand to knead on the other peck, pinching and flicking his fingers on the other bud, that begged for attention too.
“good” hoseok praises seeing how his nipples were swollen thanks to yn's sucking. “my turn” he utters pulling down yn's pants and boxer at once, making him put a leg on the counter while the other remained stretched –touching the floor. “i'm paying back the favor with this little friend here” he blows some air towards yn's hole making it clench on nothing, “won't stop either until it's all puffy and red” he immediately buries his face in between the other's glutes. his tongue licking long stripes, circling around the tight rim of muscles, leaving it coated in thick saliva. “let's make this pretty hole slick. it need it for later” he says as he spats on it prodding his fingers on it every time to make sure some saliva coats his insides too.
the puckered hole clenched on hoseok's tongue, he takes it as a way for him to say that he wanted more than that and who was he to deny him the pleasure of feeling his length inside him. “give me your cock” yn moaned, “your tongue does wonders but i need more. also someone's waiting for you out there”. with no warning hoseok puts it in and start to thrusts immediately, “tighter than my wife's” he expresses, his hand sneaking to find yn's mouth to cover it and muffle his moans while the other remained on his hips, nails turning white due to the strong grip he has on him. same thing happening to yn, his knuckles turning white when he grabbed the counter, trying to endure the top's feral thrusts.
suddenly the phone rings, it was hoseok's wife, he makes a “shh” sign towards the mirror for yn to see and he nodded, using one of his hands to put more pressure on hoseok's hand that was already covering his mouth. “hey” he says, “are you done with the meeting? our daughter is getting bored, she wants to go home and sleep”, “yes yes honey” even though the pace of the thrust calmed down he still gave each one hard, his stiff hard cock pummeling his walls, “i'm just finishing some details with mr. ln and that's all, wait a bit more”, “okay love, i love you” to which he responds with a “love you too” hanging up. “you heard, we don't have much time left, move that ass and make me cum” he spanks him, making the bottom roll his eyes.
hoseok’s right hand placed on yn's left glute, grabbing a fistful of it, his nails buried on them –he use it as a way to make yn meet hus thrusts. “do you want my seed, mr. yn?” his breath tickling the back of yn’s flushed neck. “tell me…”, he leaned on top of yn's body, his weight and muscles pressing against him. hoseok's cock brushes yn's prostate in continuos jabs that made him cum hands-free.
“please i can't anymore” yn rolled his eyes back. “i won't stop until your filled to the brim with my seed”, hoseok pushes yn's head against the mirror, his breath making the reflective surface become foggy with drool spilling on it. hoseok finally grunted like a wild animal, his hips pistoning against yn's ass with every rope of cum he shooted inside the other. “fuck yeah. that's what i'm talking about” both hands gripping hard on each side of yn's hips, his body finishing to ride his high –dick still buried inside yn. “come here” he turns yn's head towards him to kiss him, “this won't be our last time” he slaps his cheek lightly but then spanks him hard on the ass, the sound echoing in the empty place, his red handprint starting to appear on it. he stayed on the bathroom counter, sighing and trying to regain some strenght.
THURSDAY
yn was walking outside the kindergarten, when he crossed the entrance minhyuk was there, back against the wall with his kid on the side, “hey” he said. yn turns his head to his side to see him there. minhyuk hands him a card with the name of a motel on it, “6 PM” he was about to leave but yn stops him, looking at him confused, “what?”.
“what what?” minhyuk retorts, annoyed, “why do you give me this?” –yn asks confused. minhyuk sends his kid to enter his car, “don't act confused” he laughs “you're that type of whores who loves to act like they're not but walk around with a gaping hole dripping with cum”. “pardon me?” yn starts to get annoyed but then his face turn pale when minhyuk shows him his phone, in the screen was a video of him being fucked by hoseok on the bathroom, “how did you get that?” he tried to snatch his phone but failed, “if you want me to delete it go to that place, 6 PM, room 13, we're gonna have so much fun” he grabs his bulge in front of him, “it's big, how whores like you like it” he winks and leaves. yn stood there not knowing what to do, then unexpectedly a quite scary grin appears, his face turning dark and serious “if you wanted to fuck just say it dammit. these dilfs would become my perdition” his face turning red, legs pressed together trying to hide a growing erection “dreams come true indeed” he laughs to himself walking towards his house, quite catching what was happening with the dads and him.
“it’s too obvious they’re all somehow connected to this, i mean they’re friends after all… might be some type of challenge their horny asses made” yn hisses at his phone, on the other side of the line was jungwoo, hearing his friend’s fuckventures. “so what are you going to do about it?. are you going to report them or something?”. “nah man, it’s a game i can play too” he laughs, “i get my fun now then i’ll see what to do”. “don’t get your slutty ass into trouble yn” jungwoo warns but the other shrugs, “don’t worry jungwoooo” he slurs the last vowel –gaining an annoyed scowl from him who just hung up the phone.
he knocks on the door, standing outside room 13 waiting for it to be opened. seconds later the door creaks open, there was minhyuk with just a rob on, no signs of underwear either, applying some body oil on his chiseled abs and huge pecs, the dim light of the room making them shine. “come in” he yanks yn and throws towards the bed, “let’s see what are you made of” he expresses.
sex toys were scattered around yn’s handcuffed and blindfolded form –each hand on each side of the bedpost– legs spreaded open wide with his hole being teased with a pink dildo with some textures on its shaft, minhyuk pours some lube directly on yn’s hole and introduces his digits one at first and then two –moving them in a scissoring motion, trying to stretch him. after a considerable amount of fingering –or so he thought– minhyuk pushes the tip of the dildo inside the other, eliciting a moan from him. the texture of it scrapping yn’s insides, a sensation he has never felt before, “are you enjoying it?” minhyuk asks but not a single word comes out of the other’s mouth, just moans that he tries to swallow, not letting the other know if he was enjoying it or not. “a bit bratty hmm?” his hand picks up the pace, pushing in and out the texture dildo with a lot of speed. yn’s body spasmed in pleasure, he tried to press together his thighs but minhyuk –way stronger than him,didn’t let him do that, “you should've responded before when i asked you. bad boys deserved to be punished”.
suddenly the older stopped with the merciless thrusts, drool coming out of yn’s open mouth –his mind racing with thoughts of what was going to happen next, was he going to be rougher?, another toy?. he feels something wrapping around his dick it was… tape and what he felt like a solid object with a stretched ovoid shape, then something similar is pushed inside him, then the dildo again is put inside. “what are you doi-” a sudden shock turned yn into a moaning mess –his dick and hole were being stimulated at the same time with vibrators. guttural moans and whimpers filled the room, “yeah? that’s what i like when bitches are very vocal while getting railed”, his hard cock forming a tent on the rob, eager to taste that hole, it was leaking incredible beads of precumm, guess he’s not able to ‘practice’ this with a lot of people… maybe he has found his perfect match?.
he pumped his dick while staring at yn, seeing his form squirm in pleasurable pain makes him lick his lips, he felt so good right now that if keeps jerking off he surely would explode and make a mess of cum in the room. the vibration were at the maximum setting, yn can’t form a single word, feeling overstimulated –his brain fogged with lust.
then the vibrations stopped but as soon as it did yn’s dick spurted big ropes of cum painting his torso and even parts of his face, “you can deny all you want but your body says the truth, you’re enjoying this” minhyuk murmurs. pulling out the vibrators he then introduces a set of anal beads, each of the balls swallowed by the gaping hole until it’s only the pullin cord left outside, yn was getting ready for him to pull it out all by once but nothing happened –until he just feels minhyuk ramming his dick inside the already stuffed hole, the tip of his dick pushing further and further the beads, slicking them in precum. “y-you are a psy…psycho” yn manages to speak again, “fu…cking sadist”. minhyuk laughs tsking, “but you love it, don’t you?”.
his hips never stopped pistoning into yn’s hole, it grips on the thick shaft tightly as if in doing so it would milk him quickly, but minhyuk was a beast not only for his well-defined body but because he has a lot of stamina so he can lasts hours on bed. this was a problem for him because he barely met people who can match his lustful nights but he’s seeing that yn is holding on good –a good sign. his hips moved on their own at this point, focused only on the pleasure yn was giving him. the top uncuffed yn but with his left hand he hold ‘em together pushing them above yn’s head while with the other he removed the blindfold. yn’s eyes glassy and red, tears smeared around them, he wiped them –whispering a quiet beautiful proceeding to kiss him.
his hips rocked a few times more until his cum flooded the stuffed hole of the other, minhyuk pulls out –his shaft covered in thickish cum— he spreaded yn’s legs to see him pushing out the beads by himself one by one, with the help of the cum acting as a lube that helped them slip out easily. “looking at this gaping boypussy squirting these balls and my cum made me so horny again”. minhyuk pulls out the remaining beads and quickly puts his dick inside again, jabbing his dick quickly. oh boy this is going to be a long night for yn.
FRIDAY
“it’s so late and daddy isn’t coming” the little kid said with a bored expression, he was standing out og the gates beside yn –her father was supposed to be there to pick her up and take her home, 20 minutes later and he was nowhere to be found. “where do you live?” yn asks her. “it’s like very far away from here” she sighs and then told him by singing a little song, “my mommy said that if i ever get lost i could remember our address by singing this song”. “cute. you did so well” yn compliments her, “i’ll take you home then”. yn and the kid took a bus that passed near their neighbourhood. “i wonder why daddy didn’t came for me” she says with a sad pout, “he’s maybe just too busy” yn responds, “oh right, let me call him” yn takes the phone out of his pocket, searching on his contacts the name hyunwoo.
“hello?” yn speaks, his greeting being answered on the other side of the line, “sorry mr. hyunwoo i’m yn, your daughter’s teacher”. “yeah i know” he answers, “tell her i’m already near the kindergarten, i lost the track of time due to my work”. “don’t worry mr. son, i took a bus with her and we’re heading home now. she was just eager to see her mom so i decided to help her get home, sorry” yn mumbles that last word. “ooh it’s okay then, i’m going towards there right now. tell her i’m very very sorry that this won't happen again… tell her i love her so much”, “i’ll do it don’t worry”, he hangs up and proceeds to communicate hyunwoo’s words to her daughter, her mood lifting a bit after hearing it. they got out of the bus and walked towards her house –grabbing their hands, she’s jumpin’ happily while yn looks around, stunned to see such big houses with pretty gardens and bushes it’s like a neighbourhood that came out of a luxurious tv show, “so beautiful” he exclaims, amazed by it…
minutes later hyunwoo arrives at home, apologizing to his wife and daughter and offering yn to take him home, as a token of gratitude. the ride was silent until hyunwoo decided to break the silence, “you know i’ve been hearing things about you”, he looked to see any reaction out of yn but he didn’t move, nothing –he wasn’t fazed at all. it’s weird hyunwoo thinks, he should’ve said or done something, he’s not nervous… it’s like he doesn’t care at all.
“if you want to fuck me just say it. there’s no need for all that foreplay act” yn bluntly says. hyunwoo eyebrows arched in surprise –he thought this was going to be hard but it isn’t. yn knew that this was coming, he has been fucked these part four days by his student’s fathers, there’s obviously some messed up shit tangled on this events, and he just accepted it –it’s a win for him at the end of the day.
hyunwoo gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand, while the other found it’s way to yn’s thigh, “okay” he gripped it tightly too. he drives near a secluded area, turning off the engine of the car –he pulls a lever that made yn’s eat to lean back, he swiftly undoes the seat belt and then pins his hands above his head, “prep’d already or do i just put it in?” he asks. “your friends have been prepping this hole these past days for you to use… i think you can just put it in. appreciate it if it’s lubed tho”. “backseat, now!” hyunwoo demands.
hyunwoo undoes his buttoned up shirt, letting yn see his chiseled body and huge pecs –”oh god” yn utters, kneading the chest muscles, grabbing a fistful of them and laying with the nipples, all meanwhile hyunwoo pulls out his pants and slicks his cock with saliva. he unzips yn’s trousers and pulls them down, along with his underwear, his big fingers grazing the skin of his ass and circling them around his hole, that pulsates with every touch. their mouths clashed, the kiss was rough, teeth clashing as hyunwoo takes the lead, his hand roaming under yn’s shirt while the other fingerfucked him – three fingers inside, moving in a scissoring motion, showing that he indeed didn’t need to prep him. the scent of hyunwoo’s manly musk plus the mix of sweat and leather filled the car, the windows became foggy thanks to it. inch by inch hyunwoo’s cock went inside yn, he also nipped at his neck leaving some little marks on it –yn whined, he was already missing the sensation of having a cock up his ass but thankfully hyunwoo was pleasing him right now.
hyunwoo thrusts hard –causing the car to move– hyunwoo’s full weight pressed against yn, folded in a mating press. the back seat’s leather slicked in their sweat, making the surface sloppy, their bodies flushed against each other, fulfilling their questionable pleasures. hyunwoo wasn’t gentle, he was fucking him like it was a primal instinct, raw and rough, his big and veiny arms positioned on each side of yn, caging him while his hips didn’t stopped jabbing at his hole, he would stop some times to spit more on his shaft and slick yn’s hole in the process too –same spit tha would come out of his ass every time the top pulls out, causing a pool of it to form on the seat, the cycle repeating again with hyunwoo spitting once again.
yn melted, his heart racing, craving every single caress and word from hyunwoo. he fucks rough but there’s a tenderness hidden on his caresses, the way his hands moves and touches every inch of the bottom’s body is completely different on what he does down there. his thumb circled around both of yn’s sensitive nipples, mouths never leaving each other –they spent the whole time kissing, hyunwoo’s tongue did wonders inside yn’s mouth, his lips felt like heaven when they’re pressed on yn’s skin. hyunwoo made sure to bury his cock deep every time he goes inside, yn felt cockdrunked, begging hyunwoo to go harder, deeper, rougher.
windows foggy with hand prints, seats drenched in sweat filling the car with musk of sex. hyunwoo bottomed out one last time, balls deep before flooding yn with his thick spooge, a loud growl accompanied with curses and moans rumbled on yn's ears –it surprised him how vocal he was while cumming. “fuck that was something!” he spoke after riding his high, his cock slipping out with a pop sound, he then fingerfucked the cum back inside “make sure to not waste a single drop. don't know when's gonna be the next time”, he grins.
—
“how’s the job going?. is it good?” jungwoo spoke to his friend, on the other side of the call, yn answered –weirdly “hmm.. yeah it is hngh!… i-ahhh i'm enjoying it” he managed to mutter. “are you ok, yn?” worry laced on jungwoo's tone, “i am, just… i stubbed my toe and hurts like… hell”.
jungwoo chuckles, “silly yn tsk tsk. be careful next time” he hangs up shaking his head playfully “so clumsy” he murmurs.
yn hangs up too, saliva dripping on the phone's screen, “good boy, you did so well” jackson praised, “you deserve another one” he then proceeds to put his cock near yn's mouth that was already being filled with hoseok's. “we're so lucky to finally meet a whore that can handle us all. he has such a hungry pussy and mouth” minhyuk uttered, his cock pummeling its way inside yn's ass along with minho's.
“now i need to find a hole to put mine” hyunwoo voiced, “put inside his hungry boypussy, bet he can take three at the time” hoseok expressed. “you're right, let's see how i'll make it fit” hyunwoo excitedly went near minho and minhyuk, thinking of ways and positions to put his dick inside their new pretty sex toy.
Late Night Session
Shownu x Reader | Idol x English Coach
Mature | Explicit | MDNI
After years of remote English coaching, an in-person meeting during an American press tour leads to an intense, boundary-crossing night between you and Monsta X's leader, Shownu.
Part 2
The green room was a cacophony of stylists, managers, and the low hum of nerves that came with a major American press tour. You stood near a craft services table, clutching a bottle of water like a lifeline, your eyes scanning the chaotic space with the quiet observance that had made you so good at your job. For more than four years, you had known these men as pixelated faces on your laptop screen, as voices transmitted through headphones during late-night Zoom sessions where you corrected their vowel sounds and helped them navigate the tricky waters of English idioms. You had developed a rhythm with them, a professional intimacy built on lag times and connection errors.
Nothing could have prepared you for the reality of Shownu walking through that door.
The first thing that struck you was the sheer size of him. On screen, you had appreciated his athletic build, the way his shoulders filled the frame, but seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. He wasn't just tall; he occupied space in a way that made the high-ceilinged green room feel suddenly smaller. His grey t-shirt stretched across his chest, and you could see the defined muscle underneath, the result of years of rigorous dance training and gym sessions you had heard about during your coaching conversations.
He spotted you immediately. You watched his expression shift—recognition dawning, followed by something else, something that made your stomach flip.
You instinctively straightened, fighting the urge to smooth your hair or check your outfit. You had dressed carefully for this trip, your first in-person meeting with the group after years of remote coaching. A simple cream-colored blouse and dark jeans, your hair falling loose around your shoulders in soft waves. You had wanted to look professional yet approachable, the same balance you struck during your video sessions. But standing here now, in the presence of a man who had been nothing more than a handsome talking head for years, you felt suddenly aware of how small you were. How delicate your frame must appear next to his solid, muscular presence.
He didn't bow. That was the first thing that surprised you. On every video call, Shownu had been unfailingly polite, offering a formal bow at the start and end of each session. But here, in person, he bypassed that professional distance entirely.
He walked straight toward you.
"Coach," he said, and his voice was deeper than it had ever been through your speakers. It resonated in his chest, a low rumble that you felt as much as heard.
"Shownu-ssi," you managed, your own voice coming out softer than you intended.
He stopped in front of you, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. Those dark, intense eyes that you had only ever seen through a camera lens. They were even more piercing now, studying your face with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.
"You look different in person," he murmured trying his best to impress you with his English, and then his hand was on your shoulder.
The touch was simple, grounding. His palm was warm and heavy, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of your blouse. It was a gesture that could have been friendly, professional even, if not for the way his thumb brushed against the side of your neck, a whisper of contact that sent electricity skittering down your spine.
"You too," you breathed. "You're… bigger than I expected."
A corner of his mouth lifted. That subtle, deadpan humor you had come to adore during your sessions. "Internet doesn't do me justice?"
The laugh that escaped you was genuine, surprised. "I guess not."
His hand lingered for a moment longer before he reluctantly pulled away, but something had shifted between you. You could feel it in the charged air, in the way his gaze kept drifting back to you.
The other members trickled in one by one, each reacting to your presence with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Kihyun was first, bowing deeply before pulling you into a warm hug. "Finally meeting our famous coach in person!" His grin was infectious, though you caught his eyes flickering toward Shownu’s possessive hand still resting on your shoulder.
Changkyun sauntered in next, all lazy confidence and smirking lips. "Well, well," he drawled, eyes raking over you with the same flirtatious energy he’d perfected during your sessions. "You’re even prettier off-screen coach."
Jooheon bounded in like a puppy, nearly knocking you over with his enthusiastic hug. "You’re here! You’re really here!" His excitement was endearing.
Minhyuk arrived last, his sharp eyes missing nothing as he took in the way Shownu hovered close. "Ah," he said, lips curling knowingly. "So this is why our leader was so insistent on in-person coaching." His wink was downright mischievous before he leaned in, whispering just loud enough for Shownu to hear, "Good luck."
Shownu’s jaw clenched, but you caught the faintest blush creeping up his neck. The members exchanged glances—some amused, some surprised—before dispersing, leaving you alone again with the man whose touch still burned through your blouse.
The day was a whirlwind of interviews and press obligations. You stayed in the wings during each appearance, a silent support system for when they needed a quick pronunciation check or a reminder about a particular phrase. But it was Shownu who kept seeking you out. After every English answer he gave, his eyes would find yours in the wings, searching for validation, for that small nod of approval you had trained him to look for during your sessions.
Each time you gave it, something warm and proud flickered in his expression.
Between interviews, he would find reasons to be near you. A question about a word, a comment about the interviewer, a quiet observation about the studio. You noticed the way the other members exchanged glances, particularly Changkyun, whose flirtations during your video sessions had been legendary among the group. But even he seemed to recognize that something was different today. That Shownu was staking a claim.
By the time the sun set over the LA skyline, you were exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with being on a trip. Your skin felt hyperaware, your senses heightened from hours of covert glances and charged silences.
The luxury hotel in West Hollywood was a welcome sight after the chaos of the studio. The group had checked in earlier that day, their rooms spread across the top floors with sweeping views of the city. You had been given a room on a lower floor, appropriate for staff, and you had just changed into comfortable clothes—a loose tank top and cotton shorts—when your phone buzzed.
A text from an unfamiliar number.
It's Shownu. Hyunwoo. I got your number from Kihyun. Can we have a face-to-face session? We have a radio interview tomorrow morning and I'm nervous about the acoustic segment.
Your thumb hovered over the screen. A private session. In his suite. At nearly eleven o'clock at night.
Every professional instinct you had screamed that this was crossing a line. But then you thought about his face during the interviews today, the way he had looked at you with such intensity. The way his hand had felt on your shoulder. The low rumble of his voice when he had said you looked different in person.
I'll be there in ten minutes, you typed.
His suite was on the top floor. The hallway was quiet, most of the members probably already crashed from jet lag, when you knocked softly on his door.
He answered almost immediately, as if he had been standing right there.
His hair was damp from a shower, and he had changed into a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The fabric was thin enough that you could see the outline of his chest muscles, the definition of his shoulders, the V-shape of his torso disappearing into the waistband of his pants.
"Coach," he said, stepping aside to let you in. "Thank you for coming."
"Of course," you managed, your voice slightly breathless.
The suite was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the glittering LA skyline. The lights of the city cast a warm glow through the room, illuminating the couch where he gestured for you to sit.
"Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
He settled onto the couch beside you, closer than strictly necessary. You could smell him now—clean soap, a hint of cedar, and something warm underneath that was purely him. The heat radiating off his body was palpable in the small space between you.
"So," you said, pulling out your tablet. "The acoustic segment. What specifically are you worried about?"
"There's a lyric," he said, his voice low. He shifted, angling his body toward you. "I can never get the vowel sound right. The 'a' in 'heart.' It always comes out too flat."
"Ah, yes. The silent 'r' issue. We've worked on that."
"But never in person." His dark eyes fixed on you. "I think better in person. I learn better when I can… observe."
You blinked, confused. "Observe?"
"Your mouth," he said, and the words sent heat rushing to your cheeks. "The shape of your lips when you make the sounds. On video, it's different. There's a lag. I can't see small movements."
"That's… that's actually a valid point," you managed, your professionalism barely holding steady. "The visual component is important for phonetics."
"So show me."
You swallowed hard. "Okay. Say the line for me."
He recited the lyric, his deep voice filling the small space. His pronunciation was good, but the 'a' sound was indeed too flat, lacking the open quality that gave the word its emotional resonance.
"You're closing your throat too early," you explained. "The 'a' in 'heart' needs to be more open. Like this."
You demonstrated, exaggerating the movement of your lips.
Shownu leaned in closer, his eyes locked on your mouth with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Again," he murmured.
You repeated the sound, hyperaware of how close he was. Close enough that you could see the individual lashes framing his dark eyes. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.
He tried the sound, his voice dropping lower.
"Better," you said, your own voice coming out slightly strangled. "But watch."
You demonstrated again, and this time, when you finished, he didn't look away.
"During the pandemic," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper, "your voice in my headphones was the only thing I looked forward to."
The confession hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning.
"Shownu…"
"Hyunwoo," he corrected softly. "When we're like this. Call me Hyunwoo."
"Hyunwoo," you breathed, and saying his name felt like crossing a threshold.
He reached out then, his hand lifting toward your face. You watched, frozen, as his thumb brushed against your lower lip, the pad of his finger warm and slightly rough against the sensitive skin.
"I need to see the shape," he murmured, but the words were barely a pretext now. His thumb pressed against your lip, pulling it down slightly, and you felt the touch like a brand. "I need to understand how you make the sounds."
"Hyunwoo, we shouldn't…"
"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice dropping to that low rumble that vibrated through your entire body. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But I've been thinking about this for years. About you. About what it would be like to be in the same room as you, to see you without a screen between us."
His thumb traced along your lower lip, slowly, deliberately. His eyes followed the movement with an intensity that made your skin prickle with awareness.
"I can't," you whispered. "I can't tell you to stop."
The words were barely out of your mouth before he was leaning in, closing the small distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and demanding, his hand sliding from your lip to cup your jaw, tilting your head back.
You melted into him, your hands finding the solid muscle of his chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. You opened for him, and the taste of him—clean, warm, distinctly male—flooded your senses.
A soft sound escaped your throat, and he answered with a low groan that vibrated through you.
When he finally pulled back, you were both breathing heavily. His dark eyes were nearly black in the low light, filled with an intensity that made your stomach clench with anticipation.
"I've wanted this," he rasped, his thumb brushing your swollen lower lip again. "Wanted you. Since the first time I heard your voice."
"Shownu… Hyunwoo," you corrected yourself, and his name on your lips made something flash in his eyes.
"Again," he murmured, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "Say my name again."
"Hyunwoo."
His breath shuddered out, and his hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tugged gently, tilting your head back, exposing the column of your throat.
"You have no idea," he whispered against your pulse point, his lips brushing the sensitive skin, "what you do to me. How many nights I thought about this voice. This skin." His teeth grazed your throat, and you gasped. "These lips."
His free hand found your waist, his grip firm and possessive as he pulled you closer. You went willingly, shifting until you were nearly in his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs on the couch.
The new position brought you flush against him, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts. The sensation sent a jolt of heat straight through you.
"Feel what you do to me," he growled against your throat, his hips shifting slightly, creating friction that made you both groan.
"Hyunwoo, we should—the session—"
"Fuck the session," he muttered, and the curse in his deep voice, so contrary to his usual polite demeanor, made arousal pool in your belly.
His hands slid under the hem of your tank top, his palms hot against the bare skin of your waist. He traced the curve of your ribs, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.
"I need to see you," he said, pulling back to meet your eyes. "All of you. I've been looking at a head and shoulders for years. I want the full picture."
Your breath caught at the raw desire in his voice. You nodded slowly, giving him permission.
His hands lifted your tank top over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you bare from the waist up except for the thin lace of your bra. His eyes drank you in, his gaze a physical caress that made you feel both exposed and desired.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice reverent. "Even more than I imagined."
He reached behind you, unclasping your bra with a dexterity that spoke to experience. The garment fell away, and you fought the urge to cover yourself.
"Don't," he said, reading your movement. His hands captured your wrists, gently guiding them away. "Don't hide from me. I want to see everything."
The LA skyline glittered behind him, and you realized with a start that you were half-naked in the suite of one of K-pop's biggest stars, about to cross every professional boundary you had ever set for yourself.
And you didn't care.
"Touch me," you whispered, and the words were like a key unlocking something in him.
His hands swept up your sides, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. The sensation made you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.
"So responsive," he murmured, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. "I knew you would be. I could hear it in your voice during our sessions. That soft, melodic quality. I wondered if you'd sound like this when you were turned on."
"Hyunwoo, please…"
"Please what?" He nipped at the curve of your neck, his hands continuing their torturous exploration of your body. "Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it."
"I want you to touch me. I want—" you gasped as his thumb circled your nipple. "I want your hands on me. Everywhere."
His smile against your skin was pure satisfaction. "That," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest, "I can definitely do."
His mouth replaced one of his hands, his tongue swirling around your nipple while his other hand continued to knead and tease. You clutched at his shoulders, your fingers digging into the hard muscle, your head falling back as pleasure spiked through you.
The sound you made was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and he answered with a groan of his own, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.
"You sound even better than I imagined," he said, lifting his head to meet your eyes. His lips were swollen, his eyes dark with desire. "And I imagined this a lot."
He shifted then, his hands gripping your hips as he stood from the couch in one fluid motion, lifting you with him as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your core pressing against the hard length of him through his sweatpants.
"The bedroom," he said against your ear, his breath hot. "I need more room for what I want to do to you."
He carried you through the suite, your back pressing against the wall beside the bedroom door as he paused to kiss you deeply. His hips ground against yours, the friction making you both gasp.
"Four years," he growled against your lips. "Four years of wanting you. I'm going to make up for every second of that wait."
He laid you down on the crisp white hotel sheets like you were something precious, something he'd waited too long to finally hold. The LA skyline painted golden stripes across his face through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a moment, he just stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at you with those dark, intense eyes.
"I want to take my time with you," he said, his voice rough. "I've imagined this for too long to rush."
You reached for the hem of your shorts, but he caught your wrist, his grip gentle but firm.
"Let me," he said.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of your cotton shorts, dragging them down your hips excruciatingly slowly. The cool air hit your newly exposed skin, making you shiver. He paused to press his lips to your hip bone, his breath warm against the sensitive skin there.
"So soft," he murmured against your skin. "I used to wonder about that. During our sessions. What your skin would feel like."
He tossed your shorts somewhere behind him and reached for the thin lace of your underwear. His thumbs traced the line where fabric met flesh, mapping you with agonizing patience.
"Hyunwoo, please—"
"Patience, coach." A ghost of a smile. "You've taught me that, haven't you? Good things take time."
He peeled the lace down your legs, and then you were completely bare before him. Completely exposed. You fought the urge to reach for a pillow, a sheet—anything to shield yourself from his intense gaze.
As if sensing your instinct, his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. "You're beautiful. Everywhere."
He lowered himself over you, his clothed chest pressing against your naked skin, and kissed you deeply. You could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants, the thick length of him pressing against your thigh. The friction made you gasp into his mouth.
"Feel what you do to me," he groaned, rolling his hips slightly.
"Your turn," you whispered against his lips, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. "Fair's fair."
He pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid motion, and you finally saw all of him—the broad, heavily muscled chest, defined abdomen, the V of his hips disappearing into his sweatpants. Years of dance training had sculpted him into something almost unfair.
"My God," you breathed.
A flush crept up his neck. "I'm not that—"
"You are." You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath warm skin. "You definitely are."
He ducked his head to press open-mouthed kisses along your throat, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. Each touch left a trail of heat. Your back arched off the mattress when his mouth found your nipple, his tongue swirling in slow circles.
"Hyunwoo…"
"I like hearing my name on your lips," he murmured against your skin. "Say it again."
"Hyunwoo. Please."
He kissed his way down your stomach, his shoulders pushing your thighs apart as he settled between them. The first touch of his mouth on your core was gentle—almost reverent. A teasing sweep of his tongue that made you fist the sheets.
"I've wondered about this too," he said, his breath hot against your most sensitive flesh. "How you'd taste. How you'd sound when I finally had my mouth on you."
Then he licked a long, slow stripe, and every coherent thought shattered.
His technique was devastating—patient and thorough, like he was savoring every moment. His tongue traced circles around your clit while two thick fingers pressed inside you, curling to find that spot that made you see stars.
"Oh God—"
He hummed against you, the vibration making your hips jerk. His free hand pressed down on your stomach, holding you in place while he worked you higher.
"You taste better than I imagined," he groaned, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in.
Your fingers found his hair, tangling in the soft strands, holding him against you. The pleasure built slowly—layer upon layer of sensation that made your thighs tremble around his shoulders.
"Don't stop. Please don't—"
He didn't.
He fucked you slowly with his fingers while his tongue worked your clit, reading your body like he was studying for an exam he refused to fail. When he felt you getting close, he intensified his efforts, sucking gently while his fingers found a rhythm that made you cry out.
"Hyunwoo—I'm—"
Your release crashed through you, wave after wave of pleasure. He worked you through it, his movements gentling as you came down, only pulling away when you tugged weakly at his hair.
He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh before crawling back up your body. His chin was wet, his eyes dark with desire.
"Beautiful," he said again. "Even more beautiful like this."
He shed his sweatpants and briefs in one motion, and you finally saw all of him. He was thick and hard, the tip already glistening.
"Condom?"
He reached toward the nightstand, fumbling slightly before producing a foil packet. You watched him roll it on with shaking hands, the sight making warmth pool in your belly again.
"Are you sure?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.
"Yes. Yes."
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he bottomed out, his forehead dropping to yours.
"You feel… incredible." His voice was strained, like he was holding back. "Better than any fantasy."
"Move. Please move."
He obeyed, pulling back slowly before sliding home again. He set a gentle rhythm, his hips rolling in a way that spoke to years of dance training—controlled, fluid, devastating.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He braced himself on his forearms, caging your face between his hands, his dark eyes locked on yours.
"I want to see you," he murmured. "I want to see your face when you fall apart."
His thrusts grew slightly faster, the angle shifting until he hit that spot inside you that made you see white. Your nails raked down his back, and he groaned at the feeling.
"Harder. I can take it."
He hesitated, then obeyed, snapping his hips forward with more force. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixing with your mingled moans.
"I'm close—" you gasped.
"Me too. Together."
His hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit. The dual sensation was too much. You shattered around him, your second release even more intense than the first.
He followed you over the edge moments later, pulling out quickly to strip off the condom and spill across your stomach, his release warm on your skin. His deep groan vibrated through both of you as he collapsed beside you.
For long moments, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city below.
He retrieved a tissue from the nightstand, cleaning you with gentle hands before pulling you against his side. His heartbeat thundered against your ear.
"That was…" you started.
"Everything I imagined and more." He pressed a kiss to your hair. "Stay. Please."
You nodded against his chest, your eyes already growing heavy.
You woke to darkness.
The city had quieted, the golden stripes of light replaced by the occasional passing car. Your phone read 3:47 AM when you squinted at it.
Hyunwoo slept beside you, one heavy arm still draped across your waist, his breathing deep and even. His face was softer in sleep, the intense leader replaced by something younger, more vulnerable.
You carefully lifted his arm, sliding out from beneath it. He shifted slightly but didn't wake.
Your clothes were scattered across the suite's living area. You dressed quickly in the darkness, your fingers finding each item by memory. Shorts. Tank top. The cardigan you'd brought.
At the door, you glanced back once. He looked peaceful. Content.
The hallway was empty, the hotel quiet at this hour. You were waiting for the elevator, still fixing your disheveled hair, when the doors slid open.
Jooheon and Changkyun stepped out, each with a woman on their arm. Both women were dressed for a night out—smudged lipstick, heels in hand.
The four of them stopped.
You froze.
Changkyun's eyebrows shot up. A slow smile spread across Jooheon's face.
"Coach," Changkyun said, amusement coloring his voice. "Early morning session?"
"Something like that," you managed.
"Good morning Coach," Jooheon added, grinning.
"Good morning."
You stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. As the doors closed, you caught their knowing smiles and Changkyun's quiet laugh.
Your own room welcomed you with silence. You fell into the crisp hotel bed, alone this time, the ghost of Hyunwoo's warmth still clinging to your skin.
will take you on a little weekend getaway to a wellness hotel
probably somewhere with mountains, maybe even with snow
intents to do nothing except soak in the pool, get a massage or a little spa treatment
will make sure you secure a double loungechair so you can cuddle & cuddle he will!!
& nap (the gentle sounds of the water hitting the edge of the pool lull you in)
on the 14th itself, you will sleep in - he might wake before you, but might as well just cuddle into you and enjoy being close
will hold you tight and occasionally place butterfly kisses wherever he can reach
once you‘re up, quiet conversations - enjoying the calmness of it all, watching the sun hit the mountain (generally i think you‘ll have a full panorama view)
the do not disturb sign is hanging from your door & thank god
because quiet conversations will turn into gentle touches, deep kisses, quiet confessions of love and some throughout love making, a lot of eye contact!!
turn up to breakfast half an hour before it‘s over, because the decision to leave the bed was a hard one (in more than one way)
you think about trying to go sledding because it looks fun & shownu giving in and going with you, bc he wants to see you happy more than anything
and it‘s fun, for a little while - until your boots are a little wet and your feet and hands are freezing, a lot of silliness but soooooo much laughter
shownu insisting on steering the sled while you hold onto him tightly
red cheeks, runny nose and shownu taking your hands between his in an attempt to warm you up
a warm drink of your choice (probably mulled wine!!) & sharing some good memories
late afternoon pool session - mostly enjoying the whirlpool and everything that bubbles - a well deserved nap before you head up for shower & getting ready for dinner
(maybe a joined shower where it‘s lots of kissing and messing with each others hair)
romantic dinner incoming!!
dessert will be consumed in your room
he orders strawberries and chocolate, before he goes for you
all in all very romantic, very relaxing and gentle
very steamy at times :))))))
minhyuk
activity date, 100% - you are not spending this day inside
will take you out for a little pottery workshop or painting ceramics
argue that your design is way prettier (even if you have no talent for it, will encourage you to keep trying and take you on more dates like this)
lighthearted conversations, a lot of laughing and playful arguments
until you smudge some paint or clay on his face after a paticular argument
then he will fight back - mostly trying to tickle you
but also if you‘re doing a pottery workshop, he will sit behind you hand guide you along and maybe you get a good look at his fingers and have thoughts
it‘s still fun, but thoughts are being thought
and sometimes you can‘t concentrate enough
after your little creative outing will take you out for a lovely little dinner, preferably in your favourite restaurant
sharing dessert!!!
on the way home he will stop at a late night flower shop and let you pick out as many flowers as you want, so you can look at the bouquet you picked and think of this day when you pass by it
romantic walk home
ONCE THE DOOR TO YOUR HOME CLOSES THO
will make sure that you put the flowers in a vase
but also, the kitchen counter is right there
and he gets a good look while your leaning forward
and well, can you blame him for brushing a hand over your back toward your bum?
and you know whats up & suddenly the thoughts from before return and well one thing leads to another
yes the kitchen counter is involved before he‘ll move toward the couch and oh well
the make out session on the couch is heated
wandering hands
first it‘s a little rough and quick, second is incredibly intimate
and and and, i‘ll leave it up to you ;)
kihyun
picks you up & comes to your door with the most beautiful flower bouquet you‘ve seen (it looks expensioso as fuuuuuuck)
has been very secretive about his plans, just told you to wear something nice & bring something elegant as well as another change of clothes
when you asked why he just went ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
and you thought to yourself what a little shit he is and how much you love him
drives you out near the sea & it‘s a little cold but a sunny day nevertheless
a walk on the beach, sitting in the sun after, he will gift you a long letter & a lovely little photobook of anecdotes to where you went over the year and it‘s sweet and adorable and you tell him you love him and he replies with „i know“ and you will hit him for that
shows you the airbnb he booked and it‘s extremely cozy, tells you to go get ready because you have a reservation
when you step out in your outfit all kihyun can think about is how much he wants to take it right off you again
bc to him you look stunning and he kisses you long, deep and passionate and you share the enthusiams bc holy hell this man looks good
after a while he will laugh a little and tell you he needs to get ready too, so you don‘t miss your reservation
if you pout a little he will give you another kiss and whisper in your ear „we can come back to this later“ and well
how frustrating
turns out the reservation is for the whole restaurant (bc he is friends with the owner)
it‘s very kdrama-esque & your like ????? are you insane???
the food is good, the conversation even better
like i do picture warm lighting some candles and it‘s all very cozy while still being fancy
holding hands over the table top, trying each others food, talking about upcoming events
kihyun will absolutely insist on feeding you a spoonful of dessert and well you can‘t really say no to that?
at some point you‘ll excuse yourself to the bathroom but not before whispering something dirty in this mans ear
and it‘s payback, because it will absolutely rile him up
mmmh the moment you come back, things go fast, like he will settle the bill and half full wine glasses will get left behind in favour of getting you home
and home you get like, the moment you stumble through the door kihyun is on you - his mouth, his hands, his body pressed thightly against yours
and your making out against the door and he will find all the little spots you like and kiss them with precision
yes, there will be a trail of clothes back to the bed and yes your in for the night of your life
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hyungwon
this man is proposing spending the day on the couch & you agree bc tbh since the beginning of the new year things have been hectic
so valentines will consist of pulling out the couch, adding blankets and pillows to make it as comfortable as possible
it will also entail matching sweatshirts and joggers bc yes
but hyungwon feels a little guilty about it maybe not being as romantic, so in a moment of your distraction he will pretend that rose petals are confetti and spread them all over the room, it‘s a mess sure and you can‘t help but laugh which ends up with hyungwon kissing you laughing as well and being all like „appreciate my hard work“
and you‘ll be like „i am“ but also can‘t stop giggling and like you continue to prep the snacks, put on every source of indirect lighting until you‘re falling into the couch being like „i cannot wait to not move for the rest of the day“
and it‘s perfect, hyungwon puts on the notebook and you‘re like -of course-
and after you get to put on a movie and all the while hyungwon holds you in his arms and peppers you with sweet kisses when the movie is uninteresting
but you also talk, about everything and nothing
it‘s the most relaxed you both have been for a while and while the movies keep playing hyungwons hold on you grows tighter and at some point his hands wander
and if you at some point turn around and like kiss him with your hands on his chest wandering towards his neck…no one is stopping you
least of all hyungwon
he lives for the little noises that pass between the both of you
you know maybe hands get friskier and riskier and it‘s getting a little hot under the blankets
and then the doorbell rings, which makes both of you groan
„shit i forgot about that“
„about what?“
„pizza“
you laugh and send hyungwon to the door to receive it
he comes back and the tension is going dormant at the thought of food
hyungwon wiping the corner of your mouth with his thump
smirking
and soon enough the pizza is gone and your just cuddling while a movie is playing in the background
it’s a whispered conversation that soon turns into little sounds
until it ends in the most gentle spectacular love making
and it‘s slow and attentive and like it feels special
and well, you‘re definitely in for more than one round… (＾ｕ＾)
jooheon
honestly he is sooooo excited to spend valentines day with you and i feel like he wants to do all the cringy couple things
but he settles on taking you to an amusement park and if you haven’t been as excited at him so far, it will catch onto you the moment your on your way to the park
will buy both of you cute headbands and make sure your taking a lot of selfies
holds your hand and tells you how adorable you look
if you’re up for going on rides he will definitely join you (and scream a little)
definitly one for the food trucks and sweets, until it‘s almost tooo much
and bc it‘s valentines day the park as a little firework planned and when evening hits
he is all about the booths where you can win a big stuffed animal and you set your eyes on a bee and jooheon is like „i will definitely win this for you“ and your like „my knight in shining armour, fighting!“
and he tries, a lot, like he is leaving behind a decent sum and your like cheering him on
but at some point he gets pouty and the shopkeeper is like
„no more, you‘ve tried so hard just take the bee“
and he does but he feels a little off about it, but you just kiss him and tell him how grateful you are that he tried so hard
and you say „i love you, my honey~“
it‘s like a boost of energy for him and he‘s like „i love you too, let’s go see the fireworks“
and he pulls you to a place a little away from the crowds
definitly hugs you from behind
so it‘s just you, him and the big ass bee
and he will kiss your cheek and ikyk he is like moon eyed for you and he will let you know how happy he is to be with you to have you
his rambling is so cute but you feel the need to turn around and kiss him fully and in that moment the firework starts, but you only have eyes for your man and he has only eyes for you
has your face between his hands and kisses you several times and you laugh and it feels perfect
at some point you actually watch the fireworks and lean back into him
and you‘re a little cold
but he most definitely has hand warmers that he will give to you
after some time, when you leave he will put your hand in his and put it in your coat pocket
the car ride back is carpool karaoke time
but the moment you get through the door it‘s all playful kisses and he proposes a hot bath and well
if there is a little lake on your bathroom floor it‘s not so bad
because the water is hot and you‘re very VERY relaxed…hehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
but also jooheon knows what he is doing and it‘s like the perfect end to the night
changkyun
well we all are aware that the maknae is know for being one of the most romantic and sensual ones in monsta x
so expect a fancy dinner and some very sexy clothes
he definitely takes you out to a fine dining restaurant thats all dark inside and has nice booths where you are mostly undisturbed
it‘s nice, because you sit leaning into changkyun and because it‘s valentines he is having one hand on your waist at almost all times
and you know if the moment is right he might kiss your hand and interlace your fingers and the touch is so freaking gentle it makes your heart flutter
one of the many things changkyun is good at is making your heart flutter
also you know a kiss on the hand is never enough so when no one is looking he might as well lightly kiss up your arm ending on the line between your shoulder and neck
it does make you shiver and you might as well be placing a hand on his thight and lightly caress it and he will be like „careful now or we won‘t make it to our next destinantion“
„what if i wanted to go straight back home?“ you ask while grinning at him and he kisses you
„that would be a shame, because i have so much more planned“ and you relent and it‘s okay because some time later he settles the bill and takes you through whatever city your in to some exklusive rooftop bar and well
kyun & the sparkling city lights is all very very enticing and romantic
also i feel like there is jazz music playing and it invites you into moving a little to it and changkyun can‘t help but secretly taking pictures of you
Bc changkyun definitely has a folder of candit pictures of you and if he sets one from tonight as his lockscreen no one is there to stop him
well somehow it also ends up with him talking about all the recent music he likes and you‘ll add to the conversation and i just know something will settle with you like damn
he is your person and you interrupt him mid sentence and blurt out an „i love you“
he knows bc it‘s not the first time you said it but the smile he gives you is like 10000 watts
you want to say sooo much more but the only thing you‘re truly able to atriculate is „i love you so so much and i don‘t think that will ever change“
something softens in him, but he also can‘t help but tease
„are you proposing rn?“ and the smirk is letal
yes, you hit him in the arm for that and he is like catching your hand mid hit and pulling you closer
„i‘m gonna show you in so many ways how much i love you tonight“ and he kisses you
„i love the way you talk, the way your mouth meets mine, the way you know me so well, the way you feel in my arms and i swear“ he kisses you between every line „i swear one day i will make you mine forever“
and he steals your breath and the taxi ride home????? well it‘s a damn near thing of defiling the backseat ◕‿◕
but you make it home and he will make sure you know how appeeciated you are and maybe you‘ll spend the whole next day in bed because someone got you weak in the knees :)))))))
wonho
you can 100% expect red roses from him, probably like a 100 and you‘re like?????
how am i supposed to fit that in a vase
and he might tease a little with „the way you make everything else fit“ and you laugh and he laughs and well
wonho is a classic guy and i feel like he will take you out to the movies bc there is a rerun of 2005 pride and prejudice or some other romantic movie you like (in my mind it‘s this)
and during the whole movie he holds your hand and maybe he cries during the confession scene
you‘re right there with him and you look at each other like both with tears on your face and kind of laugh at each other bc it‘s silly and romantic
he holds your hand the whole time btw
like whenever something happens on screen or it‘s intense he will hold your hand a little tighter
and later there will be milkshakes and fries, yes he will feed it to you and it‘s cute
also will take you to a photobooth were you‘ll take silly pictures and he‘ll kiss you on at least one of them
and his smile is so wide and i feel like bc it‘s later in the evening after the movie there is not so much open anymore
but he somehow finds an old tiny bookstore and you start browsing and you make the deal to find a book for each other
when you do you don‘t show it to each other, but wonho finds one first and he has a pen with him and starts writing a little love letter on the first page
and the book he found for you is like an older edition of your favourite book and you know
you had the same thought about finding each others fav book and he loves it so much
and makes you write something in it too
promises are made to read it together some time later this week
will take you home and it‘s all very cuddly later one, i feel like despite it being very late it‘s romantic and you know it‘s quick bc it‘s late and you‘re tired
but yk morning comes and i feel like it‘s all the more romantic now
he will take his time and breakfast might be around noon (๑´ڡ`๑)
Choose | Shownu x Hyungwon x Reader Random Ass Mini Fic Bc MX Ruins My Life Sometimes
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situationship, minorly suggestive towards the end, love triangle, fade to black, under 1k words
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I actually wanna do a way longer SH x HW x Reader, possibly with parts with lots of smut and tension eventually, so hopefully this is a good test to see if anyone's interested hahaha. Their new music video gave me sooo many ideas!!
In retrospect, you probably should’ve just left & gone home for the day when Hyungwon texted you:
“Come upstairs. We need to talk to you.”
Because nothing good had ever followed those words. Especially not with the 3 of you. You walk in the room, squinting softly at the bright lights for a moment before you look at both of them.
Hyungwon leaning over the table. Shownu on top of it. You cross your arms.
"You boys fighting again?”
Shownu doesn’t look at you right away, just keeps staring at the metal table that he’s sitting on, hands resting against his knees like he’s letting Hyungwon handle the conversation.
“You need to choose,” Hyungwon says, ignoring your comment.
Your eyebrows lift. “Choose?” you repeat, biting back a scoff. “What exactly does that mean?”
Hyungwon huffs a small laugh at that, shaking his head. "What else would I mean?” he asks, slowly throwing his hands out to the side and gesturing between him and Shownu. “One of us. You need to pick.”
You stand there, your eyes going from Hyungwon to Shownu, waiting to hear from him. When he still doesn’t say anything, you stare at him for a second longer before leaning your head forward slightly, brows lifting.
“Hello?” you prompt. "Shownu?"
He pushes himself off the table, fingers hooking around the straps across his chest as he looks at you now. “Just answer him,” he says calmly.
You let out an actual scoff this time, lifting your chin just barely. “No," you say.
Shownu’s head drops again. Hyungwon just looks at you. “Then we make the decision for you,” he says.
“You two?” You let out another laugh. “You guys are actually communicating now? That is an interesting development considering you two argued about what to eat last week.”
He doesn’t laugh. “Stop,” he says, his voice calm. Your smile falters a bit. “Stop doing that. You do this every time.”
You tilt your head, blinking for a second before you speak. “Do what?”
“Stall,” Shownu’s voice cuts through. You turn to him now. “You stall because you don’t want to admit it.”
You push your lips together. “Admit what? I'm sorry, but what exactly are you two trying to say?"
“That you want both,” Hyungwon says quickly, eyes locked on yours. You freeze. "You want both of us."
Your brows pull tight as you look back at Hyungwon, shaking your head once like you genuinely can’t comprehend what he just said. “Both?” You force a laugh again, shorter. “That’s—that's ridiculous.”
Hyungwon moves around the table, stepping a little closer to you. “Is it?”
Your mouth opens as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Yes,” you say, but it comes out quieter than you meant it to.
“Then choose,” Hyungwon says again.
You look at him, then back over to Shownu. “No," you repeat.
Hyungwon huffs this time. “Why?”
You turn your head to him. “Because,” you respond quickly.
“Because why?” Shownu asks.
“Because..." you look down around you, trying to think of literally anything else. "Because. This is stupid."
“What’s stupid,” Hyungwon says, leaning down onto the table again, his voice dropping lower, “is acting like we’re asking because we don’t already know.”
You look back and forth between both of them. Heat creeps up the back of your neck. Not because they’re wrong… but because they just said it out loud. The one thing none of you were ever supposed to name. The one thing that always felt impossible.
“Fine,” you say, quiet at first, looking down. “I’ll choose.”
Shownu waits with that patient look of his. Hyungwon just stares at you like he already knows what you’re going to do, deflect again. Run away. But not this time. The room feels smaller. Heavier. Every second making your pulse hit harder than it should at the thought.
“Say it,” Hyungwon says quietly.
You lift your head.
“Both.”
The room goes dead silent.
You fold your arms again, tilting your chin. “You wanted an answer? Well, there it is. I want both of you." Your eyes move from Hyungwon to Shownu, letting what you just said sink in before you continue. “So now what?”
Hyungwon leans back against the table, his eyes dragging over you in a way that feels entirely different now. Worse… or maybe better. You haven’t decided that yet.
He glances over to Shownu, brows raised almost curiously at him. Shownu returns the look with the slightest smirk. You swallow.
“Now… now we can stop pretending,” Hyungwon says calmly, turning his head back to you. “And focus on something else instead.”
He pushes off, circling around you slowly. Shownu moves in the opposite direction, quietly fixing his rolled-up sleeve as he circles around you, too.
You look back and forth between them, heat pooling low in your stomach but not just out of nervousness. Something far more exciting brewing underneath it all.
"Focus on… what?” You ask, voice quieter.
Shownu stops behind you. You feel his breath ghost over your neck. “You," he whispers low in your ear.
Your breath catches. You look back over your shoulder at him, and he just smiles softly at you, his hands coming to rest on your waist gently from behind. You lean back into him, letting him hold you against his hard body before Hyungwon's voice brings you back to him.
“You really should’ve just picked one,” he murmurs.
You turn back toward Hyungwon only to realize he’s already there, his eyes dark with something that makes your thighs clench together.
“Yeah?” you breathe, your voice growing more steady, confident. “But tell me something…”
You step forward, closing any distance left between you & Hyungwon, wrapping your arms around his neck. Shownu’s grip tightens on your waist, & you glance back at him, biting your lip & then back to Hyungwon again, smiling slowly.
The Kpop Entertainment industry has long maintained the facade that all idols are innocent and pure; angelic entities who's hearts belong only to their fandom. At the end of the day, they're human beings with very human desires and needs. Meeting those needs while keeping airtight secrecy has been haphazard at best, even with the best people and policies in place.
After witnessing the fallout after his friends' most recent dating scandals, Stray Kids leader Bang Chan had enough of the media vultures and began devising a plan. 1 solid year of exhaustive research, a few morally questionable phone calls and meetings, and an offensively obnoxious infusion of money from the biggest companies in the game; "Escape: Chaotic" was born.
A nightclub/hotel where all idols can bring their significant others or just the flavor of the night with absolute 100% certainty of privacy.
Thanks to bloodthirsty lawyers, ex-special forces enforcers, and a "clean up crew" to keep everyone in line, you too can Escape: Chaotic
Characters will include members of Monsta X, Stray Kids, and definitely a few surprises.
Member x Female Reader orientation
Will contain smut, angst, and some action/violence. All chapters will be tagged accordingly.
All of these are more or less the same conversation in a different context. Feel free to read all or just your fav members.
Fluff and comfort. Topics of weight, body size, exercise and insecurities related to those. Pet names.
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Shownu / Hyunwoo
“Bye”, you yell out over your shoulder to Hyunwoo, who sits on the living room floor in the middle of a video game, “I’ll be back in and hour or so.”
“Bye”, Hyunwoo replies absentmindedly. When you grab the door handle, you hear his voice behind you again, “Wait, what?”
You sigh, but stop and turn around to face Hyunwoo, who hurries to the hallway in his loose tank top, messy hair and bare feet.
“Where are you going, babe?” Hyunwoo asks, eyeing your hoodie, sweatpants and the bag on your shoulder.
“The gym”, you mutter, avoiding his eyes.
“Oh!” Hyunwoo’s eyes light up, making your stomach twist. “Just give me a minute, I’ll go with you.”
“No”, you say, raising your hands in front of you to calm your boyfriend down, “I’ll manage, you get back to your game.”
Hyunwoo’s face drops, but he quickly picks his smile back up. He steps closer and plants a light kiss on your cheek. “Okay”, he speaks softly, “Just call me if you need anything.”
When you come back home, Hyunwoo is where you left him. He pauses the game, ready to get up and chat about your workout, but stops himself when he sees you.
You don’t even look at him, but walk straight to the bathroom. Through the door, Hyunwoo hears a few thuds, followed by a couple of swear words and the sound of a running shower.
Hyunwoo aches to ask you how it was, what you did and what got you in such a bad mood. However, when you walk out of the bathroom in your towel and beeline straight to the bedroom to get dressed, he decides to drop it and let you come to him.
“Any special plans for today?” Hyunwoo asks you during breakfast a few days later.
“No”, you reply, emptying your glass of orange juice.
“Maybe we could go to a spa?” Hyunwoo suggests, “I heard there’s a good one a few cities over. I could really use a hot tub and a steam room now.” He moves his arm up and down, winces and rubs his shoulder. “The workout yesterday really got to me.”
You watch him stretch his arms and sides. You try to stop your eyes from wandering to Hyunwoo’s flexing triceps and his abs revealed from under his shirt, but fail miserably.
“Yeah”, you reply. The flat tone in your voice makes Hyunwoo frown. You grab a banana and excuse yourself from the table. “Maybe we should go in the evening?” you suggest on the way to the bedroom, “I’ll go to the gym first.” Hyunwoo says nothing, and you start changing into your sportswear.
“Bye”, you yell out from the door, again. “Bye, love you”, Hyunwoo’s voice says back, and you walk out.
Hyunwoo cleans up after breakfast, takes a quick shower, and is lying on the couch scrolling his phone, when the front door opens.
“Babe?” he yells out. Instead of an answer, he hears footsteps and a slam of a door. He gets up, confused, and guesses you must have gone to the bedroom.
Hyunwoo finds you sitting on the floor, shoes still on, your gym bag open beside you.
“Babe?” Hyunwoo whispers, “Are you okay?” For a while, he just stares at your back and lowered head, before deciding to step in.
“I can see you’re not”, he speaks softly, walking to you, and sits on the floor as well, “What happened? Why are you back this early?”
“I’m so stupid”, you whisper, not particularly to anyone.
“You’re not”, Hyunwoo opposes, “Just talk to me.”
“I thought I could do it”, you continue.
“Do what?” Hyunwoo asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
“I thought I could get into a routine, lose some weight, maybe gain some muscle…”
“I had no idea you were into that”, Hyunwoo says after a moment of silence.
“I’m not”, you spit out, turning to face him. You make a vague gesture at yourself and the equipment around you. “I fucking hate it.”
Hyunwoo swallows a laugh. Right now is not the time. He takes your hand and holds it in between his.
“Why did you start going, then?”
You scoff. The sound makes Hyunwoo feel like he has missed something major, but he cannot figure out what.
“I mean”, you begin, your tone harsher than you intended. You take a breath before continuing, “look at you.” You gesture towards Hyunwoo’s tall, muscular figure. “And look at me.”
Hyunwoo’s attitude starts to frustrate you. Anyone can see that he is fit, and you are… not. You two have not discussed it before, but it has been bothering you for a while now.
“Babe”, Hyunwoo whispers, hugging you tighter, “What are you talking about?”
You open your mouth, sharp words ready to get out, but Hyunwoo beats you to it.
“Don’t think you have to go to the gym because I do”, his soft voice speaks into your ear, “For me, it’s a habit, and I guess I like going, too.” He scoots closer to you, and moves his arms from your shoulders to your waist. “You are active in many other ways”, he continues, “The long walks with your friends, riding the bike to work every day and the dance lessons you just took up. As long as you’re healthy, your size doesn’t matter one bit.”
You stop to think, going through your daily and weekly schedules in your mind.
“And, for what it is worth”, Hyunwoo says, “in my eyes, you are nothing short of perfect.”
Minhyuk
“Awake yet, baby?” Minhyuk asks, stepping into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee.
“M-hm,” you reply, not bothering to move.
“I see”, Minhyuk says, the sound of mischief apparent in his voice. He climbs to the bed close to you and runs his fingers down your side. Your reaction is exactly what he expected. You turn around with a giggle, reaching for a spot behind his knee you know to be sensitive. He defends by wrapping his arms around you, attacking your stomach instead.
“Stop it!” you yell out, slapping his hand. Minhyuk pulls away immediately, startled by the sudden change.
“Sorry, baby” he says, his voice colored with concern. “I’m sorry. Can I hold you? No tickles, I promise.”
You nod, and he opens his arms for you, circling one behind your shoulders and one around your middle. He whispers a ‘love you’ and starts rubbing your clothed skin with his thumbs to soothe you. Instead, the gesture makes you tense.
“Baby?” Minhyuk speaks, moving his hands to hold your shoulders, a neutral ground. “I can tell there is something bothering you. If it’s something I did, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Just tell me, and we’ll figure it out.”
“It’s nothing you did”, you whisper, your tone suddenly weak, barely audible.
“What is it, then?” Minhyuk insists, “From my point of view, it seems like you are avoiding me. Why don’t you want me to touch you?”
“I have just been feeling off lately”, you begin, “I didn’t want you to notice…” You trail off, leaving Minhyuk even more confused than before.
“Notice what?” he asks. He adjusts your positions so that he can face you, but you turn away from him.
“I have been gaining a little extra on my stomach”, you speak. Your hands wrap around your middle, as if to hide what you were talking about. “On my thighs as well.” Your palms run down towards your knees and back. “And my arms, I think.” You cross your arms, placing your hands over your biceps.
For a minute, the room is silent. You hug yourself, still resisting to look at your boyfriend. He is eyeing you up and down, processing what you just said.
Minhyuk stands up, walks around the bed and sits back down right in front of you. He cups your face with his palms, lifting your chin so that your eyes meet his.
“Baby”, he speaks, slowly, softly. His heart aches, when he sees the doubt your eyes hold. “What on earth made you think this way?”
You let out a sound resembling a laugh, but the joy in it is replaced with disappointment. “You have been really into your workout routine, lately”, you start to speak, “I can see how the results give you more energy and confidence.” You grab his hands, holding them tightly in yours. “I love that for you, don’t get me wrong”, you continue, “I just didn’t think you’d appreciate me going the opposite way."
Minhyuk lets out a sigh, squeezing your hands before letting go. “Can I touch you?” he asks, and waits for a nod from you before placing his palms on your upper arms.
“These arms?” he speaks, his hands warm on your skin, “Perfect. Nothing is better than these arms holding me.”
“This stomach?” he continues, moving his hand to your sides, “Beautiful.”
“These thighs” Minhyuk runs his hands down tour hips and on your legs. “look goddamn amazing in shorts!” His words are rewarded with a smile from you, making his expression melt. He looks at you with sparkly eyes, smiling back at you.
“Come here”, Minhyuk says, lies down on the bed and opens his arms for you. You settle beside him, and he pulls a blanket over both of you. He plants small kisses whenever he can reach, pulling you flush to his chest. “Love you, baby”, he whispers.
“Love you more”, you reply, earning a little laugh from him.
“I love you the most.”
Kihyun
“We are going to the climbing gym tomorrow and to grab a bite after”, Kihyun says, in the middle of doing the dishes, “and I – we all – would love it if you joined us.”
You stop with a plate in your hand, halfway between the dinner table and Kihyun. The excitement in his voice and his growing smile is adorable. Half of you melts in front of him, but the other half hesitates.
“We’ll just go bouldering, I will rent the shoes for you”, Kihyun continues laying out the plan, “and one of us knows a new BBQ place, it’s supposed to be good.”
Kihyun meets your eyes, and seems to read your mind, because he stops talking and his smile fades. “What do you think?” he asks, drying his hands with a towel and hesitantly touching your upper arm.
“It sounds like fun”, you begin, and your heart aches seeing the joy grow in Kihyun’s eyes again. “But I don’t know if we are ready to meet each other.”
Kihyun frowns, and his lips form a line. His eyes follow you as you drop the plate in the sink bedore turning back to him.
“Where is this coming from?” Kihyun asks, “I thought you wanted to meet them. Besides, I have told them everything about you, and they can’t wait to meet you in person!”
“Did you tell them I am big?” you blurt out.
“Huh?” You can almost see a huge question mark floating above your boyfriend’s head.
“Did you tell your friends I am overweight?” you repeat, “They are all your climbing buddies, so I am assuming they are… different.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean”, you begin, your tone harsher than you intended. God bless your boyfriend, smart and educated, yet so damn oblivious.
You rub your face with your hands, then make a vague gesture towards the man in front of you. “You are in a great shape”, you try again, “and I assume your friends are, too. What will they think if I show up at the climbing gym like this?”
Seconds tick by, when Kihyun just looks at you. His expression changes from confused to soft to a little sad. He takes a step towards you, leaning against the counter.
“You know I love you to the moon and back”, Kihyun speaks, his words slow and soft, “but have you lost your mind?” He grabs your face in his hands and looks straight in your eyes.
“Let me tell you what they will think. They will think you have the brightest smile, fun stories and great fashion sense. They will think you are smart and kind and you make me the happiest man in the world.”
At first, Kihyun’s words are loud, but the whole man softens in front of you, and in the end of his monologue, he is brushing your cheeks with his thumbs, his face mere inches from yours.
“I am sure they will see how much I love you, and realize there is not a single reason why they should not love you as well.”
As a full stop for his words, Kihyun presses his lips on yours, gentle but full of meaning. The kiss makes time stop and the world stand still. What matters right now is that every kiss his lips plant on yours, every sigh he breathes into your mouth and every circle his hands draw on your body, is another reminder of how much you mean to him.
