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[ioohoney]

90s late night “meetings” with shownu please? 💛

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

masterlist ✦ other shownu fics .

[ioohoney]

hiiii can we have more of minhyuk 90s please?❤️🌺 ty

[ 10:20 ] ‘91 virgin ↴

‘’please, don’t stop.’’ minhyuk panted to you underneath the soft kiss of a pink sunrise and satin sheets as he gazed below at your quickening hands, pumping so sweetly for him. oh god . . his pouted lips gasped out — the femininity of your bedroom overwhelming him with a familiarity of comfort — mommy . .

and it was like he was a virgin, touched for the very first time.

‘’please..’’ a whisper drifted from his lips and swirled delicately amongst the quiet madonna vinyl. along pink poppy petals on your bedside and paris-kissed breezes from the window. and within those fragile pirouettes, you heard, ”please, more please.’’

with his heartbeat, next to yours. 

as those blushed fingers grasped around the blankets, a simple hand slipped a vanilla touch to the roots of your hair to tug sweetly as he unraveled. “i.. i i—m!” harder, tighter. “hnngh~” closer, coming.

[ioohoney]

90s late night “meetings” with shownu please? 💛

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

masterlist ✦ other shownu fics .

[ioohoney]

hiiii can we have more of minhyuk 90s please?❤️🌺 ty

[ 10:20 ] ‘91 virgin ↴

‘’please, don’t stop.’’ minhyuk panted to you underneath the soft kiss of a pink sunrise and satin sheets as he gazed below at your quickening hands, pumping so sweetly for him. oh god . . his pouted lips gasped out — the femininity of your bedroom overwhelming him with a familiarity of comfort — mommy . .

and it was like he was a virgin, touched for the very first time.

‘’please..’’ a whisper drifted from his lips and swirled delicately amongst the quiet madonna vinyl. along pink poppy petals on your bedside and paris-kissed breezes from the window. and within those fragile pirouettes, you heard, ”please, more please.’’

with his heartbeat, next to yours. 

as those blushed fingers grasped around the blankets, a simple hand slipped a vanilla touch to the roots of your hair to tug sweetly as he unraveled. “i.. i i—m!” harder, tighter. “hnngh~” closer, coming.

[ioohoney]

heyy💖 wonho + 03:17 if you want? i'm glad you're back! i'm looking forward to your works💓💕

‎ ⚠︎ ⁺◟ 𝟶𝟹:𝟷𝟽 ┊ 𝕝𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥

kissed by the water droplets of his lilac steamed shower, wonho’s lips press unspoken secrets to your inner thighs.

☾.

and like la lune en pleine, he worships.

☾.

☾.

beneath the pink sparkled water of his empyrean glass shower, you stand an angel - his angel - shivering and frozen from the cool tile biting behind your bare back. below, steam coils around your ankles. it smooths enchanting touches to your calves, and kisses intimate clouds to your knees before vanishing. un secret interdit. shhh~ …

☾.

tu as éthéal, he coos, you are so ethreal, like an orison, like a mantra so heavenly, anything more than a whisper would become a sin. however, from the teasing touch of his silk fingertips, it doesn’t seem like such a sin would be so bad, a sin such as kneeling before you, hands hooking your thigh onto his shoulder, and pisces eyes gazing back at your own. all while his hot tongue burns the sweetest stripe toward your sex, je pourrais te goûter pour toujours.

☾.

‘sh—it.. hoseok..’ you gasp out, breath mixing sweet with the soft pour of water and the scent of lavender wash. your hands entangle themselves in his drenched hair underneath you as you soon feel the warmth of rose colored lips on your core. ‘please give it to me..’ je veux te voir. i want you to see you.

☾.

masterlist ☇ shower titles — wonho, jooheon, shownu, minhyuk, kihyun, hyungwon, changkyun, extra …

☾.

[ioohoney]

90s late night “meetings” with shownu please? 💛

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

masterlist ✦ other shownu fics .

[ioohoney]

baby 💞 thinking about oral fixation w/ seokmin really has me 😭 sobbing,,, you probably know who this is so i love you loads 💞

[ 02:43 ] seventeen + seokmin — enjoy.

at the edge of his heaven silk sheets, you sit an angel, dressed by the soft lingerie of a gemini-kissed moonlight. it lightly caresses your skin in starry touches, along with that little cherry lollipop that swirls sticky flavor between your lips. behind you, seokmin intently studies your pouty portrait as though you were la naissance de venus, through the night. because to him, you had always wore the most exquisite expressions. heartbreaking masterpieces that stain the canvas of his memory during the midsummer nights of june. they had always broke him when you teased him like this. when you sat illuminated, untouchable. with the sweetest little sucker in your mouth.

.

unseen, seokmin pouts with a gentle touch to your chin — too shy to admit his desires, yet subtle enough to convey an unspoken beg. ‘you can’t do this to me.’ he coaxes you for a taste, leaning closer to tilt your head over your bare shoulder as he brushes his nose against yours. closer. ‘all i want is a little bit of you, baby.’ closer. and like a good boy, you must give it to him.

.

but you don’t. ‘now why would you deserve that?’ you speak, the huskiness in your voice sending shivers to his needy figure as you pull away. if you wanted it, you’d come get it. you slip off of the plush bed to walk toward the glass wardrobe in his room, feeling the frozen press of the wooden floorboards underneath your feet and the excitement rushing towards your sex. isn’t that right, babyboy?

.

the surface you near is blanketed in thrifted decor and crumpled candy wrappers. old CDs and a little black bong. ‘come and play with me, seokmin.’ you tease, turning around to bite the hard candy with the sharp of your tooth as you stare back at him through the night. he’s desperate, hungry for that cherry sweet, and already sliding off the edge to chase his high to the precipice. a satisfied hum vibrates deep in your throat when he reaches closer, you know what he wants. a subtle moan echoes from his glossed lips as you pop the sweet candy from your own. ‘suck it.’ you whisper, like a dirty little secret that drips sticky flavor onto his tongue.

mmh.. you gaze down at the plush pink of his lips as they press a shy smooch to the glass of the candy, so subtle. a thumb of yours comes up to drag his bottom lip down, but i‘m sure i said, suck it, bitch.

.

‘haah—..’ he breathes raggedly into the summer air before taking it into his pretty little mouth. the way he tilts his jaw back exposes his neck, and you have to marvel at it. because you know that though he is innocent as a little boy should, his carnality is magnetic, and it always draws you in for the deepest kisses. with tongues replacing pops, gasps flavored in sugar, and backs arching against wardrobes, underneath his chin the sucker drags a sticky pink stripe until it slides between the valley of his breasts. you pull away from the kiss. a moonlit string of saliva connecting between your pout and his. ‘now,’ you begin.

.

‘i want you to bite it.’

. 

masterlist

.

[ioohoney]

༄*:･ 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 —

♡ . . ( 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 / 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ).

⌈ wonwoo ⌋ ⋆ : a pool table downstairs, casually littered with crushed pepsi cans and a little black bong. amidst the cherry flavored smoke and a nostalgic conversation, vinyls of weezer’s pinkerton plays quietly.

♡ . . .

⌈ woozi ⌋ ⋆ distant neon studio lights that paint his beautifully drawn expression in nirvana blue, and radiohead pink. like jane’s addiction purple, and oasis green. my lamb, he whispers under an alternative bass, come listen with me.

♡ . . .

⌈ hansol ⌋ ⋆ : whilst entranced in a hazy lemon smoke, hansol’s fingers brush intimately against your jaw. lightly tilting, softly coaxing — for one of those deep kisses, with a steaming warmth passing between. as he captures your lips for the sweetest little kiss, he blows smoke into that pretty little mouth, and you smile as you take it all so damn good.

♡ . . .

⌈ jeonghan ⌋ ⋆ hand painted roller skates, perfectly colored to compliment that bold makeup he’s planning to wear tonight. like a virgin, for the very first time. and it’s all for you,

♡ . . .

⌈ joshua ⌋ ⋆ : beneath the wash of a serene sunday sunrise, he gazes up at the wooden cross nailed to his floral wall, before pushing you down onto the quilt covered bed of his. maybe a sin like this wouldn’t feel so unholy with you.

♡ . . .

⌈ junhui ⌋ ⋆ sun kissed lips that pull into an afternoon smirk, obviously satisfied with being the red hot lifeguard that every older woman dazzles over. yet little do they know, hui-baby only has eyes on you, and that dangerous black bikini.

♡ . . .

⌈ seungcheol ⌋ ⋆ : driveway basketball with those black air jordan x’s. in the heat of a leo kissed autumn, he always hits such hard shots to impress his crush next door.

♡ . . .

⌈ hoshi ⌋ ⋆ the edge of his nail brushes along his homemade fortune teller, as he gazes down to the messy crayola tattooed onto the paper. do they lové me? do they lové me not? under his breath, he curses.

♡ . . .

⌈ seokmin ⌋ ⋆ : silk fingertips find the black metal zipper of his bookbag to gently pull it open, innocence. and as he quietly slips out a hidden playboy magazine, his caramel eyes peer around the bedroom one last time, solitude. is this the time?

♡ . . .

. . chan, minghao, + seungkwan soon.

[ioohoney]

90s fantasy. — ♡ versace on the floor.

[ioohoney]

heyy💖 wonho + 03:17 if you want? i'm glad you're back! i'm looking forward to your works💓💕

‎ ⚠︎ ⁺◟ 𝟶𝟹:𝟷𝟽 ┊ 𝕝𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥

kissed by the water droplets of his lilac steamed shower, wonho’s lips press unspoken secrets to your inner thighs.

☾.

and like la lune en pleine, he worships.

☾.

☾.

beneath the pink sparkled water of his empyrean glass shower, you stand an angel - his angel - shivering and frozen from the cool tile biting behind your bare back. below, steam coils around your ankles. it smooths enchanting touches to your calves, and kisses intimate clouds to your knees before vanishing. un secret interdit. shhh~ …

☾.

tu as éthéal, he coos, you are so ethreal, like an orison, like a mantra so heavenly, anything more than a whisper would become a sin. however, from the teasing touch of his silk fingertips, it doesn’t seem like such a sin would be so bad, a sin such as kneeling before you, hands hooking your thigh onto his shoulder, and pisces eyes gazing back at your own. all while his hot tongue burns the sweetest stripe toward your sex, je pourrais te goûter pour toujours.

☾.

‘sh—it.. hoseok..’ you gasp out, breath mixing sweet with the soft pour of water and the scent of lavender wash. your hands entangle themselves in his drenched hair underneath you as you soon feel the warmth of rose colored lips on your core. ‘please give it to me..’ je veux te voir. i want you to see you.

☾.

masterlist ☇ shower titles — wonho, jooheon, shownu, minhyuk, kihyun, hyungwon, changkyun, extra …

☾.

[ioohoney]

baby 💞 thinking about oral fixation w/ seokmin really has me 😭 sobbing,,, you probably know who this is so i love you loads 💞

[ 02:43 ] seventeen + seokmin — enjoy.

at the edge of his heaven silk sheets, you sit an angel, dressed by the soft lingerie of a gemini-kissed moonlight. it lightly caresses your skin in starry touches, along with that little cherry lollipop that swirls sticky flavor between your lips. behind you, seokmin intently studies your pouty portrait as though you were la naissance de venus, through the night. because to him, you had always wore the most exquisite expressions. heartbreaking masterpieces that stain the canvas of his memory during the midsummer nights of june. they had always broke him when you teased him like this. when you sat illuminated, untouchable. with the sweetest little sucker in your mouth.

.

unseen, seokmin pouts with a gentle touch to your chin — too shy to admit his desires, yet subtle enough to convey an unspoken beg. ‘you can’t do this to me.’ he coaxes you for a taste, leaning closer to tilt your head over your bare shoulder as he brushes his nose against yours. closer. ‘all i want is a little bit of you, baby.’ closer. and like a good boy, you must give it to him.

.

but you don’t. ‘now why would you deserve that?’ you speak, the huskiness in your voice sending shivers to his needy figure as you pull away. if you wanted it, you’d come get it. you slip off of the plush bed to walk toward the glass wardrobe in his room, feeling the frozen press of the wooden floorboards underneath your feet and the excitement rushing towards your sex. isn’t that right, babyboy?

.

the surface you near is blanketed in thrifted decor and crumpled candy wrappers. old CDs and a little black bong. ‘come and play with me, seokmin.’ you tease, turning around to bite the hard candy with the sharp of your tooth as you stare back at him through the night. he’s desperate, hungry for that cherry sweet, and already sliding off the edge to chase his high to the precipice. a satisfied hum vibrates deep in your throat when he reaches closer, you know what he wants. a subtle moan echoes from his glossed lips as you pop the sweet candy from your own. ‘suck it.’ you whisper, like a dirty little secret that drips sticky flavor onto his tongue.

mmh.. you gaze down at the plush pink of his lips as they press a shy smooch to the glass of the candy, so subtle. a thumb of yours comes up to drag his bottom lip down, but i‘m sure i said, suck it, bitch.

.

‘haah—..’ he breathes raggedly into the summer air before taking it into his pretty little mouth. the way he tilts his jaw back exposes his neck, and you have to marvel at it. because you know that though he is innocent as a little boy should, his carnality is magnetic, and it always draws you in for the deepest kisses. with tongues replacing pops, gasps flavored in sugar, and backs arching against wardrobes, underneath his chin the sucker drags a sticky pink stripe until it slides between the valley of his breasts. you pull away from the kiss. a moonlit string of saliva connecting between your pout and his. ‘now,’ you begin.

.

‘i want you to bite it.’

. 

masterlist

.

[ioohoney]

hmm, do you think anyone in mx would be put off by someone who carried a lot of emotional baggage due to their past (nothing risque)? like "this is too much to handle, I can't do this"

put-off, i can’t envision. but there are ↴

those who will find attraction in it:

wonho, changkyun. sometimes though.

those who feel heavy for you:

jooheon, wonho. love will hurt you.

those who will feel helpless:

kihyun, jooheon. love will never mean to.

those who will entangle themselves in your pain:

minhyuk, changkyun, jooheon. but love will play no games.

those who will be hesitant toward you:

shownu, hyungwon. cause love knows.

those who will hold your hand through it all, though:

changkyun, hyungwon, wonho, shownu, minhyuk, jooheon, kihyun, ioohoney, life has been enough for you already.

masterlist ✰ thank you.

[ioohoney]

Monsta X + breeding kink.. 💝

[ info ] ➝ a «  breeding kink  » is simply when one feels drawn to the idea of unprotected sex, and while some do this for pregnancy purposes, the following descriptions are not directed towards having children as there may be readers who are not exclusively ‘female’ or! have physical disabilities with reprod. ▴ xxx.⌈ shownu ⌋ quito, ecuador.sweet, latin música danced off of golden hotel walls and bubbling champagne glasses, swirling tango around your dazed figure that was entangled in angel white sheets underneath your husband, shownu.earlier this evening, brownbear hands had taken their time massaging red blushed rose petals into the soft skin of your feet + calves. para mi princesa. then, slowly up to your thighs, where he had placed humble smooches that were to linger until dawn. sabes que te amo. now, hooded eyes traced the curves and dips of your landscape — admiring the bruised starry night that was sucked into your hips from an earlier time. hermosa. absolutely hermosa.’you know i love you, right?’ he groaned out, with a loving hand lacing with yours to hold you steady. and i wouldn’t hurt you, chiquita.you nodded in response, sinking the point of your teeth into your wine stained lips. mm-hmm.. god, his efforts to soothe you were always innocent in their own way, but damn, the way he’d slowly dip his sex into your sweetness was sin— h..hah fuck! tight as damn.▴⌈ wonho ⌋ toulouse, france.he smiled as the pink lights of toulouse slipped his through white lace curtains to kiss your nude body, that had lain heavenly in his silk soft sheets. to highlight those angelic hands, that lovingly coaxed his sex to your own with unspoken intimacy and hidden blushes. ’a-are you sure, bébé?’ he looked up at you. and his fingers slowly traced the side of your face, coming up to sweetly tuck a strand of sunlit hair behind your ear as he slowly sank his tip in for the first time. you’ve got to tell me yes, out loud.a poetic whine escapes from your parted lips in response, yes, yes, yes plaire chéri, you nodded quickly. ’please, hoseok’ you gasp out, hips instinctively pushing up against his own, feeling the hot stretch of new + raw sex. ‘give yourself to me then, amour.’ he groans, with blushed fingertips threaded through your hair, carefully, lovingly, as you take him, tight, and warm. ‘e-easy.. shit zut—.’

▴

other members i see intriquéd by this:

,hyungwon + minhyuk

 masterlist ⌁ more like this.

[ioohoney]

[ 02:42 ] jooheon + comfort.

a shivering night’s air had slipped through the half-open kitchen window beside you. it had filled the empty room, and seemingly bathed you in a dark, shimmering shadow, looming, and heavy.

you sat exhausted at the white-grey marble counters with few textbooks and an open silver laptop. the light boring into the blank void of your eyes as you click!click!clicked! your red pen on the surface underneath.

it was cold, spring nights like these that ached guilt.

because above you upstairs, jooheon was awakening from a black nightmare. frozen, and without the warmth of your heaven-crafted figure entangled in his angle white sheets. you had been vanishing from his sleeping presence often now, slipping away during the moonlit hours to sip the wine of your doubts downstairs. all-so willing to be consumed by a drunken haze of worries, your studies, you thought. — that you had never simply decided to come back up until the sun had to kneel at the horizon, just to beg for your attention.

but not tonight.

tonight, you pulled your focus from the light of browser tabs as the sound of honeybear footsteps began to softly pad their way to the kitchen. he’s disheveled, dressed in those sleepy plaid sweatpants, and an expression that melted i’m worried for you, baby.

c’mon.. ‘jooheon please..’ you groaned out to him over the shuffling of your papers, ‘i don’t have time to stop..’ and you know that..

i know i do, he rubbed his sleepheavy eyes with a soft hand as his feet tap..tap..tapped closer to the counter you sat at. but you need to rest, babe.

your back slumped at his concerned voice. you dug your elbows further into the surface beneath you, and raked your fingers through your hair in frustration. ‘it’s not about rest, it- it it’s about whether or not i pass.. which.. i’m not certain i will—..’ you trailed off, your voice dissolving to no more than a whisper with each passing confession. i don’t know what i’m going to do right now … i… you paused to gaze up again. his nurturing presence was beginning to envelope you in quiet tranquility, and peace that you had missed so dearly. big slow hands that pressed on the marble counter next to yours. pushing, let’s close this textbook okay? pulling, come here. it doesn’t need to be so stressful. holding, can you stand up for me, baby? embracing, aw.. please don’t start crying.. no no no!

calming, yet worried hands smoothed over your disheveled tangles, and pressed your face closer to his beating chest. because you know you don’t have to work yourself so hard, right? i-i know, you know, that you are already enough. exams are never the end of the world.. besides..

even if.. he pressed a warm pout onto your forehead, with shaky breaths tickling your lovekissed roots. even if it was the end of the world, you’d still have me.

so, ‘please, baby.’ he whispered as he pulled away from your figure, rough palms slipping down to rest on either side of your warm cheeks. ‘please come back to bed and rest.’

i missed you so much.

author note: this story is dedicated to my student/studying readers, who may be taking their exams soon. students like @mxdreams + @seokwus , whom i know have busy schedules but an open place in my heart — me and honey wish you both very good luck in finishing this month’s classwork and schooling. i love you so very much, and i prayy close to my heart that you enjoyed this a lil’ bit.

masterlist

[ioohoney]

retro love affair with vaporwave music in the car? (smutty) kyunie pls if you're up for it?

i need that pack — madeintyo.

⌈ ♀⌋ the dirty pound of hiphop shook the back of changkyun’s little ‘88 cadillac as he fucked you quick against the frozen leather, hips rolling to meet yours with each drippy beat that poured from black tinted windows. from behind, you could feel his dark gaze pierce through the darkness and onto those sweet little lovemarks he had tattooed from the nape of your neck to the tail of your spine earlier. adoringly, just to paint you, just to love you. a pleasured moan slips between his lips at the sight, his breath dancing intimately against the explicit lyrics that ripped through the speakers of his car.

yeah she too fine, yeah she so fine.

and as you felt his chipped black nails rake over the sore bruises, your cherry red ones began to carve small crescent moons into the seat of his car, digging, gripping for mercy.

finally fucked out, you know i’m out my mind.

‘ah-ah.’ he scolds over your pained moans, heavy hands coming down to lace with yours. ‘take it like a queen, baby. like i know you fucking can.’ 

how you get them hoes with no racks now?

now, you felt a hot tongue burn over your beloved marks, ‘come on..’ he traces with the point of his teeth while his sex is starting to slip in and out of your essence a little slower, a little wetter. unravel for me, he moans. with that tight little pussy of yours.

cali for three months, i got the pack now.

‘go and be bad as hell for me.’ he grunts as his kiss pierces through the first hickey, making your smaller hands grip onto his tighter, your figure arching to resemble an erotic masterpiece.

★ masterlist made for you. ★

[ioohoney]

monsta x as 90s:

⌈ jooheon ⌋ ⋆ scattered playboy magazines under the bed, playing mortal kombat 2 at a friends house, dragonball z manga, + posters of beach bikini babes plastered inside the closet.

⌈ hyungwon ⌋ ⋆ adidas tracksuits, driveway basketball, sour crybaby candies, + all boy sleepover with pepperoni pizza and freddy krueger’s nightmare on elm street on the living room TV.

⌈ minhyuk ⌋ ⋆ quiet studio ghibi movies in the morning, patched blankets and kitchen chair forts, fruit roll-ups, + metal lunchboxes littered in collectible marvel stickers.

⌈ kihyun ⌋ ⋆ mario kart 64, neon rollerskate dates, sharpie marks on the doorframe to mark his height over the years, + waking up early to watch the golden girls on the couch with mama.

⌈ changkyun ⌋ ⋆ pink floyd’s wish you were here pumping through his walkman, collectible action figures lined up on shelves, shiny cadillac devilles on MTV, staying at the skatepark until dark, + space jam.

⌈ shownu ⌋ ⋆ limousine promposals, calvin kleins, sneaking lovers in through open windows, + classic family breakfasts at the table, clinking forks and shuffling newspapers filling the kitchen.

⌈ wonho ⌋ ⋆ trading rare pokemon cards at lunch, rockin’ oversized windbreakers, fresh prince of belair, + eating animal crackers and drinking red kool-aid while playing spyro the dragon on playstation.

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