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iibonniee · 7 months

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A Room of Three

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Reader x Lee Minhyuk

Genre: Smut

Warnings: threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), unprotected

Rating: R

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Kihyun will only allow Minhyuk to touch you like this only once.

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“Look at him, Y/N,” Kihyun said, glancing towards the male standing before her. “He’s already painfully hard. Isn’t the right Minhyuk?” Kihyun asked his bandmate with a wicked smirk as they both watched him nod his head.

“Kihyun, are you sure?” Her voice held a slight hesitation as she looked at her boyfriend, who nodded. If someone asked if she thought about her boyfriend watching his best friend go down on her, she’d tell them it constantly ran through her mind.

“Of course.” He confirmed it, walking towards the chair in the corner of your bedroom. “Go ahead, Minhyuk. This will be your only chance to even touch her.”

She watched Minhyuk nervously approach her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His lips connected to hers feverishly, and she couldn’t help but moan, feeling his hard-on through his pants. She noticed as they made out that his lips were much softer than she had expected.

“Come on, Min, don’t treat her like a fucking doll. She likes it rough. She’s just nervous that someone else is touching her tonight.” Kihyun spoke as he watched Minhyuk’s eyes flick toward his friend and then back to her. A gasp left her lips when he shoved her onto the bed, hunger filling Minhyuk’s eyes as his body followed behind hers onto the bed.

In response to Kihyun’s call, Minhyuk got more aggressive, his gentle touches replaced with demanding ones that had her whimpering and squirming. He pinned her hands above her head with one of his own, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he said, “Like this, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” she stuttered out. His smirk grew more prominent as he heard the need in her voice. His other hand began to roam her body, trailing down her side until it reached the hem of her blouse. Gradually, he slipped his hand underneath her clothing, exploring the untouched skin.

His movements, though sure, were also somewhat clumsy due to their unfamiliarity. Upon noting this, she gently gripped his wrist, guiding him to where she craved his touch the most. “Here, Min...” she breathed out, a silent indication of her wants. “Right there.”

As Minhyuk’s finger traced her most intimate parts, she arched her back from the bed, a mix of a gasp and a moan escaping from her lips that only fueled Minhyuk’s lust to a new high. All the while, Kihyun watched, silently sporting an approving smile as he crossed his arms over his chest, letting his best friend fulfill his unspoken wish.

Minhyuk’s gaze was dark, filled to the brim with passion and lust when looking at her on the bed. His hands skated across her body, feeling her shirt’s sleek fabric before unbuttoning it with rapidly rising lust. The material was thrown to the floor, and Minhyuk’s eager eyes drank in the sight of her bare torso. Her body was a canvas for him, his rough hands like a painter’s brush, leaving trails of fire wherever they roamed - a masterpiece.

His eyes flickered back up to her face, seeing the silent plea in her eyes. As her chest heaved heavily with anticipation, Minhyuk dipped his head, dropping a line of wet kisses down her belly. Pausing at her navel, a wicked grin danced across his face as he gazed up at her, their eyes meeting, a silent understanding passing between them. He began to tug at the edge of her underwear, his movements deliberate as he savored the barely audible gasp she let out.

He kneeled at the edge of the bed and slipped her underwear off, throwing them somewhere in the room to be forgotten entirely. A shaky moan escaped her lips when his mouth attached to her mound and her hands attached to his black locks. She had to admit his mouth felt heavenly, and he knew what he was doing.

His tongue was an artist, each swipe and press creating symphonies of pleasure that echoed in the quiet room and bounced off the walls. The sounds of her pleasure were music to his ears, and they only prompted him to delve deeper, to explore further.

Her moans filled the room; her head was thrown back, eyes shut, and mouth agape. She heard Kihyun’s chuckle. A deep, throaty chuckle. Soundless cries left her parted lips, her breathing ragged at how the male practically worshiped her body.

The moan that came from Minhyuk only caused her grip on his hair to tighten, the once silent cries turning into full-blown pleas and want. He was driving her up the wall with sensation, unraveling her with the expertise she hadn’t known he possessed. Her moans were borderline pornographic as he nibbled away at her lower lips like it was his last dinner, lost in his relentless pursuit of her pleasure.

Kihyun didn’t break eye contact. He watched as she squirmed beneath Minhyuk, lost in the waves of pleasure that seemed to relentlessly crash over her. The severity of the situation became even more pronounced to Kihyun as he realized just how much he enjoyed this perverse observation. The twisted satisfaction was intoxicating; it was a dark and thrilling leap from the norm that he found himself curiously drawn towards.

The pleasure exhibited on their faces was contagious; the room filled with an electric energy that was hard for him not to get swept up in. He rubbed his hands on his thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans grounding him, a stark contrast against the sensual scenes unfolding before his eyes. His heart was pounding in his chest, echoing the rhythm of their unified moans. It was impossible for him to tear his gaze away, the sight entrancing him.

The room echoed with sounds of pleasure - each cry, each whimper, each plea acting as a siren’s call to his primal instincts. It was like a feast for the senses, heightening his perception of every gasp, every touch, and every lingering look.

In the shadowy atmosphere of the room, he felt his own desire uncurling within him, a warmth spreading through his veins. A grin crept onto his face as he contemplated joining them - an idea that would have seemed bizarre earlier but now was a tantalizing possibility. As the room filled with the scent of want and the intoxicating dance of passion unfolded before his eyes, he knew that there was no going back - this was a territory they had ventured into, a line they had crossed. It could never be redrawn, not that he wanted it to be.

Feeling the overwhelming surge of desire coursing through his body, Kihyun stood from the chair, taking slow, deliberate steps until he stood over the intertwined pair. The room was heavy with the scent of their arousal. It was almost too much, a provocation to his senses.

His eyes caught every detail - Minhyuk’s hands on her body, her flushed skin beneath them, the way she arched into her pleasure. The scene was unapologetically erotic, burning itself into his mind, stoking the flames of his desire into a searing blaze.

He ground his teeth together, a groan of longing slipping out. Yes, he wanted this. Every part of him, every fiber of his being, screamed out in acceptance of the desire, the need surging through him.

Shedding his clothes, Kihyun moved towards the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise as he claimed the space beside her on the bed. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, one hand snaking to her waist to pull her flush against his body.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged and his eyes a darker shade of their usual color. Against her lips, he whispered, “We’ve crossed a line tonight... and I don’t ever want us to go back.”

With a wicked grin, he resumed his attentions. His hands began to explore, his arousal growing at the sensation of her warm body underneath him, the promise of what was to come. He felt the thrill at the prospect of joining them, of sharing in this intimate connection.

Kihyun, fueled by his carnal desires, was ready to explore the unknown, the sinful, the alluring territory they’d ventured into, a realm he was now eager to claim, taste, and relish. The room, filled with the undeniable scent of their shared want, was their playground - a sinful testament to the unravelling of their restraint, hungry and wanting more.

Underneath the weight of Kihyun’s gaze, she shivered, her climax fast approaching. Kihyun’s eyes, heavy-lidded as they watched her writhing with pleasure, spurred her on as did the moans coming from Minhyuk and his tongue. The euphoria soon peaked, consuming her as her core clenched around nothing, her body instinctively seeking comfort. Moaning Minhyuk’s name, she clutched at the sheets beneath her, her body convulsing from the intensity of her release.

Kihyun’s lips quirked up in a satisfied smile at the sight before moving towards Minhyuk, excitement pulsing through him at what was to come. “Min,” he commanded, his voice heavy with lust, “get in front of her.”

Minhyuk complied eagerly, shuffling his body until he was in front of her. Meanwhile, Kihyun moved to position himself behind her. His fingers caressed the curve of her waist, then trailed down her body, venturing into the warmth between her thighs. Before flipping her around so she was on her knees. Kihyun reveled in the soft gasp she let out as he slowly slid himself inside her.

With a hiss of pleasure, Kihyun’s grip tightened on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts precise and controlled. The room swelled with sounds of passion, cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls as her body arched into him.

Her gasps hitched as she took in Minhyuk’s need-filled eyes. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him in, her lips colliding with his in a fevered kiss. Their rhythm matched Kihyun’s thrusts from behind, the room growing hotter with every moment that passed.

“Never going back.” Kihyun’s voice broke through the symphony of their shared pleasure, his voice rasped. His tone was raw, dark, his declaration final—their line indelibly drawn.

Pulling away from their heated kiss momentarily, she felt her breaths growing shallow and uneven. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide yet filled with the same intoxicating need as she looked at Minhyuk.

“Take him,” Kihyun’s voice was a low growl, still raw and throbbing with unspoken lust, the sounds of their shared enjoyment resonating in the scattered silence. “Show him how well your pretty mouth can take a fat cock, baby girl.”

In response, she lowered her gaze to Minhyuk’s swollen cock, her hand finding the base and giving a tentative stroke, her touch eliciting a deep groan from him. Encouraged by the reaction, she flattened her tongue against the head, tasting the bitter-sweet pre-cum before taking him fully in her mouth.

Minhyuk cried out, the sensation overwhelming, his hand instinctively diving into her hair. The sounds of his pleasure, his need, echoed in the room, fuelling Kihyun’s own rhythm, his movements becoming more forceful, more intense.

The sultriness within the room multiplied a hundredfold. Each whimper, each cry and moan, acting as a fuel to the rushing firestorm within them. The boundaries of pleasure and pain were blurred together, creating a symphony of sinful bliss. Their shared moans and gasps filled the air, forming a tantalizing soundtrack to the undeniably erotic scene. Kihyun’s voice was a rough command, pushing her further into the world of their shared desire.

“Look at him,” he murmured, wanting her to see Minhyuk lost in the throes of pleasure. “He’s been talking about you non-stop behind my back to the other members. You know, I bet they all want to fuck you. I know Hyungwon was interested in it. Maybe even the two younger ones want to pass you around, too.”

His words, laced with unabashed desire, seemed to halt time, heightening the intensity of the shared pleasure, triggering a fire that had her clenching around Kihyun and slurping at Minhyuk with renewed eagerness.

Kihyun watched as her enveloping warmth drove Minhyuk wild; his nails dug deep into her scalp, causing her to moan around him. The vibrations sent shock waves coursing through his length, spurring him on. Kihyun grunted, matching his rhythm with her bobs, riding the waves of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, her desire seemed to increase tenfold, her arousal peaked at the image of Minhyuk, unraveling under her touch. She drooled on him, took him deeper, and paid tribute to him with the sinful dance of her tongue. Cumulative sensations almost overwhelmed her: Kihyun pounding into her from behind, Minhyuk’s velvet length throbbing against her tongue. The sounds filled the room - Kihyun’s intermittent grunts, Minhyuk’s guttural moans, and her own breathy whimpers.

“Baby girl,” Kihyun panted out, undeterred by his ragged breaths. “Touch yourself.” He demanded, the raw huskiness of his tone triggering a wave of desire within her. Minhyuk reduced to a gasping mess, watched as her hand snaked down her body, the sight of her pleasuring herself while taking him in, drawing another groan from his lips. “Filthy fucking whore.”

Kihyun’s thrusts became increasingly erratic, spurred on by the intoxicating spectacle before him, losing himself to an orgasm that had him seeing stars. Minhyuk came next, his climax triggered by her skillful ministrations, his taste painting her tongue.

Cleaned up and spent – the trio lay there, entangled limbs and shared heat, a constant reminder of the night’s explorative journey. Beyond tonight beckoned a promise of shared satisfaction, a line drawn and crossed together, a rush of unspoken agreement they silently resolved to keep exploring. As the night descended, the anticipation of the sinful pleasures yet to come had their breath hitching in satisfaction.

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #minhyuk x reader #kihyun imagines #minhyuk imagines #kihyun x reader #kihyun smut #minhyuk smut #monsta x smut

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danghyuk · 3 years

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-ˋˏ MONSTA X ˎˊ-

AU List:

♬ - MV AU

✓ - Non-Idol AU

✧ - Harry Potter AU

♂ - Omegaverse

☆» Son Hyunwoo - Shownu

☆» Lee Minhyuk

☆» Yoo Kihyun

☆» Chae Hyungwon

☆» Lee Jooheon - Joohoney

☆» Im Changkyun - I.M

brat [suggestive] ♬

☆» Lee Hoseok - Wonho

#Monsta X #x male reader #monsta x masterlist #masterlist #shownu #joohoney #i.m #hyungwon #kihyun #wonho #minhyuk #sohn hyunwoo #lee jooheon #lee minhyuk #yoo kihyun #chae hyungwon #im changkyun #shin hoseok #lee hoseok

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Monsta X- Moan Denial

I decided to go with Monsta X because I have so much BTS stuff already! I might to the BTS one at a later date (if I remember lol) anyways, this is supposed to be a gender neutral reader (girl, guy, nb insert) so let me know if it leans too much one way or the other.

Warnings: Lewd, semi public, teasing, light bondage

Kihyun

He was bored during the movie and you were very much into it. Though he was glad you were enjoying the movie, idle hands lead to idle minds. He slipped his hand over your crotch and began rubbing. You flinched and tried to move his hand, but he whispered in your ear. “Let’s play a game. You stay quiet, and we can have even more fun when we get home.” You nodded and let go of his hand to let him continue.

The game continued even when you got home, you not making a sound as he pounded you into the mattress with the steady pace of his hips against yours. “Oh, you’re doing so good, jagiya. I would say you sound good too, but…” He chuckled and you thrusted into him, cutting him off with his own moan.

Wonho

If you wanted a vocal couple, that was you two, especially when you bottomed. However, there were important business men looking around the dorms. They arrived in the middle of you doing the do. Both of you had to be quiet. He hid his face in your shoulder and you busied himself with giving him hickeys so that you wouldn’t be moaning out loud. “I’m gonna…” he whispered. “Me too. Stay quiet.” The two of you orgasmed while sucking the soul out of each other.

Then you two cleaned up and he had to leave to at least see who was there. “S...sorry, I was sleeping and didn’t hear you.” He said and the men looked at each other. One cleaned his glasses. “Was it a very active dream then? We heard the bedsprings.” The other members were trying not to laugh.

Shownu

Both of you had decided that you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, so he suggested not moaning. The challenge would be to get the other to cry out in ecstasy and then whoever won would get to choose what fun thing to do next time. The secure way he would hold you down made you wanna call out his name followed by a string of curses, but you weren’t gonna.

Neither was he. He just kept to small grunts and heavy panting. Shownu grabbed your hands and kissed you before looking into your eyes. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna...win..I. I can’t. I’m gonna.” He started to moan as he released inside of you. He sighed and kept going until you saw stars before laying down next to you. “So, what’s next?” He asked with a smile.

Hyungwon

You were mad at him for teasing you today, so you had him tied up while you were riding him. Your undies were in his mouth so that he wouldn’t moan. Also, you weren’t making a sound either because you know how much he loved to hear you call for him. He silently begged you with those eyes of his to make a sound. Even in silence you could hear him.

“Moan for me, baby. Make those sweet sounds. They’re music to my ears.” but no. Not tonight. Even as you clawed down his chest and watched him squirm. Not even a squeak as you picked up your pace and pushed yourself over the tipping point, biting your lip. “You’re so mean.” He pouted one you untied him. You kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom.

Minhyuk

It was your turn to top tonight, and you decided you wanted to blindfold your boy. “You broke the gag, so I guess I just have to say it. Don’t make a sound, y’know, unless you want all the other members to see you like this.” He shook his head. “Good boy.” and you started moving your hips and watched him turn his moans into panting.

He looked like a puppy, but much cuter. The desperate look in his eyes as you pounded into him. Minhyuk bit his lips and shut his eyes tightly. Was he already this close? His dripping cock said yes. Soon enough, he came on his stomach and panted. You weren’t done with him yet, though...

Jooheon

So many this was kind of weird, but it actually worked. Your boyfriend had come home super horny and you hated to see him mastrubate without you. However, you had a headache and couldn’t do noise right now, so you said, “We can fuck if you don’t make any noise.” And he took you up on your offer.

Your honey did his best to keep his growls and groans to a minimum, even quieting his own panting because he didn’t want to disturb you too much. He was so eager and cute that you didn’t have the heart to tell him that your headache was gone after orgasming twice. His stamina was really insane.

I.M

He was on voice rest after going to a soccer game with the other boys. This gave you the perfect chance for you to tease him under the dinner table. His black painted nails froze in place as you sneakily unzipped him and began playing with him as you laughed along with the others about their experience. Changkyun then whispered in your ear and let you zip him up before leaving the table.

“He’s not feeling too well. I’m gonna go check on him.” You said before you smiled as your clothes were being ripped off as soon as you stepped into his bedroom. “If I have to stay quiet, so do you.” He said and began to fuck you recklessly from behind. You tried to follow the instructions for the most part, but it was hard when he was so good.

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male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too · 5 years

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If your requests are still open, can I request a reaction for Monsta X of them finding out their boyfriends first bias in the group wasn’t them? Please and thank you!

I’m sorry this has taken so long to do, I’ve been doing a lot of babysitting lately and I’m just making an excuse. But I hope you like itShownu

Hyungwoo would be calm, he understood how (Y/n) could have a bias that wasn’t him before they met. But after, he better be his boyfriend’s bias. Hyungwoo is a jealous boyfriend and would feel more possessive over (Y/n). He would be extra affectionate around that member or when he finds (Y/n)’s older stuff of the member. If his bias was Kihyun, Hyungwoo will back hug, kiss, and/or cuddle in front of him. Hyungwoo isn’t one for PDA but will kick it up a notch with Kihyun around or when he needs to be reminded that (Y/n) is dating him, not Kihyun. Wonho

He can either be completely okay with it or be jokingly hurt. Wonho knows that (Y/n) is his and he isn’t dating another member because of their looks. He knows that (Y/n) loves him for his personality and his heart. Wonho acts clingy anyway so he may act clingier when he needs to be reassured that Jooheon isn’t your bias. He isn’t even going to hide how possessive he is when (Y/n) finds his Jooheon photo cards. Minhyuk

Minhyuk would jokingly be mad but deep down would be only slightly bothered. He would say things like “I’m your bias now, right (Y/n)?” or “I’m your boyfriend, I am your ultimate bias.” It would cause doubt in himself. Like how his personality isn’t like (Y/n)’s bias. If it was Hyungwoo, Minhyuk would tone it down it a little bit so he is more like (Y/n)’s bias. After a talk, Minhyuk would act more like himself. (Y/n) told him that he dated Minhyuk for being himself, not for the person he acted like. Kihyun

He wouldn’t be too upset. Kihyun knew that biases changed and (Y/n) was dating him. Not Hyungwoo. Kihyun wouldn’t tell (Y/n) how it affected him. Because there was nothing to tell. He understood. But Kihyun better be his bias now. Hyungwon

Would be a little startled but would probably get a laugh out of it and move on. Hyungwon wouldn’t want to focus on it too much. (Y/n)’s bias was Minhyuk but Hyungwon and (Y/n) were together now. He’d rather cuddle with (Y/n) or watch a movie rather than focusing on if his boyfriend wanted someone else. Sure (Y/n) and Minhyuk were friends but Hyungwon felt something different with (Y/n). He felt it in the nights where (Y/n) was cuddled up to him or when (Y/n) cooked for him. They could both feel it when they said ‘I love you’ to each other on days off in bed when the sun is barely passing through the curtains. Jooheon

He would make a big deal about it. No doubt. First, it would be for laughs, but it would get under Jooheon’s skin. Like him and his boyfriend would be laying around the house, relaxing. Jooheon’s mind would start to wonder, 'would he be happier with Changkyun?’. He would break down one day and ask (Y/n) if he would be happier with Changkyun. (Y/n) was devastated that his heony thought that and cuddled and babied him for the day and much more time after that. Changkyun

Tbh he would act like he’s the best thing but would seriously see how (Y/n) could have another bias. As long as he was supporting Monsta x, he had no problem.

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7ungmo · 6 years

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Monsta X Reactions

➖ Request ; “monsta x reaction to seeing reader's individual teaser for their group's comeback which was very daring, with the teaser having a lollipop in reader's mouth?”

➖ Additional ; the original request got deleted

SHOWNU ; SON HYUNWOO

Shownu isn’t exactly the type to get flustered over small things. He’s used to your little games to try and seduce him and it usually doesn’t work. However, this teaser.. something just snapped. It was the first time your group tried a daring concept like this. Plus having solo teasers for each member?

Shownu: Hey.. (Y/n)?

(Y/n): Did you see my teaser!

Shownu: Yeah, you want to try something bigger than a lollipop..?

(Y/n): .. A popsicle? Yeah let’s go for ice cream to celebrate!

WONHO ; LEE HOSEOK

Hoseok has done some daring things, and you took inspiration from him to be able to look in the camera and smirk with a lollipop on your tongue. Of course, this was all after you watched a couple videos of him being.. wild. Anyway, he watches the teaser and is immediately impressed because you’re usually the more tame one in the relationship.

Wonho: My boyfriend grew up! Look! Look at his teaser!

Minhyuk: Hyung, if you don’t stop, I’ll take (Y/n)-ah from you.

MINHYUK ; LEE MINHYUK

Minhyuk.. is kind of like that one dramatic friend that you have. Except, he’s somehow your boyfriend. He facetimes you as soon as he’s done watching your teaser and starts yelling.

Minhyuk: Why didn’t I get a feature in this!! You look so awkward you needed to loosen up a little! (Y/n), you look so good, I can’t handle.

(Y/n): I’m guessing you liked it?

Minhyuk: No, babe, I loved it, now come home before your fans eat you. Have you seen the comments?

KIHYUN ; YOO KIHYUN

Kihyun is described as a nagging mom, and you don’t quite see it until he reacts to your teaser. You see, you guys were on skype while he watched it on his phone. His eyes immediately widened when you come into the frame, (e/c) eyes looking up and down right through the screen, smirking with the lollipop stick sticking out from the corner of your mouth.

Kihyun: You think this is good for the younger fans? You’re already giving them heart attacks and now this? A sexy concept? You’re going to kill me!

HYUNGWON ; CHAE HYUNGWON

Hyungwon.. doesn’t know how to react. He licks his dry lips first and then looks at you. The same gaze you tried to imitate in the video, and boy did it look better on him. He stares at you for a while, not knowing what to say.

Hyungwon: You look sexy, but I suppose that’s what you were going for?

(Y/n): Duh.

Hyungwon: Do you want to.. show me that outfit in the bedroom?

JOOHEON ; LEE JOOHEON

Jooheon gets so excited, he stays up all night waiting for your teaser, and even though you spoiled the time for him, he’s still surprised when he refreshes the page when your video loads. After a second, he pauses the video and goes out to find you.

Jooheon: Do you know what I almost did because of you?! I almost commented on the video with the Monsta X account! You-

(Y/n): Is that how much you liked it?

Jooheon: I only watched a second.

I.M ; IM CHANGKYUN

Changkyun, I’d say he’s a little awkward with things like this. Being idols and dating is really hard, especially for two men, and you going back and forth from the dorms really frustrates him, so he distracts himself with videos of you. He sees one that was recently released from the company and he’s confused.

Changkyun: On the phone yelling. You’re having a comeback?! You didn’t tell me! I had to find out like this! What type of boyfriend-

(Y/n): Kyun-

Changkyun: I’ll forgive you for being disrespectful if you come over and bring food.

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exhoe-imagines · 6 years

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Monsta X reaction to their male bff confessing to them

Anonymous Requested: Monsta X reaction to one of their guy friends being gay and confessing that he likes him. (If you're not comfortable with doing this then it's fine! 😊)

A/N: Aww of course we’re ok with this dear!! We want all of our readers to feel comfortable requesting, no matter what their gender/sexuality is!! Please feel free to request stuff like this more often, our blog is here to make you guys happy, remember that <3 - Admin Ruby

Shownu -

Hyunwoo would be very comforting when you came out, letting you know that his opinion of you had not changed at all. When you confessed, he’d blush and stay silent for a moment, taking in the new information before responding.

“Ahh really? That makes me happy.”

Wonho -

Hoseok would be very chill with your coming out, lightly scolding you for not telling him earlier. When you confessed he’d giggle, mischief in his eyes as he pulled you close.

“I’m not surprised, no one can resist my charms ~”

Minhyuk -

Minhyuk would listen intently when you came out, nodding along to your words as he smiled understandingly. When you confessed, he’d be overjoyed, immediately grasping one of your hands in his while he grinned.

“Does that mean I can call you my boyfriend now?”

Kihyun -

Kihyun would go into total mom mode when you came out, listening carefully to everything you said and nagging you a little for not trusting him enough to tell him earlier. When you confessed, he’d be very smug, proud that you had chosen him out of all the members.

“I hope you know that you’re mine now, I can’t let the other members steal you.”

Hyungwon -

Hyungwon would be the most shocked at your coming out of all the members. It wouldn’t be in a bad way at all, he’d just merely be surprised. Your confession would catch him off guard too, and he’d turn quiet and blushy very quickly.

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

Jooheon -

Jooheon would be all smiles when you came out, happy that you had trusted him enough to tell him. Your confession would bring an even bigger grin to his face as he giggled.

“That’s good, considering I like you too.”

I.M. -

Changkyun would be very intrigued when you came out, asking lots of questions like ‘when did you know?’ and ‘have you told anyone else?’ Your confession would stun him for a moment, but he’d quickly recover, giving you a sly response.

“I'm just irresistible, aren’t I?”

#monsta x #monsta x reaction #monsta x imagine #monsta x scenario #monsta x male reader #son hyunwoo #shownu #wonho #shin hoseok #minhyuk #lee minhyuk #kihyun #yoo kihyun #hyungwon #chae hyungwon #jooheon #lee jooheon #im changkyun #i.m.

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atiny-piratequeen · 3 years

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Kinktober '21 Masterlist

The following below is my 2021 Kinktober list~ I've chosen from prompts sent to me or paid commissions from folks for this upcoming October. Please note I write for readers of all gender identities so the x reader works below that arent specified will have more specifications when that actual work is posted. This post will function as the Masterlist post for Kinktober 2021 and will be updated as such when I post the works.

If you'd like to be tagged in a particular work, I urge you to fill out my taglist form (18+ for nsfw works...which these all are)

I also will be posting works between this account and my multi account @nocturne-overtures so I'll have a small key so you know which work is going where before it gets posted!

🏴‍☠️= works posted here @atiny-piratequeen

🌌=works posted over @nocturne-overtures

Camboy Yeosang x Sugar Daddy Jongho 🏴‍☠️

Polyteez Breeding + Plugging Seonghwa (Night Shift Verse/NS Ch.11)🏴‍☠️

OT8 Polyteez x Dominant Reader- Vibrator + Semi Public Play 🏴‍☠️

Soft Femdom Reader x Mingi- Voluntary Feminization, Body Worship, Toys 🏴‍☠️

Daddy Kink Minhyuk (BTOB) x Felix- Spanking and Cumming from Punishment 🌌

Feifei x Seonghwa-Maid Uniform🏴‍☠️ (RP Verse)

Seonghwa x Jongho/Whiro-Consentacle Tentacles (Against the Tide Verse) 🏴‍☠️

Dom Hwa x Sub Felix-Breeding Kink 🏴‍☠️

Han Jisung x Hyunjin-Ice Cube Insertion, Healing Bondage, Sensory Deprivation🌌

Dragon Seonghwa x Reader-Predator/Prey Kink, Chase Kink (Consensual Hunt and Find)🏴‍☠️

Male Reader x Submissive Hanse-Cockwarming + Orgasm Denial 🌌

Reader x Yeosang-, Mommy Kink, Public 🏴‍☠️

Mingi x San-Mutual Masturbation (All Eyes On Me:Fever Verse) 🏴‍☠️

Lucas x Jackson-Puppy Play, Leashes, Praise Kink 🌌

Suzuka x Bang Chan-Marking Kink (Against the Tide Verse) 🌌

Rowoon x Reader-Spanking + Body Worship 🌌

Kun x Reader- Blowjobs Under Table + Exhibitionism 🌌

OT8 Polyteez(Wooyoung Focused)-Panties + Nudes + Public + Teasing 🏴‍☠️

Chubby Cow Hybrid Reader x Yeosang-Lactation Kink 🏴‍☠️

Top AMAB Reader x Hongjoong-Knotting + Blindfolds 🏴‍☠️

FeiFei x Seonghwa-Cock Cage 🏴‍☠️ (RP Verse)

Yuta x Mark Lee-Teasing + Phone Sex + Toys 🌌

Sugar Daddy Taemin + Minho x Sugar Baby Mark Lee + Ten 🌌

Taemin x Lia-Soft, Bratty Sex 🌌(RP Verse)

Mean Dom Jongho x Gahyeon-Vibrators, Public Play, Crying, Subspace🏴‍☠️

Jaebeom x Jinyoung-Rough Sex, Possessiveness, Praise Kink, Light Punishment🌌

Dom Yunho x Submissive/Switch Reader-Power Switch, Dry Humping, Thigh Sex, Praise🏴‍☠️

Dom Wonho x Hongjoong + Wooyoung-Spanking, Degradation, Strength Kink, Size Kink (Night Shift Verse)🏴‍☠️

Submissive Yunho x Dominant Noona Reader-Puppy Play, Collars, Praise Kink, Degradation (Paid Commission) 🏴‍☠️

Vampire Jackson x Werewolf Big Matthew x Reader-Threesome, Double Penetration, Biting, Knotting (Paid Commission) 🌌

Whiro (Jongho) x Reader x Geb (Yunho)-Grab Bag Kinks ((there’s a fuckin lot)) (Against the Tide Verse) 🏴‍☠️

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star-suh · 6 months

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Lee Minhyuk

sloppy problem

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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sub drop — monsta x

request: Hey so I'm not entirely sure if you accept reaction requests if not then a headcanon is fine I was wondering how a male reader would take care of sub monsta x during a sub drop possibly a mix of for some it's their first ever sub drop and for others it's not, tysm n ily!!

a/n: sorry this took forever 😭😭 i hope you like it :,)

word count: 1.8k

content: sub!monsta x, none are smutty :), sub drop obviously, use of a safeword (minhyuk’s part), aftercare, just general sub/dom things,

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he can’t shake the feeling. he tries to just get over it, because while he obviously knows you care about him, he’s doesn’t want to let you know that anything is wrong. and he doesn’t even know what’s wrong with him.

it’s just that every time you’ve been holding him close, objectifying him in a way that he adores, making him feel like all he has to be is pretty to be worthy of praise, it doesn’t feel like it should. he’s so used to pressure, pressure, pressure. he’s used to high expectations, and he’s used to working hard because he can’t let people down. he’s always been adored, but with you, he doesn’t have to work for it.

and yet, it doesn’t have the same kick that it used to. he doesn’t get the high, airy, “in the clouds” feeling, at least not recently. he knows you can sense it, he’s a good actor but he’s not that good of an actor, and you can see it in his eyes. he’s getting uncomfortable and nervous.

“sweet bear,” you murmur as you wrap your arms around him, “what’s been going on with you? is everything alright?”

“i’m okay,” he responds blankly, but he holds you tightly like he doesn’t ever want to let you go, “i just haven’t been feeling great about… you know what recently.”

“ah, then that could be my fault. i need to take care of you better afterward. how about tonight we just relax, not as dominant and submissive, but just as lovers?”

“okay.”

lee hoseok/wonho:

you find him with tears on his cheeks as he cries silently. he either sobs unimaginably loud and buries himself into your arms for hours on end, or he’s quiet in your room with soft sniffles and hiccups heard from the other side of the door.

but he just lies there, crying. he looks so out of it, but in the worst way possible. he looks miserable, wallowing in the feelings that he’s silently submerged himself in hopes that you wouldn’t have to see him like this.

“hoseok, darling,” your words fill the room, and he’s suddenly so suffocated by all the darkness.

“please- i- please make it stop.”

you’re by his side in a second, “make what stop, baby?” he shakes his head, pulling you by your wrist onto the bed so you’re as close to him as possible as he cuddles and wraps himself around you like you’re a teddy bear, “sweetheart,” you say, running your fingers through his hair. he sighs comfortably with you close to him and playing with his hair always made him feel sleepy.

as the tears begin to stop, you lull him to sleep with little whispered nothings, “i love you, sweetheart. please let me know whenever you start to feel bad, okay? i want to be here for you.”

lee minhyuk:

it’s not like it never happens, but it’s still so unusual that it confuses him every time. it creeps up on him slowly until he’s lying beneath you, all dazed and under your control, with a sudden ache in his stomach. it’s anxiety and nervousness that he has no reason to be feeling, but he does.

he knows you wouldn’t want him to hide it, so he calls the safeword immediately, and the change in your expression and demeanor makes his heart swoon just a little bit. suddenly he’s free from the restraints and in your arms and you’re whispering sweet things to him, rubbing his chest to soothe the marks you’d left earlier.

“it's happening again,” he groans, “the thing we had talked about a while ago. when i started feeling bad all of a sudden.”

“ahh, okay. thanks for telling me, sweetheart,” you press a kiss to his forehead, “what i can do right now to help, besides the obvious aftercare stuff?”

“please just- tell me you didn’t mean the things you said to me.”

his plea makes your heart shatter just a bit, but you keep it together for his sake, “i meant none of it. you’re the most important and sweetest angel in my life, my darling sun. i could never mean it. you’re such a sweet soul, my perfect little vita-min,” he smiles softly, feeling so high and light, “i love you, min. don’t forget it.”

he's not mentally there enough to say it back, but you can feel it in the way he moves to hold your hand. you take it, and never let him go.

yoo kihyun:

kihyun is a good communicator… most of the time. he’s mostly gotten past the instinct to bury his feelings down and just deal with whatever’s happening because that had upset you in the past and he doesn’t like making you upset.

but he didn’t know how to verbalize these feelings that had slowly overtaken him. he’s never felt these paralyzing and hellish feelings before, they crept upon him, and the moment you were out that door, they hit him like a ton of bricks.

he wants to call out your name, he wants to cry, but he doesn’t. he can’t. he just lies there, swallowed up by the sheets as he suffocates on his own feelings.

“hey,” you whisper, catching his attention. he’s startled by your call, and you can see in his reaction and nervousness that he isn’t alright.

but he’s still kihyun, and this vulnerability he didn’t get to allow himself to show leaves him anxious, he doesn’t have a sense of control over his lack of control and it makes him uncomfortable.

“kihyun, baby, you’re alright,” you murmur as you kiss his forehead, “you’re okay. you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to, just tell me what you need. do you want me here with you? or would you rather me go sit in the other room?”

“with me,” he groans, offering up a spot on the bed next to him, “i want to hold you,” he says. he looks so small right now, especially because his fiery, intense, yet loving personality is just so big that you forget that he’s this fragile little thing sometimes. in that moment, all you felt like doing was holding him tightly and never letting go, protecting him from all the bad things and bad feelings.

but that wasn’t what he wanted. he’s still your kihyun, and this is his way of feeling better, “okay,” you say, “hold me close, will you?”

chae hyungwon:

hyungwon is naturally kind of embarrassed that he’s submissive to you. he hides it well, but he still asks that it not be brought up to any extent in conversation that involves other people. to the world, hyungwon is the one in control, and only behind closed doors does he fall to his knees for you.

but, still, that nervousness and shyness and anxiety eats away at him, makes him feel small and unconfident, and he starts to distance himself emotionally whenever he’s unhappy for any reason. you had done nothing wrong, but hyungwon still hasn’t found peace with the nature of your relationship.

it’s not that he’s deprived of what he wants, but being yours is what he wants, he just can’t stand for anyone else to know that.

and so these bad feelings manifest every now and then, but you and him are used to them. he gives himself a few hours to wallow in them, to truly feel them, and then he asks for a cute little date night as a reminder that your relationship is built off of love and not just dominance over him.

and of course, he requests that you sweet talk him the whole night, “i love you, wonnie. don’t ever believe otherwise, you hear me? you’re my perfect little butterfly, so tall and gorgeous and sweet and kind and loving and absolutely perfect. there’s nothing i don’t adore about you.”

it seems to do the trick.

lee jooheon:

he can’t tell when it happens, but you spot it every time. he becomes somewhat hostile towards you, of course, the feelings aren’t exactly what he wants to feel but he can’t help the amount to which he just becomes harsh and closed off.

but he still listens, still smiles faintly when you hold his hand, “jooheon, sweetheart, im sorry we’ve been neglecting your needs to the point where you feel this way, can you please just talk to me? can you tell me how you feel?”

“i- i don’t feel good. i don’t feel good about anything we do usually, and i’m stuck on why. i’m not hurt, you took care of me well after every session. and i’m just-”

he doesn’t finish his sentence, but you find the right words for him, “frustrated that you don’t understand your feelings?”

“yeah… yeah that’s about right. i’m not mad at you, i just- im mad that i don’t understand why i feel so bad right now.”

“joo, baby, this isn’t irrational or not normal. it’s completely fine to feel like this, and in fact, i’m glad you’re so in tune with your feelings that you’re really trying to understand and feel them completely. hiding them won’t do anything.”

“so- what do we do now?” he asks.

“whatever you want, my sweet bee. you come first tonight.”

im changkyun/i.m:

it had been days since the session, and yet the bad feelings wait to hit him when he’s making breakfast for himself, without you there. he’s not at home and won’t be for a while, and subsequently doesn’t have you there with him.

with the time difference that he forgot to take into account, you’re asleep when he calls. he tries to apologize heavily for waking you up, but since he woke you up, you’re not letting him hang up unless he tells you why he called.

“i didn’t feel well emotionally all of a sudden, and i just wanted to be with you,” he murmurs, and it shatters all of your tired little heart, “and this is the best i’ve got right now. i’m sorry for bothering you while you were asleep, my love.”

“don’t apologize for prioritizing your needs, kyun. do you want to talk?”

“not… really??”

“alright, then i’ll stay on the call with you. im gonna try to go back to sleep, but please let me know if you want to talk. no sleep is more important than my angel.”

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iibonniee · 7 months

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Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: priest!minhyuk, priest kink, fingering, spanking, oral (both receiving) unprotected sex, anal, cum eating, creampie

Rating: R

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N only knew of one Priest who would help her get rid of her sins on such short notice.

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove @iamkyunie @doveslittlekpoparchive @dessianna1

The beautiful home sat tall and strong, almost beckoning anyone to come forth if they dared. Now wasn’t the time to run from this place. She had to go in and confess her sins to the man just beyond the door. She had done far too much over the past week alone, which caused worry that not even the Lord himself would forgive her.

The walk up the driveway seemed to stretch forever, but in reality, it was no more than ten seconds before she found herself in front of the handsome, double wooden doors. Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. Should she retreat into the inviting shadows, allow her wrongdoings to entirely consume her, and leave her wavering on the edge? The question danced in her mind, tugging at her resolve’s ratty fabric. While a part of her trembled at the thought of such brutal honesty, she shook her head, dismissing the cowardly thoughts.

No. It was not an option. Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, she fixed her gaze on the towering wooden doors. She must step into the heart of her redemption, bear her soul to the heat of judgment, and plead to be bathed in the balm of divine forgiveness.

She had to go in and ask to be forgiven.

She couldn’t stand another sleepless night. So she moved forward, opening the beautiful wooden door. The home was silent and empty beside a male who sat on the couch in the middle of his living room. His attention didn’t falter when the door opened. Instead, he continued with his reading.

“Excuse me?” She cleared her throat, attempting to catch his attention. Beautiful brown eyes caught hers with ease. She swore her heart skipped a bit. She’s heard so many stories about this place. This home, his home. How can he save even the person who was practically drowning in sin?

But her mind raced down a dark path. It was far too fast for her to stop it. She couldn’t allow it to go anymore.

“May I help you, miss?” Concern creased his brow as he gestured for her to enter. Her feet seemed to move on their own, maintaining a slow and hesitant pace. As she approached him, she couldn’t help but marvel at the house’s elegance. The decorated windows refracting a rainbow of hues, the high, vaulted ceilings, and the countless rows of framed pictures, each one recounting its own tale, dominated the grand space. She nearly swallowed her gasp, absorbed by the array of memories etched in each frame. “Miss?”

“I—I apologize,” she mumbled, her eyes downcast, unable to meet his sharp gaze. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs, a sign of her escalating emotions. Through a trembling internal haze, she noted just how close he had got to her — close enough for her to be swept up in his aura and to sense, with startling vividness, every line etched on his face. “It was my hope,” she continued, her voice barely a whisper, thick with remorse, “that I could seek refuge here, that perhaps my sins might be forgiven.”

He gave her a soft smile as he closed his book. His eyes were so brown and pure compared to her own. Hers screamed how corrupt she was. How deep into sin she allowed herself to fall. She found herself in a disgusting pit, surrounded by sin. She wasn’t sure she could be saved.

She might have been a goner.

“All sins can be forgiven.” He gestured for her to stand before him, which she did with such hesitance. He gave her a comforting smile and a small nod. “Kneel before me.”

She stood still, momentarily hesitant, as she eyed his face for a sign to run. Anything. When she noted his comforting smile never changed, she listened to him.

“Tell me, child,” He took a moment to glance at her before looking up at the ceiling in thought. “What have you done to make God frown upon you?”

“Greed,” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper as a flush of embarrassment quickly painted her face a vivid scarlet. Then she paused, taking a moment to clear her throat before she continued, “I’ve offered false testimony… lied, stolen, disrespected His sacred name, and fallen prey to my own envy, among other things.”

She could feel his eyes on her and wondered if he wanted to judge her. Her list was long. It had been far too long, so maybe she had already confirmed her spot in hell. His silence made her feel uneasy. It made her squirm as he turned to the cross, letting out a small chant.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I’d do anything to get back into his good graciousness.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. With how he looked at her, she was unsure if she could. She was worried there was not a chance for her to be saved.

“It does seem overwhelming,” he admitted, clearing his throat as his gaze averted momentarily. She watched him silently as he shut his eyes, seemingly gathering his composure. Then he swiveled back towards her, his decision set. “We must cleanse you of these sins as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the more that must be done.”

His statement hung heavily in the air, punctuated by a palpable silence. She felt a jolt of worry, a current of dread coursing through her veins. She gulped quietly, feeling the weight of her sins pressing down on her. But despite her hesitation, a part of her understood. She readied herself with his words echoing in her head, nodding slowly. She was ready to face the consequences, no matter how daunting they appeared.

With a slight gleam of approval in his eyes, he smiled reassuringly. “Come on,” he prompted, patting his knee with a surprising gentleness, “Ass up.” His words, a strange mix of stern command and understated compassion, nudged her slowly toward her imminent redemption.

She almost choked on her spit at his words, “E-Excuse me?”

“You must be punished for your sins so I can help you start a new chapter. So please make this easy for me so I can help clear you over your sins.”

“Is this really necessary, Father…”

“Father Lee. And it is. It’s your first step in becoming a new person.”

Pausing briefly to collect her thoughts, she reflected upon the depth of her current predicament. It seemed only fitting to see it through to the end. Listening to his command, she positioned herself over his knees, her body exposed in this vulnerable state. When the first resounding smack echoed against the hallowed house walls, she couldn’t suppress the sharp hiss that escaped her lips, the sting of it all bordering on tear-inducing.

In the almost silent home, the man’s muffled murmurs mixed with the sounds of additional slaps gracing her skin. This fiery sensation was a novelty, each slap carving a fresh imprint onto her already singed skin. After the initial count reached five, she battled with an unexpected feeling. The warmth coursing through her lower half brought a surge of arousal, a sensual moistness awakening a dormant desire. This sacred confession had inadvertently morphed into a journey of self-discovery, with her body reacting in ways she’d never expected.

“P-Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was even begging for anymore. The stinging was sending unknown pleasures throughout her body. She craved more, and she absolutely hated it. She was here to be forgiven, not to act like a slut horny for more. But she couldn’t help it. Her body was screaming for more, completely used to the sting.

“What was that?” He hummed, rubbing her ass. His voice was husky as he turned to look at her jeaned-covered ass. “Could it be,” he ventured, his voice a low, tantalizing rumble that made her heart flutter, “that it’s not your own sound begging for more, but the consuming wicked want within you, begging to draw out this confession?” His inquiry, cloaked in suggestive undercurrents, bathed the cathedral in a layer of intoxicating audaciousness, washing over her like a sinful benediction. “God wouldn’t want a whore in my home, now, would he? The one I Christened so well? And you come in here and put filth all over it. Is that what you want?”

“No.” she gasped, her breath hitching as he unbuckled her jeans. His eyebrow arched noticeably as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of her scarlet underwear.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Did my discipline work you up to this extent?” Uncertainty coursed through her, struggling to decipher if he was disgusted by her arousal or intrigued by it. She was helpless against her body’s reactions. “What did we discuss about lustful behavior?”

She barely gasped as one of his fingers plunged into her without warning. “Depraved,” he growled out, a tone that held both reprimand and a hint of pleasure. Ignoring her attempts to muffle her escalating moans, he scoffed lightly before adding another digit. Her body convulsed forward with each relentless, rough thrust of his fingers. “A wanton display, even beyond my reach,” he murmured, his words laced with regret and a touch of wicked delight. “And you want to be saved so badly.”

“I-I’m sorry,” She whimpered, all pretense of reverence lost under the icy stare of the man receiving her confession. His fingers were weaving an intoxicating spell, each masterful stroke sending her jolts of pleasure. Her entire body was aflame with desire, blurring the line between pleasure and sin. Briefly, she found herself contemplating whether the devil himself would reserve her a spot in hell; it felt almost like a certainty now.

“You’re sorry? Hardly,” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone, “You’re on the brink, ready cum all over my fingers like a filthy whore. Saving seems a fleeting dream now, doesn’t it?” His words, spoken so soft yet cutting through her like a hot knife, were underscored by another crisp slap against her ass. She uttered a sharp cry when his fingers abandoned her, leaving her on the cusp of an epiphany she had not yet granted. “I don’t think a filthy whore like you can be saved.”

His words, feather-soft but slicing through her like a blade, were punctuated by another stinging slap against ass. She writhed where she lay, letting out a keening moan when his fingers cruelly withdrew, which was already aching with her denied climax. The irresistible torment was almost unbearable. Longing for relief, she whimpered, staring back at him through tear-filled eyes, her body crying out for the next installment of their sinful exchange.

“On your knees,” he commanded. Obediently, she slipped from his lap and knelt before him, her gaze straying upward as he rose to his full height. The wickedness of his hard-on, stark against the fabric of his trousers, was a sight to see. She hadn’t realized how he’d been affected when she sat on his lap, too entangled in her heady pleasure. His dick was hard, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. She looked up at him, a silent question glimmering in her eyes: How would her sucking his hard cock cleanse her? But he didn’t provide an answer. No sooner had she parted her lips to voice her question than he plunged his throbbing length into the soft deepness of her mouth, his fingers lacing through her hair, guiding her along his journey as he dived deeper into her throat, eliciting choked noises.

“Damn…” He groaned lowly, utilizing her hot mouth as an unholy altar.

Panting heavily, she aimed to regain her breath, but it seemed he wouldn’t permit her such a break. Her mouth was his playground - his to destroy as he pleased. And all she could do was kneel obediently, hoping somehow, this act could atone for her sins. Through wet, lashed eyes, she glimpsed him, head thrown back in ecstasy, lips bitten in an enticing display of lust. This sight alone sparked a wave of desire that washed over her, a dying need to touch herself. But just as her hands started wandering down her body…

“Divinity shuns those who indulge themselves,” He rasped, his previously shut eyes now bearing into her, cold brown eyes reprimanding her removed fingers. “You seek atonement, don’t you?” His words, muffled by his heaving breaths, made it hard for her to retort. “I’m merely cleansing all the deceit from your tainted lips.”

Even amidst his speech, his relentless assault on her mouth didn’t cease, small grunts escaping his clenched teeth each time his length delved deeper into her throat. His mutterings left her unsure if he was whispering silent prayers or merely singing her praises under his breath.

His fervor was a sacred and profane ritual, an unhallowed symphony of sin intertwined with her willing surrender, underlined by the rhythmic request of his carnal pleasure. Fucked as she was, she tasted the rush of warmth flooding her mouth as he jerked within it. The suddenness of his release caught her off-guard, leaving a bitter aftertaste of sin and satisfaction.

“Swallow it, every drop,” His eyes, once a soft chestnut, had transformed into a darker, molten hue. He guided her up with sharp motions until she was leaned against the couch armrest.

“For the finale, darling, you must behave,” he crooned, his voice a sinful brew of command and temptation. Her acknowledgment came as a meek nod, her thighs trembling from anticipation as she felt the insistent prod of his now hard-on at her entrance. He slid into her with agonizing slowness, halting midway - a tormenting tease designed to test her patience, her body.

“Please…” Her plea was a desperate whisper, eyes welling up with pent-up need. Was he getting himself off someone from making her beg, from keeping her dangling on the edge of relief? Her body thrummed with an intensity she had never known, desperate for release for him.

“Gospels command patience. Shouldn’t you do the same?”

“Father Lee…” She attempted to grind her hips, her body yearning for friction, for him – but he stopped her moving. Sanity threatened to abandon her as she was consumed by the spiraling whirlpool of need. His grip tightened, jerking her gaze to meet the decorative wall before her. She counted each agonizingly slow heartbeat, silently begging for him to move, for him to grant her the pleasure she was painfully seeking. The silence was only broken by their panting breaths, time slowly drifting away while they were soaked in their wicked violation and the sacred silence of the home.

“Beggers find no mercy,” His voice was carnally set, a vulnerable undertone threatening to fracture into lustful musings. “Even those who wriggle and writhe denied their anticipated erotic pleasure.”

His hand landed a sharp spank on her ass, eliciting an intoxicating cry from her lips. The sting of recollection blossomed a new, urging her neediness to spiral. Yet, she maintained her silence, mesmerized by each detail of the photos on the wall. As if her prayer was answered, he ruthlessly thrust himself into her cunt with a force that threatened her grip on the soft couch. His rhythm was brutal, starkly differing with his iron grip on her waist.

“D-Damn…” Her whimpers laced the unholy atmosphere but were never ignored. Instead, his fingers twisted in her hair again, compelling her to keep her gaze fixed ahead of her. An odd sense of gratitude surged through her – for the ethereal aura radiating from the family portraits adorning the walls. These portraits had curiously paved the way for her encounter with this captivating tormentor of a man with a relentless hold over her senses. He was leading her down the path of unspoken pleasure with an intensity that overlooked anything. With each relentless thrust, her lips participated in prayers that acknowledged her gratefulness.

He was merciless, granting her no time to become accustomed to the invasive feeling of him inside her. It felt like an enchanting form of punishment, the relentless anticipation he’d brewed now subdued by his vigorous thrusts alone. His low groans filled her ears, killing her ability to maintain coherent thought, especially as his hand landed a firm spank on her already sensitive ass. If this path of sinfulness promised her the completion of absolute pleasure, she’d willingly sacrifice her devotion again and again.

A surge of heat threatened to overwhelm her again in what felt like the umpteenth climax within an hour. She climbed to ecstasy, rocking very close on the brink of her release. With a level of quickness that irked her, he sensed her impending explosion and abruptly halted his thrusts. The abrupt end drew a strangled cry from her lips, her mind darting towards violent fantasies against her tormentor.

“Did you say your prayers?” He mocked, a devilish grin on his features.

“With God as my witness-”

“A tut, tut for you,” His hand kneaded her ass, drawing a growl from her. “Appreciation must be offered for the pleasure received. For his sinful generosity. Are you showing gratitude, my dear?”

“Yes.” She squeaked, her teeth biting her lower lip to suppress her cries.

“Where was I?” He murmured, returning to his punishing rhythm. A strangled yelp passed her lips when his fingers danced over her clit. She was on the brink, dangerously close to her release. Then she spiraled into ecstasy with one brutal lash of his hips.

Her fingers dug into the couch with such ferocity that they imprinted on her skin. Pleasured trembles wracked her frame as the floodgates of ecstasy broke, rendering her speechless. Amid her climax, she could barely muster the strength to remain upright, relying almost entirely on his iron-like grip. His own release soon followed, filling her way beyond her grasp.

Her wail echoed within the sacred walls when he withdrew, leaving her empty and craving more. But her pleas quickly morphed into curses as he shuffled her around, presenting her ass to him. Without warning, he entered.

“W-what-”

“Shhh.” He hushed her as he pushed deeper into her uncharted territory.

Pain bounced like lightning through her body, compelling her to plead. “Father Lee,” she whimpered, tears glistening as she turned back and stared at him. However, something sinful inside her began to stir once more at the sight of his swollen cock sliding in and out of her ass, aided by the sight of his cum covered cock.

It was a peculiar sensation, a blend of agony and pleasure that left her breathless. Despite her initial protest, she found herself spiraling closer toward another climax – a testament to his sinful touch.

“Touch yourself. Don’t let my cum I gave you drip anymore out of your pretty pussy and down your legs.” he commanded, his voice a sinful rumble.

Realizing her shameless act sent quick shivers of strange delight through her. Her fingers entered her wet cunt, eagerly trying to collect and keep every drop of him from her previous climactic episode. The edge of euphoria was near, so close within reach. Her touch was not a patch on his expert strokes, but they did their sensual dance, driving her wild.

The whimpers and murmured pleas that escaped her painted the room with sinful tones of pleasure. His ongoing relentless thrusts sent her skin ablaze; each movement drew her closer to the brink. Her wails amplified as the second wave of orgasm washed over her, deafening every other sense. She barely felt his position change, shifting to kneel behind her, his eager lips instantly making contact with her dripping cunt.

A gasp ripped through her as his sinful tongue lapped their combined cum. His thick digits invaded her moist cunt, the sensation magnified tenfold compared to her own as he repeated his previous rhythm. His forceful grip kept her pressed against the arm of the couch. The wave of explosive pleasure tingling every nerve made her body radiate heat, on the verge of a shattering climax. Her already clouded senses were drowned further into an abyss at the sight of his penetrating gaze landing on her, the lewd slurping sounds making her crave more. A twist of his fingers wrung choked sobs from her.

She felt her coherent self-fragmenting on the cusp of the third wave of tremors. Her eyes clamped shut as a resounding cry tore through her once more. Not merely a climax, but a gushing release, overwhelming her senses. Her flushed face radiated heat, light-headedness seeping in. Faint kisses scattered along her sensitive thighs brought her back from her daze. Facing his now-standing figure, he flashed an endearing smile before leaning in for a hot, fervid kiss, a taste of their shared indulgence, a potent reminder of her sin.

Drawing back slightly, he cradled her face, his gaze lingering over her rosy, swollen lips and parted mouth, still gasping for air. His fingers traced a path down her flushed skin until they reached her neck, feeling her pulse hammering against his fingertips under the delicate skin. He smirked at her, his eyes glinting with unshielded admiration and satisfaction.

“You were spectacular,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his words laced with implicit desire.

Her heart hammered in her chest as his words washed over her, the undertones of pure lust driving her wild even after the relentless tides of pleasure had ostensibly drained her. She swallowed hard as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, her breath hitching.

“On your knees, love.” he commanded, his tone gentle but with a hint of undeniable authority. His swollen cock was already growing hard once more, twitching in anticipation of what would come next.

Her body obeyed his command without a second thought, her slippery descent to the cold wooden floor teasing the oversensitized skin between her thighs, reminding her of their shared momentum. Although spent, her body tingled with renewed desire. Eyes locked on his hardened cock, she obeyed, ready to indulge in him again.

Her hands were falling on his naked thighs, feeling the taut muscles twitch under her touch, the irresistible texture of his skin making her feel dizzy with desire. With her head tilted up, her eyes met his, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat.

Slowly, she stretched out her tongue, connecting with the veined length. The first contact drew a hissed breath from him, and his body tensed. Evidence of their previous lovemaking provided a slick slide for her fingers as she gingerly curled them around him and began to stroke.

Tasting him in her mouth was heaven and hell combined— addictive, dangerous. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body as she realized the control she walked on a knife edge. His groans, the tenseness in his legs, the throbbing pulse beneath her touch, all seemed to suggest that he might lose control.

Her hand moved in rhythm with her mouth, lost in the bliss of her desire, licking and tasting her way down his cock. The intoxicating smell of musk, overlaid with their shared scent, filled her air, rendering her senses into a heightened frenzy.

Her pulse quickened at the rasping groan that unraveled from his lips; it was like the sweetest sin. Letting her gaze rise to meet his, she was met with a look of raw desire, the sight a more potent aphrodisiac than any other.

Caught in the passion of earthly pleasure, his once-controlled composure wavered, breaking the tenor of his character. He let out a raspy growl so powerful it was a sin on its own. Locking his gaze with hers, he let the mask of control drop, revealing a raw longing that sent her pulse racing.

Shrouded in ecstasy, he gasped, “God, you’re good… Too damn good,” his tones layered with sinful gratification, evident of the pleasure she was giving him. “Don’t stop.”

His cock in her mouth, throbbing and twitching was a testament to the pleasure that was building, and the urgency in his tone as he gasped out her name only served to push her further. Her senses were bathed in him, in them, making every sound that came from him feel louder.

An intoxicating feedback, where every groan or sharp intake of breath from him sent electric and torturous waves of need coursing through her. The subtle scrape of her teeth along his hard cock forced a guttural growl from his chest, compelling her to a quick pace.

Her tongue swirled around his tip, leisurely tracing the veins along his cock. At the same time, her fingers danced over the base of his dick, teasing him unmercifully.

With each lap of her tongue, each stroke of her hand, the dam of his restraint began to fracture further. He was on the cusp of cumming, a push she was mercilessly intent on sending him over. She could taste his approaching release on her tongue— a salty promise that encouraged her to delve even deeper, to push the looming edge into a purging plummet. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, the mixture of need, longing, and sheer raw desire, etching an invisible contract of surrender.

Coherent words evaded him, replaced by a string of incoherent mewls, moans, and gasps. His primal sounds echoed within the room, becoming a testament to the needy pleasure she was producing. Supported by his loss of control, she continued her rhythmic dance with his cock, expert strokes designed to drive him to insanity.

His hands tangled in her hair gave a harsh yank, evoking a moan from her that resounded against him, the vibrations adding an entirely new dimension to his pleasure. It was a power play— an exquisite balancing act between authority and submission, and one she relished in fervently.

With a final, fervent stroke of her tongue, his hips bucked into her mouth. His growl echoed through the room, his eyes screwed shut as he succumbed to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. Without breaking his gaze, she swallowed his cum with a smirk of satisfaction.

Her tongue traced a final, potent path along his length, eliciting a violent thrust from his hips that nearly disjointed him from the floor beneath. His growl ricocheted off the walls, his eyelids clamping shut as he yielded to the formidable surge of bliss. Yet, through his closed eyes, their connection remained unbroken, a tangible tether in the throes of shared ecstasy.

As he fell from his climax, his chest heaving, she released him, staring up at him through her lashes.

Falling down to sit on the couch, he looked at her through slightly hooded eyes, a post-sex haze still lingering. Minhyuk’s features softened into a tender, contented smile. His usually vibrant eyes were now drowsy and serene, reflecting a whole heart and brimming with happiness. Still, even in his satiety, he couldn’t completely suppress his typical, mischievous self.

Still panting lightly, he threw his head back against the plush cushion of the couch, his honey-toned skin aglow in the dim room.

“Phew, love, you sure know how to wear a man out.” He playfully chuckled, a sound that warmed her from the inside. The lighthearted teasing, and the enthusiasm of his personality shone through every word, adding an endearing charm to the still-charged atmosphere.

His gaze, now softened and relaxed, returned to her. He beckoned her over softly, opening his arms to warmly envelop her. As she tentatively moved, he wrapped her in a tight but comforting embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.

Basking in the afterglow, Minhyuk lowered his gaze and found her eyes wandering over his figure. Grinning, he shook his head and muttered a soft, “You’re insatiable,” though his voice had no real reprimand. His fire had been momentarily satisfied, but the embers of desire still smoldered, ready to ignite once more at her slightest touch.

“And remember,” he mumbled, the words heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She watched as he sat up and blinked, the once previous tiredness now long gone as he smirked at her, his brown eyes laced with want and need, “We’ve only just begun. I still have so much cum to give you and so many other ideas to try. You might fall pregnant by the end of the night. Who knows.”

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #minhyuk x reader #minhyuk smut #minhyuk imagines #monsta x smut #monsta x kinktober #kinktober

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shinehyuk · 2 years

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↬ works in progress!

‣‣‣ reactions :

‣ A.C.E reaction to S/O fangirling/fanboying over them ( ♡ )

‣ ENHYPEN reaction to S/O taking care of them ( 🥀 )

‣ The Boyz reaction to S/O showing them a positive pregnancy test ( ♡ )

‣ ENHYPEN reaction to S/O having Stockholm Syndrome ( 🥀 )

‣ ENHYPEN reaction to S/O's friends badmouthing them and S/O defending enha (🥀)

‣ ENHYPEN reaction to S/O slapping them during a fight (🥀)

‣ ONEUS helping S/O struggling with ED (♡)

‣ Monsta X reaction to S/O singing higher highnotes than Kihyun (♡)

‣ ATEEZ missing S/O on tour (♡)

‣ The Boyz reaction to S/O refusing to kiss them as a first kiss (🥀)

‣ IVE Wonyoung reaction to idol!reader winning (♡)

‣‣‣ scenarios :

‣ artificial intelligence | lee minhyuk - everything starts to get weird after your friend suggests you try the new popular artificial intelligence system. ( 🥀 )

‣ mistaken | yang jungwon - while at your boyfriend's house, you discover something unsettling which leads you to finding out his true identity. ( 🥀 )

‣ two-faced | kwon soonyoung ( 🥀 )

‣ porcelain doll | momo hirai ( 🥀 )

‣ first kiss | kim donghyun (♡) - it's been a month since you started dating donghyun; you get to spend your anniversary with none other than the male.

‣ devil in disguise | yang jungwon (🥀)

‣ dreams come true | mina myoui (🥀)

‣ red-handed | chae hyungwon (🥀)

‣ his art | lee minhyuk (🥀)

‣ soulmate | park seonghwa (♡,🌧️)

‣‣‣ other :

‣ How SEVENTEEN will punish their S/O ( 🥀 )

#tw yandere

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mintymiknow · 3 years

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Trust Fall ch. 7 | Lee Minho

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Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Reader

Summary: One heart begins to succumb to certain feelings, but the second one is on the verge of doing the same. However, certain walls and defenses are still sturdy, and breaking it down is not as easy.

Genre: Secret agent/spy au, romance, angst, action

Word count: Approx. 5.2k

Warnings for this chapter: Characters drinking (but literally nothing happens, and it isn’t too detailed!)

A/N: Whew, sorry for the wait. I had to deal with my finals week. I think this chapter will allow us to see lighter moments between our lovely characters and somehow develop their friendships/relationships more. Also...maybe I’m just letting you all breathe and take it slow before things begin to pick up soon~ For any questions or comments, just send an ask! Enjoy~

If last night wasn’t an adrenaline and action-packed night, one would have thought it was another peaceful morning, waking up in a comfortable bed in a luxurious hotel. With the sun filtering in through the curtains and the fresh temperature of the air conditioner, it would be just another vacation.

But when you wake up and see Minho’s blood-stained dress shirt on the floor, it dawns on you that this definitely was not a vacation.

You sigh, looking around for any signs of the said agent. As if on cue, he walks out of the bathroom with only his pants on. His upper half is exposed, water dripping down his skin. Under normal circumstances, you would have blushed and squealed as you looked away. However, the doctor in you kicked in, and you looked at the male with a grimace.

“You didn’t tell me you had a torso injury.” you gesture towards the minor gash on his side.

Minho tosses a towel to the side, grabbing a fresh, new shirt from the dresser table next to the bathroom door. With a casual shrug, he says, “It wasn’t anything too serious. I’ve had worse.”

“But still.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. It’s not something that needs to be treated. I cleaned it, and it’ll heal.” the agent says firmly.

You just sigh in response, retreating as you lean back on the bed’s headboard. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you ask the male, “Are we leaving already or anything?”

Minho sits next to you on the edge of the bed, “Not exactly. Jung just arrived an hour ago, so the boys and I will scout the entire hotel to make sure we don’t miss out on anything or anyone.”

You nod your head, pulling the sheets closer and wrapping yourself in its warmth. You don’t miss the soft smile and barely-audible chuckle that comes from Minho, but you choose to ignore it. Too early for your heart to be tangled up in unnecessary fluttery feelings. “So...I’m guessing I’ll just stay here?” you finally say.

Minho nods, “I mean...you can leave the room…” he trails off, a small but concerned smile gracing his lips before he continues, “but I’d honestly prefer it if you stayed in the room just until I get back. I need - we need - to be sure there aren’t any more targets or enemies within the hotel area. You’re at risk because of your connection to SKZ.”

“I understand.” you nod.

“Promise you’ll stay put?”

“I promise.”

You wait for the male to stand up and leave the room, but confusion hits you as you still see him sitting next to you. You only realize he’s still there when you look down to see his hand, pinky outstretched for a pinky promise.

“Pinky promise? Really? At this age?” you look at him in disbelief.

“Just trying to lighten your mood.” he says with an easy smile.

He’s about to pull his hand away when you sigh and link his pinky with yours, finishing the pinky promise gesture. “Happy?” you mumble.

“Mhmm. Feeling better?” he throws the question, a teasing grin on his face.

You feel your cheeks heat up, unlinking your fingers before pushing him away and trying to shove him off the bed. “Just go.” you groan with exasperation.

Minho laughs lightly before standing up. He gathers some of his things and walks out the door. You’re left on the bed, staring at the said door, the silence of the room ironically ringing in your ears loudly. Too quiet.

Too lonely.

With a sigh, you curl yourself up with the sheets even more - like a burrito - and lie back down. Your heart beats faster, and not out of excitement or glee; it’s out of anxiousness and confusion.

You’re restless. Feel like suffocating. Crying.

Why do you feel so cold and lonely now?

You were doing just fine by yourself for the past years, and you liked it.

Why would it be something you wanted to get rid of now?

You spend the rest of the morning watching some movie marathon of action movies on the television; thankfully, it lasted until lunch time. By then, room service brought a lunch meal for you. The hotel staff merely said it was from your husband, Lee Minhyuk, Minho’s alias from last night; you deny the fact your heart fluttered at the gesture.

Either way, you ate the meal happily, somehow and actually feeling less glum compared to this morning. Jisung even called you on the phone to ask how everything was, and in the end, you ended up spending most of your time talking to him, Seungmin and Felix.

By late afternoon, Minho finally returned.

He gave you a small smile before sitting on the loveseat in the room. “Jung’s meeting with Chan to discuss and gauge the situation. He’s giving us a few hours of break...or free-time.”

“So…” you start, closing the book you were reading, “Go around Gangnam and all?”

Minho lightly chuckles, shaking his head. “No. We can just maximize our stay in the hotel. Use the facilities, eat at the fancy restaurant, whatever. I’m meeting Jung later again, but at the meantime, Hyunjin, Jeongin and I are going to kill some time by the bar lounge. You’re free to join us.”

“Are you guys allowed to be drinking?” you raise an eyebrow, “Aren’t you still on duty?”

The agent smiles, “Not actively. We’re on break, per se. We’ll be fine as long as we stay sober.”

You think for a moment, chewing on your lip as you think of other things you could do in the hotel. After a moment, you look towards Minho and gently nod your head, “Someone has to make sure none of you get drunk, right?”

Minho laughs at this, his eyes filling with a newfound kind of warmth. “I suppose so.” he says, gesturing at the bathroom, “Get dressed then.”

After you showered and changed into more decent clothes, you and Minho walked towards the elevators and went down to the floor where the lounge bar was. Upon entering, you were greeted by a relaxing ambience, soft and calming music filling the room. The lights weren’t too dark or bright, balancing it out with a warm haze. Thankfully, there weren’t many people, just a group or two perhaps, and maybe three to four individuals.

You catch a few girls giggling upon seeing Minho walking in; you can’t exactly blame them, especially when Minho’s fit physique is emphasized by his black shirt and ripped jeans. And oh. The perfectly messy hair look. Right.

You aren’t sure why, but you look away from the group of girls, walking a few steps behind Minho. The male, however, is oblivious - or maybe just doesn’t care - as he stops in his tracks for you to catch up. “I forgot. I was only able to send a sandwich to you for lunch. I was...really busy, sorry.” he says.

You nod, “Yeah, but that’s enough for me. Maybe they have a light snack here or something.”

“You sure it’s enough?” Minho asks.

“Yes.” you offer a small smile, something Minho doesn’t see when it comes to your interactions with him, “The ‘from your husband’ was a bit too much though. I said no lover concept, remember? Even as a cover...”

“But you played along for that role in the gala last night.” Minho whispers in your ear, and you feel his lips ghost over your skin when he smiles.

From your peripheral vision, you see the group of giggling girls look in disappointment, giddy faces now clouded with a sadder look. They couldn’t hear what you and Minho were talking about, but they definitely saw the way he leaned close and charmingly smiled by your ear.

You aren’t sure why, but you couldn’t help but feel satisfied with their reaction. It was very perplexing…you really couldn’t begin to figure out why you felt satisfied.

Maybe you were in a bad mood, that’s it. Maybe they got on your nerves for no reason at all - because you’re in a bad mood - and them stopping their overly flirtatious giggles was more than satisfying.

Yeah, that was probably it.

You glare - or cutely pout, in Minho’s opinion - at him before grumbling, “I had no choice.”

Minho offers a small smile and gestures forward, “If you say so. Come on.”

Further to the back of the lounge, Hyunjin and Jeongin are already seated by a circular table. Once they see you and Minho, they wave and greet you both with smiles. “Hey.” Jeongin chuckles, “Drinks are on Hyunjin.”

��It’s way too early for drinking like that.” Hyunjin laughs, “One drink each only!”

“Then just wine for me.” Minho says, taking a seat.

Hyunjin grins at you as if asking for your order. You sit next to Minho and offer a small smile towards the long-haired agent. “Just nachos.” you state, “I’m not drinking.”

“Alright.” Hyunjin says as he gets up, happily walking over to the bartender.

Jeongin then turns to you and Minho, tilting his head, “If we weren’t technically on a mission, I’d really want to use the hotel’s swimming pool. But imagine if Jung suddenly calls us and we’re dripping wet in our trunks.”

“Such a hassle.” Minho laughs, “No thanks.”

“Do you like swimming, y/n?” Jeongin asks.

You shrug, “Just a little. Casually, maybe. I’m not the best.”

“Minho can’t swim.” Hyunjin sing-songs as he returns with three glasses of drinks, handing one to each agent.

You look at Minho, “Aren’t you trained for all that?”

“Yes…” Minho hesitates, a faint hint of blush on his cheeks as he looks away, “It’s a childhood trauma. I can swim, but I’d rather not. It’s a worst-case-scenario kind of thing if I really have no choice.”

“I see.” you say, trying to stifle a giggle.

How cute. The perfect and skilled Lee Minho didn’t like swimming? It was a weakness? He reminded you of a cat.

“Y/n thinks it’s cute.” Jeongin teases, leaning forward to grin at you, “Look! She’s trying not to smile.”

Minho glares with still reddened-cheeks, “Hey!”

You nearly choke on the nachos, shaking your head violently, “I didn’t say anything!”

Jeongin pouts before smirking, “Your face says it all!”

“I - ” you clear your throat, “...just find it peculiar since you know...you’re agents and all, so I thought you’d be good at everything…”

Minho hums, taking a sip of his wine before leaning back on his chair, “No, we all have weaknesses too. No matter how strong or skilled we are, we’re bound to be bad at something.”

You tilt your head, trying to think of things the agents could be bad at. Minho then speaks, filling in the blanks for you. “I’m bad at swimming so I’m exceptionally slow in water. Jeongin and Hyunjin have lower stamina. Chan’s a big softie. Changbin’s impulsive.” he explains.

You chew on your lip, raising an eyebrow as you ask, “How is Chan being a softie a weakness?”

Hyunjin laughs, sipping his own drink before answering, “It’s not a bad thing! It’s nice that Chan’s soft and caring, but in jobs like ours, being too nice can be...dangerous.”

Jeongin nods, his expression almost apologetic, “If we aren’t careful, people can take advantage of that and use kindness against us.”

“Exactly why a lot of us try to be nice but cautious.” Minho stares at his wine a bit too intensely, his gaze enough to shatter the glass, “There’s a balance. If that balance tips one way or another, it costs too much.”

The atmosphere suddenly feels more serious and dark, and you think you shouldn’t be there. It was like you were intruding a heart-to-heart session between the three males; you involuntarily shrink and keep your hands on your lap, staring at the nearly-finished nacho basket.

You knew Minho could be cold...and serious...and intense. Icy and intimidating, as everyone put it.

But this? This current Minho radiated some sort of anger...and bitterness; his starry eyes filled with a scary black like the sticky and fuming darkness of oil spilling into crystal-clear seas.

You’d know because you have been feeling those the past year or so.

But what exactly caused him to be like that? Was that why he was a bit more rude when you first met?

What was he hiding?

A bit hypocritical on your part, but you were too stubborn to see it that way. For now.

Jeongin senses the shift in mood, so he raises his drink up and chuckles, “Anyway! Why don’t we toast to...none of us getting severely hurt last night?”

Hyunjin laughs, nodding in agreement. He raises his drink as well, “Cheers to that.”

“Alright.” Minho’s iciness melts, and a small smile graces his lips as he raises his glass.

You look at the three hesitantly, but when Jeongin’s earnest and expectant eyes glimmer, you can’t bring yourself to refuse. You raise your glass of water, and soon, the four of you clink your glasses together.

“And cheers to y/n for patching all of you up.” Hyunjin grins, “I went back to my room and saw Jeongin and Chan with injuries.”

You sit straighter and gesture towards the youngest agent, “How’s the arm by the way?”

“It stings from time to time, but it’s better than last night.” Jeongin answers.

“I see. When we get back to HQ, ask Seungmin for medicine and painkillers, ok?” you instruct the male with practiced ease.

Jeongin nods, sipping his drink. Minho crosses his arms, leaning back on the chair once again to look at you, a slow and amused smirk on his lips, “Oh, Dr. Song in action right before our eyes.”

Hyunjin claps his hands, “Marvelous.”

You throw a quick glare at Minho before tearing your gaze away, focusing your eyes on your water. “It’s my job.” you mumble.

Minho hums, smirk turning into a warmer smile, “And you’re doing great. So far.”

You look at the agent who has an unexplainable expression on his face, yet with eyes so warm and inviting. You raise an eyebrow as if demanding a reason for his words - you might just be denying the fact that he flattered you a little - but Minho merely responds with another vague smile.

You want to wipe that grin off his face.

Hyunjin then clears his throat with a teasing smile, “Before the sexual tension gets to be too smothering, I just got a text from Chan. Jung wants to meet. Check your phones.”

Minho sees your flushed cheeks and ignores the first part of Hyunjin’s statement. He checks his phone and sees a text from Chan as well, confirming it with Jeongin who receives it too.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Minho sighs.

The three agents stand up, but before they can leave Minho gestures to you. “Take the opportunity to explore the hotel or whatever. It should be safe now.” he says.

You nod, your small smile fading once the three males walk away. As soon as they’re out of sight, you stand up and stand still, trying to think of what you were going to do in the meantime. In the end, you head towards the bar counter and sit on the stool. The bartender smiles at you, so you say,

“One glass of wine please, thank you.”

The sun had already set when you finished spending your free time, so when you step out of the lounge, you decide to take a stroll in the hotel’s outdoor garden area.

The night was a beautiful shade of lilac melting into a darker blue, stars beginning to scatter the expanse. As you leisurely walked and took in the various flowers in the garden, the breeze kissed your skin softly.

Before you got dragged into SKZ’s affairs, you’d be in the hospital at this time, eating canteen food and drinking lukewarm coffee with Hyunbin and a few other colleagues in a rush for your next shift.

Now, you were constantly being thrown back and forth in a comfortable but life-threatening situation, confronting demons from the past you so desperately want to run away from. The only perk, perhaps, is that the agents you’ve met are fairly...decent.

But a part of you still doesn’t rest well with everything.

You pull your phone out and contemplate on calling Hyunbin, but before you can even make it to the phone log, you hear a voice.

“Fancy seeing you here, Dr. Song.”

You tense at the voice, dread and fear chilling your bones. Your eyes betray you and slowly look up from your phone to see Hong Seungyoon standing in front of you. On instinct, you take a step back, but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to turn away.

Seungyoon chuckles, “Don’t worry, Dr. Song. I’m not here to hurt you. Dr. Baek will be upset if that happens.”

“What do you want?” you snap.

“You know…” he ignores your question, “I wasn’t expecting to see you near SKZ any time soon. And, to be quite close, in fact. Lee Minhyuk’s wife? Interesting tale. Wouldn’t have expected Lee Minho to grow this close to someone so as to play a bunch of lovers.”

“We aren’t close.” you hiss, “This is none of your business.”

Seungyoon feigns innocence, “But it’s your business? I heard you left SKZ after everything.”

How did he know?

You open your mouth to speak, but the words don’t come out.

“Oh, I see.” Seungyoon smirks, “Of course it’s your business now! You feel guilty after involving yourself back in those days so now you’re trying to make things right.”

“Lies. I wasn’t involved because I wanted to.” you glare, “I was forced.”

The male laughs conceitedly. “Trying to be the saint that helps SKZ? Adorable. They have so much faith in you? Hmm. But when they discover the extent of your involvement in those experiments?”

“Shut up.” you grit your teeth, fists clenching tightly.

“Lee Minho seems to have a soft spot for you.” Seungyoon smirks evilly, “I’d love to see the look on his face when someone he cares for betrays him. Again.”

“Again?” you ask yourself in your head.

“If you truly want to make things right, come to us in Cle. We need you.” Seungyoon chuckles smoothly, “Those damn agents? Fucking Lee Minho? They’ll turn their backs on you when they find out the truth you're hiding.”

“No.” you feel the panic rising, “I didn’t do anything wrong. You all were the ones doing everything. I stopped you.”

“Is that what you remember? Is that what you tell yourself?” Seungyoon snickers.

“Stop it!” you nearly scream, shaking your head, “It wasn’t my fault.”

Seungyoon opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, you abruptly turn on your heel and dash away. You vaguely hear the male saying something like, “You can’t run from it, Dr. Song. You’re meant for this.”

The stars are covered with clouds as you sprint, a bit disoriented as you rush forward; your nerves are jittery and jumpy. As you do so, you bump into Minho who is merely walking in a casual manner. The impact causes you to stumble back, but thankfully, the male agent steadies you. You look back, but Seungyoon is long gone.

“Y/n?”

You look up at him, afraid that he’ll see the tears welling in your eyes. You hope he thinks it’s just the stars reflecting in them. Playing it off with a small smile, you chuckle, “Hi.”

Minho clears his throat, “I was actually looking for you. Our meeting’s done, but I didn’t see you in the room.”

“Just wanted to walk with fresh air and all…” you awkwardly laugh.

Minho offers a small smile, “Well, you deserve it. Should we go back in?”

You nod, moving your feet to follow Minho as he makes his way back to the hotel. As you both walk across the garden, you softly ask, “How was...how was the meeting?”

Minho hums nonchalantly, eyes looking forward, “We told Jung that the targets escaped but we got enough intel to continue investigations, so we’ll see how it goes.”

“I see.” you respond flatly.

You both eventually arrive at the elevators. Once inside and the doors close, Minho presses the button for your room’s floor level. You realize that he’s standing a bit closer than usual, shoulders close enough to bump if you moved; suddenly, it was hot in there.

As silence fills the air, you encounter with Seungyoon plagues your thoughts, his words lingering like leeches. Your eyes begin to tear up, face flushing a shade of pink. Minho seems to notice either way, tilting his head to lean closer.

“Did something happen?” he asks softly.

You blink in surprise, laughing it off, “Oh, I drank a little wine...maybe I’m just feeling the effects and all…”

Minho doesn’t seem too convinced - even you can tell - but he still chooses to flash a cheeky smile. “I thought you didn’t want to drink.” he says.

“Well...I was alone and had nothing to do.” you defend.

Minho hums, standing straighter as the doors open and you both walk out the elevator. As you walk towards your room door, the male smiles, “Last hurrah. We’re going back to HQ tomorrow morning.”

After he opens the door and you both get inside, you nod your head. “Alright.” you breathe out.

“You wanna shower first, little miss tipsy?” Minho teases, “So you can rest already?”

“I’m not tipsy!” you protest, pouting as you make your way to the bathroom, “You’re really a handful, you know that?”

“I know.”

“Geez.”

Minho laughs, lying down on the bed and closing his eyes, “Hurry up, Dr. Song. I want to wash up as well. Don’t make me join you.”

You scream and slam the bathroom door while yelling, “Pervert! I’m telling Chan!”

Minho laughs once more, releasing a huff when he hears you turning the shower on.

There goes his heart again.

And maybe this time, yours too.

The next day, everyone returns to HQ. As soon as they arrive, however, the agents are off on another task to continue investigations. Minho and Chan don’t even have to leave the car as they drive off as soon as you, Hyunjin and Jeongin get out. The two agents, meanwhile, say bye to you before transferring to another team’s car. Some other agent accompanies you back inside, but you part ways when you tell him you’re heading for the living quarters. After retrieving a bag, you go to the labs.

You look for an empty lab room, but unfortunately, they’re all occupied. You’re about to walk away and return to your room when one of the rooms open and a female scientist walks out. She looks at you with bright eyes and smiles, “Did you need a room?”

You offer a smaller smile and shake your head, “Kind of, but they’re all being used. It’s fine though. Some other time.”

The female chuckles and gestures towards the lab room behind her, “I just finished logging my test results onto the lab book. You’re free to use the room now!”

You blink before clearing your throat, bowing in appreciation, “Oh, that’s great. Thank you.”

“Sure. You must be Dr. Song.” she grins again, stretching her hand out, “Where are my manners? I’m Dr. Choi, but people call me Jisu around here.”

“Ah, nice to meet you.” you shake her hand, “But...uh...how did you…?”

“Know you?” she chuckles warmly, “Seungmin and Jisung. They talked about you the other day and how you were a colleague from a year or two ago. They seem happy that you’re back.”

“Ah, I see. That’s...nice.” you smile a bit wider, a warm feeling brewing inside you.

Jisu nods, shoving her hands in her lab coat, “Yeah. Well, I still need to run my results by some agents, so I should get going. See you around, Dr. Song!”

“See you.” you bow politely, waving a little as she waves in a much more enthusiastic way.

As Jisu walks away, you enter the lab room she left, relieved that it was tidy and that she didn’t leave any things for you to clean up.

You could start working on something now.

Working on the vial that you secretly took from the lab from back then.

Now that you’re alone, you take it out of your bag and set up the necessary testing equipment. If SKZ wanted you to help find a way to neutralize and “disarm” Cle’s serum, you’d do it yourself and with your own terms.

As much as you wanted to prevent any danger, as Jung put it, and as much as you want to finish things so you could leave this place, you aren’t too sold on letting the organization know of any information you discover, especially if you know they could use it for other reasons or purposes other than originally intended.

You know first-hand that some people of SKZ are capable of that - turning information meant for good into something meant for bad.

You run a few tests and take down notes, eyes never leaving the copper-like liquid inside the vial. You probably spend an hour or so seated on the lab stool, very much focused on what you were doing. You even make it a point to highlight the information and notes that you think are more crucial. They weren’t included in the test results that came out the other time.

A few minutes later, the door opens, and Jisung and Seungmin walk inside. You quickly tuck your small notebook in the small bag you brought, whipping your head up to look at the two males. Jisung smiles, tilting his head, “Running tests?”

“Yeah.” you smile in response.

Seungmin chuckles softly, “But the tests for that formula were already made. The results were given to Jung a few days ago.”

“I just wanted to run more tests to make sure nothing new shows itself.” you explain calmly, “I...wanted to run the tests myself.”

“You don’t trust us? Oh, y/n! How could you?” Jisung pretends to cry.

You awkwardly laugh, shaking your head, “It’s not that, Jisung. I’m just...used to doing things myself. It’s how I worked back in Gongjak.”

The scientist grins, leaning against one of the desks, “Yeah, don’t sweat it. What did you find?”

“Nothing yet.” you clear your throat before sighing, “Maybe the results from before are all we can gather right now.”

Seungmin nods, gesturing towards the door, “Anyway, Jisung and I were going to the living quarters’ bar. That’s...if you didn’t know there was one.”

“I swear, aren’t you still agents?” you ask in disbelief, “Is having a bar with drinks within HQ a good idea?”

Jisung laughs, a knowing look in his eyes, “Mhmm! There are rules and guidelines. Agents who have the status of ‘active operation or mission’ on their IDs - care of Felix and his tech team, of course...a bit complex to talk about right now - are prohibited from entering. If you’re on break or off for the day, it’s fine! Besides, we’re limited to two servings per week only.”

“Ah, I see…” you smile gently.

The older of the two then smiles, wiggling his eyebrows, “So, wanna come along? Minho and the rest are on duty so…”

“Hmm...alright.” you shrug, “I don’t...really know what to do now anyway.”

“Let’s go.” Seungmin smiles.

You nod and clean up the equipment you used before following the two males outside, notebook with your new findings securely kept in your bag.

Now seated at the small and simple lounge-like bar of the living quarters’ building, you’re sipping a cocktail with the two males. Jisung smiles as he turns to you, “You know...y/n. You still haven’t told us why you left so suddenly before.”

“Yeah.” Seungmin nods, leaning back on his chair, “The three of us were starting to become closer honestly.”

“I…” you clear your throat, “It’s a bit complicated.”

Jisung pouts after taking a sip of his drink, “Not fair. Seungmin’s right; we were becoming really good friends when you suddenly...whoosh. Left SKZ.”

Seungmin offers a gentler smile, leaning forward as a calming haze fills his eyes, “I mean, you don’t have to tell us everything if you’re not comfortable. We just want you to know that we missed you.”

Jisung enthusiastically nods his head with a smile. You chuckle a little, smile fading into something more melancholic. After taking a deep breath, you say, “I was just going through a really tough time back then. I know you’re aware of the incident that happened in the lab department during that time, yes?”

The two males nod, so you continue. “I felt disillusioned when that all happened, especially as someone who wanted to use her knowledge in science and medicine to do good. I felt like being in SKZ, an organization who failed to realize that their own agents went against that principle, wasn’t the best idea anymore. That’s it.” you finish, eyes solemnly staring at your drink.

That wasn’t it. Sure, you didn’t tell them the exact truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie either.

Jisung hums inquisitively, nodding his head, “Makes sense. I just kinda wish you spoke to us before leaving, no offense.”

“None taken.” you smile, “Sorry, really. I couldn’t bear being in here.”

Seungmin smiles softly, giving your back a gentle pat, “I know it isn’t easy being here right now. Minho is always telling us to spend more time with you in case it relieves or comforts you somehow since he knows we were acquainted before. He says you’re always restless and uncomfortable.”

You hope your cheeks aren’t flaring up right now; you aren’t sure why, but the idea of Minho being concerned over you to this extent - asking Jisung and Seungmin to be by your side because he knows how uneasy you get - somehow warms your heart. Perhaps you weren’t expecting it from someone who seemed to be doing things just “because it’s his job”.

You slowly nod, looking down at your lap, “He said that? Well...he isn’t exactly wrong. You two are the only sense of familiarity here.”

Jisung flashes a bright and warm grin, raising his glass, “Well, now that you’re here again, Seungmin and I promise to make your stay as nice as possible.”

Seungmin raises his glass as well, nodding in agreement with Jisung. You end up chuckling softly, raising your glass to toast with the two males. Afterwards, Jisung clicks his tongue and smiles more playfully, but his eyes are genuine as he says, “We’re glad to have you back y/n, even if it’s just for a while.”

You can only nod, giving the best smile you could give.

Yes, just for a while.

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Monsta X as your Artistic Muse

The last reaction I have from @neonkpopkaleidoscope is this one! I have plenty more in my inbox, so don’t you worry about that.

Kihyun

You were a bit private about your sketch notebook, but you had fallen asleep with it in your lap as you fell asleep on the couch. The way you had fallen asleep was facing your boyfriend. Your sketching pencil fell out of your hand, and Kihyun noticed. He moved to pick it up and caught a glimpse of your notebook. It was him.

Him smiling as he played a game on his phone with sky blue airpods in and him frowning and a focused face. The man covered his mouth as he smiled and let out a light chuckle and kissed your head as he closed your notebook and set it on the coffee table with your notebook on top. He then put a blanket on you and kissed your forehead.

Minhyuk

His hand reached out for you while you two were supposed to be sleeping together. You weren’t there, and he woke up scared. You were sitting in a chair near the bed and looking at a paper. He blinked and asked, “What are you doing, jagi? Come back to bed~” You looked up at him and smiled, scooting back in the bed next to him.

You showed him the sketch of him sleeping, “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to draw until I got tired again.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. He tried to comment on your doodle, but he fell asleep in the middle of his sentence. Your boyfriend was so cute, and you were so lucky to be his.

Hyungwon

You asked for a picture of his face straight on and then one with his arms in a U shape. He was confused, but sent them to you. He asked what you were up to, and you said that you were in the progress of your greatest breakthrough. Hyungwon asked what kind of breakthrough, and you said that you had been in a drawing slump but saw a picture of him and finally had an idea for something to draw.

“Is it a meme?” he asked and you said “...maybe.” He said he couldn’t wait to see it. Once out of recording his vocals for the next comeback, your boyfriend saw the picture you sent him of the finished product and nearly snorted out his starbucks. It was him as the Starbucks mermaid with the Starbucks mascot drinking out of it like his famous meme. “I’m your muse and you do this to me. I love you, (Y/N)”

Shownu

He walked in on you rolling upside down on the bed, eyes closed, and with music so loud that he could even hear it through your headphones. He tapped your forehead and asked what was wrong. “I can’t think of anything to sculpt!” You pouted. “I’ve been artblocked for almost two weeks now!” He kissed your nose, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” The man began getting undressed to change into something more casual and comfy and you gasped.

You then grabbed him and took him to your studio, told him to sit and began madly warming up clay. He knew better to speak when you were like this. You began mumbling to yourself about finding your muse. He sat on the stool and you told him to take his shirt off. Whatever you were doing, it’d be inspired by his tan back muscles.

Wonho

“ARRRRGGGGHHH!” You screamed, painting over your beautiful piece with wide purple strokes. Your boyfriend had come to visit you at work with sweet treats since promotions were over. He hadn’t expected his love to be so frustrated. Setting down the box on the cleanest table he could find, he rushed over to you and rubbed your shoulders. “What’s got my artist all angry?”

You looked up at him and tried to speak, but there was something in his eyes that set off a spark in your brain. Forcing your eyes close, you asked for a new canvas and a medium sized brush along with your glitter box. The sparkle of concern in his eyes poured out in the form of browns and grays and silver glitter. He ate cupcakes by himself as he watched you. Then you let out a satisfied sigh, “Thanks for being my muse, Wonho jagi.” He smiled. “Any time.”

I.M.

As a sort of avant garde artist, you were known for coming up with new ways of creating things and doing it well. They always meant something to you. Always full of contradiction, but everything you were coming up with had already been done. You had tuckered out your thinking muscle when you plopped into Chankyun’s lap.

“Ah, jagiya, watch out! My nails are still wet!” You tilted your head at him, confused. He showed his fingernails covered in black polish. A good job of it too. You gasped. Nail polish! You could paint with nail polish! No, you could make a giant nail polish bottle and make an exhibit based around beauty expectations or something! Then you were gone faster than you entered leaving behind a bamboozled brunette.

Jooheon

He was sitting in your art room reading his script aloud and pacing. This year he’d be hosting one of the award shows and had to read a practice script to get him warmed up for the big day. You had fun just watching him do his thing and drawing a sketch for something you’d turn and make into a 3D figure sooner or later. “How’d I do?” your Honey boy asked as he walked over to you.

“Great and fantastic as always. Just don’t draw out your words as long as you usually do. It’s cute but not really for an awards show.” You kissed his lips and he looked down at your large sketchpad asking what kind of cloud creation you had drawn. To which you replied, “I don’t know. I was just looking at you and this happened. Guess you’re my muse.” He giggled, loving the new name.

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male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too · 5 years

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Minhyuk x Male reader smut

So I was actually in the mood to write smut so I did this and couldn't stop writing. I hope y’all like it

The air was tense with anticipation. Minhyuk disconnected with (Y/n)'s lips. Both eyes were lidded in lust. Minhyuk leaned in again and felt the other man's skin against his own. The idol's hand felt for his boyfriend, the hand was waiting for him and soon entangled their fingers. They both knew where this was leading. Minhyuk had never had sex with a man but (Y/n) was many firsts for him. He hoped that this would be another first.

Minhyuk started, shyly, sliding his crouch against (Y/n)'s. Groans broke from each other's throats. The kisses didn't stop when Minhyuk started grinding against his boyfriend. (Y/n)'s hand, the one that wasn't holding Minkyuk's, he slid underneath Minhyuk's shirt. (Y/n) felt the other's smooth skin, he soon found his nipple. His thumb swiped and rolled. (Y/n) became increasingly aware of the man's bulge as he sat on him. He pinched Minhyuk's nipple and the kiss was broken with his broken, high pitched moan.

"Can we please do this?" Minhyuk whined. He saw the look on (Y/n)'s face, he knew that (Y/n) just didn't want to hurt him. "I will tell you if I'm uncomfortable. I want this, and I want you." (Y/n) could see the neediness and the love in Minhyuk's eyes. He slowly nodded his head. Minhyuk lite up and jumped off of him. He stood and kept their hands connected. Minhyuk led him to their bedroom and started kissing again. They were so close to the bed but (Y/n) couldn't resist him.

He pushed the other onto the bed and saw that his shirt had ridden up. He started there and removed Minhyuk's shirt. (Y/n) got on top of the now shirtless man. He sat like Minhyuk had just done and started grinding. Minhyuk's face was one thing that was burned into (Y/n)'s minds, he tried to keep his eyes on (Y/n) but pleasure overtook him. His head would be thrown back with a moan, his Adam's apple was on full display. (Y/n) couldn't resist, he dove onto Minhyuk's Adam's apple and started kissing and giving hickeys. "Please stop teasing (Y/n). I don't want to cum when I'm not even out of my pants. And please take off your shirt, I want to see you too."

Their hands disconnected for the promise of better things. (Y/n) listened to him and got off of him. He took off his shirt and his pants, albeit a little difficult with an erection. Minkyuk saw where he was going and took off his own pants in a rush. He moved himself up the bed and started running his hands on his own cock. (Y/n) walked over to a dresser and had to dig deep for the condoms and lube. They were still in the bag that the store had. (Y/n) quickly grabbed them and tossed them on beside Minhyuk.

(Y/n) climbed on toped of the other, their lips connected again and he started stroking Minhyuk's member directly now. He kept the other words in mind and slowed down so he wouldn't cum. (Y/n) leaned back and just appreciated his boyfriend. His hair was messed up, a flush was on his face and his legs were inviting him with the holy grail in between. Minhyuk saw the other's face and starting pulling off his underwear, looking at him the entire time. (Y/n) started peeling off his own and he could see the Minhyuk didn't want to be the only one. Minhyuk looked down and saw (Y/n)'s proud member standing for him. He was curious.

"(Y/n), Can I touch you?" He was nervous and (Y/n) could see it. He took Minhyuk's hand and led it to his own cock. He was timid but slowly started pumping. (Y/n) relaxed as pleasure was blossoming from the bottom of his spine. He never wanted to forget the image of Minhyuk's hand on his member and his eyes looking so in love. (Y/n) took his boyfriend's hand off of him and just held his hand. It was the same as it always was but there was a familiar feeling that they both needed. "Can you lean back? I want to prepare you."

Minhyuk leaned back as he said, anxiety in his stomach. (Y/n) grabbed the lube and peeled the plastic off. He squirted a little of it onto his fingers and warmed it up. (Y/n) started rubbing his finger over his hole, Minhyuk's muscle was clenching in neediness. (Y/n) slowly pushed in a finger and tried to find his prostate. He knew that he found it when Minhyuk's moans became whimpers. (Y/n) inserted another finger and stretched his hole to open him up. He soon was easily thrusting three fingers into Minhyuk and saw the pleasure painted across his face. He pulled his fingers out and wiped his finger's onto the sheets, after everything they would need to be washed anyway. He put on a condom with a little difficulty. (Y/n) poured plenty of lube onto Minhyuk's hole and his own cock. He wanted this to as painless as possible.

"Are you ready?" Minhyuk's eyes connected with (Y/n)'s and nodded. "(Y/n), I love you so much and I want to do this with you." (Y/n) started pulling himself up and pressed his skin against Minhyuk's and kissed him. (Y/n) grabbed his cock and pushed into his lover, Minhyuk was so tight and warm. He knew that he couldn't hurt Minhyuk, (Y/n) loved him too much. He inched in until he was flush and (Y/n) saw the other's cock. It was pink and leaking around his head, his member was pale as the rest of him emerging from a trimmed bush. (Y/n)'s hand starting touching the leaking cock and felt Minhyuk tighten around him but his moans told (Y/n) to continue. He pulled out of Minhyuk and tried to find his prostate again.

(Y/n) kept thrusting into his love and saw the most beautiful thing when he hit the prostate. Minhyuk's hair was splayed onto the pillows, cheeks were red with arousal, throat letting out a melody of moans and groans. Both knew that once (Y/n) found his prostate, he wasn't going to last long. (Y/n) started thrusting faster and reached out for Minhyuk's hand. Their hands were tightly holding onto each other as their orgasms came closer and closer. (Y/n) had groans spilling from his mouth like cum from Minhyuk's cock. (Y/n) could see that Minhyuk's cock was red and begging for attention, he was too preoccupied with the sheets in his hand. So (Y/n) reached down and started stroking, he was getting so loud.

Minhyuk couldn't contain his pleasure and came all over his boyfriend's hand and his abdomen. (Y/n) froze as Minhyuk was cumming, he was clenching around his own cock. (Y/n) shot his cum into the condom as he pushed as deep as he could. Both of the men breathed heavily and shuttered as they came. (Y/n) pulled out and took off the condom and tossed it into the waste bin in their room. He came back and laid next to Minhyuk, he cuddled into (Y/n)'s chest and could hear his boyfriend's decreasing heartbeat. He saw the top of Minhyuk's head, he stroked his hair and Minhyuk looked up. The puppy brown eyes showed love but tiredness.

"I love you so much, and I'm glad that I gave my virginity to you." (Y/n) took time to understand what he said "Minhyuk, I love you and i have never felt closer. I really don't want to be this close with anybody but you." Both boyfriends held onto each other and slept. The next morning was peaceful as the sunlight shone through the curtains. The sunlight covered their skin and they were still wrapped in each other. The room was like their own love cocoon.

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