A couple of requesters are asking to write about a specific colour/race and I’d just like to put out there that I don’t write about a specific colour. For example, I dont say specifically I will be writing about a white person, black person, Asian etc. I do this so that the story can relate to anyone who reads and not just of a specific colour or race. I will still take your request but I will not state the race ^.^ Thank you and I hope you understand. And also, I’m writing a Topp dogg smut right now so be prepared;)

Hi there! Im a new smut blog and I will be writing about Kpop groups that are requested! Although I do have a rule ;-;

I will not be writing about anyone who is under the age of 18. I will only write about members who are 18+ as it is illegal in my country for people under the age of 18 to do so and you get the picture.

So, send in some requests! (I will not post the actual request from you guys to blog until anon is turned on so don’t worry about that)

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Thank you so,so much oh my godddddd. I honestly don’t know what to say, how is there so many of youuu????? Thank you all for sticking with me even though I don’t post a lot anymore:( I’ll try my best to get back into posting regularly because I really do love writing. And knowing that so many people love the things I post/write, it makes me feel 1000% better♡

I’m wow monsta x be killing it

Hiiiiiii

I had a quick break from all of social media (except twitter gotta keep up with Mx), but I’ll be back tomorrow with some requests. I miss yall♡

Question, would you like it better if I wrote my bogwitch x peasant boy fic of Minhyuk in third person or second person?? Just curious considering I haven’t tried that out in writing yet and I would like to see what you guys think

would anyone be interested in a fic where you’re mx’s maid?????

[11:39pm]

“Baby quit.”

Minhyuk laughs and brushes you off. As much as he wants to goof off with you he needed to finish editing his clients’ paper by tonight. Although you sense a challenge and decided to keep testing him.

“But I’m bored!“ you exclaimed while strategically throwing your hand up just to have it land dangerously close to his member, and you pause to see his reaction. He knew you wanted to antagonize him so that he would throw a fit and show reactions, so he was keeping his best poker face on That is until you kept inching closer. Minhyuk gripped your wrist quickly and cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You know what you’re doing to daddy, baby. Quit being a brat.” This time he sounded much more stern, that’s when you realized his growing length.

His voice has always sounded so sweet and smooth, especially when he was stern with you and that’s what turned you on the most. That’s why you were always a brat with him, you liked it. You needed it. You craved his discipline. How firm but gentle his touch was. How he made you cum and beg for more. Like many times before you makes you weak by just shooting you a look. And just like then you could now feel the familiar wet growing in your panties.

Naturally, you kept being your bratty self until you found yourself laying across his lap. His left hand gripping your waist and his right one delivering smacks straight to your ass. Each one slowly getting harder and more intense. 

“S-Six-”

smack

“s-”

“I’m sorry, what was that? Does daddy need to start all over again?”

He slaps harder and grips the red area showing on your cheek.

“Seven!” You screamed out earning a loud grunt from him followed by him rubbing your stinging ass.

“You’re being such a good girl for me princess.” He praises you while he slowly pushes your panties to the side and teases your sensitive area with his index finger. Sliding back and forth between your clit and your throbbing hole.

“Already so wet for daddy?” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Up.” He commands to which you follow and stand up and turn around facing him. He pats his lap making you sit and straddle his lap.

You sit on his lap like its your throne. You’ve been in this position many times before and you know you’re in for one hell of a night. Your senses are heightened, your breath getting more hinged. You feel like each touch went straight to your core, but you’ve barley even been touched. Your knees digging into the soft leather couch compared to the hardness you felt from his cock between your thighs rubbing into your heat. He pulls you into a sweet kiss. Granting him access to your mouth, his kisses are intoxicating and they always make you feel drunk and worn out. If you were standing right now you could swear your knees would give out.

Minhyuk pulls away from your swollen lips and moves onto your neck. Leaving kitten sized bites and leaving a trail of kisses behind him. He devours you as he knows best. A small whimper leaves your mouth and he brings his hand up and grips your throat. Squeezing just tight enough, just like you like it. Then leaning his head down and biting your rosebuds between his teeth and delivering a kiss afterwards to both of your breasts as if apologizing for being so rough with them. Making them so raw and making your mind fuzzy. Eliciting more soft moans to leak from your throat. He bites his way back up, making you tender and your pussy throb. He lifts his head up off your body to take you in and examines you.

“You look so good like this babygirl. All spread out across me looking so fucked out when I’ve barely even touched you.” Rubbing his hands over the love marks he put on you. He starts slowly sliding his hand from your neck up until his fingers reach your mouth opening for him earning more praise as you diligently wet them as if it was his length.

Never breaking eye contact with him as he slides his fingers out of your mouth. Making sure each digit is evenly coated in your saliva. Thursting them in and out of your orifice as if he wishes it was his length he was shoving deep down your throat. How he loves feeling you gag and moan around his cock, taking him just right, but this will have to do for now. He removes his hand and puts one finger below you. He moves the cloth covering your heat over and rubs against your clit, carefully circling around the bundle of nerves. Then pressing harder into you and without warning, he slides his finger deep into your core. Causing you to throw your head back at the sudden gratification of being even slightly filled by him. he slowly pumps you and then removes his hand once again leaving you empty, needy, and whiny.

Which he loves.

Soon he has his finger replaced by his throbbing muscle, slowly sliding you down onto his length until you’re taking all of him.

“Oh fuck” You moaned out and started moving up and down his length a few times.

Eventually, you pick up your pace until your face is buried into his neck and profanities are spilling from your lips. You’re so close to your release but not if Minhyuk had something to do with it. He grips your hips causing you to come to a halt in your movements, but before you could whine he lifted your thighs up a bit and slammed his self back into your wet cunt.

Repeatedly he rams his cock deep inside of you before sliding back out just to do it again, and again, and again. With each thrust to your needy heat, he gets faster and more aggressive. Filling you up and making moans and screams fall from your lips until the only thing you can think of is his name.

That’s what he likes, your thoughts to be filled with daddy, with Minhyuk, Minhyuk, Minhyuk, Minhyuk. And nothing else.

His name repeatedly flows from you like a symphony as he speaks over it with praises of how tight you are around him and how good you make daddy feel. How much of a slut you are for him and him only. The lewd sounds of skin smacking together and wet filling the apartment again and again, until you’re coming undone around him and he’s spilling into you.

“I love you so, so much.”

m a s t e r l i s t

[smut:ツ fluff:♡ angst:✞ ]

series:

OT7:

• Selcouth: chapter one, two (soon),
  

timestamps:

Minhyuk: 

• [07:39am] ♡
• [11:39pm]ツ
  

You really thought this was a Kihyun edit didn’t you?

mochi-kunn:

This hurt just a lil bit

deadly stare⛓

monsta x / fake dating

warning:bullet points because it’s the only thing stopping me from writing 7 full-length fics. these are still long, though. lower-case intended.

requested by @sweeticeream​​.

↣shownu

• frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)
• when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it
• why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?
• you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes
• so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt
• and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes
• sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company
• which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you
• it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

• you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade
• but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year
• and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding
• the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love
• but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you
• there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here
• but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”
• that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”
• you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down
• but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i wouldmind.”
• so, that was that, then
• “oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”
• “i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”
• yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣wonho

• it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both
• a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot
• and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?
• he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room
• or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to
• and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that
• but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”
• and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot
• and there it was
• the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous
• god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though
• “so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes
• he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”
• cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”
• “oh,that.”
• silence
• honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now
• but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”
• oh, well okay, but what does that mean????
• your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else
• something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear
• but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it
• so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? ‍♀️

↣minhyuk

• honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke
• everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”
• so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”
• it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable
• like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be
• but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this
• you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest
• because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk
• it was barely there, though!
• you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all
• but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you
• and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now
• and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!
• minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe
• but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??
• did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??
• alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend
• and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him
• so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating
• your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding
• except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him
• he’d always use the boyfriend card
• “how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”
• and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”
• he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh
• but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣kihyun

• okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating
• you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take
• he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”
• (really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)
• and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this
• until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”
• and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank
• kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around
• so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer
• and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”
• partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away
• you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else
• preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you
• but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other
• you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look
• “what the hell happened????”
• finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”
• you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend
• “peoplejust overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”
• oh. well
• “he wasn’t—i was just—”
• but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying
• “yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”
• “why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin
• kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you
• your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)
• and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?
• and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess
• “i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”
• you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things
• one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating
• and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣hyungwon

• hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident
• he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion
• but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him
• and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was
• he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager
• he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day
• “this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked
• hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office
• but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”
• and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”
• cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager
• eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not
• but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh,maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?
• it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people
• and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone
• and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now
• you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager
• but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house
• and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses
• so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”
• “uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”
• “there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”
• oh, okay, then
• now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great
• “i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”
• “that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”
• hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”
• you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast
• (was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)
• “t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”
• “i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly
• “yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”
• quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”
• oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself
• “why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”
• he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—
• but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣jooheon

• you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar
• so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships
• “they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out
• “okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”
• he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed
• “that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”
• dumb or not, it worked
• finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks
• it was a dream come true
• and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!
• you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”
• jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”
• funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit
• your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times
• and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)
• nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)
• so it was all fun and games
• until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a longtime
• jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”
• but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night
• when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised
• so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights
• “you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”
• jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny
• “you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”
• you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier
• but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you
• “so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked
• he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”
• “for our date,” he explained.
• “oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”
• “no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣i.m

• he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)
• there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take
• and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything
• or so he said
• you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever
• how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!
• you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town
• their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)
• the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments
• you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your realfamily
• it was crushing
• you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home
• and now you were lying to them
• so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives
• he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)
• “okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”
• ???????
• he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else
• but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings
• “changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”
• he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head
• “i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”
• you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”
• he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”
• you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped
• swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”
• “i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”
• you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”
• “it’s already obvious, dimwit.”
• “are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”
• he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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gryffindor!shownu x yourhouse!reader (moodboard)

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tags: FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!AU DEAL WITH IT; fluff ;kinda angst; making out ( maybe more but not explicit); violence; shownu being badass hot and a soft bear!!! pls be careful to not bust all your uwus. 

I am so sorry if you guys don’t like drabbles, but seems like i’m an anxious person and i like to rush stuff so,,, sorry ig:3

• a normal day for you, going to your potion class just living your life 
• then this stupid ravenclaw boy with his crew start to shout out offensive things to you because you were a half-blood. 
• little did he know that, for more than 30 years, bullying and segregation about blood type were not allowed anymore in Hogwarts, thanks merlin. 
• one of the teachers petrified them, for one hour and they were taken to the director after. 
• all my friends asked if you were alright and you just nod. ugh, honestly? people are still like this? this is so overpassed. 
• anyways this day ended quickly and soon you apparate yourself to the centre of London with some friends. It’s Friday, club day!
• Little did you know what would happen. 
• before all the mess, let me explain who is shownu
• he is, of course, the Quidditch main player, the leader, but he is also a very nice guy. But what no one understands is that he is very reticent and discreet, different from the other jocks. He does date some girls, but the regular type ones, he doesn’t claim for attention and: he is everyone type. Smart, tall, handsome, has manners, athletic, good with spells and love all magical creatures of the school. 
• back to the club, after one hour you could find yourself wasted.
• YES, this was a muggle club and that’s what you love, people who don’t know about your big secret and have no idea how to judge you because, honestly, they don’t care.
• So you find yourself dancing with strangers and receive a text from your friends. one of the Slytherin girls were not okay and they rushed to Hogwarts without you, but hey, they found a familiar face and asked him to find me. What a nice idea. 
• You were not mad, after all, it’s normal for you always be alone and you enjoy it a bit. 
• So, after ten minutes, this hella cute guy called Kihyun was offering you a drink, he seems familiar but you said “no thanks”, and of course he understood. 
• you needed some air, so you went to the roof aka the smoking area 
• “oh finally" 
• you turned your head, finding shownu brown eyes. 
• damn, he was hot, leather jacket, dark jeans and a cigarette in his mouth. 
• ” shownu? wait,, you are the familiar face that will keep me company while my weak friends can’t take two shots of vodka?“
• he smirks at your comment, nodding to you while discarding the rest of the cigarette
• sh: "my friends left me too, so here we are”
• you: “ wow the mr.athlete smokes?”
• sh : “ and the Mrs.top notes like to go clubbing every Friday? we discover crazy things every day" 
• you could only laugh and little did you know that he took a little note on is thoughts about how pretty were you smiling. 
• he asked you if you wanted to dance more or walk around the streets of London and maybe, grab something to eat. 
• you liked the idea of a little adventure with shownu, and also, food is always the number one. 
• so that’s when your friendship with him started. you both talked about yourselves, your houses, friends and even the incident you lived this morning, he was very horrified with that, making him frown and being absolutely adorable. 
• since this day, you both saw each other almost every day
• you helped him with his grades and the O.W.LS
• he used to call you to watch his games and well, we all know you two were in love with each other
• but of course, you dumbasses couldn’t see that so, the summer arrived and your friends made up a plan 
• do you think a house with a lot of teenagers, in a magic beach, were all the wizards go in summer would be a great plan to get you both together? idk but let’s go I guess. 
• so you proposed something for your group, including shownu’s friends as well ( cofcof kihyun which is weird but he is your friend now). 
• ” no magic" 
• “WHAT” everyone, except for shownu, who was smiling, screams
• “c'mon! the house and everything are already enchanted! plus, car rides!”
• “ but the food and the train?”
• “ Okay, these too can be magic but only!" 
• everyone agreed because sometimes its nice to not use magic you know? 
• when you all arrive at the house, the bags and your belongs were already flying and organizing themselves by magic. Lame, you thought. 
• "Hey” shownu put his arm around your neck “ want to give a lot at the beach" 
• you: ” sure,,“ godgodgodgod
• it was genuinely nice, walking in the sand while talking what do you expect in these two weeks, shownu offered to hold your shoe and god, he smells good. Sorry, any way
• you both didn’t have a lot of time alone this week, but even tho, shownu held your hand in the forest train, trowed water in you at the waterfall and also kept watching your body in that bikini hihi 
• he made sure to stay by your side in all the games and even when you were bronzing yourself in the sand, reading an ordinary book. He also would sneak around at night with you just to see the stars or smoke a bit. 
• so, the truth or dare game has arrived I am sorry for the cliche
• OH NO, you were picked 
• "y/n I dare you to… okay I will be nice, just hold shownu’s hands the whole game" 
• that was safe, you have held his hands already and shownu was very affectional with everyone so, no big deal right? NO BC YOU BOTH WERE SWEATING AND BLUSHING HARD 
• game is going and you couldn’t look at his face, even knowing that he was looking at you. 
• ” shownu, I dare you to tell y/n about what you feel about her" minhyuk is the DEVIL itself. 
• shownu didn’t even hesitate, he smiled at you and whispered: “ every time with you is a good time, you know?" 
• I AM LOSING MY SHIT FUCKFUCJFUFNENENN ok 
• it was clear that you HAVE to get the fuck out of there. 
• so you just do, like a clown, stand up and run away in the beach
• edeudbnebd what a jerk 
• shownu has no idea of what to do, were you upset? he should have told you he likes u? do you have feelings for him? he is freaking out 
• so he finds you bellow a tree, looking at the waves
  
• sh: ” hey…“
• you: ” hi…“ 
• sh: ” look, I’m sorry if what I said-“
• you: "Ilikeyou”
• he just stares at you, smiling slowly
•  sh: “ that’s what I said" 
• you: "no, you said that every time with me is a good time" 
• sh: ” isn’t it the same but more poetic?“ you laugh because he is so silly
•  and that makes you heart race and the blood of your face go directly to your cheeks burning
• sh: ” Can I kiss you?“ 
• oh damn
• he was getting closer and you could feel how hot his body was when he delicately touched your cheeks, his chocolate eyes searching for your response. 
• You, into almost a spell that he had, nodded quietly. 
• when his lips touched yours, you could feel your head spinning but in an amazing way, you were so captivated by the ways his soft lips were dancing against yours, the way his hand were found now at your waits and how soft was his hair between your fingers
•  is this a dream? cause looks like one in your head. 
• he distanced himself a bit, smiling widely, what an image my friend. 
• sh: ” we could get out of here and…“ 
• you: ” makeout in some free room? agree"
• you stand up and offered your help for him to stand.
• sh: “ reading minds now huh?" 
• you: ” you didn’t like it?“ 
• he hugged you from behind, whispering close to your ear: "I will show you what I like soon”
• bitchwhat
• you both just run into the house, your friends looking at you both at the door with the biggest poker faces ever while you both just laugh and run upstairs, opening your room and locking it ;) 
• shownu wasted no time, he sits on the edge of the bed, already putting you on his lap, locking your lips in his again as his life depends on it.
•  God he was so hot, the messy hair, the plushie lips, the way he smirks, the way his strong hands grip your thighs and your waist, travelling everywhere but careful to not scare you, he is so gentle!!!!
• you can resist and start to kiss his neck and you could feel him whimper while tensing his body. he returns the favour, kissing you neck back and giving soft bites, that’s when you lose your shit and starts unconsciously griding on him, feeling him, got harder by your movements and a low moan leaves your mouth
• you can feel shownu smirking and kissing your neck, collarbones and the curves of your breasts, making you wetter and wetter. 
• sh: “ do you want to keep this going? because I have been wanting this” he squeezes your butt strongly, making you moan again “ wanting you… so badly y/n”
• you kiss him slowly again, whispering “ I am yours already baby, and I am sure" 
• you can imagine the rest right? 
• the next day, your roommate was mad at you but, no regrets. even with kihyun and jooheons dirty comments, you can only be happy to be dating shownu.
•  he was so sweet and lovely you
•  both spend the rest of the summer going out together and going to clubs and pubs
• he even taught you how to fly in a broom like a player
• it’s strange how he became your best friend and also is your boyfriend
• and even sometimes fighting for silly things, nothing serious, everything seems so natural and peaceful with him
•  you: ” babe “
• sh: ” yes, love?“
• you: "every time with you is a good time" 
• sh: "I love you too baby”. 

shownu not so soft afternoon at the snowfall

Can you write something about an afternoon with Shownu. Where he as reader just had a steamy session *winkwink and they both are lying under covers and enjoying the snowfall. Fluffy or suggestive, please

You got it ;)

• Okay idk why snowfalls give me some “I’m not your bf but ugh I can be one I guess” vibes so…
• Yeah just follow me on this one
• Shownu is a senior and you’re are one year before him in college.
• You both met because he was tutoring you in a specific lesson and
• You know the thing just happen
• but
• slow people annoys me but not you two
• not “ we haven’t had sex yet” slow
• but the “ we don’t know what we are even if we spend 24/7 together and had sex since the first date” slow
• you both love each other
• and that’s a lil secret
• AnYwAyS
• Hi national holiday with snow? Oh shownu’s family has a ski chalet? OH ONLY YOU TWO IN 4 DAYS
• so you were there, skiing and being a happy lil couple babies ( not making babies pls kids use PROTECTION)
• and in the second day a HUGE NEVASCA JUST WOOOOW fucks up your plans what a shame!!!!
• iamaclown
• It’s 10 am, cozy morning, you both woke up, made hot chocolate and ate whatever u want bc you can :) and
• go back to bed
• it’s snowing and cold outside bed
• the bed it’s warm, shownu smells nice and u get free kisses
• = bed won
• Cozy warm bed with your b*tch, shownu
• And he’ll kiss here and there
• And then maybe a lil bit more THERE
• There= neck
• And well shownu has big hands that can explore all your curves and sensitive places
• But he …. Stops?
• And looks at you
• sh: I don’t think we will find a better moment than right now to talk about it so yeah… I really like you * soft eye smile*
• you: I really like you too? I thought you knew.
• sh: I do but I mean,,,,hmm,,, letsdate
• Shook
• you: you want to? Date? Like a relationship date???
• sh: yeah I want to be your boyfriend, can I?
• CAN A GIRL BE HAPPIER HONESTLY WOW
• you: ….. Yes! omg yes!!
• Happy hugging
• And kissing
• And makeout
• Damn his lips are waaay to soft shownu is just like THE BEST kisser I can bet my pu*sy he is
• you: you want me to be yours?
• shownu says yes almost in a whisper, already out of breath
• you: then show me
• .
• You ask for it ;)
• And I will assure you that this man WILL make you his girl.
• You’re shownu lil (girl)friend now
• Work for it

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

He has a cocky attitude and a desire to always pick the worst choices. He’s a little full of himself, yet he doesn’t let it affect the way he treats others. He can be arrogant at times, and take it in the worst ways if he is ever rejected.

That’s why you knew you were in trouble the minute he walked into your classroom. Teaching college students is never too stressful for the most part. Most of them are mature enough, you have to give them that, yet when you laid eyes on him, you could already see the whirlwind of flirtatious lines you were going to cross.

“What if we get caught?” you ask him, words mumbled against his skin with his lips pressed to yours. It doesn’t take you long to fall into his trap, and even though you are his professor, it’s hard to act as such when he knows every nerve and button to press to get you riled up and going.

“Who cares?” His chuckle after he replies tells you he really doesn’t care. He couldn’t have cared any less as he slips your blouse over your head, leaving you in the sexiest, strapless, black bra he could ever lay his eyes on.

“We’re going to get caught.” You sound like a broken record in the dimly lit supply closet he pushed you in that afternoon after all classes were dismissed. Not many people are left on campus, but your heart still pounds away in your chest from the risk of it all. 

“Shut up,” he groans, knowing you can’t take his words seriously, with his hands running over your breasts to have your head resting lazily on the door he has you pressed against. “You worry too much.”

“I’m your professor,” you whisper, afraid your emotions will get the better of you if you let them. “This is so, so wrong.”

“Really?” Even in the poor lighting you could see his smirk, with his brows raised as a hand slips beneath your skirt to settle between your thighs. “Does this feel wrong?” With that his fingers press to your folds, feeling the silk fabric of your panties and a whimper from your lips fill the small space between the two of you. 

“God…” you moan, eyes closing a second later to give in to his fingers pressing harder against your center. “Just fuck me already.” You could never resist him, no matter if it’s a cocky, flirty pass at you, a brush of your shoulder, or even a wink. He always knows what to do to have you becoming a mess before him, to have you become his. 

“Sure thing, professor.” The confident laugh that fills the closet tells you he’s pleased with his persuasion, with his hands moving to your thighs to slip your skirt higher, before tugging at the hem of your panties and watching as they fall to the ground at your heels.

Then he reaches for the button on his pants, quickly unfastening any clasp and pulling any zipper to push his clothes lower, revealing his hard, needy cock a moment later. He reaches in his pocket, pulling a wrapper from within to cause you to wonder if he had the whole thing planned all along.

You don’t question it much more as he rips the packet with his teeth before slipping the condom down his length, readying himself at your entrance as he eases your thigh over his hip. His eyes meet yours as the tip of his member teases your entrance, noticing the smirk appear once again on his lips. You push your hips toward him, gripping his shirt in a fistful of cloth and releasing a breathy ‘hurry up’ before you can change your mind. 

He wastes no more time pushing himself into you without warning, earning a gasp while he fills you up. He presses his body into you, allowing your lips to collide with his and moan into the kiss when you feel him pull away just enough to slam back into you. A single hand reaches for him, pushing your fingers through his hair before tugging to encourage his motions, until he grips your wrist to press your arm near your head against the wooden door.

His eyes darken as he looks down at you, and you quickly shut your own as he pumps himself between your thighs over and over. His motions are aggressive, sloppy, and wild, but it’s more than enough to have you biting down on your lip to keep quiet.

He knows just what he is doing, thrusting in and out with force and holding you in place with one hand on your thigh and the other pinning your wrist to the door. He challenges you to keep quiet, knowing the sounds of your body hitting the door fill the hallway outside of the supply closet.

“Slow down,” you moan, and he would have listened if the lust in your voice didn’t give away you wanting anything but that, “you’re going to-to get us c-caught.” 

“So?” He smirks, before grunting and pumping himself harder, faster inside of you until your mind goes numb. “I don’t fucking care.” 

“…, fuck…” You can hardly keep it together. Each time he thrusts back into you pushes you closer and closer to that edge that doesn’t care how loud you are. You moan and whimper and gasp his name, becoming overwhelmed with pleasure and you just need that little extra something to reach your peak.

You reach between the two of you with the hand he isn’t holding, gathering enough strength to find your clit and begin pleasuring yourself as he pushes in with force, and pulls out just enough to pump himself back in with a twitch of his hips. Your fingers work in circles over your clit, his sudden groans and heavy breaths hitting your ears, and just when you are so close to that edge, his lips crash into yours, silencing your cries while you come undone. 

You shake in his hold, pulling away for a moment as the waves of pleasure surge through you, gasping for breath before he pulls you right back to him. His motions never cease, continuing to thrust with just enough force to have you seeing stars and have him spilling over the same edge in a burst of nearly silent whimpers and curses. 

Your bodies become sweaty in the stuffy closet by the time you both are coming down from your pleasure. He pulls away, and you are too dizzy to notice him rid himself of the condom and adjust his clothes. You remain limp against the door, knowing any second your trembling legs will fail you and you will go crashing to the floor. 

Luckily you feel his arm wrap around your waist, and your eyes fluttering open to see the same smirk on his lips before he leans in to press them against your forehead. You gather enough strength to push your skirt down your thighs when he pulls away, noticing your panties still on the floor a second before he scoops them up in his hands. 

“I need those,” you whisper, scared of your voice shaking if you speak any louder.

But he only chuckles, licking his lips and shaking his head. “How about I keep them for now?” Your eyes widen at his words. “You can get them back next time.” 

You huff with a release of his name, rolling your eyes at this impossible boy. 

“Don’t worry, professor,” he says, kissing your lips when he pauses, then pulling away to leave you speechless, “I won’t tell anyone. This can be our little secret.”

; optional male lead smut |  ☁️

The feel of his mouth on you never fails to make you dizzy. When he teases your mound with soft kisses here and there, heat floods every inch from head to toe. His devious smirk with a face full of desire looking up at you certainly doesn’t help in the slightest. 

With a groan he tastes between your thighs and you can’t help the whimper that slips from within. His tongue flicks over your folds before lowering to your entrance, gathering up the arousal that has dripped out for him just to send another wave of warmth surging through your body. 

“Please,” you release his name in a breathless whimper with your plea, “don’t stop.” Of course, he had no intention of stopping, but the words and noises that escape your lips don’t make much sense when the pleasure is filling every inch of your body. He leans away only for a moment, a chuckle filling the space between you before he forms a tight grip on your thigh. 

His fingers sink into your flesh just as his mouth returns to your body. Another whimper fills the room. He teases and toys with your clit, brushing over the sensitive, swollen bud with his tongue before dipping down to your entrance once again just to hear the way you cry out for him. He’s devious when he wants to work your body up, loving how breathless you become, how your hips move against him to gain more when you become greedy for pleasure. 

“Please,” you exhale, head falling back, and finally, he gives in. Your mouth falls open, a desperate plea of his name slipping out as he buries his face between your thighs once more. His tongue finds your clit and your body trembles in his grasp. He tightens his grip on you, feeling your legs quivering as he pleasures you, groaning against your flesh from the way you taste on his tongue. Your mind grows numb, a roll of your hips begging him for more without words. 

You don’t get to relish in the feel of his mouth on you for too long. He pulls away after a few moments of caressing your clit, his mouth glistening from your sweetness beneath a pale bedroom light as he aligns two fingers up to your entrance. 

“You’re dripping baby,” his deep, raspy voice rings in your ears as he sinks the digits inside your soaked heat, a burst of warmth spiraling through your body. A chuckle spills from his lips as you begin to whine. You feel him pump his fingers in and out a few times before burying them deeper to curl inside of you. A gasp fills the room as your thighs shake around him, earning another chuckle from him before a deep and needy groan follows.

His mouth returns to your body, pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. The tension floods every inch of you, so on edge and ready for release. The pressure of his fingers mixing with the gentle yet urgent caresses of his tongue drive your body wild. He keeps a firm grip on your thigh with nails digging into your flesh as you writhe and whimper beneath him.

Your body is hot, worked up, mind dizzy and limbs trembling as he continues offering pleasure between your legs. He never pulls away or slows his motions, fucking you with fingers, tasting you on his tongue, driving you closer and closer to your peak.

Finally, the tension snaps to send a burst of red hot pleasure surging through your body. You cry out his name, breathlessly whimper you’re coming as you unravel around him, grinding yourself against him with a roll of your hips until you can take no more.