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Let’s get animal lamps!

shownu x reader

Warning: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: We have all heard about being couple goals when going to the supermarket together. But what about buying furniture together?

A/N: i was buying some stuff with my parents today and this idea came to mind, so here it is. Also, while writing the ‘warning: none’ , I wrote ‘nose’ and i’m confused because no nose is mentioned lol

Word count: 609

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“Why do you like this couch that much?” Hyunwoo smiled at my excited self, as I kept standing up and falling on the couch.

“It’s so nice and it’s not a leather couch and it fits so much and I like this couch too much and-”

“Okay, okay, this will be the one we will buy. Come on now, let’s find some stuff for the room, it’s the only one that’s left unfinished.” Hyunwoo said and pulled me away from the couch, me whining behind him, but immediately clinging on his arm.

“We’ve picked a bed, a dresser, the room has its own wardrobe, I have a big mirror I want to keep, so, what is left?” I asked giving a small peck on his upper arm, him smiling at my small sign of affection and squeezing my hand in return.

“Um, bedside dresser, and lamps for it, but I think that’s the only one that’s left, because we already have some other furniture.” Hyunwoo explained, as we finally reached the area with the dressers.

We wandered around, checking at the prices and the dressers that fit the aura of the room and then decided to check some lamps for the bedside dressers.

“Let’s get animal lamps!” I cheered pulling Hyunwoo along with me, towards the lamps I noticed.

“Oh my god, baby, look at this cute cow lamp and ooh this bear one, ahh and this, this duck, oh wow, okay we’ll get a bear for you on my side and a cat for me on your side of the bed!” I rambled and Hyunwoo just smiled, while watching me.

“Wait, no, it’s too childish, we’re grown ups, about to live together. We have to be serious.” I said and Hyunwoo shook his head, still smiling at me.

“Hm, how about this one?” I pointed at a plain cream lamp that seemed more serious and Hyunwoo frowned.

“Baby, which lamp do you actually want?” He said, his hand no longer holding mine, to let me show him.

“This one? Hm or this one? No, no, okay I’ve decided. I want this one, because it’s the same color as our wardrobe and the mirror, so it fits, it’s nice and not expensive.” I thought out loud and Hyunwoo reached for my hand again.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly and I nodded. He gave me a small peck, I swear I heard a kid behind us gasp, and I buried my face in his chest, his arms wrapping around me pulling me close to him.

“I’m so happy we’ll live together.” He softly let out and I smiled.

“Me too baby, we already practically lived together at my house so, it’s not something new but still. This is official.” I replied and leaned back to take a look at his face.

“It is. It is official.” He let out, a look on his face like he was daydreaming.

“What are you thinking, love?” I asked as his gaze met mine, small smiles slowly forming on both of our faces.

“How great it will be waking up next to you every day, having breakfast with you every day and falling asleep next to you every night.” He admitted and I blushed, as he was never comfortable with saying things like that out loud.

I sighed, placing my hand on the back of his head, pulling him for another kiss, telling him everything through this.

We pulled away, smiling at each other, and sharing small ‘I love you’s in between pecks, before continuing searching for anything we will need for our house.

Hyunwoo is the best thing that happened to me.

Make it Hurt

It's been 84 years since I posted fanfic, let's see if I remember how...

Genre: K-pop female reader insert

Group: Monsta X

Pairing: Son Hyunwoo/Shownu x Reader

Category: Smut

Word Count: 942....for now 👀👀

Warnings: Nothing extreme, but it's definitely 19+

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Shownu, is one of the "beasts" in Monsta X...strong, built like a brick shithouse, and beautiful...but he always handles you like glass. What's it gonna take to be on the receiving end of his "power"?

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You don't know why you were here again, watching your boyfriend working out in the gym. It only served to intensify the nagging empty feeling you'd been plagued with lately. You actually felt silly letting something so insignificant bother you, especially considering you had such a wonderful relationship with Shownu. He treasured you in every sense of the word, but therein lay the problem. He was always so sweet and loving, so tender and careful with you...and it was on your last nerve.

Anyone who'd ever seen him perform could see his considerable strength and endurance. On variety shows, it was almost always a topic of conversation as they made him demonstrate, but he never translated it into the bedroom.

Intimacy with Shownu was always satisfying and intensified the bond you shared, but he always treated you as if you were made of glass. Just once you longed to be on the receiving end of his power. To feel the burning passion you knew resided within him. You wanted to experience the Force of nature that is Son Hyunwoo and right now your only release was to watch his daily workout regimen.

Standing by the treadmills, you immersed yourself in the scene before you. Shownu's lean body reclined back on the bench, his arms straining under the weight above him, his knuckles whitening as he constantly readjusted his grip on the bar, the beads of sweat running in rivulets across his bronzed flesh. You unconsciously squirmed, imagining how those powerful hands would feel striking against your bare ass, the sound of his hips ricocheting off yours as his generous cock nudged your cervix, those knuckles whitening from twisting through your hair and holding you in place when your orgasm destroyed your ability to hold yourself up... something you were having trouble with even now.

You were so engrossed in your fantasy, you didn't realize small whimpers were escaping your throat, nor did you realize that Shownu had ceased the weightlifting and was moving towards the treadmills allowing him to hear your needy sounds.

"Jagiya, is that you?", he asked, walking faster towards your location. His eyes locked onto yours at once and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. "Are you alright?"

"Sh-hownu, I..." your voice was barely above a whisper, but he wasn't too worried once he saw the look in your eyes.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" he cooed, pulling you into his arms. You shivered at the sensation of his sweaty skin against your own. "I'll be done soon, then we can go eat and then I'll give you a nice gentle massage before bed. How does that sound?"

A couple drops of sweat fell from his nose and slid down the back of your neck when he squeezes you against his chest, but your mind conjures up a much more enticing reason for the salty liquid dripping on to your skin. You picture the beautiful view of being pinned face first against the pull up bars while Shownu drilled you from behind. His furious thrusts sending your chest into the cool metal bars as you clench tighter around his dick with every drop. Before your legs could give out, you pushed him away and whined out a pitiful, "No".

Shownu flinched slightly from your dismissal. "What's wrong babe?"

Not trusting your voice, you threw yourself at him and captured his lips in a frenzied kiss. Your hands wandered across his hot, slick flesh, your fingernails clawing at the thin tank top separating you from your prize.

"What's gotten into you?", Shownu asked against your lips in a rare second he had to breathe.

Speaking purely from the fire burning in your belly, you simply growled, "Fuck me, Shownu."

Using that delicious strength in the exact opposite way you hungered for, he holds you still, pulling you back to look into your eyes. "Slow down, sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you."

Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you drop to your knees and yank his athletic shorts down. Pouting your lips right against the head of his filling cock, you purr out, "But I want you to." and take him into your mouth.

His eyes roll back and he momentarily loses his firm stance. "But..." he begins, but never gets to finish as you release his spit slicked length long enough to swirl your tongue around him as you swallow him back down.

His hands fly up to get a solid grip in your hair, but he still holds himself back.

You slow your ministrations to not only keep yourself from choking, but to twist Shownu's fingers into your strands and guide him how to pull like you want him to.

"Babe...", he moans in warning, still bent on being gentle with you, but you're not having it. Feeling that he's finally locked and loaded, you stand up with him still held firmly in your grasp and walk him over to the nearest bench where you bend over, showing him a full view of your own ruined shorts.

A gutteral groan wrenches it's way out of Shownu's chest when he sees the soaked fabric between your legs and his resolve is fading fast.

"You really want me to be rough with you?", he questions as he slides his hand across his achingly hard cock.

You finish removing your shorts and turn around to quietly reply, "Make it hurt, Baby."

It was as if a switch had literally flipped in Shownu when he covered your body with his own, pressing his erection into your ass. His simple reply dripped with an exhilarating danger, "Hold on tight, little girl."

To be continued...??