#kihyun imagines

[iibonniee]

All Eyes on Her

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader x Hyungwon x Kihyun

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, oral (fem and male receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, facial, masturbation, cum eating

Rating: R

Word Count: 7.2k

Summary: There was only so many ways to piss off her roommates. Going out without their knowledge was the top of that list

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

(huge shoutout to @spacequokka for the proof reading and hype!)

The city was ablaze with Halloween spirit; twinkling orange lights adorned every lamppost while smiling pumpkins stared down from each window. The usual humdrum of the city had morphed into a chorus of high-pitched laughter and teasing catcalls, echoing against the walls of the high-rises.

Amidst the crowd of excited buzz and anticipation, individuals wander with faces hidden behind masks, from classic vampires to slutty nurses, each strutting their raunchiest and most creative costumes. There was an electrifying tang of mischief and lust in the air, the boundaries of common decency momentarily put at bay with the scapegoat of horror-themed revelry.

Skimpy witches revealing a little too much ‘hocus pocus,’ flirtatious vampires showcasing more than just their canines, and provocatively dressed devils smirking at their sinful antics sauntered down the bustling streets, their laughter rising into the chilled air. While the cityscape was a treat, the people were the spectacle under the Halloween moon.

A palpable excitement fizzled through the crowd as they flocked towards the city’s center, where grand parades, Halloween parties, and bars offering dangerously potent ‘witches brew’ awaited them. The chilling thrill of Halloween quickly ignited into a fiery celebration, prophesizing a night of reckless abandon and racy encounters.

As the night fell, the city became the perfect playground for these supernatural imposters, ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. The ‘trick or treat’ didn’t concern candies anymore, and the only spell that mattered was the intoxicating stimulant of the night - wild, wicked, and wonderfully suggestive.

As if on cue, the city’s heartbeat quickened, mirroring the palpable pulse that thrummed through the mingle of Halloween revelers. Y/N, lost in the sea of provocative costumes and devilish laughter, somehow managed to weave through the boisterous crowd. Three of her friends, who had decided to venture into the night together, barely noticed her sneaking past—such was the intoxicating allure of the Halloween spectacle.

Y/N took a hasty gulp from the mysterious concoction in her hand, the ominous label of ‘witches brew’ at the bar only fueling her adventurous spirit. Its potent ingredients quickly washed over her, a familiar haze clouding her vision. The alcohol warmed her veins, the heady sensation making her limbs feel heavy yet oddly cheerful. At the same time, the crowd around her swayed like an intoxicating dance of shadows.

Pumped up on the adrenaline and the dangerously potent brew, she felt bold and invincible. She was just another face hidden behind a risqué costume, seduced by the promise of reckless abandonment. Embracing the night’s madness, she let herself be swept up in the waves of laughter and playful catcalls.

Her world was spinning, the city lights blurring to form endless streams of orange and black. The pounding music from nearby parties became a pulsating rhythm in her chest, the enticing beat luring her further into the night’s embrace. The roommates, the rules, the norm – everything that caged her was forgotten, lost in the hedonistic pursuit of a Halloween adventure. Y/N was perfectly adrift in the Halloween ocean, ready to plunge into whatever wickedly delightful encounters the night had in store for her.

Suddenly, the buzz of her phone broke through the symphony of raucous laughter and pulsating music. Fumbling in her small purse, Y/N retrieved her disobedient phone, squinting at the sudden bright light. The screen displayed a flurry of messages, quickly piling up from her roommates, who had noticed her absence.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

“You’re not at the apartment!”

“Weren’t you feeling unwell? Where did you go?”

Their messages were tinged with worry and mild reprimand; they hadn’t expected her to ignore their advice and dive into the wild tangle of Halloween nightlife. At any other time, a pang of guilt might have washed over her. But tonight, under the spell of intoxication, cloaked in the stringency of her risque costume, Y/N felt free, audaciously untamed.

With a dismissive laugh, she typed a quick, vague reply: “I’m out; don’t worry. Just embracing the night.” Before the incoming reply could pull her to reality, she silenced her phone and shoved it back into her purse.

Reality and its naggings could wait; tonight was all about stepping into a world of fantastic desires. Drowned in the seductive whispers of the festival, she allowed herself to be adrift in the giddy ocean of celebration. 

Her roommates, their well-intentioned rules, and worrying had no place here. As she moved deeper into the city’s pulsating heart, Y/N felt an exciting sense of freedom. She was alone - lost yet freed, intoxicated yet in control. Redefining the limits, she plunged further into the intoxicating fervor, ready for whatever wickedly delightful encounters the night had in store.

Y/N drank in the freedom. She was free from Kihyun’s alert gaze, constantly scrutinizing those who dared enter her personal space. There were no towering presences of Hoseok and Hyunwoo, ready to scare off any potential troublemakers, no Minhyuk lingering around her ‘just in case.’ Minhyuk, Kihyun, and Hyunwon, who had decided on a quieter night in, were far from the raucous festivities of the city center. 

Meanwhile, Hyunwoo, Hoseok, Jooheon, and Changkyun were lost in their own adventures, leaving Y/N to navigate through the irresistible maze of the night, undisturbed and unhindered.

For Y/N, this was uncharted territory - exciting, intoxicating, and filled with an array of wicked possibilities. The Halloween spirits danced around her, caressing her senses and painting her vision with a tantalizing kaleidoscope of adventures. Echoed chuckles, flirtatious banter, and enticing rhythms led her deeper into the city’s pulsating heart, where the intoxicating fervor of Halloween was brewing at its peak.

Unrestrained and unhindered, she was lulled by the siren call of the city’s enchanting revelry. Her senses were filled with the intoxicating allure of the night, promising a treasure trove of wickedly delightful experiences beneath the Halloween moon.

The unplanned glamour of the night, free from the watchful eyes of her roommates, offered Y/N a wild freedom. With each heartbeat matching the risque rhythm of the Halloween sway, she was ready to hitch a ride on the Halloween roller-coaster and let it take her wherever it wandered.

The club was inviting, a beckoning call for anyone who dared to enter. The line was long, a promise of fun if the wait would be granted. Her eyes followed the crowd of drunken and giggling bystanders laughing at anything and everything. Halloween always felt like a night to let loose.

As Y/N stepped into the disorienting embrace of the club, she found her way to the bar, ordering drinks that fizzled and popped in neon hues, mirroring the hedonistic surge running through her veins. She allowed herself to get lost in the pulsating music and the intoxicating drink in hand, her worries slowly dissolving in the pounds of the bass. 

Suddenly, amidst the crowd, she noticed a figure moving towards her. The male was dressed as a Kingpin, with a playful smirk and an inviting gaze; he made his way through the crowd. He perched onto the stool beside her, his overwhelmingly charismatic charm barely concealed. He began to flirt, his words a mix of praises and playful banter, aiming to enthrall and captivate. 

Her intoxication amplified the already intense charm radiating from him. Her defenses lowered and her guard down. And just like that, a potentially dangerous scenario was painted; Y/N’s actions were guided by the impulsive rush of alcohol, the stranger’s intentions hidden under the playful banter, and the unforgettable night carrying on its unpredictable stride.

“And what are you supposed to be?” He finally asked the burning question. His smirk never left his face as she realized the alcohol had taken over him. “You have been driving me crazy.”

“Well, tonight, I’m nobody. Just here to enjoy the night,” Y/N slurred, her voice full of alcohol-induced delight. The man chuckled, introducing himself as Jungkook with a voice as smooth as the whiskey she held in her hand.

Jungkook, moving even closer to her, whispered playfully, matching her audacious tone, “Then nobody, you sure know how to attract attention.”

Caught in Jungkook’s entrapping charisma, Y/N was further intoxicatingly entertained by his flirtatious banter. The room was spinning, the colors merging into one, and the sounds became a distant echo. She was, however, rudely brought back to reality by a distinct, familiar voice slicing through the music.

“Y/N, have you lost your mind?!” Kihyun rushed towards them and, with a swiftness that misrepresented his anger, placed himself between her and Jungkook. The fury evident in his voice and expressions was enough to bring the room’s spinning carousel to a jarring halt. As he forced her to stand, he physically distanced her from Jungkook, the lingering intoxication started wearing off, replaced by the chilling realization of her actions. Despite the immeasurable confusion, one fact was clear: the night was far from over, and it wouldn’t be easily forgotten.

“Kihyun?” She gasped suddenly, aware of her roommate’s presence. The more time that had passed, the more she realized that Kihyun had turned his attention to Jungkook. 

“Isn’t she a piece of work?” Jungkook muttered to Kihyun, utterly unfazed by the tension. His words, intended to provoke, met their target. Kihyun’s glare intensified, his body stiffening as he towered over Jungkook.

“Y/N isn’t here for your amusement, Jungkook,” Kihyun retorted, the sharp tone of his voice owning the immediate space around them. “So I suggest you fuck off.”

Despite the rising conflict, Jungkook merely smirked, goading him further. “Oh, she seemed pretty amused just now, didn’t she?”

Those words threw Kihyun over the edge. “She’s had enough for the evening, Jungkook. This is your only warning. We both know your track record here so station your charm somewhere else before I forget about my respect for this place.” threatened Kihyun, his voice dangerously low.

Caught between the tension of the two, Y/N was jolted to sobriety, the remnants of her euphoria fizzling out, replaced by the harsh reality and an all too familiar sense of worry. The flare in Kihyun’s eyes made her realize this wasn’t simply about an overprotective friend; this was about something much more tangled, their past colliding with the present all at once.

“Kihyun…” She tried, only to be shot down once she noticed how his glaring eyes snapped back to her. Once she realized that he wasn’t going to calm down, she sucked in her breath, wishing that the alcohol that was mixed in her veins didn’t wear off as quickly as it did.

Ignoring her meek attempt to interject, Kihyun fixed his glare back on Jungkook. “This isn’t a joke, Jungkook. You are crossing a line here,” he hissed, making his irate state clear to everyone in their immediate vicinity. “Keep trying stupid shit, and I promise you, you won’t like what comes after.”

Unfazed, Jungkook laughed, “Seems like somebody needs to chill a little, hey Y/N?”

Before Y/N could even open her mouth to respond, Jungkook, sensing the opportunity to further provoke Kihyun, chimed in again, “You better keep her close, Kihyun. Or she might just end up in my bed next time.” With that, he chuckled, the sound echoing loudly in the otherwise noisy room. “Can’t let a beautiful thing like her out of your sight.”

Kihyun’s glare turned into a furious stare, and without another word, he shoved Jungkook back. The force surprised those nearby, and a hush fell upon their immediate surroundings. “She is not an object to be won,” Kihyun growled menacingly. “So I suggest you watch your tongue.”

Turning back towards Y/N, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the exit, leaving a smirking Jungkook and stunned spectators behind. The drive back home was tense, with Kihyun’s anger still palpable. 

He picked up his phone and dialed their housemates, recounting the night’s incidents in a heated tone. Throughout it all, Y/N sat quietly in the passenger seat, sipping her water and coming to terms with the night’s unsettling revelations.

As Kihyun began retelling the happenings of the night, his knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel with such intensity it bellowed of his still simmering rage. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he tried to tell the story.

“She was in a bar on the other side of fucking town. Jungkook was there being a fucking pest and snuggling up to her as if he knew… Y/N you should know all the shit he’s done.” his voice trailed off, replaced by a bitterness Y/N could taste even from her spot in the passenger seat.

With every grumbled sentiment and colorful adjective, Kihyun painted Jungkook as the embodiment of disrespect and insolence. His rant was punctuated occasionally by his grip tightening on the wheel, each outburst coinciding with a particularly vehement part of his tirade.

Y/N could only sit silently, absorbing his anger and the weight of his words. Despite the anger directed towards Jungkook, part of her couldn’t help but feel the sinking sensation that she was also to blame. As the car moved steadily along the deserted roads, the silence stretching between them threatened to unveil the underlying issues she was trying to avoid.

Once they arrived at the apartment, its comfort was replaced with an atmosphere of stark disappointment. Waiting for them, Minhyuk and Hyungwon looked up, their faces filled with concern and evident disapproval. She shivered at their piercing gaze, shying away and trying to make herself look small as Kihyun told the two the story of what happened once more.

“Jungkook acted like he’d won a prize, treating Y/N as an item,” Kihyun informed them, his words laced with biting contempt as a tearing anger shook his voice. Turning his frustrated gaze on her, he didn’t hold back. “You played along. You laughed at his indecent jokes, making him believe you enjoyed his attention. It was crude, Y/N, and you seemed to revel in it,” he accused, the hurt evident in his tightened voice. “Tell me, what was that?”

Y/N felt a wave of guilt crash over her as she caught Minhyuk and Hyungwon’s piercing stares - they held the same disappointment that Kihyun had vocalized. She took a deep breath, opening her mouth but quickly shutting it once she realized all she would spill out was utter lies.

“If you want to behave like a whore, getting passed around as if it’s a game, we can ensure that it becomes your reality.” Kihyun declared, his tone filled with an unexpected, unsettling fury.

Against the attack of bitter accusations, something unexpected stirred within Y/N. It was not the guilt or the shame that was meant to follow such a degrading tirade - instead, it was a thrilling heat. His words, cruel and harsh as they were, sparked an intensity within her, a reaction she was struggling to understand, much less control. As Kihyun’s bitterness continued to pour, Y/N felt the bizarre feeling twist, churning into a strange form of excitement. His anger and dominance somehow translated into an unlikely stimulus, opening the door to a place within herself she had never explored before. 

Sensing the change in herself, Y/N found an odd sense of power, soaking in the scorching onslaught of accusations, transforming them into fuel for her unexpected defiance. Gathering her courage, she responded to Kihyun’s hostility with a cheeky retort that completely derailed him.

“Is that a threat…or a promise, Kihyun?” she bit back, a hint of rebellion dancing in her eyes.

The bold question hung heavy in the silent room, thick with growing tension. Kihyun’s eyes widened at the unanticipated challenge, soon replaced by a dangerous glint. He tilted his head, studying Y/N’s transformed demeanor. This was a side of her he had never seen, and despite the initial shock, the intrigued in him woke up with a start. An unsettling thrill slowly replaced his initial anger, and a surge of desire began to cloud his judgment. 

Y/N’s snide retort might have ignited another wave of anger. Still, this time, it was mixed with a spark of unexpected exhilaration that was impossible to ignore. The air between them crackled with an unspoken challenge, a brewing storm that promised a level of intensity neither had experienced before.

“Okay then, let’s see how long you’ll last playing this game,” Kihyun drawled darkly, his voice promising dangerous games. 

As Kihyun commanded Y/N to step towards him with a finger, his intimidating aura took over the room. There was a silence as she walked over, her gaze steady, accepting his challenge. Stopping before him, he wordlessly turned her around so her back was against his chest. He slowly brought his hands up to her body, his touch causing her to instinctively hold her breath. His hands lingered at her waist for a moment before sliding upwards at a dangerously slow pace. 

Her eyes involuntarily flicked towards Minhyuk and Hyungwon. Seeing their intense gazes upon her fueled an unusual thrill, a sense of being wanted. Kihyun wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other began to explore, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her exposed skin. The room was filled with an electrifying tension as the three men watched Y/N, her expression reflected in their eyes. 

Y/N could feel the heat of Kihyun’s breath against her neck and the hardness of his body against her back. It was a power play, and she decided to call his bluff. Biting her lip, she leaned her head back on Kihyun’s shoulder, meeting his eyes with a challenging gaze. She was playing with fire, but it was a game she was willing to partake in. The anticipation, mixed with the exhilarating thrill of the unknown, had set the room ablaze, rapidly igniting a spark that promised of a rough encounter. 

“Look at them,” Kihyun’s command was a whisper against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. Obediently, she turned her gaze towards Minhyuk and Hyungwon, who had been quiet spectators until now, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and desire. “They look so hungry, don’t they?”

Kihyun’s arm snaked around to her front, his hand beginning to explore her upper body. His touch was electrifying, sending an adrenaline rush through her veins, her body tingling in response. As his hand found her breasts, Y/N couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, her body instinctively arching into his touch. He smirked at her reaction, his ego stoked by her enjoyment of his touch. 

“You love being the center of attention, don’t you?” he asked, a teasing edge to his words. His hand continued to deftly manipulate her breasts, and her breath hitched, an undeniable wave of pleasure washing over her. As Kihyun’s skillful touch continued to stir her pleasure, Y/N’s mind surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, forgetting everything else at that moment.

“Just say the word Y/N, and tonight we will break you.” Kihyun’s words were a dangerous promise, a challenge that sent the room into a heart-stopping silence. The power dynamic had shifted, the game reaching a new, intense level. Shared glances between the men and Y/N exchanged mutually understood messages; Tonight would not be easily forgotten. 

Kihyun’s lingering touch and tempting words sent an intoxicating thrill through her, a promise of untamed pleasure hanging heavy in the air. She cast a glance toward Minhyuk and Hyungwon, meeting their greedy gazes. The twin flames of desire flickered in their eyes, igniting a fever within her that she hadn’t known was dormant. Their intense scrutiny was intoxicating, stoking the blaze within her even more.

“Do it,” she agreed, her voice barely a whisper, yet holding a firm resolve. Her trembling response only fueled their anticipation further, every muscle in their bodies tightening in anticipation of what was to follow.

“On your knees, Y/N,” Kihyun commanded, his voice as compelling as the predatory glint in his eyes. A wicked smirk pulled at the corners of Kihyun’s lips. Conveying a silent command, he gestured towards the floor. The smirk on his face was a stark acknowledgment of the havoc his words were wreaking, coupled with the genuine understanding that tonight, they’d dwell in a world where they would embrace their most primal desires. “Tonight, you are ours. You did consent to that, no?”

All three of them watched as she nodded her head almost too eagerly. 

As if spellbound, she carefully lowered herself onto her knees. The harsh reality of the cool, hard floor beneath her did nothing to dampen the electric energy surging in the room. Minhyuk and Hyungwon now circled around her like predators, their eyes shining with an insatiable hunger.

Minhyuk was the first to crouch down before her. His fingers traced a gentle path across her face, his tender touch contrasting starkly with the wicked gleam in his eyes. His hand curled into her hair, the sudden firm grip causing her to gasp. The sweet smile he had been wearing morphed into a wicked grin that promised sinful delights. “Who would you like to choke on first, darling?” His voice held an ominous edge, setting her heart pounding.

“Remember, Y/N, this is your punishment,” Hyungwon chimed in from her other side, his voice burnished smooth like whiskey. His reminder echoed ominously around the room, a reminder of her indiscretion. His comment hung in the air, heightening the sense of control and dominance they collectively held over her.

A moment of suspense hung in the air as she glanced from one face to the other, her eyes flickering with evident desire. Considering the inescapable thrill of the situation, Y/N finally decided, her gaze landing on Minhyuk. The choice was apparent in her answer, said in barely more than a whisper, yet it echoed deafeningly in the silent room. 

“Minhyuk,” she finally spoke, watching as his wicked grin turned into a victorious smirk. 

Minhyuk’s victorious smirk transformed into a look of unmasked desire, his nimble fingers working to rid himself of the confining fabric of his pants. His impressive length was now on full display, the sight making Y/N’s breath hitch in her throat. The intoxicating mix of trepidation and excited anticipation sent shivers down her spine.

Just at the edge of her periphery, she witnessed Kihyun and Hyungwon seating themselves comfortably. There was a predatory glint in their eyes as they prepared to be spectators to the sinful show that was about to unfold, their heated gazes soaking her in anticipation. Their dangerous looks only served to fan the flames of her desire, the weird sensation of being watched expanding the inner tumult of pleasure.

Minhyuk stepped closer, his length brushing against her lips, the sinful sight igniting an unquenchable fire within him. A moment’s hesitation was all it took before she opened to accept him, wrapping her warm mouth around him. The room was charged with electrifying energy, the sensation of her mouth coupled with the tantalizing sight of Y/N on her knees, pushing them all towards a precipice of exciting danger.

The moment Minhyuk made contact, her lips gracefully glided across his length; the wet warmth of her mouth contrasted with the cool air around them. His self-restraint wavered on the edge as she leisurely explored him, testing his patience with her tantalizingly slow pace. Low groans echoed in the room as she assuredly consumed him, each movement of her head sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hands glided through her hair, occasionally tightening their grips, eliciting a suppressed whimper from her, which only served to drive him further toward the brink of self-control. 

Hyungwon and Kihyun, absorbed by the spectacle before them, their eyes never strayed from the sight. Their hands moved in rhythm with Y/N’s head, each stroke perfectly mirroring her pace, fueling their own pleasure. The sight of her submission, combined with the sinful sounds echoing around them, only heightened their arousal. 

Hyungwon’s low moan, almost a growl, gave voice to their shared pleasure, “Such a filthy sight... You’re swallowing him whole, aren’t you, Y/N?”

Kihyun chimed in with a barely suppressed moan, his hand strokes hastening, “So eager to please. Don’t take it easy on her Minhyuk. Don’t forget what she did tonight. If she was sucking my cock right now, she’d be choking on it. Begging for some mercy.”

As the room was filled with a symphony of soft groans and heavy breaths, Minhyuk, caught up in the heady sensation, smirked down at Y/N, his fingers tangled in her hair as he began to set a relentless pace. The sudden change from her leisurely rhythm made her choke slightly, her gag reflex pushing against him, only serving to ratchet up his pleasure. 

“That’s it,” he muttered gruffly as he thrust himself into her mouth, the debauched sounds of his pleasure punctuating his words. 

Running his fingers mercilessly through her hair, the grip tightened with every movement, forcing her to take him deeper. His hips jolted forward, each forceful push revealing an aggressive side that contrasted with his initial tenderness. His lust-filled eyes bore into hers, pushing her beyond the limits of her endurance.

Meanwhile, Kihyun and Hyungwon were driven wild by the sight in front of them. Their hands stroked themselves faster, each sound from their lips only serving to encourage Minhyuk further. Overcome with the decadent sight and the symphony of heavy breaths.

Hyungwon couldn’t help letting out a few words meant to provoke the situation further: “Can she take it? Minhyuk, don’t you think you’re being too kind to her?”

Echoing Hyungwon’s sentiments, Kihyun added, biting back a groan, “Absolutely, don’t forget she needs to be taught a lesson. Treat her like the whore she’s been tonight.”

Their words filled the room, the thrill coursing through them as they watched Y/N’s resolve being tested under Minhyuk’s forceful pace.

In response to Hyungwon and Kihyun’s provocations, Minhyuk’s smirk deepened. His predatory gaze met Y/N’s eyes, noting a flicker of uncertainty mixed with arousal, which only spurred him on. 

He tightened his grip on her hair, tugging her closer to him, “She can take it, can’t you, darling? Show them.” he muttered, the roughness of his voice contrasting with the one she had initially known. “I bet you fucking like this.”

With a sudden surge of force, Minhyuk drove himself deeper into her mouth, his rhythmic thrusts growing more persistent, setting a punishing pace that left her gasping and choking. Each guttural groan he released seemed to echo in the room, amplifying the tangible tension and anticipation amongst them all.

“She’s doing so well, isn’t she?” Minhyuk taunted, his voice dark and laced with raw arousal, not missing the way both Kihyun and Hyungwon’s hands moved faster in response.

The sight before them was driving them both to the edge, their self-induced pleasure heightened by the sinful scene being played out before them. Unable to resist, Kihyun added fuel to the fire with his provocative words, “See how well she takes you, Minhyuk? Remember, she’s ours tonight.”

Hyungwon, feeding off the growing intensity, growled, “Make her choke, Minhyuk. Show her what happens when she misbehaves.”

Their husky commands were a stark reminder of the intense night that was still to unfold, their words echoing ominously in the room, winding the heat and anticipation to an unbearable pitch. Minhyuk, lost in the sensations coursing through him, only smirked in response, disciplining their shared toy in the way they all craved.

Just as Minhyuk was wavering on the edge, on the verge of surrendering to the pleasure, he abruptly pulled back, leaving Y/N bereft and confused. His eyes danced with mirth at the stunned, disappointed expression on her face and the way her lips parted in protest. 

“Not so fast, darling,” he murmured lowly, a chuckle threading through his voice. “Did you think I would reward your indiscretions that easily?”

He guided her up, his hand firm on her arm, leading her to the plush couch. He ran a single finger down her cheek, a single chuckle leaving his lips when she scowled up at him. Pushing her gently onto the comfortable cushions, he took a step back, grinning at her frustrated pout, “Sit down and make yourself comfortable.”

Once she was comfortably arranged on the plush couch, Hyungwon moved into position, his gaze scorching as he appraised her. With a devilish smirk playing on his lips, he settled in between her trembling thighs, his warm breath bathing her in anticipation.

Teasingly slow, he moved his hands up her legs, his thumbs tracing sinful patterns on her sensitive inner thighs. He could feel his pulse quicken as he trailed kisses along the crease of her thigh, deciding to tease her a little longer. His tongue flicked out to taste her, a sigh escaping his lips at the intoxicating flavor.

A soft whimper left her lips as she involuntarily clenched her fingers on the edge of the couch. This simple reaction spurred him on, his tongue delving deeper, exploring the folds of her sweet warmth. Hyungwon taunted her with his skilled tongue, flicking her sensitive bud before lapping at her juices that soaked his mouth. The gasps and moans echoing in the room only amplified the erotic charge of their encounter.

His hands found the soft curve of her hips, thumbing at her flesh as a silent plea for her to open wider, to offer more. Listening to his quiet command, he deepened his efforts with his tongue, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body, turning her pleas into a mix of husky moans and soft gasps. Hyungwon continued his attentive servicing, driven by the taste of her on his tongue and the sweet symphony of her moans filling the room.

As Hyungwon serviced her eagerly, Y/N met Kihyun’s gaze from across the room. A smirk adorned his face, one hand leisurely pumping his thick length as he watched. He hummed in appreciation, his actions shamelessly open and teasing.

“Look at you,” he moaned in delight, his voice husky with desire. “So fucking beautiful when you’re spread out, being devoured.”

Minhyuk, unable to resist any longer, moved closer to join in on the teasing. His fingers danced up Y/N’s trembling thigh, adding more sensation to the blazing pleasure that Hyungwon was evoking.

“I bet she tastes so good, Hyungwon,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto the erotic sight, a sinful grin tugging at his lips. Hyungwon gave no verbal reply, only flicking his gaze briefly to meet Minhyuk’s, the grin on his lips echoing Minhyuk’s words. He continued his relentless torment, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting. “I’m jealous.”

This bold display, coupled with the sound of Kihyun’s self-pleasure and Minhyuk’s teasing touch, sent Y/N spiraling towards a precipice of pleasure. Her noises turned to fervent pleas as various hands, mouths, and words drove her toward an explosive climax.

When Y/N was close to reaching her peak, Hyungwon suddenly pulled away. A surprised moan slipped from Y/N’s lips, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. His smirk grew wider at her confused and needy expression.

“Oh, darling,” Minhyuk crooned, his voice thick with amusement. “Did you really think we’d let you get off that easily? After what you did to us tonight?”

Hyungwon chuckled, resisting the urge to dive back in and finish her off. Instead, his fingers lightly traced over her now overly sensitive folds. “It’s not that we don’t enjoy your reactions,” he murmured, his voice dipping to a seductive growl. “We just think... you’ve been a little naughty tonight.”

Her soft gasp of protest when he barely touched her clit with his thumb told him she was teetering on the edge. “And naughty girls,” he added, smirking at her frustrated twitch, “don’t always get what they want.”

Hyungwon pulled back from the intoxicating girl beneath him, his lips gleaming wickedly. With a knowing smirk, he moved from his previous position to glance back at Kihyun and Minhyuk, who were intently observing the spectacle. Their heated gazes met approvingly, their silent exchange speaking volumes.

Kihyun finally broke the deafening silence, his command echoing against the room’s walls, “Hyungwon lay down.”

Hyungwon, taking Minhyuk’s place, swiftly lay down on the plush rug, his gaze never leaving Y/N as he made himself comfortable. He watched in fascination as Minhyuk moved behind her, pressing his body flush against her, his hands running illicit trails up her trembling thighs. He tilted his head, whispering something in her ear that made her blush scarlet.

From his standing position, Kihyun merely watched the scene unfold, a shameless, unhurried hand pumping himself. He chuckled lowly, his gaze catching Y/N’s. He moved to stand in front of her, eyes glinting with anticipation, his body ready to be served by her beckoning lips. The intensity of the situation only seemed to amplify as they all knew the tantalizing night was far from over.

“Can’t forget about me now, can we?” he purred, directing his length into her welcoming mouth. 

The large room amplified their sounds; the orchestrated symphony of their shared pleasure no longer whispered secrets but public declarations. The unmistakable sound of wet skin slapping against skin, coupled with their fervent gasps and moans, created a heady, ensnaring atmosphere of pleasure — a testament to their relentless pursuit of passion and desire. 

“All filled up now, are we darling?” Minhyuk cooed into her ear, his words laced with sin as he relentlessly pushed into her ass. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with a rhythm that only heightened the pleasure coursing through them all. 

Hyungwon’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as a guttural moan left his lips, “So tight...” he managed to rasp out, echoing Minhyuk’s sentiments but lost in his own world of pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly, matching Minhyuk’s thrusts, their timing as exquisite as their pleasure. “Fuck.”

Encased between these men, Y/N was lost, her cries muffled by Kihyun’s length, her own pleasure reaching soaring heights as her body was filled in ways no one else could. The distinct sensations within her — Hyungwon’s unwavering length, Minhyuk’s relentless tempo, and Kihyun’s sinful claim — had her perched on the edge, her climax coming closer with every pulse and thrust.

Their greedy moans echoed throughout the room, the rawness of their passion, the intensity of their desire, and the intimacy of their shared pleasure amplified tenfold as together they headed towards a dizzying peak, lost in a world of sinful delight.

As the sinful scene unfolded, the distinct sound of the front door clicking open echoed through the lavish apartment. Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and Kihyun barely missed a beat at their interruption. Managing to keep their involvement steady with Y/N, their intense gazes flickered towards the entrance as the new arrivals took in the impassioned tableau laid out before them.

Changkyun, Hoseok, Hyunwoo, and Jooheon stood at the threshold, eyes wide and mouths hanging agape at the sight that greeted them. The normality of their evening seemed trivial compared to the carnal spectacle unfolding in their shared living room.

“God, can’t you three keep it in your pants for one night?” Jooheon finally exclaimed, a teasing grin spreading across his face, misrepresenting his exasperated tone. Changkyun gave a low whistle, his eyes roaming Y/N’s body with gleaming admiration. At the same time, Hoseok and Hyunwoo simply shrugged as they opted for silent observation.

The undisguised staring from their additional audience had the color creeping onto Y/N’s cheeks. Still, it didn’t slow down the rhythm of the three men currently using her to satisfy their pleasure.

Kihyun, however, couldn’t let the comment pass unchallenged. He lifted his head from where he was currently engrossed with Y/N, glaring at their bandmates.

“Shut up, Jooheon, or get out,” he warned, sharp and impassive, his pleasure temporarily pushed aside by impulsive irritation. “That goes for you three. If you don’t care to watch, fuck off. I mean it.”

“No, no,” Changkyun quickly interjected, raising his hands in surrender as he smirked. “Please, continue. It’s quite the show.” 

The three new arrivals took the liberty to make themselves comfortable around the room, finding seats with the perfect vantage point to enjoy the continued proceedings. Their presence added another dynamic to the sinfully charged room, their eyes feasting on Y/N, who was the center of pleasure and desire.

Having made their point, the hard trio immediately resumed their activities with renewed gusto: Hyungwon maintaining his steady rhythm, his hips snapping upwards to meet Y/N’s downward motion, Minhyuk plunging into her from behind, matching his pace hypnotically, and Kihyun sliding back into her mouth, his thrusts becoming more insistent.

The room, yet filled with moans of pleasure and the undeniable sound of skin meeting skin, now also held the hushed whispers of the newcomers as they watched what unfolded before them. The sight of Y/N being endlessly pleasured by their bandmates had each of them growing hard and anxious, jeans suddenly too tight. Each took their arousal into their own hands, steadying their breaths as they pumped their lengths in sync with the rhythm echoing in the room.

“Couldn’t have imagined such a sight,” Jooheon murmured lowly, his hand working his length as his gaze was fixed on the writhing figure of Y/N, sandwiched between the three men. “Fuck, you three are so lucky. We’ve all been wanting to take a turn at you, Y/N, but it seems like you’re already in good hands.”

“I agree with that.” Changkyun hummed in response, similar thoughts running rampant in his mind. His eyes danced across the spectacle, each sight more sinful, more erotic than the last. His hand slid over his arousal, a low groan slipping past his lips as he watched the trio and Y/N lose themselves to pleasure.

Both Hoseok and Hyunwoo seemed to be unaffected by their commentary, choosing to focus solely on the live show before them. Hyunwoo’s hand moved over himself, a quiet grunt echoing in his throat, his mind imagining it was his hands, his mouth, causing the tantalizing moans and cries to slip past Y/N’s lips. Beside him, Hoseok groaned at the sight, his lip caught between his teeth.

Amid the orchestra of moans and hip thrusts, the newcomers’ hushed whispers and the rhythmic slick sounds of their self-pleasure added another layer of carnality, making the atmosphere thick with unchecked desire. As the room echoed with the sounds of pleasure and need, the tension heightened, leaving everyone on the brink, waiting for the climax of this sinfully delightful scenario.

“God, Y/N,” Hoseok managed, his voice laced with raw desire as he watched her sandwiched between the three men, “you’ve never looked so gorgeous. Can’t wait to paint that gorgeous face.”

Hyunwoo merely hummed in agreement, his focused gaze on Y/N, his hand moving faster over his hard length, shifting in his seat as he attempted to deal with the pooling desire in his lower abdomen. His restraint barely hanging by a thread, amplified by the sight of Y/N writhing in irrevocable pleasure under their joint gaze.

Their added voices, heated gazes, and unrestrained yearning doubled the layer of carnality, the atmosphere thick with unchecked desire. From the rhythmic thrusting against Y/N to the shared collective pleasure among them, the heightened tension appeared to be reaching its apex, everyone teetering on the brink, waiting for the climax of this sinfully delightful scenario.

Succumbing to the intense buildup, Hyungwon, Minhyuk, and Kihyun simultaneously reached their peak. Each man removed himself just enough to release inside her, their combined climax filling Y/N to the brink.

Kihyun, in his last throes of pleasure, came in her mouth with a long groan. He held her head steady, encouraging her to take and swallow every drop of him.

Stepping forth, they each aimed toward Y/N’s face. Their releases splattered across her lips, cheeks, and exposed neck, completing the salacious imagery of their joint desire. Shuddering breaths echoed throughout the room amongst muttered praises and shared satisfied grins. The scene before them served as the climactic finale to their unanimously enjoyed, sinfully tantalizing event.

“Fuck.” Hyungwon’s voice came out as a gravelly groan, the primal sound resonating through the room. Both his and Minhyuks eyes bore into the lewd spectacle before them, Y/N’s trembling body, their cum leaking from her and streaking her thighs. His lips pulled into a self-satisfied grin, the white droplets a stark contrast to her flushed skin painted an explicit portrait of their shared pleasure.

“She took it like a champ,” Changkyun voiced from beside him, arching a brow, his own climax held in check as he watched the scene with a determined gaze.

Hoseok’s chuckling response was muffled as his attention was solely focused on marking her skin with his climax. The sight of her drenched and filled with their desire fueled him towards his own explosive finale. And with a grunt of completion, he emptied himself over her form, the sight of his release pooling in the hollow of her collarbone a gratifying sight.

They savored the aftermath, the residual tremors of their climaxes still echoing in the room. This would be a memory to revisit, a testament to their shared desire, a sinfully delightful scenario etched indelibly into their minds.

“We need to do that again. Next time, we should all fuck her.” Jooheon’s words hung heavy in the room, his gaze avidly fixed on the shiny trails of his climax sluicing down her face. His quirked lips and the gleam in his eyes revealed the extent of his satiation and unspoken promise of future escapades.

“Absolutely,” Changkyun voiced his agreement from the side, eyes hooded and voice laced with seductive gravel that hinted at a hunger yet to be fully satiated. His hands already wandering with suggestive intent, confirming his eagerness to plan the next round with Y/N. “Next time should be now, though. I’m just suggesting. It’s not fair they have all the fun...”

That was the cue they all needed, their corresponding murmurs of agreement echoing in the room, punctuated by shared grins and lingering glances cast toward Y/N. Promises and illicit whispers about future pleasurable promises hung in the air, awaiting a complete promise. 

Despite the exposed desire on display, they were all bound by the shared sensation and undeniable chemistry, fueled further by their shared need. As they pored over the shared memories of this lustful wonder, the thrilling prospects of the next event began to mark another chapter of their intoxicating shared desire.

“Can’t I rest?” Y/N’s words whispered through ragged breaths, struck a chord of amusement amongst them. At her question, a scatter of chuckles colored the heavy silence, their carnal satisfaction mirrored in the full smiles curving their lips.

“Rest is for the weak,” Hyunwoo distinctly teased, his hearty laughter bouncing off the room’s walls in sharp contrast to the lewd canvas they’d just painted.

“You forget, Y/N — we’re just getting started,” Minhyuk added with a suggestive wink in her direction, driving the point home. A mischievous grin stretched on his face, and his words steered towards the pleasure-filled adventures they had yet to step foot on. “You’re in for a long night. They don’t even know the stunt you pulled yet.”

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love is: a compass

you’ve witnessed firsthand how one’s love can manifest into multiple — sometimes contrasting — things, yet you still didn’t expect kihyun’s love to be just like yours.

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chapter sixteen: the storm of the night before

You had never slept alone in your room ever since you gave birth. Partly because you weren’t well off enough to give Kian her own room just yet, but mostly because it puts you at ease hearing your daughter breathe as she slept.

Even when you two started living in the MX house, you still shared a room — although that was a product of another reason. Yes, the mansion has more than enough rooms to choose from, but Kian was still getting used to all the changes that happened — something in her old routine had to be kept the same. And it wasn’t like you support the idea of leaving your four-year old alone at night, either — especially in a location that might be swarmed by enemies as you slept. Of course, you knew she had to learn to become independent in that sense soon, but you were in no rush to have her grow up as soon as possible.

Thus, in the night before your wedding, when your cousin Seungcheol took Kian for the night to make the preparations the following morning easier, you felt uneasy sleeping by yourself.

Kian was picked up by her SVT uncles a few hours after lunch. As such, you didn’t even have the toddler to tire you out enough. You didn’t have work, either, since your vacation leave had already started. You had already cleaned and rearranged anything that you could, but you were still unfortunately wide awake. Watching anything to pass time was proven to be futile as well, since all the presented recommendations catered to your daughter and consequently just made you miss her even more.

You were told to sleep early, to prevent bags under your eyes. Unfortunately, even if you were trying your best to do exactly that, the silence in your room was deafening — suffocating you, too, almost. Even when you tried to put on some white noise to drown it out, sleep still couldn’t claim you.

Sadly, you couldn’t just grab a drink to help you knockout, either. After all, as much as sleeping early was important, waking up without a hangover was even more preferable.

"Ryuki?" You never imagined that you would’ve to resort to this. Your relationship with Ryuki had gotten even colder in the past weeks, right after your outing with I.M and Player. You weren’t sure why so — and you felt like you were in no position to ask, so you just let it be.

Unfortunately for him, he was the closest thing you had in your daughter’s absence.

"Can I help you?" Ryuki soon cracked his door open, just creating a small enough gap to peek at whoever dared to knock.

You hesitated for a moment as a bit of your sanity came back. Still, you couldn’t stop words from escaping your lips. "I miss Kian."

There was silence first, then— "And? Do you want to make another one?"

Had you been drinking anything, you would’ve surely spat it out. You knew providing an heir was in the contract between MX and SVT, but you hadn’t really talked to Ryuki long enough to ask if Kian already counted. And even if you now had the time to talk, you weren’t really in the mood to venture in that topic.

You snapped your mouth close, after involuntarily opening it due to shock. You immediately turned to leave, "I should’ve just went to Hyungwon."

Yet, before you could take another step, a hand encircled your wrist. "What did you really come here for?"

"I already told you . . . I miss my daughter."

"Our daughter," Ryuki corrected as he let go of your wrist. You then heard him let out a deep breath before he spoke up again, "Just go to sleep, we’ll see her tomorrow."

"I can’t—" You stopped suddenly, as if you thought better about your next words. "I’ve tried and I’m not so sure I can sleep without her."

Something shifted in the air suddenly, although you were unsure why it did. All you did know was it couldn’t be for of a good reason — especially since the temperature felt like it dropped a few degrees.

"It’s not easy sleeping alone when you’ve been so used to having someone next to you, isn’t it?" It wasn’t a question — nor was it still about your present dilemma. It was, for its complications, a long overdue topic — one that bloomed long before Kian was even born.

You sighed, this is going to be a long night.

Slowly, without another word, you turned back towards his direction and sat down in front of his door. Your back was pressed on the oak, your legs crossed and tucked under you. You looked up to meet his questioning eyes, your expression neutral.

"I’m sorry, Yoo Kihyun." You forced yourself to not break the eye contact as you finally referred to him by his civilian name. You needed him to see your sincerity and feel it resonate as much as possible, even if your apologies would only turn out to be futile later. "There are a lot of things I’m sorry for, but there is nothing I regret."

You heard him let out a dry chuckle. "Do you really hate me that much? Did— did I make your life that miserable? To the point that you don’t even feel an ounce of regret for leaving me?"

You hardened the expression you wore. "Don’t put words into my mouth. I never—"

"—But that’s what you meant, isn’t it?" Kihyun cut you off before you could even finish. "You even came up with a scheme—"

"—That’s not—"

"—To leave, involving the leaders of SVT and Hyungwon! How is it that you had no problem telling them the truth, but you didn’t tell me? I was—"

"—I couldn’t—"

Albeit you both initially tried to control your volume, your voices just kept on raising an octave with each argument — as both of you tried to be heard over the other. Thankfully, the whole floor wing was designated for Kihyun, so no one else was around to hear your screaming match.

Unspoken as it was, you were both glad that your daughter wasn’t round to overhear. Whether it was a blessing that Kian was over at Seungcheol’s in the first place was debatable, though. After all, was it really a good idea to address the elephant in the room the night before the wedding — when talking it out wouldn’t guarantee resolution?

By how everything was going, it wouldn’t be too surprising if addressing the past only created a greater divide between you and Kihyun.

It was a miracle one of you eventually managed to collect your mind and calm down. However, for what it was worth, it wasn’t at all surprising that it was you who did.

"Can you just listen to me?" You dropped your voice back down after you realized how ridiculous you two were being by trying to out-scream each other. "Just for a second, just listen. Please."

Your plead seemed to have shocked him, if you were going by the indication given by his suddenly wide eyes. However, just before you could conclude that he finally gave in, he spoke once more. "No.

"No," Kihyun’s voice held an unyielding finality in them, "because the last time I listened to you, you took Kian away from me."

chapter seventeen: the calmness after the storm

Despite Kihyun’s blatant refusal to hear you explain yourself, you still ended up doing so, anyway. Although, admittedly, that feat wasn’t achievable without a compromise.

You recognized you had left him with years worth of hatred and a multitude of unanswered questions, so you didn’t do anything that might potentially invalidate his feelings. Instead, you chose to let him have the microphone until he ran out of things to say — or until he ran out of energy to continue.

Then, once the hoarseness made it impossible to say anything else, you did your best to answer all his questions in order.

You never hated him. No matter how hateful and cruel your actions to him were, you had nothing but love for him.

You were in no way, shape, nor form miserable during your life together. In fact, you were extremely thankful that he went out of his way to separate and protect you from the dark side of MX. Not to mention he allowed you to continue living your civilian life as it was, without restrictions.

He was the main source of your happiness, the sole owner of your heart. At least back then.

Still, despite all of those, you didn’t feel an ounce of regret for ruining what you had then. Because, as you told him before you left, as much as you loved him, you just didn’t love him enough — enough to jeopardize Kian’s chance at a normal and safe life, that was.

"I can protect her. Both of you." Kihyun had long lost his energy to stand, so he had been sitting on the floor early into your spiel. You couldn’t see him clearly since it was quite dark in his room, but you could tell he was leaning against the wall — seating close to his bedroom door and to you, but facing the opposite way. "You didn’t have to leave."

You knew he was going to say that. You also knew he meant it with all his heart. You trust him to do nothing less, which admittedly part of the reason why you strengthened your resolve to leave. You liked how unrestricted you were, with just a tracker locating where you were. With the existence of a child, however, you knew you were bound to lose that freedom and instead be under constant surveillance — especially after what happened to Hayeon. Despite being well aware of his good intentions, you also knew you would end up hating him because of it.

You didn’t want to hate him. And you most certainly didn’t want him to face a situation where he would’ve had to choose between you and Kian or MX — nor, even worse, you or Kian.

"I couldn’t think of any other way that would give our child a chance at a normal life and also eliminate the possibility of you having to choose, so I made the call," you explained further. As brave as you were earlier, you no longer found the strength to look at him as you revealed everything. "I could never bear the thought of hating you; but I figured I could probably live with knowing you hated me, so I— I made you hate me. I made sure you blamed me for every reason why our relationship went down to flames."

"If you wanted to leave, you could’ve just said so," you heard him say. "You didn’t have to do all of that."

"Without the dramatics, would have you really let me go?" You challenged. "Without offering to fix whatever it was that made me want to leave? Without assigning people to trail me and keep me safe? Without checking in on me whenever you thought of me?" You paused to hear his response, but the silence only stretched the more you waited. Albeit he didn’t say anything, the loud silence that followed your prompt was enough. "I didn’t think so, either."

Everything you did back then was necessary. Most of them broke your own heart, but you had to soldier on — especially since your mission’s success guaranteed your removal from Kihyun’s radar. Without such thing monitoring you behind your back, you weren’t burdened with the possibility of him ever finding out. That way, you felt more at ease about raising Kian away from him.

SVT was involved because you needed someone who had similar capabilities as MX. You needed someone who could help you cover your tracks — not just from MX, but also from anyone who might use you against either MX or SVT. You didn’t plan on involving anyone from MX in your escape, partly because it was too risky to do so, but mostly because you didn’t want any of them to break his trust. After all, as much as you didn’t agree that MX’s business was safe enough for Kian’s wellbeing, you value the brotherhood that formed because of it — and, thus, would rather not be the cause of a rift.

Silence followed after you finished answering his questions and follow-ups. However, just before Kihyun could comprehend that you were actually done and not merely taking a pause, you uttered something under your breath. "I needed you to hate me, so you can forget about me; so you can move on.

"I had hoped that you’d find someone else, in my absence. Someone more deserving of your affection. Someone who would love you without reservations, like I did. But, alas." A timid smile suddenly graced your features. Rather than happiness, though, it was an act paired with a tint of sadness in your eyes. You turned towards him, "I’m sorry fate has bound us, Yoo Kihyun."

chapter eighteen: the quietness after the storm

The Yoo Kihyun you knew as his significant other was different from the Yoo Kihyun you had to come back to. He was colder. Meaner. Harder to read.

Not that you were counting his personality change against him. After all, you — of all people — knew what prompted him to be more closed off. Plus, it wasn’t like you two were still comfortable enough with each other to treat one another the same way as before.

Sure, between snide remarks and verbal quarrels, you two were still courteous to one another. Sometimes, the actions were from conscious decisions. Most of the time, though, they were out of instinct — a habit even the passage of time couldn’t erase.

Truthfully, you never really cared if his courtesy was consciously or unconsciously made — just like he does whenever you do the same.

However, for his newest display of courtesy, you somehow found yourself wondering which root it was from. "W— what?"

"Come to bed," Kihyun, without any specifications to guide him, took your reply differently. "Don’t make me repeat it again."

"Why—?"

"Don’t read too much into it," he dismissed your inquiry before you could even finish. "I just need to make sure you don’t run."

You didn’t buy his excuse. Unfortunately, even if you tired yourself hoarse from giving Kihyun his long-overdue closure, you still didn’t think you could sleep alone. Which, ultimately, left you with no other choice.

When morning came, the distance you put before you closed your eyes appeared to have melted with the moon.

Kihyun’s arm, which was nowhere near you when you slept, somehow found its way to wrap around you. Sometime between the transition from night to day, you had somehow gravitated toward him — if he didn’t unconsciously pull you closer in his sleep, that was.

Perhaps it was part of the whole ‘preventing you from running’ ruse. Or perhaps it was just another one of your unerased habit from long ago. Either way, whatever the case might be, his sleeping figure was unarguably the very first thing you saw when you fluttered your eyes open.

There were a number of years when you thought waking up next to him was the only way to properly start your day. When you agreed to be his betrothed for your second gamble, you ultimately decided that continuing to put your life at risk by staying by his side was worth it if it meant you got to start your days with him; if it meant you always had him to give you strength for any awaiting obstacles. You used to believe, albeit quite naively, that everything would be alright, as long as you had him.

And, really, it was . . . until it wasn’t.

You flinched away and attempted to create more distance, immediately realizing that Kihyun probably wouldn’t appreciate your proximity once he regained consciousness. However, much to your surprise, his arm instantly tugged you back — almost on instinct. Perhaps, you could easily blame the sleepiness in your system, but you could swear his hold on you tightened.

You had somewhat mastered escaping a hold, without waking up the person that was holding onto you, thanks to both Kihyun and Kian over the years. However, it wasn’t always effective — especially if the latter was in a sensitive state of sleep.

Considering how Kihyun reacted when you flinched, you could only assume he was partially aware of his surroundings. Thus, if you move one more time, you would definitely wake him up. And as much as you didn’t want to disturb his sleep, you needed him to let you get ready.

After all, neither of you could be late for your own wedding.

Rather than having him wake up abruptly, you chose to ease him into it — just like you used to do back then. "Kihyun," you called softly with your voice hoarse with sleep.

You took a moment to admire him when your first tactic didn’t seem to work, no matter how much you called him. With his eyes closed and sleep cradling him, there was nothing intimidating about him. He was just Kihyun, the man you used to wake up next to, the man you gambled your life for. And, somehow, seeing him in this state reminded you of what it was — and what it could’ve been.

Unconsciously, your hand found its way to his face. Fortunately, before it can make any contact with his cheek, you were able to freeze it mid-air.

Waking Kihyun up by touching his face was a second resort tactic by the old you, the you that loved him with everything that you were. Not the you that left him alone. And certainly not the you that lied and took his child away.

After what you did, you were well-aware that you no longer deserve a lot of things. But, as it seemed, the universe was conspiring to prove you otherwise.

The instant Kihyun’s eyelids fluttered, you retracted your arm back to you. You had half a mind to turn away so he wouldn’t catch you staring, but you already made eye contact with him before you could even shift.

You didn’t know what you expected to happen then, all you knew was you never would’ve guessed the very first thing he uttered after waking up.

"Can you learn to love me again?"

chapter nineteen: the rainbow of the morning after

Your wedding was a small, private affair. That was, if you consider having the entirety of MX and SVT in attendance a short guest list — not to mention the core members of their respective allies.

Considering that your wedding wasn’t really a civilian affair, there were only a handful of civilians present. Even then, all guests — except your daughter — were aware of the true nature of the event. In some form or another, everyone present had ties — personal or otherwise — with a mafia gang.

Although it was undoubtedly your wedding with Kihyun, at its core, it was a mere way for MX and SVT to seal off their alliance. Given that you were only an unofficial member of SVT, you weren’t really consulted with any wedding matters. As such, Kihyun was probably the only one they let privy to its details — and considering how well you two got along, it was no surprise that no information was ever passed on to you.

Really, the only reason you knew the wedding was still happening was due to the days Nari and Hayeon dragged you to get fitted for your wedding attire — once to get your measurements taken and the other to make any necessary adjustments. Absurd as it was, Nari and Hayeon were required by their significant others — Minhyuk and Changkyun, respectively — to not let you see your attire, so even that was still out of your reach.

You absolutely had no idea why you were forbidden to see the only preview you had for your big day. Thankfully, with all the deadlines and other obligations you had, you didn’t really had the time to dwell on it.

When the scheduled day finally arrived, you then immediately understood why MX went through such lengths to keep you from seeing your outfit beforehand.

Your attire was the exact replica of your sketch from five years ago, down to the smallest detail. Albeit you weren’t a fashion designer by any means, you tried your best to sketch your dream wedding attire using your skills as a professional architect. During the eight months of your first engagement, you were also able to sketch Kihyun’s outfit as well, with details added according to his own suggestions and preferences. Furthermore, albeit it wasn’t finalized and mostly just a cloud of brainstormed ideas on paper, you were also able to get started on sketching how you imagined the venue to look like. Of course, just like you did for his suit, you also incorporated Kihyun’s opinions into them. After all, it was supposed to be your wedding.

All your wedding-related sketches were inside a single sketchbook, one you purposely didn’t mix with any other artwork. If you remembered correctly, it also served as a journal to you back then; it also housing a specific portion of your thoughts — starting from the night Kihyun proposed and ending with the day you completed your third gamble. You were fairly certain you were able to take it with you when you left your shared apartment, but misplaced it sometime before you left the country, so you weren’t entirely sure how SVT and/or MX could’ve extracted ideas from it.

One thing was for sure, though: that sketchbook was definitely used during the planning of the wedding.

"Are you ready?" Seungcheol was the one set to walk you down the aisle. According to him, since SVT was the one who extended the olive branch to MX, his party had to be the one walking down to symbolize that. However, in Jihoon’s account of events, you were the one chosen to walk down the aisle simply because Seungcheol lost to Hyunwoo in rock paper scissors.

As such, you were unable to watch Kian walk down as the designated flower girl. Thankfully, Nari and Hayeon — as well as Soonyoung and Mingyu — were more than ecstatic to record that moment for you.

"Ready." As if merely waiting for your confirmation, the double doors opened from the inside — to reveal the path you must walk on with Seungcheol.

Truth be told, you had been contemplating what you were supposed to feel on your wedding day since the people contracted to fix you up started doing their job. Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that you’d be indifferent — after all, your upcoming marriage was contractual. Yes, the person at the end of the aisle was the same as the one in your dreams, but the circumstances were no longer as they were back then.

There was no longer love involved, unlike when you used to dream of the day.

However, when you finally saw how venue was decorated — how the one in charge for the decorations incorporated your ideas from five years ago, despite your lack of direct involvement — you realized otherwise.

After all this time, there was still love — even if it was no longer how it used to be.

"He still loves you, you know," you heard your cousin whisper as you two continued your slow walk down the aisle.

"Wha— what?" You answered in surprise, slightly convinced that he could read your thoughts.

"Kihyun still loves you," Seungcheol repeated. "He never said it out loud, at least not when SVT’s around, but I can tell."

You inevitably made eye contact with Kihyun at the end of the aisle, precisely at the moment you suddenly felt overwhelmed. Although your cousin didn’t say it directly, based on how you noticed him glancing around the venue at the corner of your eye, you connected that he was most likely referring to the wedding itself — somehow implying that Kihyun played a greater role in the preparation than you initially thought. More specifically, it seemed like Seungcheol was implying that Kihyun took charge of the decorations — which hereby also imply that he was the one who deliberately incorporated your ideas into the wedding.

Despite the coldness of your relationship — or lack there of — ever since you crossed paths once more, Kihyun still cared enough about you to make your dream wedding from five years ago a reality. He had no reason to do that, especially since the wedding was merely for an alliance’s sake and he clearly loathed you for the decisions you had made in the past, but he still thought of you as he planned out everything.

Sure, it would be valid to argue that it was merely another display of consideration from his part — or even as a manifestation of an unerased habit from long ago. However, somehow, you knew it was more than just a habit. It was a conscious decision: an act deliberately made — not out of respect, but out of something else entirely.

"Yeah," you replied slowly as memories upon memories of his unerased mannerisms came flashing back. You began to wonder just how frequent his conscious kindness towards you actually showed itself, but you were just too oblivious to take notice of its true nature. "I can tell, too."

You sent a smile on Kihyun’s way, as a silent assurance since you could sense that he was getting worried about your probably-glossed eyes. "You two are the same."

Fortunately for Seungcheol, you had finally reached the end before you could even think about questioning his observation. "What were you guys talking about?" Unfortunately for your cousin, though, it also meant that Kihyun heard his last remark.

"Sea will tell you later, I’m sure." He replied dismissively and cryptically all at once. "For now . . . take care of my cousin for me."

Seungcheol passed your hand to Kihyun, completing his role as the person who extended the olive branch.

With the distance between the two of you now being a mere two steps, you were able to see into his eyes. And, somehow, even if you had looked him right in the eye before, you were barely noticing what his gaze held whenever he looked at you.

Past whatever emotions he was currently feeling, buried beneath time and the clouds, was love. Albeit it wasn’t as it was, with all the scars it picked up along the way, it still exist — more prominent now than it probably would’ve been, especially with the disappearance of the mist obscuring it from view.

You weren’t quite sure how his love survived underneath all hatred and loathing you implanted within its roots, but it did. Somehow.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself gamble once more.

Can you learn to love me again?

"I can’t love you again," you whispered, only intending for him to hear, "because I never stopped in the first place."

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[bebefilms]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀┊͙ 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖. 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐊𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

✧ 537 words ✧ smut ( 18+ ) ✧ his bandmates are searching for him, not knowing that he’s still in the dressing room fucking his girlfriend. ✦ this was day one of kinktober that i did on my old account that i accidentally deleted. 🥲 if any of my old works are mentioned, i’ll try to repost them.

Another night of performances conclude.

Kihyun clutches the microphone attached to the mic stand and peers out into the crowd with a fond smile, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair that has now fallen out of its gelled style. He tugs at his shirt that’s sticking to his skin, then removes his electric guitar.

“Thank you, everybody!,” he bellows into the mic once more, and generates another wave of cheers from the crowd. “Let’s meet again soon, yeah?”

His bandmates have to physically drag him off the stage, or they’ll be standing there the entire night bidding goodbyes to their fans. They deal with this after every concert so they’re used to it. If anything, Kihyun’s undying love for their fans is a notable trait that news articles love to mention when they’re highlighting their tours and overseas performances. With it being brought up so much, the media dubs him as the nation’s ‘Prince Charming’, which is comical because Prince Charming doesn’t usually dress up in leather and belt out the highest notes into the mic.

And Prince Charming certainly doesn’t rail his girlfriend in his dressing room.

He couldn’t help it. He was filled with elation from completing another show, filled with adrenaline from hearing them cheer his band’s name. As soon as he met her eyes, he just knew the door had to be shut and locked. All he could think about was having her in his arms–preferably under him. A crowd of fans screaming his name evokes a sense of joy and pride, showing him that all his hard work was worth it in the end. His girlfriend screaming his name evokes an entirely different emotion: one that would make him snap and fuck her harder.

 “Kihyun!,” she pants, fixing a vice grip on the edge of the vanity table as he pounds her from behind.

“Don’t close your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

He pauses to cup her chin and crane her head up. Her half-lidded eyes flutter open, her swollen lips parting to catch her breath as she peeks at her reflection in the mirror. “Look at how pretty you are.”

He drags his cock nearly the whole way out and pistons back in, forcing a moan out of her. “My pretty baby.”

He resumes his pace. His grip on her chin remains to ensure that she keeps an eye on herself as he’s fucking her. Never mind his phone, that’s been sitting on the couch neglected, blowing up with texts, presumably from his bandmates asking where he is.

“Babe,” she whines. “Your phone.”

She cries out when his hips work quicker, the room echoing with obscene skin slapping and the faint squelches of her weeping cunt being rammed by his cock. When she mentions his phone, he only fucks her harder to shut her up. It’s delightful to hear her words fade into incoherent whimpers, to see her crumble as she nears her brink. 

It’s even more delightful to witness it all in front of a well-lit vanity mirror where he can etch her pleasured face into his polluted mind.

His bandmates will kill him for disappearing without a trace, but he will cross that bridge when he gets there.

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[heisthetypeof]

─•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•─The digital clock standing across the room was the only source of light in the bedroom. The silence was interrupted once in a while by the squeaky sound of the bed frame when Kihyun was changing his position. It was around 1 AM when you sneaked out of the bed. It was not easy to free yourself from Kihyun's arms. You pulled on the fuzzy socks you received from him along with the silky-smooth set of pajamas.

"Something pretty, for me to enjoy and something thoughtful to keep you warm and healthy." He said with a smirk, sitting comfortably on the couch while you were sitting next to him on the carpet. The Christmas tree in the corner.

You smiled softly at the memory. Ever since then, with each gift you received from him, there was a pair of fuzzy socks. You looked over your shoulder at your sleeping boyfriend before you got up. Slowly, so you would not wake him up. He did not even have the strength to take a shower, just went straight to bed.

It was a rough day for him. Photoshoots, dance classes, hours spent in the studio; recording. Waking him up was the last thing you wanted to do, even though you felt pretty lonely and needed someone to talk to.

You padded towards the kitchen, leaving the door to your bedroom slightly open. You picked up Kihyun's hoodie that he left in the kitchen and put it over the thin top of your pj's. It smelt more like him than his cologne and you were thankful for it.

You put the kettle on and took your favorite mug out of the cabinet along with your favorite tea that helped your mind slow down. Lately, you were under a lot of pressure and even though Kihyun was always there for you, supporting you like the perfect boyfriend he is, you could not bring yourself to burden him. Especially now, before their comeback.

You opened your diary and started writing as you were waiting for the water to boil. You draw small hearts and dozens of smiley faces. The diary brought back good memories of how you met, but the pleasant feeling of reminiscing did not last long.

A few days ago you saw this TikTok edit with the boys and babies. The way Kihyun reacted to the baby's voice, broke your heart. It was too soon to think about starting a family, but was your relationship serious enough to tell him?

Your mind was clouded with all the possible reactions you could get from him. You did not realize that you were drawing a little family until the kettle started whistling. You jumped off the chair to turn the stove off, so the boiling water would not wake up Kihyun. You took the mug with you to the living room. The plan was to watch a few episodes of your favorite TV series in hope that your brain will get tired and hopefully muster the courage to confess to Kihyun about the tubal ligation.

──•❥◆❥•──

You woke up to the gentle touch on your cheek. The screen of the TV was turned on but it was still dark enough for you to jump away from the person who was crouching in front of you. The nightmare was vivid in your mind.

"Sh… Sh… it's just me, snowflake." Kihyun whispered, getting up when you no longer were trying to scoot away from him. "Why are you sleeping on the couch?" He quizzed, taking the spot next to you. Kihyun grabbed a few pillows and a blanket as he got comfortable.

"I could not sleep, so I made myself a cup of tea and turned on the TV here so I wouldn't wake you up." You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes to get rid of the drowsiness and laid back down, hugging yourself with the blanket that he covered your bare legs with.

"Why are you up?"

"I turned around in the bed and you were not there." He answered, following your suits and resting his head against your thighs. It did not take long for him to start snoring again. You reach down your body to play with his hair as you resume watching the series.

"Telling you this will be one of the most frightening things for me to do." You said softly as you played with his black, greasy hair. "We met under odd circumstances. The beginning of our relationship was not easy and we are still learning how to make it work, but I have always believed that communicating is the key." You scoffed at yourself because here you are talking to your unconscious boyfriend instead of facing the problem while he is not asleep. "I believe that I should have told you this at the very beginning." Your voice began to break. "I can not have kids…" You muttered, squeezing your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. " …and it is not because I was born infertile. It was my decision." You have bitten your tongue.

Now, you only have to say the same thing again when he is awake. You took a moment to admire his face, how at peace he looked. His lips slightly parted, looking so soft and lonely. You felt a bit more courageous so you lent forward, banding in an awkward way to press a kiss against his forehead. "I love you."

The silence was comforting, especially when his arms were wrapped tightly around your thigh. Once again you were left alone with your thoughts, but not for too long.

"I know." Kihyun rubbed his cheek against your thigh as he played with the drawstring of your fuzzy sock.

"I want you, blossom. All of you." His voice is low and husky, startling you. Kihyun's arm tightens its grip around your thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin. "I am confident that you just need more time to grow into that role, with the way you are looking at kids." His eyes remained closed as he drew small hearts against your knee. "You see. I have done a little research about the whole tubal ligation. One out of two hundred women can get pregnant. We can always adopt or not. I see how you are looking at kids and how gentle you are with them. I want that. I want to witness it happening here in our house but if that's not something you do not want we can always get a puppy. They are as clumsy and cute as kids." He chuckled and tilted his head back to look at you.

His look was gentle, filled with love, something you were not expecting to see, as well as you were not prepared to have this conversation right away.

"But you want to have kids. I don't want to take it away from you."

"Blossom, I don't want it to take you away from me. We have never talked about it and it is not like we had the chance to experience what it is like." Kihyun rolled onto his front and crawled up the couch to hover above you. "I am in love with you."

─•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•──•❥◆❥•─

Changkyun

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[imaginekpopidols]

[3:43 am] Kihyun finally came back home after filming the Voyager music video. you were playing on your phone while resting in your shared bed waiting for his return. and you grin when you see him open the bedroom door, "Welcome back, baby!" he smiles in greeting and crawls into bed, and you look towards him, and he tells you, "I did something different; would you like to see?" you nod, and he unbuttons his shirt a bit, and you visibly blush. while it's not the first time you've seen him undressed. it's the first time you're seeing him like this with fake tattoos littering his chest, and you gasp, "They're so pretty" he blushes, "You think so?" you nod immediately and raise your hand to his chest before he nods and you trace your hands over them, feeling the dried paint. it sends shivers through him and that's when a thought comes over you. you place a kiss on his lips, and kiss his cheek, before trailing down his neck and kissing over each of temporary tattoos. he's beet red when you stop to look up at him, and whisper, "I wish they were real, but I guess we should enjoy them while they last. Don't you think?" he nods as his lips curl into a smirk, "I think we should."

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[jae-bummer]

Should've Known Better

Request: Here I am requesting PAIN. 17 with Kihyun~ (First interaction maybe based off when we did the hi-touch?) 💕 so happy for you to be writing here again, bby.

Prompt:

17) Two mini fics in one: The first time you see your bias. The last time you see your bias (guaranteed heart break ahead)

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Monsta X Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Literally all of them (romance/fluff/angst)

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The first time...

You pulled at the light stick strap dangling from your mondoongie, waves of nerves ricocheting through you. You were going to do it. You really secured a hi-touch to interact with Monsta X.

Tugging out your phone for what had to be the dozenth time, you popped open the camera app, and began examining your face. If you were going to get one shot at this, you were going to make it count. Sure, Monsta X were just regular guys with a pretty unique choice in career, but you wanted to impress them. Who wouldn't want to make sure they looked good in front of people they found incredibly attractive?

Watching anxiously as the row before you began to be ushered into the meet and greet space, you stood on your tip toes in an attempt to see what the process was. It looked like the seven boys were placed behind long folding tables. These acted as a barrier between the artists and the fans. Each member had their arm outstretched, ready to high five each fan and get in a kind word when possible. The contact was minimal, but it was enough.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you quickly realized the row in front of you had been completed in the span of a breath. They were moving the fans so quickly, but it was unfortunately understandable. The staff and group had to be so tired after putting on such an amazing show. It was better to meet them briefly than not at all.

Before you could actually internalize what was happening, your feet were moving in a forward motion. Somehow you felt freezing and on fire at the same time. All you had to do was make sure you didn't embarrass yourself. The bar was really that low.

Approaching the tables, your eyes locked on the first member you would be interacting with, Jooheon. His confidence and swag had immediately attracted you and you muttered a quick prayer before lifting your hand. While you hoped to encapsulate every memory you made, you simultaneously hoped this would be over as quickly as possible. The turmoil of being a fan.

"Hello!" Jooheon sang as you place your fingers around his.

"Hi," you whispered back breathlessly. Just like that, you were moved on to the next member. Why hadn't you thought to say something special? Why were you just dizzily whispering a greeting in everyone's direction?

After Jooheon came Wonho and Minhyuk. It was such a blur that you weren't even entirely sure if you had made eye contact.

Trying to keep your breathing even, you moved on to Shownu and Hyungwon, both so tall they were leaning over the table and toward the fans. You greeted them both in turn before moving along to Kihyun.

You immediately knew this was different.

From being a long time monbebe, you knew Kihyun's archetype. He was a powerful singer, the "mom" of the group, a merciless flirt, and endlessly sassy. That mischievous attitude was bright in his eyes as soon as they slid to yours.

You thought you were prepared, or at least as prepared as you had been with the other members.

"Hello," he chimed, his smile widening as you placed your hand into his.

You echoed the word back to him and went to move forward, but it took a moment to recognize that your hand was still caught. You looked back toward Kihyun, momentarily shocked.

"MOVE THE LINE!" a security guard shouted, but all you could hear was a buzzing in your ears. What was happening?

"You're so pretty," he cooed, that smile turning into a smirk.

Your expression dropped and your mouth formed a small "o" before you realized the need for a response. "Oh, uh, thank you so much!"

Kihyun nodded as the security guard shouted again. Eying him over your shoulder, he finally let go of your fingers.

Blinking repeatedly, trying and failing to get a grasp on the situation, your body guided you to the final and youngest member, Changkyun. After giving him a high five, you were officially finished. You could actually breath again.

You felt suddenly exhilarated as you pushed out of the side doors of the building. That had gone much better than expected.

..

"He said I was pretty," you whispered to yourself as you shuffled off to the direction of the parking area. The realization crashed over you like a wave. It was a good enough feeling when someone you recognized as attractive also found you attractive, but this was next level. It wasn't just some random guy who hit on you in a super market, this was THE Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X.

And sure, were you hyping it up to be more than what it was? Maybe, but you felt good and you wouldn't let anyone take that away from you.

"Excuse me!" a deep voice shouted behind you, knocking you out of your thoughts. You glanced back to notice an intimidatingly large man stomping your way. Turning around and looking in just about every other direction, you were horrified to realize you were all alone.

"Stupid," you muttered as your body went hot, then cold. Your stomach felt hollow as fear now prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

"Yo!" the man called again, this time much closer.

"I'll call the cops!" you squeaked, your hands searching through your bag for anything that could be used as a weapon.

"The cops?" the guy muttered before laughing. He halted his forward motion before calling out to you instead. "We need you to sign some paperwork."

Furrowing your brows, you spun around. Paper work? Since when had you ever filled out a survey at the end of a concert?

"I'm sorry, what?" you asked.

"Paperwork, for the monsters or whatever," he said, pointing back in the direction of where you had just came.

Paperwork for Monsta X? This was getting stranger by the moment. Maybe he was attempting to lure you off until you were really SOL. Or maybe he actually did need you to sign something. Maybe there was some sort of consent form for being filmed during the show if the staff were going to use it in a music video or promotion?

Giving in to your trusting nature, you decided to follow the burly man back into the stadium. You made sure to keep at least three yards behind, and your finger on your phone's emergency call butoon.

Upon entering the building, you were ushered through what seemed like an endless amount of hallways, only stopping when you reached a door marked as "Private."

Worrying your lip, you couldn't ignore the feeling of being so very alone in this situation. You saw no other security guards leading fans in your direction. Matter of fact, everything had grown to a level of deafening quiet.

"Here you go," the security guard hummed, unlocking the door, and motioning for you to go in.

The room was simple enough. Racks of clothes were pushed toward the walls, while a couch sat in the room's center. Before it, a small coffee table had been placed, and atop that, a stack of papers.

"Go ahead and sign those, and wait for someone to come back in," he nodded before shutting the door. You grimaced as you heard the audible click of him locking it.

"Shit," you muttered, trying to reason with the panic. "Shit, shit."

Pacing back and forth for a moment, trying to come up with any type of escape plan, you couldn't help but kick yourself. Why would you follow any strange man anywhere? You should have said something, you should have put up a fight, you should...at least examine the papers he had directed you to.

Rounding the table, you plopped onto the couch, and took the stack into your hands. The last thing you were expecting appeared on the header.

Non Disclosure Agreement.

....

In the end...

"You ready?" a voice you recognized sounded through the door.

Was he talking to you? Surely he wasn't...

Kihyun's head popped into the doorway, a large smile plastered there. "Are you ready?"

You opened your mouth and closed it again, unsure of what exactly you were supposed to be ready for.

Kihyun chuckled to himself as he crossed the room. Looking down at the unsigned NDA, he looked up again in confusion. "You didn't sign the stupid little thingie."

"i'm sorry?" you said softly, narrowing your eyes. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm signing it for?"

All of the worst thoughts crossed through your mind. You realized you didn't really "know" your idols. All you knew was what they allowed you to and how they portrayed themselves on screen. Was Kihyun really a creep? Were Monsta X really a band of illustrious perverts?

Kihyun stepped back, his expression still one of confusion. "So we can go get food?"

"Okay," you murmured, trying to tamper your own confusion. "What?"

Kihyun motioned helplessly to the paperwork between you. "It's a technicality. I saw you, I thought you were pretty, I want to take you to eat. You have to sign your name so you can't go and tell people how good looking and intelligent I was."

"Is that it?" you mused, relief washing over you.

"What can I say?" he grinned. "I have enough good publicity."

....

Kihyun had taken you to a hole in the wall bar, hardly a five minute walk from the venue. After asking how he even knew it existed, he said he had asked the security team where the best place to grab food this late would be.

"No, no, no," he said slowly, wiggling a fry at your face. "What do you meaaan you don't like Imagine Dragons?"

"I didn't say I didn't like them," you huffed. "They just aren't my go to."

"Then what's your go to?" he asked, tossing the fry into his mouth.

You thought for a moment before grinning. "Monsta X."

Kihyun covered his mouth as he let out a startled laugh. "Ha-ha, but no, really."

"Really!" you insisted.

"You don't need to boost my ego, Y/N," he smiled, dipping another fry into ketchup. "I'm fine doing that myself."

"I've become aware," you grinned. "But seriously, you don't have any idea how much your music means to me and other fans around the world. Of course you have some level of understanding, but I wish you could feel how we do in our hearts."

Tilting his head to the side and giving you a close lipped smile, Kihyun assessed you. He reached forward and grasped your hand in his. "That's very sweet of you."

Sweet and pretty - two words you had never expected to come out of an idol's mouth and in your direction. This night felt like a dream, at moments, you were convinced it was. Why would someone like him spend time in a dingy bar getting to know one of his fans? Sure, you were special in your own way, but you didn't think you exuded the level of excitement it took to capture a celebrity's attention.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Depends on if I have an answer," he hummed, his hand still on yours.

"Why me?" you asked, furrowing your brows. You attempted to avoid his gaze as you continued. "Like why pick me specifically, and why did you want to grab dinner? This whole night has been a huge mystery to me. Is this normal?"

"Define normal," he grinned. He began tracing small circles on the back of your hand with his finger. "You have to understand, my life is anything but."

"Well, obviously," you sighed. "But that's not really an answer."

"I don't know, Y/N," he grumbled. Withdrawing his hand, he continued. "I don't know how much you know about me, but my assumption is a fair amount. My job...we don't stay in one place for very long and it can get so lonely. Yeah, we have each other, but even that isn't enough sometimes. Sometimes you just want to talk to someone. Someone who sees you and someone who you can take a brief moment to see in return. It's a slice of our support net and I think that's very important...

And of course you are attractive, which helps."

Tossing your napkin at the table, you let out a laugh. "Why are you like this?"

"Why do I have a feeling you like it?" he grinned.

Probably because you did.

"Let's get headed back," Kihyun sighed. "I've got to get back to schedules tomorrow and you have to...I assume...go to work? Daydream about me?"

"I'm not honoring that with a response," you chuckled. Sliding from the booth, you watched as Kihyun tossed some cash on the table before standing beside you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he tucked you into his side. Suddenly, air seemed a lot more difficult to breath and your lungs were much too small to handle the normal amount of oxygen.

Guiding you out of the bar and down the street, you tried to savor the moment for what it was. It was a relatively quiet walk back to the venue, the night coming to a much quicker close than you had wanted. No questions crossed your mind to spark conversation, only the feel of Kihyun's hand wrapped around your waist dominated your thoughts.

"Well, I have to say, that was a lot of fun," Kihyun sighed, stopping short of the back door you had originally left from. "You were truly a great date."

"Thanks," you smiled, looking down at your feet. If you looked at him, you were scared you would cry, or laugh, or maybe a mixture of both. No one would believe you even if you were allowed to talk about tonight. Let alone, that the chemistry between the two of you had been pulsing since you first set eyes on each other.

"Hey," he whispered, sliding his fingers around your chin and tilting it upwards. His eyes searched yours as you felt lost in his. He was so close, so painfully close.

But it would be delusional if he...if he...

"Hey," you breathed.

With his free hand, Kihyun reached up, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. Moving the hand that was on your chin, he chose to trace the line of your jaw all the way back until he was holding the back of your neck.

"I guess..." he said quietly, likely afraid to shatter the fragile moment between the two of you. "What would a good date be without a good night kiss?"

His face hovered before yours for a moment, his eyes searching and unsure.

You gave a very slow, small nod which was all of the approval he needed.

You could instantly tell Kihyun was touch starved. As soon as his lips met yours, you could almost feel his sigh of relief, the tension falling from his shoulders. Wrapping his free hand around your waist, he tugged you closer while simultaneously tilting your head back with the other hand. Deepening the kiss, he let out a small groan as his tongue slipped in between your lips. He tasted like mint and something you suspiciously wondered was ketchup. It wasn't unpleasant at all.

Pulling away for a moment, Kihyun looked at you again. "Y/N...we probably shouldn't..."

"Probably not," you agreed quietly.

Taking the edge of his bottom lip between his teeth, he stared at you in contemplation before leaning forward again. Placing another soft kiss to your lips, this time the sigh was audible. He instantly stepped back, dropping his hands from your body.

The feeling of loss was immediate.

"No," he said confidently. "That...that was wrong. I'm sorry, I took advantage...and, and you trusted me. Shit."

"This is wrong," you repeated numbly. Now you really were considering crying.

"I can't see you again," he said quietly, avoiding your attention. Suddenly something very interesting had apparently popped up beside his shoe.

"I get it," you said quickly. "Maybe we could exchange information?" You knew you were a fool for suggesting it, but tonight was special and you were convinced you weren't the only one who thought that.

"No," Kihyun said, this time looking up. "You're a fan...this...this isn't how this works."

His words felt like a slap to your face. "I wasn't just a fan not even five minutes ago, Kihyun."

"I didn't mean it like that," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know what I mean. You look up to me in a way, and I breached that trust."

"But you didn't," you croaked. You had wanted him to kiss you. Not as an idol, but a boy who had just taken you to dinner. You knew how irrational this all was.

He looked up again and gave a tight nod.

"I see now," you said quietly. "How lonely it is. Creating human connection and then severing it all in one night. You must be exhausted."

"This wasn't normal," he insisted. "I don't...I don't just go around making out with every fan I meet!"

"Well, I would hope not."

"Y/N," he sighed. "Can we just...part ways here? I hope you still support us as kindly as you have and look back on this night fondly."

You nodded slowly, sucking at the inside of your cheek. "Sure I will...but will you?"

He looked at you with a stony expression before turning on his heel and heading back into the stadium.

You shook your head before doing the same in the direction of the parking garage.

You should have known better.

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[cosmichoneyedblossoms]

Finding You

“Do I scare you?” Kihyun whispered, gazing into your strikingly blue eyes, letting his calloused hands run over your bare body that straddled him. You were lost in the grazing of fingers over your thighs, ghosting over your fleshy inner thighs before making their way up to your hips, “Y/N, how much more intimidating must I be to keep you from running away from me?” His hand gripped your chin and pulled your lips close to his, their softness teasing you.

“Why would I run away from you…?” You breathed, trying to capture his kiss. Gripping your hip with his free hand, he thrusted his hips into you, conjuring a blissful gasp from your lips.

Because you always do. You always run and hide under that name—Jihyun. No matter what, whether it leads to torment or euphoria, you’ll always be mine, Y/N…

You were as beautiful as a lily. Hair as white as the petals and eyes shimmering like the dew clinging to the leaves sprouting from the stem, but you were born into a swamp and hidden in its grasp until someone plucked you from its sludge.

Your name was taken from you along with the reigns to your life, and you were forced to live in Hyungwon’s shadow. The essence of your fabricated existence was about to be destroyed—in this new world that was so alluring, mistrusting, and sometimes terrifying, you had to choose your path—the one to reclaim your life as Y/N.

Finding You featuring Yoo Kihyun is coming soon…

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[yakuly]

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[iibonniee]

What's My Name?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Smut, Non!Idol AU

Warnings: Warnings: non-idol!kihyun, sugar daddy!kihyun, unprotected sex, age kink, daddy kink, oral (male receiving), cock worship, bondage, spanking, semi-masterbation

Rating: R

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: Their agreement was something Kihyun had always made sure was followed to the very T. After all, their agreement was signed in ink.

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

Yoo Kihyun was the type of man who did things by the book and followed everything to the letter. He thrived on a well-structured and methodically planned routine. His approach helped him maintain balance in his otherwise chaotic lifestyle, granting him a semblance of serenity amidst the whirlwind of his everyday tasks.

Given his detailed nature, he had the habit of deliberating about every single detail before making decisions. While some might rush in, he took the time to consider every angle, every potential outcome, and every possible risk. This meant he was often slower to act, but his actions were thoughtful and precise.

However, his strict observation of rules and regulations had its disadvantages. While it lent him discipline and structure, it often kept him from exploring uncharted territories, testing innovative solutions to problems, or unleashing his creativity. The fear of stepping outside his comfort zone limited his experiences and sometimes resulted in missed opportunities.

Regardless, Kihyun maintained his orderly existence, content with its safety and predictability. He was the epitome of diligence and consistency—qualities that, for better or worse, came to define his life and career.

And with Kihyun being so by the book and the letter, it also meant that he followed their agreement to the signature. He followed each rule as if it were the law. But she saw the contract as similar to wonder, the lines resembling more suggestive guidelines rather than stipulations carved in stone. Her spirit was wild, seductively erratic, and unpredictable, which was a sweet temptation that she found hard to resist. She often strayed in this spot of their strange relationship, toeing the lines of their carefully designed accord.

Townhouse dinners turned into late-night city escapades. High-profile parties morphed into impromptu starlit picnics. She was the mistress of sly evasion, transgressing the rules in ways that gave her an intoxicated thrill.

Every transgression, however, did not go unnoticed or unpunished.

Kihyun was not oblivious to her playful disregard for their agreement. His commitment to the harshness of the contract was final, starkly contrasting her rebellious behavior. And his response was always swift. He would always ensure that there was no such thing as going behind his back for an enjoyable time out with friends. The friends he strictly disapproved of and made sure were a top rule to not be broken.

Their defined rules were there for a reason, he would tell her. Each rule broken correlated to a conversation—firm yet understanding—trying to drive her back within the lines she’d willingly agreed to. The repercussions for her disobedience were unyielding, yet not harsh unless he wanted them to be; they served as a reminder of their initially agreed-upon terms. The extravagant gifts would be limited, and the exclusive invites would become less frequent, cutting back on the luxuries she held dear. And, of course, if she pushed his buttons just enough, he’d make sure the punishments were much harsher.

Each rule broken meant double the punishment. The punishment only became harsher as one got closer to the top. Kihyun wasn’t sure why she enjoyed pushing his buttons so much. He gave her everything she wanted in favor of loyalty and good dick. So why exactly did she feel the need to push and push?

The house was unnervingly quiet as she returned home late from yet another unapproved escapade. Stepping through the doorway, a sense of unease enveloped her. The house was hushed, a stillness echoing through the lavishly furnished rooms, only disturbed by the ominous ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

As she traveled deeper into their joint space, an isolated figure sat in wait in the dimly lit bedroom. Kihyun was a wraith of discipline, his silhouette imposing against the soft glow of the moonlight filtering in. His usually friendly gaze was replaced with a stern disapproval that filled her with a heady blend of remorse and exhilarating anticipation.

He rose from his chair that sat in the corner, moving with a rigid grace, the tension in the room mounting with each calculated step. He didn’t need to speak for her to know she had broken not one, not two, but three rules in their agreement. Three was the magic number that triggered more severe consequences.

“Three rules,” he said, his voice like ice. His disappointment hung in the air, heavy and tangible, yet there was an underlying concern that she couldn’t miss. The loyalty and affection he held for her were strained but not broken. “Three rules you broke tonight, Y/N? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Though sharp and methodical, his words were filled with a weight that made her reconsider her actions. Nonetheless, she held her ground, ready to face the consequences of her boldness. And though each punishment was harsher than the last, she wouldn’t change the person she was, not for all the riches Kihyun showered her with.

She realized she lived for thrill even as she stood in his disapproving shadow. And genuinely, Kihyun was catching on, learning the untamed woman standing before him wasn’t looking for an authority figure but an equal. Only time would reveal the depth of their understanding and the capacity of their adapted routines.

“I need you to answer me, Y/N.” Kihyun spoke up the moment he realized that she wouldn’t answer him. She studied his face carefully. The glow of the moonlight illuminated his stern gaze, casting stark shadows that hinted at the mounting tension.

She held his gaze unflinchingly, watching as understanding flickered within his eyes before morphing into unmistakable exasperation. Heaving a sigh, Kihyun groaned, pacing the room with growing agitation. The somber atmosphere seemed to pulse with his restrained anger, filling the space between them with sticky anticipation for the punishment she knew was imminent.

Eventually, he moved towards the bed, his figure outlined in the moonlight. Sitting down on it, he kicked off his shoes and glanced up at her. The stern set of his mouth and the cool detachment in his eyes sent a thrill of fear coursing through her. Yet, a part of her relished this nerve-racking anticipation, thrilled by the promise of consequences she was likely to face. She took a deep breath when he spread his legs and silently pointed toward the open space between them.

“Since you think it’s okay to break the rules time and time again because you feel like it, let’s make one thing clear. You are not above the consequences,” Kihyun’s voice was firm, not a hint of negotiation available in his tone. His eyes held a grim determination that made her heart pound. “Get on your knees.”

Her breath caught, but she complied, kneeling between his legs. The severity of the situation rolled off Kihyun, an almost palpable aura of authority enveloping her. She steadied herself, forcing down the electric thrill that sparked through her at the prospect of what was to come.

Their dynamic was evolving, growing more complex and layered with each confrontation. What started as a primary order was morphing into an intense game of power and dominance, with her defiance against his authority fueling their relationship’s rising tension and intensity. These encounters electrified her, luring her further into the depths of this thrilling power play. As she knelt there, waiting, Kihyun’s stern gaze rested upon her, promising a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

A chill shot through her body as his cold hand cupped her cheek. What she thought to be a loving smile quickly turned sour as his hand grabbed a fist full of her hair, jerking her head back so that she was forced to look at him.

“Don’t beg me or even think about using the safe word. Tonight, you pushed me to my limit. I have had it with you running around acting like a whore. If you want to act like a whore, I can treat you like one.” Kihyun growled, his voice filled with an edge of frustration and disappointment she had not expected. His usually warm voice was gone, replaced with a harsh tone that made her heart pound painfully in her chest.

The heated fury of his gaze bore into her, and she was pulled back from her thoughts by his fingers tightening around her hair. She gasped in reply, the surprise and pain mingling with a strange sense of anticipation. Seeing him out of control this way was almost exhilarating, even if it was at her expense.

Despite the fear coursing through her, a part of her felt oddly fascinated by this sudden change in him. However, she understood that he was not playing now. This was the punishment he had warned her about. The silence in the room was palpable, the tension thick and suffocating. She found herself swallowing hard, bracing herself against the impending storm she had unconsciously been courting.

She recognized the dangerous glint in Kihyun’s eyes. The moment of heated confrontation was here, a punishment waiting to unfold. It was clear that the evening was about to take a turn down a path she had not entirely anticipated. This was not their usual game; it was something far more intense and real. Steadying her determination, she held onto the strength within her as she prepared for whatever came next in their volatile battleground.

“Take my cock out and suck on it like a good little whore. Don’t even think about not choking on it, either. I want you crying and worshiping my cock. Got it?”

In response to his stern command, she reached for the waistband of his pants, her fingers trembling slightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she unzipped them, revealing the hardness beneath the fabric that served as a reminder of his dominant authority.

She met his stern gaze directly, signaling her understanding and compliance. Then, slowly, she extends her tongue, running it teasingly along the length of his turgidity. Warm, soft hardness met the cool of her moist tongue, eliciting a responsive shudder from Kihyun.

His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a relentless and satisfyingly sinful rhythm. She could hear the raspy moan reverberate from his chest as she took him deeper into her mouth, his thickness pushing at the back of her throat. His pleasure manifested in the tight grip on her hair and the ragged pants he fought to control.

Tears sprang to her eyes as she fought her gag reflex, the strain evident as she struggled to accommodate him. But there was an intoxicating thrill in the act of submission, the intense satisfaction of being the source of his pleasure.

Embracing the discomfort, tolerating the burning lungs and the ache in her jaw was part of the game, a punishment she was willingly ready to bear. Her dedication firm, she continued, tears streaking down her cheeks, her eyes locked onto his, promising undying obedience in this unvoiced power play.

She gladly took his length into her mouth once more, feeling its hardened pulse against the flat of her tongue. The movement was slow and enticing, her purpose clear in every glide and press of lips against the hot, rigid flesh.

“That’s right,” He hissed, rewarding her with a rough card through her hair, the action making her look up again, an unvoiced affirmation of her obedience. “Just like that… worship it.”

Each word, each command echoed sharply in the charged silence, stirring a heady cocktail of dread and excitement that coiled tight in her belly. Her rhythm faltered just once, but she quickly found it again, the need to not disappoint outweighing physical discomfort.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper, the lingering taste of his skin intoxicating, irresistible. Her digits traced the veins on his cock with awe, a testament to his masculinity. Her eyes remained locked on him, an explicit display of submission that reeked of an erotic surrender that suffused the room. Every groan, every twitch of his was duly noted, encouraging her to continue in the act of dutiful worship. It was her testament, her tangible loyalty to his authority wrapped in the veil of the unspoken. The journey to heavy surrender, etched in silence and measured in rhythm, was sinfully unforgettable.

She swept up his length, her lips tight around him as she climbed, a close, slow motion designed to draw out the sweet torment. “Good girl,” Kihyun rasped, his fingers threading through her hair, reinforcing her act of submission. “Worship my cock just like that.”

Her tongue swirled around the swollen head, relishing his salty taste. Her fingers massaged his balls tenderly, adding another layer to the sinful act. With every idle, messily passionate bob of her head, she continued her worship, continuously tracing the tattoo of veins on his shaft, symbolizing his raw strength and power.

His low, throaty moans and how his hands gripped her hair fueled her motivation, seduced by the intoxicating power play. Her eyes lifted to meet Kihyun’s gaze, their raw hunger a testament to her success. The salacious taste and the feel of him in her mouth became her world; nothing else mattered.

She could feel him tense, his breath hitch, signaling his impending release. However, she didn’t relent, determined to see this through, to bring him the ultimate pleasure. Her eyes, glossy with tears, communicated an unspoken promise. She was here, willing and resolved, engaged in the act of intimate worship, refusing to back down from this gloriously revealing power play.

And so, she carried on, her hand firmly around his base, her tongue gliding over the throbbing veins and swollen head with devout veneration. His hissed curses and praises echoed in her ears, mingling with his ragged breaths in a wanton symphony of power and surrender. Her mouth, moist and warm, served as a temple of sinful pleasure dedicated to his satisfaction.

His hips jerked abruptly, his grip on her hair tightened to the edge of pain, and he moaned out a guttural warning. Then, his release’s first shot filled her warm and salty mouth. She swallowed instinctively, not daring to break from her worship.

The next few moments were a blur, his body locked in ecstasy and she, the devotional priestess, accepting his offering. Each pulse of his release marked a victory in their battle for dominance, a testament to her submission.

He gasped her name as the last spurts of his climax hummed in the back of her throat, his figure jerking in the aftershocks of pleasure. Even then, she didn’t break away, carefully cleaning him with her tongue, not letting a single drop of him go to waste.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes met his, mirroring the raw intensity that had fueled their power play. Kihyun, with his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light and his chest heaving, looked every bit the dominant figure he was.

As the tension hovered like an aftertaste in the aftermath of their carnal rendezvous, she savored the victorious satisfaction of a game well played, a testament to the authority she had deliciously delivered.

“Don’t think we’re done just yet.” Kihyun finally spoke as the moonlight showed just how dark his eyes were. “Stand up and strip in front of me.”

She stared at him for a moment, trying to process his words carefully. Her breath hitched in her throat, her cheeks flushing with a powerful mix of embarrassment and anticipation. Always, it had been him who undressed her, but not tonight. Tonight, he was making her bear herself in front of him, leveraging the power dynamics of their encounter.

Unsteadily, she rose to her feet, her legs shaking slightly from the intensity of their previous play. Her hands moved up to the buttons of her shirt, each one coming undone with a tremble of apprehension. Despite the heat still coursing through her, she felt a chill as the cool air hit her skin, immediately making her nipples harden.

Kihyun, always the keen observer, watched her intently. His darkened eyes objectified her unshielded vulnerability as a predator about to pounce his prey, a wolf relishing a moonlit hunt. Feeling his gaze tracking her, she unzipped her skirt next, the piece of fabric sliding down her legs to pool around her ankles. She was a sight to behold in her plain white lingerie, the soft glow of the moonlight casting shadows on her nude body.

Meanwhile, Kihyun had not remained idle. His hand had gripped his once again hardening length, the distinct movement of his arm signaling his self-pleasure as he started masturbating. He groaned, his eyes never leaving her, the sight before him acting as a sensual trigger.

This exhilarating combination of thrill, embarrassment, and vulnerability formed a novel chapter in their explicit dance of dominance and submission, one that she was learning to navigate with each passing second. The silence echoed with an unspoken dialogue of unspoken understanding, transforming their room into an arena of charged intensity. Each pull of Kihyun’s hand, each discarded layer of her clothing, was a pledge, a promise of the pleasures awaiting them in the impending thickness of the night.

“I know you’re trying to figure out what I’m going to do next so you can play off on it,” Kihyun grunted, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. “Tonight isn’t about you. You’ll be lucky if I even let you cum once.”

Finally standing, Kihyun towed over her. His eyes narrowed at her. Her breath was caught in her throat as she watched him approach, anticipation prickling on her skin. Suddenly, in one swift movement, he gripped her arm, pulling her towards the bed with a force that left her breathless. She landed on the soft mattress, her heart pounding against her rib cage.

She barely had time to adjust before he was unlocking a drawer by the bed and retrieving something shrouded in darkness. A second later, she recognized them as a pair of handcuffs, glinting menacingly in the dim light. Her breath hitched, a mix of fear and anticipation washing over her.

He leaned over her, his hands pinning her down, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. “Remember, tonight, it’s all about me,” he said, his voice a delicious growl that made her squirm. He held her wrists above her head, locking one handcuff after the other swiftly, leaving her restrained and exposed before him. “Your body is mine to use. Mine to punish. Don’t forget that.”

Kihyun sat back, taking a moment to appreciate the sight. His gaze traced the curve of her body, bound and ready for his pleasure. His hand, slick from his efforts, resumed its motion, stroking himself leisurely as he continued to drink in the sight before him.

“Stay put,” he commanded, his voice rumbling with raw desire, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Fear and arousal danced in her stomach, a tempting mix of emotions that heightened her anticipation. She was there, vulnerable and at his mercy, entrapped in one of the most exhilarating games of dominance and submission she’d ever played. Tonight, she realized, would indeed be a night to remember.

Kihyun, engrossed in his self-indulgence, continued his passive strokes. His dark eyes never left her as he pleasured himself, his intensity creating an aura of raw dominance that was as captivating as it was daunting. His touch on himself was familiar and practiced, eliciting throaty groans that filled the room.

Her gaze was drawn to his hand, which played a close rhythm on his hardened length. His response to the entrancing sight before him was a testament to her effect on him; every twitch and gasp he made only fueled her anticipation and her own growing need.

Kihyun’s dark gaze seared into her, making her squirm under his inspection. He was shameless, knowing just how powerful the sight of him touching himself was. His erect length, slick with his arousal, glistened under the soft light, making her mouth water with the need to taste him again.

After a time that was simultaneously too long and not nearly long enough, Kihyun’s strokes started to slow, his breathing growing ragged. He briefly closed his eyes, savoring the thrills of self-pleasure before opening them again. His gaze was predatory, filled with an insatiable lust that made her shiver in apprehension and arousal.

Purposefully, he propped himself above her, smirking down at her restrained figure. His hand left his length, reaching for the handcuffs to unlock them. However, just as she thought he would finally give in and take her and release her from the handcuffs, he instead guided his pulsing dick against her thigh, reminding her of her undeniable desire for him.

With a devilish grin, he leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “Not yet, sweetheart. Be patient. The night is far from over.” His husky voice promised an avalanche of pleasure that left her throbbing with anticipation for what was to come. She was truly at his mercy tonight, and there was no place she’d rather be. “I want you to beg to touch me, and I won’t even give in. Just like you refuse to listen to the rules I set in place for us. Unfair, isn’t it?”

A devilish chuckle vibrated through her as he unlocked her handcuffs. She sighed in relief, feeling the blood flowing back to her hands, but the respite was short-lived. Suddenly, Kihyun placed his hands on her waist, effortlessly flipping her onto her front.

He adjusted her, positioning her onto hands and knees until she was just as he preferred — her backside on full display for him. Underneath him, his dominance, she felt a twinge of humiliation coupled with a raw, throbbing anticipation. She felt the edge of the bed dip slightly as he moved behind her, allowing her a few precious seconds to regain her composure.

Then, the coldness of the cuffs again, a stark contrast to the heat of her skin, announced their return, this time locking her in place on the bedposts. She was re-stripped of her freedom almost as fast as she’d been granted, a play on her sanity that sent another gush of arousal through her body.

His labored breathing filled the room as she felt him settle behind her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Her body arched instinctively, seeking him out, but he held back. She felt him there, his cock teasing her entrance, yet he made no further move. It was pure torment. Every brushing contact sent bolts of desire shooting up her spine, leaving her panting and desperate.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she finally surrendered to his relentless game, begging him for release. But his reply was a deep, throaty laugh that held a promise: the night was, indeed, far from over. His reply echoed in the room, an intoxicating mix of amusement and desire she could almost taste.

“Begging already?” he teased, running his fingers delicately along her entrance. The feeling sent electrifying waves of pleasure through her, her breath hitching at the contact. “You never fail to amuse me.”

He leaned over her, his body heat radiating onto her skin. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “The rules are simple. I touch, and you feel. You cum when I say so. Not a second before, understand?”

She could only nod, her mouth dry, her body tingling in anticipation. His finger trailed further, stirring a whirlpool of desire that made her want to break the rules he just set. But she refrained, knowing it would only lead to more teasing, more torment. She could feel him grinning against her shoulder, his pleasure palpable in the room.

Then, just when she thought she couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer, she felt him push inside her, slow and relentless. All the air left her lungs as she was filled, the sensation overwhelming her senses. She let out a scream that was swallowed by the emptiness of the room, her body finally succumbing to his dominance.

Kihyun grunted with satisfaction as he buried himself in her, a dark chuckle escaping as he felt the quiver of her body beneath his. He relished her shuddering gasps as he began to move, the initial slow pace quickly escalating into a maddening rhythm that set their bodies on fire. “Look at you, being so obedient,” he taunted. Each word was punctuated by a merciless thrust, the sounds of their bodies colliding, echoing in the space surrounding them. “It’s surprising how obedient you are when you have my cock deep inside you, huh? I find it amusing.”

His unsparing last thrust drew a whimper from her lips, the sensations rippling inside her too intense to bear. “Please,” she gasped. She could barely put the feelings into words; it was overpowering, raw, and intoxicating all at once.

Much to the surprise of her stinging senses, Kihyun’s hand landed a hearty smack on her backside. A loud gasp ripped from her throat, the sudden rush of pain igniting another wave of pleasure. His handprint burned on her skin, underscoring the game of dominance playing out between them.

“That’s right,” he praised, tone smooth as velvet, “You’re doing so well.” The sound of another slap resonating from their entangled bodies only added to the symphony of their pleasure - a raw reminder of his control over her. “Taking Daddy’s cock like a good fucking slut.”

He drove into her relentlessly, his grip on her hips bruising yet somehow comforting in its firmness. The sting of his hand on her ass had her gasping, chasing the peculiar blend of pain and pleasure that radiated from the point of contact. His voice echoed in the room, lacing her mind with a hearty dose of satisfaction.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled in her ear, his voice husky. The words vibrated through her, his praises a turn-on that enhanced the sensations coursing through her. His next thrust was particularly fierce; a resounding smack filled the air as his hand collided with her ass again. She yelped; the unexpected collision sent electrifying jolts of pleasure straight to her center.

“You love it when I spank you, don’t you?” he taunted, another hard slap punctuating his gravelly tone. The sharp sensation was swiftly followed by the gentleness of his hand, fingers tracing the tender area, soothing the ignited skin.

He resumed his pace, a relentless rhythm that promised to tip her over the edge. His name spilled from her lips, a prayer amid moans that echoed around them, bouncing off the stark walls and diving into the abyss of pleasure they were entangled in.

Her anticipation soared as his thrusts became more forceful and urgent, a testament to his nearing climax. As her body trembled on the precipice, he leaned over to whisper in her ear, his voice saturated with desire, “Beg for me, sweetheart. Show me just how much you need to cum.” The sinful request echoed in her head, the edge she was balancing on becoming more precarious. “And maybe Daddy will be kind enough to let you cum.”

Desperation clawed at her as she writhed beneath him, each thrust driving her closer to the precipice. A broken, needy sound slipped past her lips, “Please, Kihyun.”

He merely chuckled at her plea, his fingers tracing a burning path down her quivering stomach. His face was a study of lust and control, pupils dilated, and lips curved ever so slightly. “That wasn’t begging, sweetheart,” he chided, the tips of his fingers dancing tantalizingly near her overstimulated clit. “If you want to cum, beg for it correctly.”

Overwhelmed by the whir of sensations, every nerve in her body screamed at his restrained touch. She felt her walls tighten around him purposefully, trying to draw him deeper. Still, he resisted, merely grinning at her feeble attempts to control the situation.

With a whimper, she tried to plea once more, but the name came out wrong. “Kihyun, please,” she murmured, her voice shaky in the dim room. The moment the words tumbled from her lips, she could see it was not what he wanted to hear. He arched an eyebrow at her, a silent prompt for the correction he awaited.

Swallowing hard, she corrected herself, her cheeks flaring with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Please, Daddy,” she corrected hastily, her voice desperate in the quiet room. The shift in her address was a tangible submission, an acceptance of the sinful game they were entangled in. Her begging voice, the plea laced with an innocent rawness, filled the room, emphasizing the control he had over her. “Let me cum, please.”

His next thrust, directed with surgical precision, rubs against her sweet spot that sends pleasure-like sparks through her. Her desperate moan filled the room, her body bowing as if struck by an electric shock. His hand tangled into her hair, pulling back her head as he hushed her gently, “Begging now, are we?”

She nodded, cried out, lost in the intoxicating blend of pleasure and anticipation. She felt his grin against the pulse point on her neck, a sinful promise of a climax that was just out of her reach. “Beg me properly,” he continued, his voice sending shivers down her spine. His firm hands propped her hips for a deeper angle, stoking the flames of her desire.

Give and take, push and pull. Kihyun was the master of their sordid game, drawing puckish pleasure from her desperate pleas. Defeated, she surrendered to her erupting desire. “Please, Daddy,” She whined, her voice desperate and raw, “I need to cum.”

Before the echoes of her words had faded away, he buried himself deeper into her, his pace meeting her every wish. “Daddy’s giving you what you asked for,” he growled, his words broken by gasps of pleasure, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And like a dam breaking, her world exploded in colors as he kept true to his promise. His ruthless thrusts drove her higher and higher until she spiraled in an endless roll of pleasure. It was sinful and wild, a testament to their passion burning raw and relentless.

“Sweetheart, I’m…” His voice was gravelly, strained with his nearing climax. His grip on her hips tightened, his body tensed, and he pushed deep inside her in one final, powerful thrust. Lunging deep, he held himself in place, releasing a guttural groan that reverberated throughout the room.

His warmth filled her, his release marking her from within, causing her to gasp at the unexpected but welcomed intensity. His climax came like a tidal wave, crashing over them with a force that was both tantalizingly torturous and delightfully sinful. Milky evidence of his fulfillment lingered within her, satisfying proof of his passionate surrender.

After catching his breath, he uncuffed her, their bodies still intertwined. Despite the rawness of their encounter, his weight over her provided a reassuring warmth. Their breathing, while sporadic, began to synchronize - a fitting epilogue to the frantic rhythm they had shared just moments before. Their intermingled sweat painted a canvas of carnal desires and unrestrained satisfaction. The tangible presence of their shared climax remained engraved on their bodies, a trophy of their primal dance. In the quiet, he craned his neck and, with a tantalizingly slow pace, brushed his lips against her pulse point, making her shiver. His voice, now husky from their shared exertions, sent a new wave of warmth rushing down her spine.

“Look at you, so content,” He murmured, tracing her curves with a possessive touch that echoed their sinful indulgence. His eyes glinted wickedly in the dim room. “Such a well-behaved girl when you know Daddy has control, aren’t you?”

He let out a soft chuckle, his breath fanning against her, causing her eyes to flutter open. Beneath his gaze, she felt cherished, adored, laid bare by his sinful words. It was a promise, whispered in the silence of their shared satisfaction - a promise of more such sinful nights, testing their boundaries and losing themselves at new heights of ecstasy. And amidst the lingering haze of lust, she eagerly looked forward to nights that awaited them.

His voice deepened as he leaned in, his words a husky whisper against the shell of her ear. “I promise you, sweetheart, if you dare to break the rules again, the punishments will be much more severe.” A visceral thrill ran through her at his promise, a shudder of anticipation rippling through her body.

His hand gently traced her lower abdomen; his fingers danced lightly over her skin as his eyes held a sinful glimmer. “Next time, I might just breed you,” he murmured, the implications of his words causing heat to rush to her cheeks. “Imagine that, you running around with my baby inside you. Won’t that be a sight?”

His grin was wicked, a vulture biding his time. “Your friends they will be curious, no doubt, about who got you pregnant. They’ll ask who the father is, and you?” He paused, his thumb rubbing small circles on her warm skin, “You’ll know it was the older man that had you crying out his name until the dead of night.”

His words trailed off into a low, satisfied hum, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on her flushed skin. The implications of his sinful promise hung heavy in the air, a tantalizing prospect she was not sure she was ready for. He had marked her tonight in the most intimate of ways, and as she looked at him, a silent understanding passed between them.

“You are mine.”

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

[jeonstellate]

love is · · · — mini-series masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

in a world where [first name] can only safely love one other person besides themselves, a simple favor changes everything.

✇༄ yoo kihyun x afab!reader (ft. platonic!monsta x, lee hoseok, & seventeen x afab!reader)

✇༄ mafia!au, fiancé!au, hidden pregnancy!au, secret baby!au, arranged marriage!au — predominantly angst

✇༄ paragraph format

✇༄ if you’re one of those people who hate anything that still considers hoseok as a monsta, you need to exit out of this right now. especially those who think that monsta x and hoseok can’t be friends anywhere (in real life and in fiction) just because, don’t waste your time here.

first. love is: a gamble

✇༄ main ┊ fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ you’ve already gambled your life for selfish reasons twice, but your third gamble might be the most selfish of all.

supplement i. love is: a danger

✇༄ main ┊ platonic!chae hyungwon x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ chae hyungwon played a key role in mx’s reaction to your last gamble, despite not knowing what exactly he signed up for.

supplement ii. love is: a secret

✇༄ main ┊ platonic!lee hoseok x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ you took extreme measures to not be found — just to be defeated by coincidence in the end.

last. love is: a favor

✇༄ main ┊ ex-fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ yoo kihyun loathed every fiber of your being; but perhaps, just like everything else, even his own feelings weren’t as they seem.

supplement iii. love is: a journey

✇༄ main ┊ fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ you’ve recognized the universe’s lack of favor towards you, but you’ve yet to realize that it would still conspire for you. somehow.

supplement iv. love is: a compass

✇༄ main ┊ fiancé!yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ synopsis ┊ you’ve witnessed firsthand how one’s love can manifest into multiple — sometimes contrasting — things, yet you still didn’t expect kihyun’s love to be just like yours.

extra. love is · · · outtakes & trivias

#third satellite #yoo kihyun x reader #kihyun x reader #monsta x x reader #yoo kihyun imagines #kihyun imagines #monsta x imagines #yoo kihyun scenarios #kihyun scenarios #monsta x scenarios #yoo kihyun oneshots #kihyun oneshots #monsta x oneshots #mafia!au #yoo kihyun #kihyun #monsta x

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

M.LISTS—random idols/groups ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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 손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

#sub!monsta x #sub!mx #sub!kpop #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!shownu #sub!hyunwoo #sub!wonho #sub!hoseok #sub!minhyuk #sub!kihyun #sub!hyungwon #sub!jooheon #sub!joohoney #sub!i.m #sub!changkyun #monsta x smut #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #sub kpop #sub idol #sub monsta x #sub shownu #sub wonho #sub minhyuk #sub kihyun #sub hyungwon #sub jooheon #sub changkyun

[heisthetypeof]

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Kihyun is the type of boyfriend to make fun of you when your favorite movie touched your heart for the nth time. He will poke your side while giggling. When he notices that your eyes stay glossy even after the sad scene, he will pull you closer and kiss your forehead.

"Don't cry, baby. He was a good character, but sometimes they have to die so the movie would get more interesting."

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#kihyun scenarios #he is the type of #heisthetypeof #monsta x #monbebe #kihyun #kihyun imagines

[lubbuub]

sweet, gentle fingering from jooheon pls

imagine being between his legs while he places sweet kisses along your neck. feeling the warm breeze from the cracked window, the smell of the vanilla candle burning on your nightstand, and the partynextdoor slight drowning out your moans. his fingers deep inside you curling at the soft wet texture, you called your g spot. his free hand occupied by your hard nipples twisting and pinching at them. hearing him talk you through it asking if it feels good, telling you that you’re a good girl. rolling your hips to feel his hard bulge underneath you, knowing he’s ready to explode at any moment. “f-fuck.. i’m gonna cum” are the words that come out of your mouth as you feel the overstimulation building up in your stomach, your body jerking at the soft movements of his hips bucking up to match your rhythm as he leaves trails of purple-reddish bruises down your neck and shoulders. your breathing getting more heavier as you looked down to see your cum painted all over his fingers.

#monsta x #jooheon #monsta x jooheon #jooheon imagines #jooheon drabble #monsta x reader #monsta x scenarios #drabble #monsta x drabble #monsta x x reader #monsta x imagines #joohoney #hyungwon #kihyun #minhyuk #changkyun #shownu #monsta x smut

[silv3rswirls]

Their s/o likes to play with their hair

Requests are open!

Notes: sorry this is so late anon! I took a little break from requests, but I’m so glad you enjoy my writing. I hardly ever get requests for the boys but I’m so happy when I do! 💕

Anon asks: Hi, I saw that you opened the requests for the boys from MX, I have a lot of ideas but I don't want to be a bother 😅, so I just picked the one I thought was the most adorable: Like how would they react when you pet and play with their hair? Do they get sleepy, feel calmer, or just get annoyed that you messed up their hairstyle? Lol Also, thank you so much for including Wonho in these, i miss them all together 🥹 sorry for the long text, i love your imagines💟

♡Shownu♡

While he doesn’t understand your adoration for his hair, it feels so nice when you pet through it he forms mind at all. He’s always giving you head pats in return <3 He’ll definitely fall asleep while you do it though, and oftentimes asks you to do it to help him fall asleep.

♡Minhyuk♡

He likes to wrap his arms around and lay against you as you okay with his hair. He finds it so endearing, he’ll let your hair back or draw little shapes and squiggles on your leg as you both talk for the evening.

♡Kihyun��

He cherishes any and all affection you give him. It feels so nice to have you aimlessly playing with his hair. No matter how long you’ve been together his face always gets a little red when you do it, or just dote on him in general.

♡Hyungwon♡

He’s always ruffling your hair so you decided to do the same for him. He pretends it’s annoying and you’re messing up his hair, but you both know he loves it. He sighs in content and falls asleep fast cuddled in your lap after a long day.

♡Jooheon♡

He thinks it’s silly, but doesn’t mind. He really only wants you to do it when the two of you are in bed, talking about your days and drifting off to sleep. It’s not his favorite display of affection, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter.

♡Changkyun♡

He doesn’t mind and finds it cute if you’re part. He’s known for picking at your hair and telling it around as well. It makes him feel loved and all soft, it puts his mind at ease.

♡Wonho♡

He loves any and all love you give him. He’ll lean into you, snuggling closer as you okay with his hair. It’s gentle quality time spent together. He’ll let you do whatever you want with his his hair. Gently twirl it, place tug it, twist it into little pigtails, or decorate it with your hair clips.

#monsta x x reader #monsta x reaction #monsta x reactions #monsta x imagines #monsta x fluff #shownu #son hyunwoo #lee minhyuk #yoo kihyun #chae hyungwon #lee jooheon #im changkyun #wonho #lee hoseok #wonho reaction #wonho x reader

[breezybangtanbebe]

💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriend Hoseok❤️‍🔥💭

The Gentle Giant Boyfriend

Emotionally💕:

Hoseok is no stranger to attention. Everything about him, from his handsome face and healthy physique to his fashion sense and warm personality, he attracts just about anyone with eyes and a pulse. But everything was different with you.

You werent one of the typical cases fan girling over his persona or obsessing over his body parts. (something I honestly think is a big ick for him but he just tolerates it because of how much of a people pleaser he tends to be.) 

On your first date, you barely even looked at anything below his chin and held him in your eyes for most of the conversation..

"You have really pretty eyes.." you remarked, stirring your drink mindlessly with your cheek resting in the palm of your other hand.

Hoseok's mouth twitched in a tiny reluctant smile of confusion. He too toyed with the straw of his drink, mashing the ice cubes about before taking a sip.

"Um..thank you." he swallows, blinking as if he were on the brink of choking. It wasn't hard to fluster him, you picked up on that early on when you met him at that pottery class you took up as soon as the pandemic was over. Any reason to get out of that apartment that felt even smaller when you had no where else to go.

It was his eyes that caught your attention first, mainly because it was all you could see of his face since the mask mandate was still enforced. Apart from his hulking frame under his oversized hoodie and the way his massive legs made the stool he was perched on look like it was designed for a child, there was a soft innocence there when he focused his fingers on the sepia ball of clay.

When he wasn't focused, those eyes had a way of finding you on the other side of the room, looking away bashfully when you felt his stare..

Crinkling cutely when the teacher made a joke.

Widening comically when the perfectly shaped bowl he was working on collapsed into a squishy warped ball of disaster.

This went on for a few weeks before he finally worked up the nerve to sit beside you at the beginning of the next class, introducing himself. Up close, you got an even better gauge of his size.

"Good lord he must work out every day.." you thought, but its only on your mind for a second after resuming eye contact when he asked you a question.

The most gorgeous combination of browns melded in the ridges of his irises. From afar you couldn't notice but this close, you couldn't see anything but those eyes. Eyes that told so much about a man you hardly knew.

Honesty.

Joy.

Sadness.

Pain.

Soul.

It was you who asked him for his number despite him being the one to ask if he could see you again outside of class. So you did, grabbing tea and coffee at the bakery near the pottery studio.

"Youre blushing again." you smirk triumphantly and Hoseok immediately resents himself for being such an easy read. Without his mask to hide behind, you were given a full view of his face that was as equally charming as his eyes.

The colored apples of Hoseok's cheeks lift slightly as he shook his head in pure denial.

"No Im not." 

"Im looking right at you. What do you mean?" You tease and Hoseok tucks his lips against each other to fight his bodies natural response to flattery.

"Its the steam from the tea or something, I don't know.." he shakes his head again, turning his head at the bakery's door chime as a few customers walked in and you couldn't help but think it was to hide the way his blush worsened. There was no steam. He wasn’t even drinking tea so the excuse was as ridiculous as it was adorable.

It made you smile knowing he was this affected and you vaguely wondered what else your attention to detail could do.

"If you say so.."

You were different to him because you saw him in ways others didn’t. No one compliments a man’s eyes when all attention is on his body. The amount of times he caught women and men alike struggling to keep eye contact when he wore a fitted shirt that accentuated his upper body. And while he did work diligently to achieve such a body, it felt good to be seen and not just something to look at. Which in his profession,was often a feeling he faced.

Water signs tend to be very emotionally connected and Hoseok will know what youre feeling before you say anything because he's just that observant. That's just him. He can walk into a room and get a gauge of everyone's energy and while he may not show it, he's affected by it.

He appreciates a person thats similar. Someone who can tell when he's bothered or uncomfortable but too polite to express it. He appreciates someone who can anticipate his needs the way he will anticipate yours. And he absolutely would. If you like coffee in the morning and he's up before you, he puts on a pot because he knows you hate waiting for it. He'll put things within your reach without thinking about it. He’ll cover sharp corners with his hand if you bend down suddenly too near them. Just a quiet caretaker.

He's very emotionally intelligent (it took him going through ALOT to get this way) , and he too has very little patience for games or things that don't make sense. So talk to him about your feelings vs acting impulsively. Don't push him away when you're upset. He may chase you for a little while but if you're not reciprocating his energy , he'll lose interest.

Physically💋:

Very reserved in front of others because he's just polite but will hold your hand and kiss you proudly in public. He keeps it cute though, nothing outlandish.

He is the jealous type so if someone is looking at you a bit too hard, expect him to mark his territory with one of those little kisses. Or a few.

In private, He's big and warm and soft and hard all at the same damn time. Hoseok loves cuddling,prefers to be the big spoon most of the time because he feels like he's protecting you but occasionally enjoys curling his big ass into you while your massage his scalp until he falls asleep.

He's much more touchy feely. Lots of stolen kisses and booty grabs. Although I predict that you'd be most inclined to want to touch him all day because...well. Look at him🌚

It was a day worth shutting the world out for. Raining and relentless. Plans were cancelled ,alarms were snoozed and clothes were optional at Hoseok's apartment.

Its been several months since that day in the bakery and those routine meet ups next door to the pottery class evolved into evenings spent at his place. He'd been to yours plenty but you preferred being with him at his because his felt more comfortable. 

Plus he had all the snacks.

The morning light creeped its way despite the sun being hidden and the bed felt much too big when he wasn't in it. So after pulling on one of his t-shirts and slipping into his bathroom to freshen up, you were relieved to find the object of your desire in the kitchen.

He's shirtless with his magnificent back on display for you as you watched him busy with something on the counter. His hair was wild, sticking up in all directions and his pajama pants hung just low enough on his hips for those two delicious dimples to be visible.

You stepped silently over the warm wood floors, one bare foot after the other until you were creeping up behind him.

Hoseok flinched a little when you snaked your arms around his waist but he soon relaxes at the feel of your lips pressing against the middle of his back.

"Hi.." you grumble against his warmth, skimming the tip of your nose over his skin. Hoseok chuckles softly as one of his hands covers your two that clasp below his naval.

"Morning. Did I wake you?" He looks over his shoulder and you shake your head, pressing your cheek against his shoulder blade.

"Just missed you." You respond sleepily and the sound of it has him chuckling softly.

"Ive been up for less than ten minutes.." he chides and you shrug.

"10 minutes too long. I got cold. What are you doing anyway? I thought you had nothing to do today." You mumble, peaking around his body to spot him organizing several different types of capsules into little baggies.

"Im putting my supplements together for when I go out of town next week."

"Oh yeah.." you say. You return to nuzzling his muscular back, settling in the dip of his spine between his shoulder blades with a solemn sigh.

Detecting you sulking, Hoseok takes one of your hands and pries it from his tummy to lift towards his face.

"Its just a few days. Don't pout, big baby.."

A gentle kiss to your knuckles was all it took to send a tingle through your body, making you tighten the back hug you had him in . Your affection evolves due to an intrusive thought and you accentuate the embrace with an unexpected bite of his flesh. Your teeth pinch a healthy bit of skin between them and you pull back on the release.

His yelp makes you snicker evilly and you soothed the faint toothmarks with a few kisses before pulling away from him.

"Look who's talking.." you tease.

He didn't appreciate the way the temperature changed the moment you weren't touching him and he turns around, spotting you leaning against the kitchen island. This had to have been the moment he realized you were wearing nothing but his t-shirt, noting the stiffness of your nipples poking through the fabric.

His gaze drops from your breasts to your shapely thighs that were unsubtly pressing against each other.

With a sultry look in your eye, you smirked up at him as you hopped up on the marble countertop and spread your legs just enough to hint at your lack of panties. Not that any hint was needed.

If you had any on, it wouldn't be for long.

Sexually💦:

Hoseok seems like a massive giver. So he's not at all a selfish lover. Whatever your satisfaction requires, he's pretty open to it if its not uncomfortable. If any kinks, I could see some bondage or food play. Maybe some sensory deprivation. Hes not afraid of toys at all. I actually imagine him owning some of his own for his solo sessions.🌚

Not super dommy. If anything, he's a switch (both dom and sub depending on the mood). When he's the dom, he teases your body alot with whatever he has at his disposal.

He praises you heavily and rewards you. Would much rather do that than punish you, but if he has to, he confirms that all of those muscles aren't just for show. He'll never hurt you though, thats actually one of his worst fears so don't expect him to get TOO TOO rough. Some hard slaps on the ass and a hand around the throat might be aa far as he'll go with you. Even then, hes very careful.

As a sub, he's very bratty and mischievous. He wants the punishment 100%. He wants you to talk shit, scold him, pull his hair a little. He wants you to make him feel small even though hes literally a hulk. Some orgasm denial would drive him crazy. But once you finally let him cum, put as much into the aftercare as he would for you. Talk to him nice and touch him alot. Slow Kisses with lots of tongue.

He's an ass man. Touching your booty actually brings him some sort of comfort, like a human stress ball. In the morning, its customary for him to rub yours for at least a minute when he greets you. He probably enjoys eating you out from the back so he doesn't have to waste time bending you over after. I also think he's most attracted to thick women🌚. He just gives me that vibe.

Large hands grip your ass underneath the tshirt,holding you up with your legs wrapped around him as he walked you back to the bedroom.

Your lips suckle his bottom lip, making him groan and squeeze you when you lips finally part to invite him in. Hoseok wasn't a sloppy kisser by far, always intentional with each stroke of his tongue and little nibble of your lips. He's passionate and most dominant when his tongue needled its way in and massaged yours.

You let him in gladly, earning a grateful sigh from him as you sucked his tongue greedily.

That always turned him on and you simulated the way you planned to suck him off by bobbing your head slowly, slurping his tongue loudly and shamelessly until it's too much for him.

You giggled when he tossed you on the bed, bouncing against the fluffy white comforter as he climbed on top of you. He cages you under the canopy of his huge body and doesn't hesitate to snatch his t-shirt from your body.

Now that he had you naked again, his lips found every place begging to be kissed.

Your neck.

Your nipples.

That spot just below your breast.

With both of your hands trapped under his above your head, Hoseok teased your body with his tongue until your back was arching from the bed.

He was kissing a trail down from your naval to the mound of stubbly skin of your pelvis. You felt you needed to shave but Hoseok didn't give a damn about some hair. In some ways he preferred it because he could smell you so much better that way.

His chin grazes your clit and making you twitch, making him smile against your skin.

"That sensitive huh? What am I gonna do with you?" He teases, moving down to hold you at your hips. You lift up just in time to watch his tongue extend and flick a few times over the throbbing nub before sucking on it obscenely hard.

You called his name again but he ignores you, simply combining flicking and sucking on your clit in favor of paying you any mind.

Seems as though he had his mouth set on your pussy for breakfast from how he alternated between sucking your clit and tonguing at your hole.

He knew what he was doing and you could keep your composure anymore. Damn his neighbors, they would just have to hear you.

Your hand found its way to his messy bed head, tugging at the strands from the scalp. He moans with his lips wrapped around you, the vibration of his tone making your legs shake.

Without warning, Hoseok pulls away from your heat and pulls you up by your arm. He grabs you by the neck gently to kiss you as he was before. But instead of him tasting like mouth wash and strawberry yogurt, he tasted like you.

With your legs spread wide enough to fit his huge frame, you hooked them over his hips to lock him in place. He chuckles at the desperation he felt on your lips, guiding you down to lay on your back one more.

"What baby...what it is it?" He asks, eyes black as night on yours. Long gone were those innocent eyes you'd fallen for at first.

Hoseok reached between your bodies to pick up where he left off, strumming over you back and forth.

Back and forth.

Your mouth gaped in a gasp when he upped the pace, rubbing you so good that you were sure you'd cum any second.

"Baby..please yess yess yess.." you cry and Hoseok kissed your trembling lips casually.

"Feels good?" He asks and you hum in response.

"More?" He lifts his brow.

"More..more.."you pant, now gripping the hair at his nape. With that, his fingers slipped inside of you, fucking you slowly as his tongue found yours. You moaned senselessly amidst kissing and Hoseok only took that as you begging for his fingers to go deeper.

"Is this what you want, baby? Hmm? Want me to suck on this pretty pussy some more? Wanna cum on my tongue like you did last night?" He mumbles, planting another wet pussy flavored kiss on your lips as he awaited your response.

"Please.." you shudder, too lost in the way his fingers went back to toying with your clit to kiss him back properly.

But this was how he wanted you anyway and he was only getting started.

Love Language:

I believe our big boy is a Gift giver/receiver and Physical touch. The gifts don't have to be expensive (even though he will for sure spend his monies on his gifts he gives you), it just matters to him that you know what he likes and that you're thinking of him. And touch on that man. Big boys need love too.

Quality time is big for him as well. He just wants you around. It doesn't have to be for any specific reason. Just be there and exist with him.

Pet names/Terms of endearment:

Calls you his baby or his world. Not much in between. He's very playful and light hearted so you might be his brat or headache from time to time, but takes his relationships very seriously. You don't have worry about any fear of commitment with him. Once he's locked in, you've got him.

So dont hurt him please🥹 He's very soft hearted.

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Changkyun As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

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When you and Changkyun get a couple tattoo, he will love to touch it and take cute pictures of the two of you together. He will even set your couple photos as his lockscreen, and he will smile widely every time he opens his phone. He will be so proud of your couple tattoo, and he will love to show it off to everyone. He will tell everyone how much he loves you, and he will always be grateful for the special bond that you share. Your couple tattoo will be a constant reminder of your love for each other, and it will bring you closer together. It will be a symbol of your commitment to each other, and it will be a source of happiness for both of you.

He will set his photos as your lockscreen without you knowing it. and once you open your phone and you will see his face smiling back at you. You will be surprised and touched by his gesture, and you will know that he loves you very much. He will do this because he wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. He wants you to think of him every time you use your phone. When you see his face on your lockscreen, you will feel loved and appreciated. You will know that he is thinking of you, and you will feel closer to him.

He loves to send you cute texts, asking you about your day and telling you how much he misses you. He will often start his texts with "How was your day, baby?" or "I miss you so much." He will also tell you to take care of yourself and to eat and rest. He knows that you are busy, but he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself. He wants you to be happy and healthy, and he will always be there for you. His texts are always full of love and affection. He will often use pet names like "baby" or "honey" to show how much he cares about you. He will also send you pictures or videos of himself to make you smile.

He will prepare a date with you, making sure that he doesn't mess up. Even though you've been together for more than a year, he will still be nervous. He will want to make this date perfect for you, and he will want to show you how much he loves you. He will start by planning the perfect location. He will want to take you somewhere that is special to both of you, or somewhere that he knows you will love. He will also plan the perfect activities, making sure that you will have a fun and memorable time. On the day of the date, he will be so nervous that he might even be shaking. But he will take a deep breath and remind himself that he loves you and that you will love the date. During the date, he will tell you how much he loves you and how lucky he feels to be with you. He will also let you hear a song that he created for you. The song will be a beautiful expression of his love, and it will make you feel so special. By the end of the date, you will know how deep his feelings are for you. You will also know that he is the one for you.

He will give you sudden hugs everywhere when he feels like he wants to. This man will be so soft only for you. Sometimes, he will hug you from behind when you are cooking in the kitchen. Other times, he will hug you from the front when you are sitting on the couch watching a movie. He might even hug you from the side when you are walking down the street. No matter where he hugs you, you will feel his love and affection. He will hold you tightly and squeeze you gently. He will whisper sweet nothings in your ear and tell you how much he loves you. You will melt in his arms every time he hugs you. You will feel so safe and secure, and you will know that you are loved. Changkyun is a soft-hearted man, but he is only soft for you. He is strong and protective with everyone else, but he is gentle and loving with you. He knows that you are his soft spot, and he cherishes you more than anything in the world. If you are lucky enough to have Changkyun in your life, cherish him. He is a rare gem, and he will love you unconditionally.

Every time he sees you, he greets you with his lovely smile and says, "Miss me?" He knows that his smile makes you blush, and he loves to see your face turn red as a tomato. Changkyun's smile is one of the things that you love most about him. It's so genuine and heartwarming, and it always makes you feel happy. He is a truly kind and loving person, and you are so lucky to have him in your life.

This man is smart, you will wonder how he can be so smart. He reads you like he reads a book. He understands you and all your problems really well. You don't need to hide anything from him, he'll know right away when you're not in good condition. He can tell when you're feeling down, even if you try to hide it. He can see the changes in your body language, and he can hear the changes in your tone of voice. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he always knows how to make you feel better. He is always there for you, no matter what. He will listen to you when you need to talk, and he will offer you his advice. He will never judge you, and he will always be there to support you. You are so lucky to have him in your life. He is a true friend, a loving partner, and a wise advisor. You can always count on him, and he will always be there for you.

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