#kihyun x reader

[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

[lubbuub]

request: kihyun and being eaten out and then squirting on his face??? 👀

2:34AM

you couldn't even think straight, let alone see, your moans were echoing throughout your shared apartment while kihyun devoured you, he couldn't wait to push those legs back and eat that pretty pussy, his face was buried in between your legs, while your hands struggled to push him back. he knew you were a fan at running, but tonight he wanted you to take it like the good girl you are. coming home from a late shift, the only thing on his mind was you. randomly getting hard throughout the day, the main focus was satisfy the both of you.

he inserted his fingers inside you, hitting at the spot you like over and over, his tongue swirling at your clit, his free hand making its way to hold yours as you ride out you high. nothing but high pitched screams escaped from you lips while your body uncontrollably shaked. his fingers still deep inside you, he pulled away "mhm cum for me baby" and just those words sent you over the edge, feeling that large knot in your stomach release.

as you come back into reality, trying to catch your breath, you lifted your head shockingly to see a very wet kihyun and a VERY wet bed, feeling the wet puddle under you, you knew what you've accomplished. wiping his face, a smirk appeared;

"lets see you do that one more time, but on this cock"

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

[taexual]

monsta x / fake dating

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

requested by @sweeticeream​​.

↣ shownu

frankly, you probably didn’t know hyunwoo well enough to ask him this, but he was the only guy friend you had (even if you only knew him for a little less than 4 months)

when you brought the idea of fake-dating up to him, he was very ?? about it

why don’t you just date someone (him) for real?

you regretted bringing this up as soon as you saw the confusion in his eyes

so you went into a whole frenzy, trying to justify your decision to fake-date, all so you wouldn’t come off as crazy as you felt

and after you started to explain it more, he got far too lost in the passion in your eyes, so he just said yes

sure, he’ll pretend to be your date to this family event in exchange for good food and great company

which meant home-made dishes and an endless stream of grandmothers, exclaiming “who’s this handsome young man?!” whenever he walked into the room with you

it was a nice ego boost and he got to hold your hand the whole night, which was nice, too (because you had soft skin, that’s all, no other reason whatsoever)

you weren’t worried about what would happen once the night ended because your family only got together once every decade

but by a stroke of disaster, four of your cousins (some of them twice removed; you’d never even seen them before tonight) announced they were getting married later this year

and, of course, they hoped you and hyunwoo would come to the wedding

the two of you smiled and nodded and acted in love

but as soon as the night ended, you told hyunwoo he didn’t have to come to any other event with you

there was only so much food you could bribe him with before you started to feel awful for dragging him here

but hyunwoo gave you a look and replied, completely seriously, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, i had a nice time tonight. your family’s great.”

that definitely made you feel less terrible when you asked him, “so you wouldn’t mind going to one of those weddings with me as my fake-boyfriend?”

you laughed as you said it, trying to make it seem more like a joke than a serious suggestion, so he wouldn’t feel bad about having to turn you down

but hyunwoo didn’t feel bad in the slightest when he said, “oh, no. i would mind.”

so, that was that, then

“oh, well, it’s okay. i told you, you don’t have to go with me—”

“i want to go with you as your actual boyfriend.”

yeah, fuck it. he may not have been able to look at you as he said it, but he didn’t really see a point to fake-date you when really dating you seemed like a much better alternative

↣ wonho

it was supposed to be mutually beneficial for you both

a classic let’s-pretend-to-date-to-make-our-exes-jealous plot

and then somewhere along the way, hoseok kind of forgot that this was supposed to be all pretend?

he’d keep on holding your hand even when it was just you two in the room

or he’d still kiss your cheek when he stood up from the couch to grab something, even though there was no one to prove a point to

and okay, at first, you didn’t realize there was anything wrong with that

but then you ran into your ex without hoseok around, and he asked, “so where’s your boyfriend?”

and you didn’t even care about the envy in his voice as you told him about how much hoseok had been working lately and how you hadn’t gotten to see him a lot

and there it was

the realization that you really cared more about spending time with hoseok than about making your ex jealous

god, it was so awkward bringing this up to hoseok, though

“so, hey, do you think it worked?” you asked him that same night once your conversation (sort of) turned to your exes

he wasn’t following, “what do you mean?”

cringing now, you tried to make this sound less childish, “well, you know. getting a reaction out of—”

“oh, that.”

silence

honestly, for a minute there, you worried hoseok was about to say that it had worked and that he was back together with his ex now

but then he just chuckled nervously and admitted, “honestly, i’ve kind of forgotten all about that.”

oh, well okay, but what does that mean????

your heart feels like it’s about to leap out of your chest as you wait for him to say something else

something that would, hopefully, make the state of your relationship a little more clear

but then hoseok just went, “so, how do you feel about ordering pizza tonight? my fridge is empty,” and that was it

so, yeah, idk, i guess you’re dating for real now? 🤷🏻‍♀️

↣ minhyuk

honestly, this was supposed to be just a joke

everyone always kept teasing you about how you spent so much time together, “it was time you started to date”

so minhyuk finally just shrugged, took your hand in his, and declared, “we already are”

it was mostly meant to make your friends uncomfortable

like, okay, they couldn’t stop teasing you about how close you were? then you’ll show them just how much closer you could be

but although your friends did squirm, and their teasing did turn into complaining within a few days of this

you felt like you were the one who felt the weirdest

because, fine, when it came down to it, maybe you did have a little crush on minhyuk

it was barely there, though!

you never even thought of it as a serious crush, you just found him attractive is all

but then he was suddenly glued to your side, always touching, always smiling and glancing over at you

and yeah, it’s definitely a crush now

and thing is, this doesn’t feel fake!

minhyuk went out of his way with the pda, all to make your friends cringe

but did he really have to call and text you every night before going to sleep just to say goodnight and wish you sweet dreams??

did he really have to remember every little thing that you’ve ever told him, even if you couldn’t remember saying it??

alright, to be fair, minhyuk realized he didn’t need to do those things, he was just taking full advantage of his position as your fake-boyfriend

and your friends’ teasing had not been baseless; clearly, there was something there between you and him

so, somewhere along the way, the fake dating seamlessly morphed into serious dating

your friends hadn’t even realized that “he’s my boyfriend” used to be a joke, but now you were no longer kidding

except, at times, when minhyuk was using his boyfriend status as an excuse to drag you to a yet another dreadfully boring event with him

he’d always use the boyfriend card

“how can you say no to me, Your Boyfriend™??”

and you’d always remind him, “well, technically, you never asked me out on a date, so i don’t know where you’re getting this from”

he’d give you a look and a sarcastic laugh

but he wasn’t too wounded by this because he was too busy wondering if you’d still say the same thing when he eventually used the “since i’m your boyfriend” technique to ask you to spend the rest of your life with him

↣ kihyun

okay, now, you weren’t supposed to start fake-dating

you just happened to be standing next to each other at a party when the guy who was relentlessly hitting on you the entire night, walked by and did a double-take

he stopped in front of you two, scratched his chin thoughtfully, and then said, very accusingly, “you should have told me you didn’t want to go on a date with me because you already had a boyfriend”

(really, you didn’t want to go on a date with him because he was a disgusting pig, but whatever gets him through the night)

and kihyun – who’s, really, more of a friend-of-a-friend than a boyfriend to you – was already opening his mouth to refute this

until you grabbed his hand and whispered a hushed, “why don’t we let him believe that?”

and you obviously didn’t mean that as a prank

kihyun could tell from the look in your eyes that you needed this guy to finally get lost, you weren’t just joking around

so he cleared his throat, got his hand out from your grip and placed it around your shoulders, bringing you closer

and then he stuck his chin out at the guy, “yeah, she has a boyfriend.”

partially cringing, you glared at the guy one more time – not that it did much; he was immune to all deadly looks – and he finally shrugged and walked away

you thanked kihyun, apologized, stammered awkwardly for another minute, and walked away, hoping to simmer in mortification somewhere else

preferably at a place where this cute boy, who just pretended to be your boyfriend, couldn’t see you

but, not even fifteen minutes later, your friends were collectively hitting you on your shoulders and back, all yelling over each other

you hunched over and took a few precautionary steps forwards to escape their assault, before giving them a bewildered look

“what the hell happened????”

finally, one of your friends gave you an explanation: “how dare you bring your boyfriend to the party and not introduce us?”

you were still staring at your friends with wide eyes, and you were genuinely starting to worry about the contents of their cocktails because they knew you didn’t have a boyfriend

“people just overheard you reject some asshole because you were here with your boyfriend,” another friend said. “they saw you hugging.”

oh. well

“he wasn’t—i was just—”

but you caught sight of the same asshole out of the corner of your eye, and, suddenly, you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to admit to lying

“yeah,” you ended up saying, a defeated sigh following shortly after. “he’s my boyfriend. i’ll introduce you later.”

“why don’t you do it now?” a voice asked, nearly making you jump out of your skin

kihyun – the king of showing up at the right place, at the right time – was smiling as he stood next to you

your friends, of course, proceeded to pounce on you (that’s how they show love)

and it took you another half an hour to get kihyun alone to ask him why, in the name of god, would he carry on pretending to be your boyfriend?

and he’s been so composed the whole night, but suddenly he’s an awkward mess

“i don’t know,” he admitted, “maybe that’s the only way i knew how to ask you out on a real date.”

you both knew that there were many easier ways to do that, but you had to admit two things

one, you kind of have no choice but to say yes now, since everyone already thinks you’re dating

and two, the butterflies in your stomach have been rioting ever since kihyun introduced himself as your boyfriend that first time, so it would be good for your health to go on a real date with him. you know, to stop all the fluttering and the shaking of your heart

↣ hyungwon

hyungwon got you into the fake-dating mess by accident

he’d been trying to impress his new manager because he felt like he really deserved a promotion

but no matter what he did, the guy seemed to hate him

and then one time during lunch, hyungwon happened to start a conversation about music, and he discovered that the manager was into the same indie band as he was

he milked the hell out of this, mentioning every obscure song he could remember, and he could almost see the points he was gaining with the manager

he even ended up being called up to his office at the end of the day

“this will sound weird, but are you seeing anyone right now?” the manager asked

hyungwon genuinely thought he gave off the wrong impression and even glanced at the sexual harassment awareness posters on the wall of the office

but then the manager explained, “i have four tickets to the band’s concert this friday. we could go on a double-date.”

and, because this was his promotion on the line, hyungwon stammered, “uh… yes, i am seeing someone… a concert sounds great.”

cut to you getting a panicked phone call from hyungwon several hours later, demanding that you cancel your plans for friday night and pretend to be his girlfriend to impress his manager

eh, you like the band anyway, and hyungwon was a good friend, even if you never really saw him romantically, so why not

but, like in any classic rom-com, after spending the night exaggerating hyungwon’s positive qualities (in a subtle way, of course), you came to realize that, huh, maybe you did see him as a romantic interest? kind of? a little bit?

it was just nice how he kept holding you all throughout the concert, so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd of people

and it was nice how he walked you home and checked on you even after his manager and his girlfriend had left the two of you alone

and it was also nice—alright, fine, you had a proper crush on hyungwon now

you assumed he’d done most of those things that night because he wanted to leave a positive impression on his manager

but then hyungwon got that promotion (the concert played a part in that for sure), and he invited you to celebrate at his house

and you showed up, thinking it was going to be a party for all of his friends, but it was just him, a bottle of wine, and two glasses

so you got worried that maybe you showed up too early, but hyungwon shook his head, “no, you’re right on time. wine?”

“uh… shouldn’t we wait for everyone else?”

“there’s no one else,” he said, his hands shaking as he unscrewed the cork. “it’s just you.”

oh, okay, then

now your heart was shaking and what-not, that’s great

“i wanted to thank you,” he said after he finally managed to pour wine into your glasses and onto the counter. “if it weren’t for you, i wouldn’t have gotten this promotion.”

“that’s not true, you’re a great employee and you deserve this.”

hyungwon appreciated you saying that, but he looked down and deflected, “you know, this promotion had been something that i was looking forward to for the past few months. until the night we went to that concert.”

you waited for him to continue, but his mouth was too dry, so he took a big gulp of his wine before he even finished the toast

(was this even a toast? oh god, he couldn’t understand what he was doing)

“t-that night,” he tried to continue, “i realized that i’m looking forward to seeing you again more than i’m looking forward to getting promoted. i was absolutely ready to go on a dozen more double-dates with you before i got that promotion.”

“i thought we’d have to do that, too, to be honest,” you interjected with a chuckle, alleviating the atmosphere slightly

“yeah?” hyungwon was glad to hear that. “i’m really, kind of, sad that we didn’t have to do that.”

quietly (because you didn’t dare to start drinking your wine yet, so you lacked the courage), you admitted, “me too.”

oh now he was positively vibrating and he had to set his glass of wine down as he braced himself

“why don’t we go on an actual date? no promotions to look forward to this time, just each other’s company.”

he looked like he was going to combust in three, two—

but you saved him by replying right away, “yeah. i’d like that.”

↣ jooheon

you and jooheon both wanted some peace and quiet when you went out with your friends, who all knew that the two of you were single, and kept setting you up with various people in the bar

so you suggested telling your friends that you both had already found relationships

“they’ll never believe it unless they see our partners,” jooheon pointed out

“okay,” you nodded, admitting the mistake. it only took you a second to come up with a better plan, though, “then how about we tell them we’re dating each other?”

he watched you for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed

“that is the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard,” he said then. “let’s do it.”

dumb or not, it worked

finally, you were able to relax, unwind, and get wasted on a friday night without being introduced to a new stranger every two drinks

it was a dream come true

and it worked like an excuse in other settings as well!

you don’t feel like attending another company dinner? “sorry, my boyfriend’s taking me out tonight, it’s our anniversary.”

jooheon hates his pretentious neighbour, so he needs an excuse to say no to his party? “sorry, got plans with my girlfriend this weekend.”

funnily enough, no one ever called either of you out on your bullshit

your co-workers had seen jooheon pick you up from work countless times

and all of jooheon’s neighbours knew you were the only person left who still had a spare key to his apartment (after a very unfortunate incident involving minhyuk, the notebook for jooheon’s lyrics, and a forgotten candle “for ambiance”, when jooheon was out of town)

nor you, nor jooheon had enough time for a serious relationship, and your fake-relationship never interfered with casual dating (since it all tended to end after one date)

so it was all fun and games

until your friends started asking, “so when are you going to propose?” and you realized this had been going on for a long time

jooheon, who was so used to his role as your fake-boyfriend, didn’t even skip a beat as he said, “when the time is right”

but the question rang in both of your heads for the rest of the night

when your taxi stopped outside of jooheon’s house at the end of the night, you got out with him because he was usually the type of drunk who could fall asleep in an elevator if left unsupervised

so, to save him the embarrassment – and also, to save you a trip back and forth between your houses – you tended to sleep in his guest room on friday nights

“you know what would be funny?” you asked him as the two of you took the elevator to his floor, “if we told our friends that we weren’t actually dating this whole time.”

jooheon chuckled, seemingly agreeing that this really would be funny

“you know what would be even funnier?” he responded, his speech still slurred from the alcohol. “if we actually started to date.”

you laughed, nodding, because that really would be even funnier

but then once jooheon was in bed and you prepared to head to the guest room, he suddenly grabbed your hand, stopping you

“so what time should i pick you up next week?” he asked

he never picked you up for anything, so you were understandably confused, “for what?”

“for our date,” he explained.

“oh, to pull the prank of the year?” you asked, chuckling. “first, we pretended to date, and then we actually started to date. but, actually, it’s all one big—”

“no,” jooheon disagreed, his eyes drooping, but his grip on your hand remaining firm. “this won’t be a prank. it’ll be a date. for real, this time.”

↣ i.m

he needed to get his family off his back (in the kindest way possible, of course)

there were only so many “it’s time for you to get married, why don’t i arrange a blind date for you?” a person could take

and you’d been his best friend for years, so hey, can you lend your friend a hand? you won’t even have to do anything

or so he said

you agreed because, according to changkyun, he’d just tell his family that you were his girlfriend, and you wouldn’t actually have to go to any dinners, or any parties whatsoever

how utterly and completely dumb this was!!!!!!

you run in the same circles, of course you were going to run into his family in town

their congratulatory hugs weren’t even the worst part (but it was still awkward, and you made a mental note to strangle kyun later)

the worst part was the “i knew you two kids would get together eventually!” comments

you felt like you were disappointing his family because you weren’t actually dating, and that felt a lot like disappointing your real family

it was crushing

you’d had such a good relationship with changkyun’s whole family, they were your second home

and now you were lying to them

so you didn’t think you were exaggerating when you sent changkyun a gentle “prepare to die” message once you managed to escape his relatives

he had a solution, though (at least, he thought he did)

“okay, so how’s this, then – we date for real?”

???????

he’d been your best friend for so long, you struggled to think of him as anything else

but it was also a defence mechanism in a way? you used to have the biggest crush on changkyun when you first became friends, so you needed to find a way to suppress these feelings

“changkyun,” you began seriously, “do you really think dating you would traumatize me less than my fear of disappointing your family?”

he watched you for a minute, the insult buffering, and then sent a pillow flying right at your head

“i’m saying i want you to go out with me, dumbass.”

you tried to duck, but still got swatted on the back of your head with the pillow as you asked, “why?”

he laughed humourlessly (and nervously) and then rolled his eyes, “gee, i don’t know, maybe because i don’t want you to feel bad about lying to my family, you sensitive wuss. or maybe because i genuinely have feelings for you, i don’t know.”

you were about to toss the pillow back at him, but then stopped

swallowing hard, you asked, “so which is it?”

“i can’t even breathe right now, which do you think it is?”

you were the one rolling your eyes this time, “can’t you just say it like a normal person, you asshole?”

“it’s already obvious, dimwit.”

“are you seriously only insulting me because you can’t tell me you like me? that’s lame, even for a nerd like you.”

he was groaning in exasperation at this point, “what else do you want me to do? you’re the most oblivious person i’ve ever met. and i don’t like you, you big idiot. i’m pretty sure i’m in love with you.”

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Kissing the Cook

Request: If I may make a request . . . 17, your bias is Yoo Kihyun (Monsta X)

Prompt:

17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.

Pairing: Monsta X Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"I'm not doing it," Kihyun said finitely, crossing his arms.

"You're definitely doing it," Minhyuk hummed, adjusting his collar in the mirror. He glanced over his shoulder at the ever so slightly younger member and smirked. "Get dressed."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Can and will," Minhyuk chimed.

Kihyun heaved a deep sigh before pulling himself up from the couch. Nodding to himself in reassurance, he looked to Minhyuk again. "Where are we going?"

"A place," Minhyuk said simply, spinning around. "How do I look?"

"Like a menace to society," Kihyun muttered. "But that's no different from any other day."

"Rude," Minhyuk clucked. Fishing his phone from his slacks, he began to type quickly. "No rush, but we have to leave in like ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?!" Kihyun whined. He looked down to his pajama bottoms and bleach stained shirt. "I need to shower."

"Sounds a lot like a you problem."

"A me problem that is rapidly becoming a you problem!" Kihyun pointed out. Stomping down the hall he cursed quietly to himself while he heard Minhyuk chuckling behind him.

"Nine minutes!"

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You held fast to your best friend's hand as she navigated you toward an ominous building. "Why have you been so secretive about this whole thing?"

"Me?" Mina squeaked, looking at you with innocent eyes. "Secretive? I don't know the meaning of the word!"

"You are chaos incarnate and your boyfriend is even worse," you grumbled. Choosing to snatch your hand from hers, your eyes began to roam the small information plate noting what businesses operated in the building.

"I take offense to that," she laughed. "Mostly for myself. Minhyuk is admittedly a goblin."

"Yah!" a voice gasped from behind the two of you. "I heard that!"

Spinning around, you were face to face with Mina's partner in crime AND life, Lee Minhyuk. They weren't the sickeningly sweet couple everyone expected them to be, but troublemakers in every sense of the word. They fueled each other's nonsense like no other and frankly it was exhausting even being in both of their presence at once.

"Baby!" Mina grinned, throwing her arms around Minhyuk's neck. She gave him a quick kiss before springing back again.

"Hey," he smiled, eying his girlfriend with every ounce of love in his body. Shaking himself from her spell, he looked toward you and grinned. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Hi, Minnie," you grumbled, rubbing your hand over your opposite arm. Third wheeling again, what a treat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat just behind Minhyuk signaled that you needed to reevaluate your previous thought.

"Sorry!" Minhyuk huffed as he sidestepped. With a smile, he motioned to the person who was standing at least ten feet away from him. "Kihyun is...here!"

Your eyes widened as you assessed the man that had been labelled as part of your group for the evening. The two of you had met informally many times before, but for some reason, the familiarity couldn't halt the butterflies springing to life in your stomach.

While you knew who Kihyun was and even a bit of his personality, you had never hung out with intention. Making eyes at each other across the table at game nights or eagerly eating whatever food he chose to prepare were the height of your interactions.

"Ahhh," you finally managed. "Hi?"

"Hi," Kihyun nodded politely. He glanced from you to Minhyuk and then back again. His eyes set on yours for only a moment, the contact making you instantly shy. Kihyun smirked before looking away, his ears turning a bright red in the process.

"Isn't this great?" Minhyuk nodded. "You're single. Kihyun's desperate. It's perfect."

"Hey!" Kihyun snipped, glaring at his friend. "I'm not desperate."

"He's not very self aware," Minhyuk continued in a hushed voice. "But he is very cute, isn't he?"

This caused Kihyun to roll his eyes. You tried to stifle your giggle as he motioned to the staircase leading inside the building. "Can we please do whatever it is we are here to do?"

"Yes, of course," Minhyuk nodded, pleased with himself. Launching forward, he grabbed Mina's hand in his and started charging up the stairs. Left alone with Kihyun, you gave him an exasperated grin.

Smiling in return, he stepped forward. "Sorry about him."

"Unnecessary," you laughed. "Let's catch up before we're left behind."

"Honestly," Kihyun muttered, looking over his shoulder in both directions. "That might not be the worst idea."

"I'm sorry, what?" you croaked. Sure, you hadn't expected to be dragged on a double date tonight, but you were kind of offended that he wanted to bail.

Laughing, he shook his head. "Who the hell knows what these two signed us up for. I think I have something better in mind."

..

"Can you tie this for me?" Kihyun asked, spinning around so his back faced you.

"Of course," you hummed, taking the strings from his hands. You had never realized how wide his shoulders were until you were up close. Chewing on your lip, you absently tied the apron as you eyed him from behind.

After consulting Google for the better part of your two block jog away from your friends, Kihyun had finally settled on bringing you back to the Monsta X dorm. He could cook you dinner with whatever they had laying around and you would be delivered to Mina as soon as the happy couple arrived back home. It had made all of the sense in the world.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins quickly subdued by the time you were perched on the bar stool in front of him. Now the nerves danced around in your body, trying to keep cool as you watched him cut vegetables.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" you asked, itching for something to do instead of sitting in silence.

"Uuuuh," Kihyun hummed, looking around the kitchen. His gaze finally settled on the task before him and he gave a short nod. "You know what, why don't you cut these?"

"Sure," you squeaked, instantly regretting your request. It wasn't like you were a bad cook, Kihyun was just much more proficient.

Hopping off of the chair and making your way to where he was standing, you were surprised as he took up a spot directly behind you. Lifting a spare apron over your front and dropping it at your neck, you felt his nimble fingers find the ties at your side. Remaining painfully still, you waited as he tied the fabric. Taking a short step back, he pointed around you at the knife you would need.

"Alright, take that one," he said, his voice a breath in your ear. "And we're going to want to cut this as thin as possible."

"Okay," you whispered, picking up the utensil with one hand and a clove of garlic in the other.

"We want it so thin that it'll essentially melt in the pan," he continued.

You nodded. Of course this made all of the sense in the world when it was coming out of Kihyun's lips.

Kihyun lips.

You grimaced as you cut the first slice of garlic much too thick. You needed to stop focusing on the cute boy leaning into you and the task at hand.

Proving to be the most difficult task in the world, your body nearly collapsed as Kihyun stepped closer. His firm chest settled against your back as he reached around you and took the knife from your hand.

"Watch," he said quietly, slicing it perfectly because of course he did. "Just like that."

Good God.

"Just like that," you croaked. You thought about swiveling around to address him, but instantly thought better of it. "Maybe I was more helpful watching you than actually helping."

You could feel his huffed laugh against your neck as he continued to chop. "You're giving up this easily?"

"Well, no," you said, now a bit embarrassed. "I think I may just be getting in the way though."

"Who said that's a bad thing?" he teased, closing what limited distance was between you. You tried not to choke on your own saliva.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" he asked, picking up another clove and beginning his ministrations.

"Wh-What?"

"That we were set up," he chuckled. "By two of the most dysfunctional people I think either of us have ever met."

You giggled as you attempted to remain calm. Where was he going with this?

"What do they know about other's compatibility?" he continued. His chin was basically set on your shoulder. You took a deep breath, lavishing in whatever spicy ginger cologne he was wearing.

"Well," you managed. "They certainly knew that they were-"

"The end of times?" Kihyun finished. "I'm convinced their love is going to bring forth the apocalypse."

"So..." you chuckled, trying to put on a brave face. "What do you think they were expecting to bring forth with our match?"

Kihyun paused. You could almost hear his gears turning as he set down the items in his hands. Leaning slowly back, you instantly regretted that whatever you had said caused him to retreat.

"Something...easy," he said, his voice suddenly gravelly. "Something they knew would work if they nudged us hard enough."

Hardly believing what you were hearing, you carefully spun to look at him. His handsome face was hard to read, but you definitely saw something there. The way his lips parted ever so slightly, the way his eyes searched yours...it was want. Kihyun wanted whatever this was.

"You...you'd think we'd make a good match then?" you squeaked, needing the confirmation.

Kihyun sniffed a short chuckle before reaching up. Grabbing you lightly by the back of the neck, his eyes delved into yours one last time before closing the distance. He kissed you fiercely, knocking you off balance. You were immediately caught and then boxed in against the counter behind you. Reaching to set a palm on the surface around either side of your hips, he licked at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Biting it softly, you didn't miss how tense he became when you offered up a whimper.

Tangling your hands around his neck and playing with the short hair at the back of his scalp, you were all fire inside. Before his body had even really touched yours, you were a match waiting to be lit. He knew exactly how to fan the flame.

"Idiot, you left your location on," you heard a familiar voice barge through the door.

Kihyun stopped kissing you and cringed. His body remained locked around yours, no intention of letting you go this soon.

"I can't believe you guys left! We were going to do a rage room and-"

Both Minhyuk and Mina stopped short as they walked into the kitchen. With matching expressions of shock, an awkward silence settled over the room.

Kihyun grimaced before burying his face into your neck and letting out a loud groan.

"We...uh," Mina began, her eyes darting back and forth. "We're just going to go anywhere but here."

"Yep," Minhyuk nodded, his eyes wide. "We'll let you kids get back to uh...whatever that was."

Turning on his heel, Minhyuk tugged Mina with him. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

"The bar is set extremely low then," Kihyun muttered before lifting his face up again. "You laughed as you reached up and rubbed your thumb over his jaw. "Now, where were we?"

#yoo kihyun #kihyun #monsta x #mx kihyun #mx #kihyun fluff #kihyun x reader #kihyun romance #kihyun fanfic #kihyun scenarios #monsta x fluff #monsta x x reader #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x kihyun #monsta x kihyun fanfic #monsta x scenarios #yoo kihyun x reader

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ merry go 'round ♡

♡ This request truly warmed my Monbebe heart. I'm so happy this darling requested this. If you happen to want to listen to the song you dance to together at your reception it's "Merry Go Round of Life" by Joe Hisaishi! ♡

Pairing: newlywed!kihyun x newlywed!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy smut...smutty fluff ♡

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, your nipples get a lil nibble, sex gets a bit rough, & that's about it.

There’s no one else but you… 

Twinkling lights and bundles of exquisite silk are draped from one pillar to the next in the courtyard of a chic art museum brimming with the people you hold dearest. Months of effort put in by a dedicated team of interior designers, florists, chefs, and endless others went into making it feel as though you were tossed into the happy ending of some fairytale. Only, this isn’t the end of anything. It’s the beginning of everything and, with his arms around you, as you float across the dancefloor to his favorite song, Kihyun can’t imagine the beginning of any story being more important than this one. 

As graceful and ethereal as you are in your wedding dress, he can feel the faint trembling of your body against his. He leans in closer to your ear, maintaining a charming smile for the cameras, “You’re shaking. Are you okay?” “Yeah, it’s just---I never thought I’d---” you stutter, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “And now we’re---married.” You exhale “married” like birdsong. Light, feathery, and peaceful. “We are. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts already” he teases, coaxing a smile out of you. “Shut up” you sniffle, a few tears streaming from your eyes.

Taking a tissue from his pocket, Kihyun pats your cheeks dry, careful not to smudge your makeup. It’s only now, staring into his starry brown eyes, that you notice he’s on the verge of tears too. A single tear breaks free for a brief second before you gently wipe it away, eliciting a wave of admiration from the crowd gathered to watch your first dance. Kihyun tilts his head back, trying his hardest to prevent another tear from escaping. “I said I wouldn’t cry.” You bring your arms from around his neck, manicured fingers cradling his cheeks, and kiss him. 

With his lips against yours, you tremble still, maybe even more so, at the sparks that fly between you. Sparks that always have and always will.

“I love you” he whispers between the warmth of your lips. A chill runs down your spine as his fingertips trace the arch of your back. The plush mattress embraces the pressure of your naked bodies dancing across it, your limbs entangled like vines climbing a polished stone wall. His tongue tickles the surface of your skin in search of the stiff bud at the peak of your plump breasts. “I---ah---love you too” you gasp at the sensation of him taking the bud between his lips, nibbling at it just enough to widen your lidded eyes. 

His left hand dips between your legs, delighting in the audible wetness of your pussy. “You’re so wet for me, baby” he hums, coating his fingers in your arousal. They sink into your core and you can hardly help the noises you make as he pumps them in and out of you. You spread your legs wider, desperate for more, and he adds another finger. “Kihyun---baby---mmm” you whine, riding his fingers until you feel his knuckles flush against you. These past two weeks leading up to the wedding have been so hectic that you haven’t had the time to be alone. And now that you are… 

“I need you. Need to taste you” he says like a wish---a prayer---curling his fingers to feel the tightness of your walls. Propping himself up with one arm, he lifts off of you enough to glimpse the decadence streaming from your slit onto the hotel’s satin sheets. How unfair, he thinks, that it’s your wedding night and they got to taste you before he did. But it’s his turn now. Your nipple springs free from his lips, his spit still glistening on the swollen, tingling bud. He kisses his way down your stomach, stopping to let his mouth hover above your aching clit.

Your nails comb through velvet strands of his short hair, hips lifting to get closer to the friction you crave. Kihyun slips his fingers out of you, slathering your juices between your folds before he spreads them to fully expose your clit. “Mmm, missed this so much” he groans, his mouth descending upon you with an insatiable hunger. There’s nothing inside of you and yet you catch yourself clenching, sharp moans between short breaths letting him know when he hits just the right spot.

“Oh my god. Oh---fuck---yes. So good” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head from how well he slurps you down. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive nub and you’re gripping his hair tighter, body trembling the way you did in his arms only a few hours ago. You’re a classical instrument that he knows how to play with such precision that the tension inside of you is already building. You lift his head away from you, staring down lovingly at the face of a man intoxicated by the taste of you, “Fuck me and don’t hold back, okay?” 

No sooner than the words “Fuck me” leave your lips is he kissing you again, his cock thrust into you so deeply that you’re pinned to the bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as his rhythmic thrusts overstimulate your pulsing core. The way you can feel him---the way he feels you---is so complete. So satisfying. There isn’t an inch of him, not a single vein pumping blood along the shaft of his thick cock, that you can’t feel drag against your walls. Soon your legs collapse and you’re coming so hard around him that your ears are ringing. 

He hooks a thumb into your mouth, keeping your jaw open to hear you cry out his name. “Ki---uh---ki!” It’s incoherent but so beautiful. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he throws your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you harder every time. “Fuck” he hisses, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches, pumping you full of his seed until it’s flowing down your thighs. He collapses onto you and your arms are around him again. As you come down together, the tremors in your bodies calming, he takes deep breaths, inhaling your scent swearing that there’s no one else---no one at all for him---but you.

#kihyun x reader #monsta x x reader #kihyun x you #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x x female reader

[seungkwansphd]

fighting fire

pairing: kihyun x reader wordcount: 6.7k summary: you’re more than happy to tag along on your friends’ lake trip when a spot opens up, but the host is out to get you. 8am hikes and full days of activities? no, you have a book to read! genre/themes: sunshine/grumpy, enemies to lovers(ish), smut-adjacent? (m&f solo masturbation), outdoors/camping themes, lots of starship cameos, mostly plot, acts of service kihyun.

a/n: welp all I want is romantic buildup these days. oh well @wavelikewhat​ i hope you enjoy!!! :D

    You groaned as the car continued to drive over the road to the cabin. You had been hoping to get some sleep on the way in, but no such luck. The location was deep in the woods with a single, unpaved road as the sole access. With every divot and rock that the vehicle bounced over, your prospects of sleep slipped even further through your fingers.

“How much longer until we’re there?” you asked of Shownu, who was driving.

“GPS says 20 more minutes?”

“So close yet so far,” you groaned, shifting to look out the window.

    As grumpy as you were about the drive, you had to admit it was beautiful out here. Dense woods surrounded a beautiful lake and the cabin was supposed to be right on the water. Jooheon had roped you into this trip at the last minute, after Naomi had had to cancel and you were glad for the opportunity but also not super looking forward to having to meet new people. You probably knew 4 people in total that were on the group trip. Jooheon and Shownu, of course, and Hyungwon and Dasom were among your close friends. Outside of that Jooheon had mentioned a few names that you recognized, but only barely.

“There it is, I can see it!” Jooheon started shouting excitedly as Shownu took a sudden right turn.

“Whoa,” you gaped appreciatively. You hadn’t really been sure what to expect from a cabin in the woods, but it far exceeded your imagination. It was constructed of a beautiful, dark wood with fine detailing and a large, brass weathervane and matching hardware. “It’s gorgeous.”

“I’m so glad we have rich friends,” Jooheon chuckled, hopping out of the passenger seat after Shownu had parked.

“Ahhhhh!” Shownu let out a loud yell in the general direction of the lake as he stretched.

“It smells great!” you smiled as you stretched your legs as well.

“I thought I heard Shownu,” Dasom waved delightedly as she ran down the stairs. “You made it!” she wrapped you into a hug before moving to greet the other boys. “Honey, you look big! Have you been working out?”

“Sure have,” Jooheon nodded proudly, flexing comically as Hyungwon finally emerged from the cabin as well.

“You made it,” he waved tiredly, looking as if he’d just woken from a nap.

“Is everyone else here already?” Jooheon asked as he walked towards the back of the car to unload bags.

“Yep, ”

“Ah, ok ok,” Jooheon nodded, loading Shownu up with the bulk of the luggage.

    You grabbed your own backpack and followed the group in through the front door. Dasom was moving to show you to your room when an impossibly smiley face popped into the hallway.

“Ah! You must be YN! So glad to meet you, drop your things off, we have a packed agenda!”

“A-ah, this is Kihyun,” Dasom filled in the gaps, seeing your blank face.

“Oh yes, sorry! I’m Kihyun, welcome to my family’s lake house!”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly, understanding this enthusiastic host personality a little better.

“So yes, please set your things down and we’ll get moving soon!”

“Can I…not?” you asked. “I’d rather just get some sleep here, if that’s okay?”

“Oh, um…” Kihyun’s face fell at your unexpected admission. “I guess that’s fine?”

“Awesome,” you gave him a half-hearted thumbs up before poking Dasom to show you your room.

    Kihyun’s lips pursed as he watched you walk away. It had been a long time since someone had turned down one of his vacation agendas. People always had a good time!

“I’m so tired!” you exhaled as you flopped down onto the bed.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone here?” Dasom chuckled as you rolled yourself up in blankets. “We might be gone for a while, Kihyun usually packs a pretty full day of activities.”

“Even better,” you rolled your eyes, “I’m a rest and relaxation type of person, so probably best to keep me away from him.”

“Oh, uh, haha, sure!” Dasom suddenly grew awkward.

“What?” you narrowed your eyes at her.

“Nothing!” she laughed, but you knew your friend better than that.

“Tell me or I’ll show Hyungwon the pictures of when you cut your own bangs in middle school,” you threatened. Not that it would achieve anything, Hyungwon liked Dasom simply too much.

“We actually thought you’d like Kihyun,” she finally admitted.

“That guy?” your eyes swiveled back and forth, trying to make the math math.

“You two are actually kind of similar, but whatever!” she laughed, “We can keep you apart, if that’s what you want.”

    You nodded shortly, waving her off to Kihyun’s activities. As you drifted into sleep, you found yourself thinking about this Kihyun. What kind of sick freak would torture everyone by not alloting the first night of a vacation to unwind and decompress?

…

“YN-ah?” Dasom knocked quietly on your door as she peeked in. You seemed to still be deep asleep, but she didn’t want you to miss dinner. “YN?” she called again, slightly loud and was relieved when you started to stir.

“Yea?” you turned to her, haired slightly fucked up on one side and eyes still puffy.

“We’re gonna eat dinner. I just wanted to check in and see if you want to eat now? Or I can set something aside for you.”

“I’ll come now!” you nodded, rubbing your face vigorously to wake up. You raked your fingers through your hair a few times, but it wasn’t like there was anyone to impress anyways. “What are we eating?” you asked through a yawn as you followed Dasom.

“We’re grilling over the fire!”

“Oh great! We’ll have to make sure it’s fully out before we go to bed, though.”

“Yes yes, our fire safety manager,” Dasom rolled her eyes at you. 

“Hey, I am not trying to die in a cabin fire this weekend!” you sniffed indignantly. Fire safety was no joke!

“Oh, you’re up! Come sit next to me,” Jooheon gestured at you excitedly. You took the open seat happily. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, the bed is very comfortable. Plus I was exhausted.”

“I told you, you need to stop working so hard!”

“It was the end of the quarter, I couldn’t help it,” you shrugged, glancing around to see what was on the menu. You were a little disappointed to see it was almost all fatty cuts of meat. Trying to be subtle, you checked around for perhaps some vegetables or even a stray mushroom, but no such luck.

“Oh great! You’re next to me! I’m excited to get to know you more,” Kihyun’s annoying voice grated on your nerves as he returned to his chair at the fire pit.

“Oh great,” you laughed sarcastically, but Kihyun didn’t seem to catch it.

“Wait, YN, do you know everyone?” he asked suddenly.

“Ah, shit!” Jooheon slapped himself comically. “I forgot to do intros!” he shouted as he stood up. Going around clockwise, he named every person and how he knew them.

“Ah, those that are new to me: nice to meet you all,” you laughed, “Thanks for letting me tag along!”

“The more the merrier!” Minhyuk raised his glass jovially.

“Did you sleep well?” Kihyun asked as he grilled strips of pork belly over the fire.

“Yes. Thanks.”

“Good! You missed out on a fun day, though.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. You knew you were being a bit rude, but you just didn’t have much to say to him.

Kihyun smiled into the fire as he tried to understand why you seemed to dislike him so. As the host, it was his job to make sure you had a good time, but his attempts so far had been rebuffed. No matter, he could press on. As things finished cooking, he doled them out to the hungry group.

“Ah, thanks,” you smiled weakly as Kihyun placed pork belly into your bowl. You nibbled at the meatier bits of it, but ended up tucking the majority of it under your rice.

“Did you not like the food?” Kihyun couldn’t help but ask later in the night after noticing that you’d primarily eaten banchan and rice. He truly was perplexed by you.

“No, no!” you shook your head, surprised at his crestfallen expression. “It’s not your cooking! I just-…I don’t really eat fatty cuts of meat. It’s a texture thing.”

“Oh, I see! I'm so sorry, Jooheon didn’t mention. I would’ve gotten something else for you!”

“It’s fine,” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. His need to people please irritated you for some reason. “You don’t really have to do this ‘host’ thing for me. I’m just here. I’ll be fine.”

Kihyun blinked at you. His confusion about you now had a streak of irritation running through it. Why would you not want him to be nice to you?

“Kihyun, what’s on the docket for tomorrow?” Hyungwon asked. His arm was slung around Dasom’s shoulders, which made you smile uncontrollably widely.

“Let’s meet downstairs at eight for coffee and breakfast. Morning walk around the lake, then we can make lunch and decide on what to do in the afternoon/evening.”

“Eight…AM?!” you clarified with a concerned look on your face. “Is there a reason we can’t walk around the lake later in the day?”

“The bugs get pretty nasty as it warms up,” Kihyun shrugged simply.

“Ah,” you nodded, of course they did.

“That works for me,” Shownu shrugged, and the rest of the group agreed. Hyungwon didn’t even protest, which surprised you.

“Sounds perfect,” you gave Kihyun a big thumbs up, which earned you a chuckle and an eye roll.

“I’m about ready to turn in, what should we do for clean up?” Jooheon stood from his seat.

“If you can take all of the dishes in, I can take care of the rest.”

“I’ll put the fire out!” you volunteered, jumping out of your chair.

Kihyun looked at you in surprise. This was the most enthusiastic he’d seen you so far, and it was about putting out the fire?

“Fire safety is important,” you clarified, seeing his odd look.

“No, I agree,” he nodded prudently, “I just- nevermind.”

You shrugged and turned to put out the fire. With a poker, you pushed apart the already waning coals. The flames dimmed to a soft glow.

“Is there water I can use to put this out?”

“Yes, but you’d have to carry it down from the cabin.”

“Ah, okay. I’ll just wait for it to burn out,” you shrugged. The fire pit was a medium distance from the cabin and you didn’t really feel like carrying buckets of water to and from.

Kihyun nodded, busying himself with other cleanup tasks. When he was satisfied with the state of things, he turned his head towards you. Your expression was soft in the dying glow of the fire pit’s light. At least softer than any you had graced him with. Kihyun couldn’t help but feel frustrated for a moment. Even though he knew he didn’t have to be and you had even given him permission not to be so worried about playing host, he couldn’t seem to let it go. He was so used to being the entertainer and it irritated him that you weren’t responding to him positively. He felt a strong desire to break through your shell.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” your voice broke through his thoughts after feeling his gaze on you.

“Sure,” Kihyun shrugged, moving to take the seat next to you, “But I’m going to anyway.”

“You’re dead set on annoying me, aren’t you?” you scoffed, moving one seat to the right to reestablish the space between you two.

“Seems so,” Kihyun smirked.

“How do you know Jooheon anyways?” you found yourself curious.

“We went to high school together.”

You nodded. That was simple enough. You poked the last few embers again, willing them to go out quickly as you observed Kihyun in their last wisps of light. Like all of Jooheon’s friends, he was handsome, but there was something about Kihyun’s handsome that almost made you mad. His jawline was too sharp, his nose too perfect, and his smile too beaming. You didn’t trust anyone who looked like that. And then he wanted you to like him, too? No such luck. You were being unreasonable, of course, but you could just say you had ‘incompatible personalities’ and call it a day.

“Are you satisfied that the fire is out?” Kihyun’s voice punctured the darkness. You had been so busy being frustrated about his perfect face that you’d forgotten the task at hand.

“I think so,” you nodded, making a show of poking the ashes a few more times before standing.

“Here, take my hand. There’s a few roots that you might trip over on the way back.”

“I’ll be okay, I’ll just walk behind you,” you shook your head, grabbing onto the back of his windbreaker gingerly.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, leading the way back to the cabin. Even in his sleep, he could probably make this walk back without stumbling, but he had been right about the roots. You had managed to make it about two thirds of the way before your toe caught a gnarled limb and you fell face first into Kihyun’s back.

A small ‘oop’ was all he heard before he felt himself being bowled forward. He managed to catch himself with his arms, but you landed fully on his back, forcing him the rest of the way down to the ground.

“I told you!” he found himself chiding you. He wasn’t really mad, but he was startled by your warmth suddenly pressed flush against his back and his pent up irritation with you from earlier snuck through in his tone.

“Sorry!” you shouted, floundering slightly as you tried to get yourself off of his back. Your palms first contacted his shoulders and the warm firmness startled you. Trying again, you placed your hands on the ground between his ribcage and biceps and pressed up. Your knees slotted in between his and you managed to get upright without falling back onto him.

“Okay, I’m up,” you dusted yourself off as you stood. You reached down, extending a hand to him without thought to pull him up.

“None of this would’ve happened if you would’ve just taken my hand earlier when I offered it.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” you saluted him mockingly. If someone had asked, you would have had no earthly explanation for why you’d decided to say that, but you found that you really enjoyed seeing Kihyun riled up.

    Kihyun cocked his head slowly at you as you made the rest of the way back to the cabin without him. His tongue poked in his cheek as he tried to keep his cool. You had no idea how much you were testing him.

…

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jooheon teased as you shuffled into the kitchen. In a court of law, they’d really have a field day determining whether you were legally awake or not.

“Coffee?” a cheery voice offered. You turned to see Kihyun smiling brightly, a mug outstretched towards you.

“Thank you,” you regarded him suspiciously. You didn’t trust people who were bright and cheery in the morning, but it wasn’t enough to keep you from caffeine.

Kihyun raised an eyebrow as he turned back to his own mug. Accepting the coffee was at least some sort of progress, right?

“Honey,” you meandered towards Jooheon, leaning into him tiredly. “Is this morning walk going to be worth it?”

“Yes, so drink your coffee and wake up!” he insisted.

You narrowed your eyes at your friend before taking a sip. Wait. Your head swiveled to Kihyun before swiveling back. This was an incredible cup of coffee! Increasingly suspicious.

“You’re really not a morning person, huh?” Minhyuk teased as he walked towards Jooheon.

“Not even on my best day,” you shook your head sadly. “Worst part is I’m not even a night owl. I’m just tired all the time.”

Minhyuk laughed at your forlorn expression. You finished your coffee as the group slowly cycled in and out of their bedrooms, getting changed for the day and ready to go. Before long, everyone was booted, suited, and walking out the door.

“So YN, what is it that you do for work?” Minhyuk asked, having decided to get to know you today.

“Ah, I work in finance for an apparel company! How about yourself?”

“Oh interesting! Any specific type of apparel?”

“No, we kind of make everything,” you laughed.

“I see! I’m an art preparator at a gallery.”

“Okay! Now that’s interesting!” your eyes widened. “Did you study to go into that?”

Minhyuk nodded, eager to tell you all about his career path. In his excitement, he looped his arm into yours as you walked, attracting a curious glare from behind.

Kihyun couldn’t help but feel irritated. For all your standoffishness with him, you seemed to be interested in Minhyuk just fine. Initially, Kihyun had posited that you were introverted or shy with new people, but this piece of evidence poked a good sized hole in that theory.

“You okay?” Hyungwon nudged him gently, seeing the deep folds between his eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah!” Kihyun shook his head, trying to empty it of thoughts.

“It’s a nice day out,” the taller man remarked.

“Very,” Kihyun agreed. Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his eyes from admiring your silhouette from the rear. How annoying.

Hyungwon smirked, unnoticed by his friend. When Dasom had said you two were similar, she had been right. Unfortunately, stubbornness was one of those shared traits.

“What’s the plan for the afternoon?”

“I was planning to make a grocery run into town. People can join if they want, otherwise they can relax here.”

“Didn’t you just pick up groceries on the way in?”

“Yes, but it turns out I’m missing a few things,” Kihyun shrugged.

“Okay, well, I’m not going.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t counting on you,” Kihyun rolled his eyes at his friend.

…

“Kihyun’s back!” Jooheon shouted excitedly as you lounged in a hammock. As you read your book, you could hear the crush of tires over gravel.

“Do you need help?” Shownu asked.

“Yes, but there’s not much, so you’ll be enough,” Kihyun waved off the other helpful faces that had turned towards him.

You shrugged, that worked for you just fine. You had found this hammock in one of the closets and after the unexpected difficulty of finding two appropriately distanced trees, you weren’t sure you would get out until the trip was over. You had grabbed a blanket, tucked in with your current romance novel, and the slow burn was burning, so you were cozy as could be. You were in the middle of kicking your feet and squealing over the protagonists when Jooheon rudely interrupted you for dinner.

“Are you reading one of those horny books again?” he asked, trying to take a peek at the words on the page.

“No! It’s  just a romance!” you tugged your book away from him indignantly. “They’re in love!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed at you, pulling at the hammock, “Come on it’s time to eat!”

“Oh, really? It’s that late already?”

“Yeah, but you were too wrapped up in your porn to notice!”

“It’s not porn!” you yelled indignantly, threatening to thump him over the head with your book.

“What’s not porn?” Dasom asked curiously as you neared the table.

“The book she’s reading.”

“It’s not-! All of you shut up,” you shook your finger sternly at the table, drawing a few laughs.

“We’re all adults here,” Minhyuk laughed before leaning towards you conspiratorially, “So what kind of porn is it?”

“Jesus Christ,” you cursed. Jooheon’s friends were just as bad as he was. “I’ll be the first to admit that, yes, I do read spicy books, but this one isn’t! They’re in love but they just don’t know it yet,” you sighed dreamily.

“Boring!” Minhyuk clicked his tongue before moving into a different subject.

    Kihyun watched the exchange with interest. He was surprised at the ease with which you admitted to reading erotica. He was still irked at the rapport that you had so quickly established with Minhyuk. But most concerningly of all, he was in disbelief at the way his breath had caught in his throat seeing you smile, starry eyed, thinking about your book. He needed to get a grip.

    As Minhyuk steered the conversation elsewhere, you took a look at the dinner offerings on the table. You had expected much of the same as last time, but were surprised to see triangle kimbap and kimchi jjigae set out.

“Oo!” your eyes lit up with delight at the sight of some of your favorite foods. You waited just enough time to be deemed polite before digging into one of the kimbap. “Oh!” you gasped in delight upon realizing that it was stuffed with pepper tuna. This was definitely in your top five favorite foods.

“Isn’t it good?” Dasom smiled at you. “Kihyun’s a pretty good cook.”

“Did you make all of this?” you turned to Kihyun, slightly alarmed. “Nobody helped?”

“You all seemed busy or were relaxing. Plus nothing was too difficult,” he shrugged.

“But you cooked two nights in a row. You should at least enlist some of us to help,” you grumbled, now irritated at how good the food tasted.

“Most of these friends are a disaster in the kitchen,” Kihyun chuckled, “Easier just to do it myself.”

“Ah,” you opened and shut your mouth. You had almost volunteered to help him cook tomorrow, but thought better of it. God forbid you ended up stabbing him in frustration.

    Dasom held in a giggle as she watched you munching on your kimbap. Your face was screwed up in such intense concentration that you might as well have been deriving calculus equations. You had always been so stubborn.

    For the second night in a row, you found yourself on fire pit duty. Standing authoritatively with your poking stick, you made yourself useful by stoking the flames and feeding the fire until people were ready to turn in. For the second night in a row, you found yourself stranded in dreadfully romantic lighting with Kihyun, who gestured vaguely about possible bears and refused to leave you alone.

“Dinner was good tonight,” you couldn’t help but fill in the painfully awkward silence.

“Oh! Good,” he was surprised, lips curling up at you with pleasure.

“Spicy tuna kimbap was my favorite snack as a kid,” you recalled with a smile as you broke up a few medium sized coals.

“Mm, Dasom told me,” Kihyun answered through a yawn.

“Sorry?” you blinked, eyes flashing to him in confusion.

“You hardly ate anything yesterday, so I asked her for some ideas on what you would eat. I know everyone else’s preferences pretty well, already,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“I-,” your thoughts stuttered for a moment. “I told you don’t have to try so hard to play host to me!”

“I’m so fascinated as to why you are so resistant to me just being…nice to you.”

“It’s not that, I just…” you trailed off. To be honest, you couldn’t explain the irritation that Kihyun seemed to inspire in you. You thought so hard, trying to scrounge up reasons, that you didn’t notice your poking stick falling into a pile of ashes until it was too late. “Oh shit!” you jumped, surprised into action. Hovering your hand over the fire, you discerned that it was cool enough for you to retrieve, but not without covering your hands in ash. “Oh god, what a mess,” you chided yourself, trying to see how dirty your hands had gotten in the dim lighting.

“YN!” Kihyun all but shouted as you leaned almost too far forward and your hair threatened to dip into the glowing embers. Without a second thought, he scooped your hair up into one hand and pulled you back with the other.

“Oh shit, thanks,” you looked up at him in surprise. “Ca-can you tie my hair up? I have a hair tie, but my hands are covered in ash,” you offered your wrist to him.

    Swallowing, Kihyun nodded, letting your hair fall back down as he fiddled with the hair tie. Grabbing you by the wrist, he turned your palm to face the ground as he pulled the hair tie off with his other hand. Your heart started pounding loudly and unfortunately it did not get any slower or quieter as he moved to pull your hair back up. Gently, his fingers raked along your scalp, gathering your locks into a relatively neat bundle. You managed to reign in the soft moan that wanted to leave your lips, but you couldn’t do anything about the flush that spread across your cheeks and neck.

“Your hair is soft,” he remarked as he pulled everything into a ponytail and you shivered slightly. Out of disgust for his wildly unnecessary statement, of course, and not because his breath had whispered against the nape of your neck.

“Okay, thanks!” you cleared your throat aggressively as you jumped away from him. What the hell was going on? Without a second thought for fire safety, you rushed back into the cabin, needing to distance yourself from this insufferable man immediately.

Kihyun couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he finished putting out the fire. He really couldn’t explain why he felt so affected by you, but he was relieved to see that he didn’t seem to be alone in it. Even if you insisted on fighting tooth and nail against it, you couldn’t take back the reaction you’d just had because he’d been there to see it himself.

…

“Raining again?” you looked sadly at the soaking hammock through the window. This was the second day in a row!

“Yeah, according to the forecast it doesn’t seem like it’ll let up all day,” Dasom shrugged.

    You briefly toyed with the idea of a walk in the rain. You had packed a rain jacket and your boots were water resistant. You had managed to avoid Kihyun successfully yesterday, but you weren’t confident that you could work that magic two days in a row. You read a few more pages as you let the idea marinate.

“I’m going out for a walk,” you stood up suddenly after two more pages, announcing to no one in particular.

“In the rain?” Hyungwon seemed concerned.

“I like the rain!” you insisted, pulling your rain jacket and boots on hurriedly before rushing out the door.

You exhaled with relief as you stepped into the rain. You’d been honest when you’d told Hyungwon that you liked it. The way the air smelled and the feeling of raindrops hitting your hood was reassuring. In the rain there was no Kihyun and no hair tie, so you could finally think straight. Pursing your lips, you decided the trail around the lake could use another lap.

…

“How long has YN been out?” Dasom asked Hyungwon, slightly concerned.

“Maybe forty minutes or an hour?” he wondered, trying to remember what time it had been when you had rushed out so unceremoniously.

“An hour? That seems like a long time, doesn’t it? What if something happened!”

“What’s going on?” Kihyun picked up on Dasom's slightly panicked tone.

“YN left to walk in the rain, possibly up to an hour ago. I’m just wondering if I should be concerned.”

“She went out in this rain?” Kihyun found himself worried. Normally he would be concerned about wild animals, but they would be largely deterred by the rain. No, today he was more worried about lightning posing a safety hazard.

“Do you think we need to go look for her?” Dasom asked, waiting for some sort of cue from Kihyun on whether she should panic.

“No, I don’t think it’s anything to be too worried about. I might just go take a look for myself,” Kihyun decided. He had just pulled on a waterproof jacket when the front door opened.

“Dasom, I need help!” you laughed uncontrollably as you poked your head in.

“Are you okay?” she rushed towards you hurriedly.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’m just all muddy,” you laughed, gesturing to yourself. You were, indeed, covered in mud. During the last quarter of your walk around the trail, you had taken quite a slip in a small dip in the trail. “Will you grab me a towel and a change of clothes? Don’t want to track all of this into the house,” you explained as you peeled off your rain jacket.

“You can just come in,” Kihyun suggested as he handed you a towel. “We can clean up the mud.”

“No, I’m truly covered, I’ll change out here,” you insisted, peeling off your wet shirt before accepting the towel to dry off your face. You were so singularly focused on getting dry that you did not register how exposed you had become in front of Kihyun.

“Here’s a shirt and shorts!” Dasom appeared, pushing Kihyun away as she handed you the dry clothes.

“Thank you!” you smiled, pulling the shirt over your head. It took some finagling to change into the shorts, but before long you were acceptably clean and dry. You bundled up your wet clothes to take to the laundry and gave it one last shake before entering the cabin.

“You look like a wet dog,” Shownu remarked. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve assumed the statement was meant to offend but it was Shownu.

“Thanks,” you rolled your eyes at him as you walked across the open area.

“Wet dog my ass,” Kihyun grumbled under his breath. He had seen entirely too much of you while you were busy peeling off your wet clothes and that had been a grave misstep.

…

    Kihyun exhaled sharply as he laid in bed. There was something wrong with him. He had seen plenty of people more naked than you, so this really shouldn’t be bothering him! Unfortunately for him, he now knew exactly how you were shaped and that in turn meant he could imagine what you might look like over him, under him, and try as he might, he could not get these imaginations out of his head.

    Grumbling, he flipped back onto his back, kicking the sheets off. It was too hot. It was pouring cool rain outside, but somehow it was way too hot in this room.

    Kihyun squeezed his eyes shut. He was really trying not to give into his baser urges, but the erection pressing at the front of his boxers seemed to demand otherwise. He exhaled deeply, pushing whatever guilt or other hangups he had out of his head as he reached down, cupping himself through the thin fabric. Even this slight self stimulation was enough to provide some relief and his head lolled back as he palmed himself, hips pressing up for more pressure.

“Fuck,” he panted, his other hand dancing across his chest and over his collarbones, his mind drawing up images of the way your lips might nibble across his skin and the way they would most assuredly curl up at the corners when you heard his desperate sounds.

Kihyun growled roughly, having had enough of this self inflicted torture. He pushed his boxers down his hips and kicked them off. He grasped himself fully, using his leaking precum to lubricate himself as he thrust desperately up into his fist. Groaning, he fully leaned into the fantasy of you over him, meeting his thrusts. He fabricated the way your brows would pinch together as you held onto him for support. The way your lips would form a sweet ‘o’ shape as you gasped and clutched at him desperately. There was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to make you cum, hard, for him. He was well past a lost cause at this point.

“Shit!” Kihyun cursed as his balls tightened, signaling a quickly pending release. His abs tensed before he emptied himself onto them. He swallowed hard. He really hoped the rain would let up soon so you all could have another meal outside. Fire pit duty seemed to be one of the only times that you would tolerate being alone with him.

…

    Your eyes widened as you flipped to the next page of your book. Perhaps you had been wrong…this book was, in fact, getting spicy. You squirmed and your eyes flitted to your suitcase briefly before they continued down the page.

“Yeah! Yeah,” you sighed after trying to talk yourself out of it. You placed your book facedown on the bed and hopped down.

    You commended your own foresight as you pulled your vibrator necklace out of a small pocket of your suitcase. You tossed the chain to the side before settling back into bed and picking up where you’d left off. The book was shortly abandoned as your hands and mind took over.

    Flipping onto your back, the fingertips of your left hand trailed, featherlight, just above the waistband of your sleeping shorts. Goosebumps broke out across your skin and you cupped your breast with your right hand, squeezing firmly. A desperate little moan punctured the silence as you sank into the mattress, eyelids pressing shut.

    Your mind wandered back to the book. The male protagonist had just been wedging his leg between the female lead’s thighs, hand at the base of her throat, pressing her firmly into the mattress. You sighed, ah, to be either of them. Your left hand slid down to tease gently at your inner thighs as your right hand searched out the vibrator in your sheets. Flipping it on, you teased yourself, very briefly, by trailing it along your sternum and downwards.

“Oh,” you shuddered as you finally brought it to your clit. Rubbing insistently through the fabric of your shorts, your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as you ground your hips up against it.

You let out a confused gasp as Kihyun’s eyes, lips, and hands flashed through your foggy mind. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, but you were not quite present enough of mind to stop. If anything, your hips sought out the vibrator even more and your mind betrayed you as you fully imagined Kihyun snapping his hips into you. The way he’d smirk at the sounds that you made for him and the way you’d clutch at him, needing more and more.

    You let out a moan that was somehow both reluctant and desperate as you came intensely to the thought of him. It wasn’t until the post-nut clarity had settled in that you had the decency to be embarrassed. What the hell had just happened?

…

“Ah, I’m so glad the rain finally let up! I missed eating outside!” you bounced on the balls of your feet happily.

Kihyun couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he watched you setting up the fire. Obviously, he didn’t think that you put the same amount of meaning on your firepit interactions as he did, but he had accepted that he had lost at least part of his mind over you.

    You were trying so hard not to look at Kihyun between stacking logs. Your confusion over his appearance in your self care activities last night had evolved into a knob of guilt and you knew you would not be able to look him in the eye without telling on yourself. Instead, you overly immersed yourself in firepit duty.

“Did you sleep well?” Dasom asked you kindly, not knowing that your sleep last night was a very touchy subject.

“S-super normal and good sleep,” you gave her a thumbs up with an awkward smile. Luckily for you, you were a bit of a strange person to begin with, so Dasom didn’t actually think too much of this.

    Kihyun’s eyes narrowed at you. Was he truly delusional now or did he actually see a slight brush creeping up your neck?

“What about you, Kihyun?” Hyungwon echoed his girlfriend’s question. “Sleep well?”

“Good and normal,” he couldn’t help but use your own words to tease you. He commended himself for not copying your thumbs up even though he desperately wanted to.

    You scowled, warmth creeping even further up your neck.

“Do you need some wood?” Minhyuk asked, eyeing the fire.

“Excuse me?!” you balked at his phrasing.

“Hah! Haha, oh god, I’m sorry! I just…I didn’t think that through,” he laughed as his auditory processing caught up to his mouth.

“When are folks planning on heading out tomorrow?” Jooheon asked of the group, changing the subject.

    You didn’t really listen as folks rattled off their expected departure times. One more night. One more night here with Kihyun was all you had to get through and then you’d never see him again. You could do this.

    Kihyun watched as you poked the fire, clearly lost in your own thoughts. Jooheon’s comment was a sobering reminder that, indeed, you only had one more night together. One last opportunity to either act on this desire that now sat heavy in his gut or to just let things go and allow this opportunity to slip through his fingers.

“You’re gonna put the fire out again?” Jooheon pouted as he stood to go to bed. You nodded at him, giggling at his typical antics. “Okay, well don’t forget we need to leave tomorrow by 11am at the latest. If you don’t make it, I’m leaving you here with Kihyun.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Kihyun’s voice cut through the cool night’s air.

“I’d walk into the lake and never come back out,” you glared at Jooheon.

“Alright, good night you wonderful delight,” he rolled his eyes at you before walking inside.

“So did you have an alright time on this trip?” Kihyun asked after a solid chunk of silence watching you from across the fire. He was leaned back in his chair, finishing off his beer.

“Why do you care so much whether I enjoy myself?”

“Is it so impossible to accept that your pleasure is important to me?”

    Your eyes widened a fraction of a hair at his phrasing. You were fabricating things, right? You were just on edge because of last night. Kihyun became inordinately pleased as he watched your expression. He had been right, you were blushing just a little.

“You don’t have to babysit me again. At this point, I can make it back to the cabin by myself. No tripping, I promise.”

    Kihyun stood, placing one hand into his pocket as the other grabbed his empty beer bottle.

“If you really want me to go, I will leave,” he spoke, his voice tinged with something different and new.

You met his gaze as he looked down at you. The light of the fire may have been waning, but you could see desire there, clear as day. It was so clear that you had to look away for fear of acting on it. Your heartbeat grew louder and faster as you listened to him step towards you until he was standing directly in front of you. A finger snuck under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Tell me you want me to go inside, and I will.” His final offer. You swallowed.

“No,” you breathed, eyes glued to his. His expression softened with relief before he pulled you up to your feet. A soft exhale punched through the night air before his lips met yours.

    Kihyun kissed you in a way that was almost laughably in character. He was firm, insistent, and thorough. He gripped your jaw securely and poured into you in a way that you were simply unaccustomed to.

“The fire,” you objected, pressing against his firm chest.

“Fuck the fire,” Kihyun groaned, pulling you back towards him.

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When the night is over, where are you going?

It’s a simple arrangement, really. There’s a mutual understanding that no love is involved so there shouldn’t be any sadness when the two of you part. Emphasis on shouldn’t. Though Kihyun knows that neither of you have any romantic obligations toward each other, he does hate the way that he can’t ask you to stay for anything longer than a couple hours. It’s not like he wants you to stay the night because he wants to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to your beautiful face then make breakfast after some tender and slow morning sex. 

Absolutely not. 

That would be crossing into territory that both of you know better than to explore.

Kihyun just hates that as soon as the two of you finish the deed, you run away from him like the two of you weren’t good friends prior to deciding to add some fun benefits to your relationship. You were like Cinderella, running off before the clock hit midnight and always leaving something behind as if you were asking him to chase after you. 

But tonight, he was going to try and keep you around for as long as possible. Even if it was just a few seconds longer than usual.

“We’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny?” You tease Kihyun, albeit a little breathless as his lips press light kisses along the expanse of your chest. At the sound of your words, you feel his lips curve into a subtle smile against your skin. Peeking up at your face through his lashes almost demurely like the gorgeous human he was, Kihyun notices how radiant you managed to look with your makeup streaked and smeared in your post orgasm haze. Just the sight of you in your current state made his cock twitch as it remained buried within your sensitive pussy; pulsing ever so slightly around his length as you were trying to calm down. You lost the energy to keep your legs wrapped around Kihyun’s waist a while ago, but it seems like he’s unphased by that and intended on making himself a home between your spread legs anyway.

“You just feel so good.” Kihyun murmurs in response. His kisses had finally wandered up along your neck and jaw until his plush lips were gently brushing against yours as he wondered if kissing you during sex like this was an act of intimacy he could engage in with you. Not even five minutes ago, he had filled you with his seed; why was there so much debate on whether or not he was able to kiss you on the lips just because of the nature of your relationship?

Before Kihyun could fall victim to his habit of overthinking, the sensation of your walls easing up on him and making it possible for him to move again grounds him back into the moment. Sitting up straight and creating some distance between the two of you, fingers clad in silver rings are digging into the meat of your thighs as he pulls your lower half flush against his hips. As your body slides against the sheets toward him, a small yelp of surprise escapes you at the aggressive action.

The first few thrusts start off slow, but incredibly deep; making your eyes roll back as you feel Kihyun fucking his previousload deeper into you and it’s almost like a knee jerk reaction for you to throw your arms around his shoulders to satiate this overwhelming desire to be close to him once more. Your walls once again start to clench around him trying to hold him in place however it only encourages Kihyun to pick up the pace as a countermeasure to the way you just kept sucking him back in. 

“So cute,” He comments with a sly smirk as he starts to piston into you. “It’s almost like your pussy doesn’t want me to leave.” 

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You groan out, feeling your face start to heat up in embarrassment which prompts you to shyly avert your gaze elsewhere.

It was as clear as day that Kihyun had some stake over your body if every time he called you to come over and fuck, you would literally drop what you were doing. A measly kiss from him was literally all it took to ignite the flames of lust and get you hot and bothered for him. 

But of course, that was something you wouldn’t admit to out loud; the physical reaction he was able to elicit from you should have provided him enough gratification.

However, when it came to you Kihyun tended to become a bit greedy. Being just friends stopped being enough at one point. Then sneaking around having quickies whenever you saw each other at social events didn’t cut it. Currently, Kihyun was in the process of deciding what to ask of you next since having you come over to hook up on the regular was slowly starting to feel stale. Not because the sex was getting boring, the sex itself was amazing, but there was just something missing from the relationship.

The rough thrusts keep coming as Kihyun loves the way your body responds to it. In the moment, it warms his insides with this sense of pride knowing how much you loved the way he fucked you. From the way obscene moans you can’t control pour from your lungs and how you let out little whimpers of his name to the way your tits bounce with every snap of his hips against yours or how your eyes watered whenever you were about to cum; it was all the encouragement he needed to fuck you until the sun came up. When you dig your nails into his shoulder blades the same time he changes the angle of his thrusts, the tip of his cock pressing against your g-spot, it’s like a nice extra treat to him.  

“A-ah, fuck!” You cry out, squirming about and whining as Kihyun’s hips move rapidly with precision; continuously stimulating that sensitive spot within you until you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Through your slightly blurred vision and your hazy brain, you can see Kihyun looking down on you with a smug grin on his face. 

He knows you’re gonna cum again. And he knows your orgasm is building up significantly faster than the last few he blessed you with. He even knows that you’re trying oh so hard to stave off your climax; your body could never lie to him.

“Cum for me.”

Three simple words posed as a demand is all it takes for you to come undone again, your nails raking across Kihyun’s flawless skin and leaving bright red scratches in their wake. Your walls clamp down on his fat cock for the third time tonight, trying to milk for all its worth; but Kihyun’s desire to be with you just a bit longer outweighed his want to cum. 

You hope that Kihyun isn’t too far behind and he’ll finally give you a break. But his movements are relentless and don’t seem to falter one bit despite your pussy desperately trying to hold him in place as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your head is so clouded, it’s hard to get anything out besides broken moans and whimpers. Struggling to find the words to express what you wanted, salty tears stain your cheeks as the sensitivity really sets in; but it barely registers in your mind that you’ve started to cry as you can only focus on the sensation of Kihyun rearranging your insides. Every drag of his cock against your walls sends you stumbling toward another fast, mind-numbing crescendo of bliss. 

“Is it too much for you, baby?” He leans in just to whisper into your ear, grounding you back in reality. You’re suddenly aware of the soaked sheets beneath you. The lewd squelching sounds paired with the sound of Kihyun’s balls slapping against your ass fill the room like some kind of sinful white noise. It’s all so erotic and stimulating, it becomes very clear as to why you filtered the sounds out of your mind. 

“Answer me.” He commands you as one of his hands leaves your thigh to find your clit, the pad of his thumb pressing against the small bundle of nerves and causing your inner thighs to involuntarily tremble every time he applies pressure.  

“Just hurry up and cum.” You whine, feeling your eyes to start to water again. Even in this state of being lust drunk, you know that the words you just uttered aren’t going to do it for Kihyun. “Please, cum inside.” You hastily add on. 

It wasn’t often that you begged for Kihyun. You knew he had a weakness for it but you rarely exploited it to your advantage; even if the little devil on your shoulder constantly encouraged it. 

The movement of Kihyun’s hips fall out of rhythm and become more erratic as your words seem to be enough to push toward the edge. As worn out as you were, watching Kihyun on the brink of an orgasm was something you could never tire of. Head tilted back with soft groans falling past his plush lips as he gets closer and closer until it’s like a dam bursts within him. The most melodic moan leaves him as hips stutter, filling you up with his cum once more. And much to your surprise, watching him orgasm was enough to make you climax for the last time tonight; perfectly in time with the moment you felt the first spurt of his seed splash against your walls. 

Your plans to make a hasty getaway were shattered as you remained under Kihyun, letting yourself be completely carried away by the waves of your intense finish. Finally pulling out of you after what seemed like eons, Kihyun lays down and fills the space on the mattress beside you. A quick glance at the clock on his nightstand lets him know it’s half past one in the morning.

With how tired your body was, you didn’t feel like moving too fast but the mere action of you trying to sit up prompts Kihyun to reach out to you and pull you in to cuddle with him. The layer of perspiration that once covered both your bodies had now dried down to this sticky atrocity, and factoring in the mixture of your cum and Kihyun’s cum decorating your thighs, to say you were uncomfortable would be an understatement. Wriggling out of his hold, you quickly get up into a seated position but remain in the same spot on the bed.  

“What are you doing?” You question him, feeling equal parts confused and annoyed by the clingy behavior he’d been exhibiting all evening. 

“Stay the night with me.” He tells you like it was the most simple thing in the world. 

But it wasn’t.  You could admit that there were some things that you did that blurred the lines of your relationship. Just like how right now, Kihyun was doing something that made the agreement more difficult than it needed to be. It was mutually agreed that if things strayed outside of those boundaries, your only two options were to try and sort it out or call it quits. Yet the two of you just loved to dance around those fine lines and see how much you could get away with before things came crashing down. 

“You know I can’t do that.” You respond as you finally get up and start searching the floor for your clothes.

“We have a relationship based on sex. You think having sex all night is too romantic?” Kihyun laughs, getting up as well and walking over to his dresser to pull out a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants then quickly throwing the garments on. 

As you pick up the pieces of your outfit you had been wearing before it was hastily pulled off your body upon arriving, Kihyun’s words cause you to freeze in place; taking a moment to not only process what he said, but also think of how to respond. He laughed, so it makes you think he’s joking for a bit. But you also know that he loves to give you a hard time and joke with you as an attempt to lighten the mood during touchy situations. 

You dwell on what he said a bit longer as you take time to redress yourself before you turn around to face Kihyun; finding him stripping the sheets off of his bed.

“I think...” You start off slowly, trying to piece together the ideas in your head. “You secretly want the intimacy of having me as your girlfriend but there’s something holding you back from pursuing a real relationship with me.”

For a minute, you think you have Kihyun figured out. Then you realize you know you have him figured out because prior to this, you considered him your best friend. He wasn’t just a hot stranger you met somewhere and decided to pursue a physical relationship with. You knew every detail of all his past relationships, why they didn’t work out and what standards he had set for future relationships. Despite knowing a bunch of fun facts about him, how he reacted in certain situations, you couldn’t figure out exactly what it was that hindered him from dating you.

“Nice try, but that’s not it.” He scoffs, sounding like he was trying to convince himself of something more so than you as he busied himself with getting new bedding out of the storage closet and dressing his bed in fresh sheets.

You did know that he would deny what you said; which is exactly why you were reluctant to voice your thoughts out loud.

“We used to be friends, you know?” He reasons, continuing to avoid looking at you while he shoved one of his pillows into a clean pillowcase. “You’re always in a rush to leave like you don’t wanna hang out with me if we’re not fucking.”

There aren’t any lies in his statement. In fact, it would be an even bigger, fatter lie to say that you actually did want to hang out with him as just a friend after how intimate the two of you were. In your defense, it felt like it should have been obvious why you couldn’t stick around like he wanted.

Rather than try to explain to him why you felt the way you did since you know...Feelings weren’t really a part of your arrangement with him, you bid Kihyun goodbye and see yourself out without another word. 

Even if the night ended on a slightly awkward note tonight, Kihyun would call you again. You would end up in his bed. And the two of you would have this conversation over and over until one of you realized that things could not continue like this if you truly wanted to keep seeing each other in any shape or form. 

Until then, the single bobby pin you left behind this time would suffice as a conversation starter for when he wanted to see you again.

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tw: implied drunk sex and thus no explicit consent. if that bugs you, skip this.

Prompt: “I’m not saying it’s your fault. I’m just saying I’m probably going to blame you for it.”

You looked at Kihyun, mouth dropped open as the brief urge to smother him with one of his fancy pillows washed over you like a clap of thunder. “You’re joking, right?” You gestured at your naked bodies covered by a single white silk sheet. The rest of the bedding was on the floor. “This clearly isn’t my bed.”

He folded his arms behind his head with a thoughtful look. “Yeah, but everyone knows you’re a horny drunk. It’ll be easier to understand how this happened.”

“This” being the ache between your legs and stickiness on your skin. No doubt there’d be marks on your neck and collarbones to match. “Do they have to know? We could just pretend—”

The world tumbled and suddenly you were looking up at Kihyun’s face, mouth set in a frown, with a dark, heated look in his eyes. “Just because we didn’t mean for this to happen doesn’t mean it was never going to.” He spoke firmly as his fingertips traced your jaw to your bottom lip. “They know how bad I have it for you. Just like they know how much you want me. Sure, everything’s a little jumbled up, but we can roll with it…right?” His gaze dropped to your lips as his voice dropped to a murmur. “Baby, please. Don’t take this away from me. Waking up next to you is all I’ve ever wanted since we met.”

The huskiness of his voice flowed through you, warming you from the inside out. If he was offering, you wouldn’t deny the chance. Gently cupping the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. The first peck was gentle and filled with affection. The ones after it slowly revealed the need that had likely led to you two giving the Uber driver just Kihyun’s address. As he pulled the sheet from in between your bodies and parted your thighs with his hips, you had to agree with him. Being with him like this with that look in his eyes—this was bound to happen, anyway.

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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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happy birthday texts

monsta x wishes you happy birthday

warnings mentions of kissing/making out (minhyuk, hyungwon), lots of pet names, mention of food (wonho, minhyuk, hyungwon, joohoney)

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A Room of Three

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x Reader x Lee Minhyuk

Genre: Smut

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

Rating: R

Word Count: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lubbuub]

2:12AM

a late night instagram with fans sounded like a good idea to kihyun, especially after the recent concert they finished. somehow, someway you made it into his hotel room, hiding away from staff and managers. sitting behind the camera you watch him interact and answer all type of questions with monbebe, but you felt a little bored…

nothing wrong with a little fun right?

your foot made its way underneath the table, placing it right on his member, his eyes slightly widen, forgetting he was still on live. the comments asking if he was okay, or if he seen a ghost. “i’m fine guys, just a fly in the room” he moved his seat back giving you the warning to wait “get off live” you mouthed. he gave you the finger to wait a moment, but you couldn’t with the limited amount of time you have in his room.

you quietly slipped underneath the table, your hands sliding up his legs, startling him. his eyes shifted down, locking eyes with yours as your fingertips made their way to his waistband. you reached into his pants and pulled out his solid rock dick, licking the precum from his tip. the gasp he let out was immaculate but he quickly pulled himself together forgetting once again he was on live. “everyone im okay, no need to wor-r-ry” you took him into your mouth bobbing your head up and down.

“fuck..” he whispered, still reading the comments. he tried his best to interact, occasionally bucking his hips up to hit the back of your throat.

your slurping noises became more and more noticeable, at this point you didn’t care if he or even you got into any controversy. he grabbed a handful of hair, pushing you straight down on his cock making you choke and gag around him. “guys i think i’m gonna call it a night, it’s getting late and you all need rest” he ended his live abruptly, knowing he was going to have to address it at another time.

“now you” yanking your hair to get you off, you gasped for air, almost dying from his cock deep down your esophagus. “table now. bend that ass over and i don’t wanna hear a peep either got it.” he demanded pulling you from underneath the table.

#monsta x #monsta x smut #kihyun #kihyun x reader #kihyun smut #kihyun imagine #hyungwon #jooheon #minhyuk #changkyun #monsta x drabble #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader

[witherednotes]

Kinktober Day 12

Sex Toys — Kihyun

pairing; kihyun x f!reader

genre; smut

word count; 876 words

warnings; dom!kihyun, sub!reader, use of sex toys (vibrator and dildo), orgasm denail, light hair pulling, slight manhandling, slight breeding kink, praising, marking

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To be honest, you really don’t know what is making your body hotter. Was it the way Kihyun looked down at you, eating your messy state with his gaze or is it the never ending buzz on your bundle of nerves that he hasn't taken away from you for what feels like ages. Was it the way he smirked at your squirming figure or was it the silicone that he moved ever so slowly inside of you.

All of those things made the blood in your body boil. Blush covered your skin with a lace of sheer sweat making you glisten under the light. Your strands were sprawled on his pillow from the amount of struggling you need to go through.

“Don’t you just love it, darling?” His eyes didn’t leave your swollen core. One huge sweet smile painted on his face, such a contrast from all of the scenarios in his head. “Do you love me doing this to you?”

You could only answer him with a rapid nod. Head unable to make up a word, making your mouth to just let out countless whines and mumbles. Your hips moved slightly, getting closer to the toys in hope for them to get you closer to your high. Again.

“Greedy baby wanted more of my toys, hm?” He pressed the wand harder to your clit as he moved the silicone dildo faster.

Your screams echoed through the walls, your back arched to the ceiling. Your sight blurred as your eyes started to prick with tears. “I– I’m close, Ki.”

Kihyun tilted his head to you. He fake pouted before pulling both toys back, making you whine at the sudden loss. “You did earlier, though. Isn’t it ain’t fair for you to cum on this lifeless object more than you do on my cock?”

“No, no, I– Want you please. Want to cum on you.” You’re just spitting every word you can make at this point.

Kihyun giggled as he looked at you pleading. He put the toys beside you as he stripped his clothes off, “And my princess will get whatever she wants.”

Once he’s as naked as you were, he grabbed your waist to flip you on your hand and knees. Your whines were muffled by the sheets as he teased his tips on your entrance. Butterfly kisses were left by him on your shoulder blade as he pushed into you in one push. Moans and groans merged together as your warm walls wrapped him tightly.

“I’ve fucked you with that toy yet you’re still this tight– Fuck.” He bit the skin where your neck and shoulder met, making a mark to bloom there.

Your mind went fuzzy as he kept thrusting into you at a fast pace. Sounds of skin slapping filled the room, making a rhythm for your moans. He then snaked his arms to your waist, pulling you up so your back rested on his chest. The change of position made you gasp as you threw your head back to his shoulder. He used the moment to leave kisses on your cheek and the corner of your lips. His free hand then laced with your strands, using them to guide your face to look at him. He connected both of your lips, making you moan into each other’s mouth.

You pulled back as Kihyun’s kisses went down to your neck. He left more trails of reds as he kept thrusting into you. Your eyes are closed, head still thrown back giving all the access Kihyun needs. Your hand grabs his who rested on your waist, glad that he held you up when you know you could just fall forward in this state.

And as if making your knees weak with his thrust isn’t enough, you could hear a faint sound of buzzing again before a shock ran through your body. Kihyun pressed the wand to your clit again. You yelp at the sudden stimulation, body almost giving up at an instant. You felt his breath fanning your skin as he moaned. He himself could feel the vibration as well as he glided the wand on your bundle of nerves.

“I’ll cum if you keep clenching like that, darling.” He growled in your ear as he felt your walls basically milking him.

“W-want to be filled. Please, Ki– Kihyun, Kihyun–” His name fell from your lips like you’re casting a spell.

“Cum now, baby. Cum now and I’ll fill you good.” His hips thrust in a more brutal pace. Teeth nibbling the shell of your ear as he kept pressing the vibrator to your heat.

With everything combined, you came without warning. Your body trembled in his grip as the tidal waves crashed. You’re flying to cloud nine, head dizzy filled with fuzz. Kihyun came right after you. He pushed this tip as deep as he could before he painted your walls white. His breathy moan filled your hearing as you tried and catched your breath.

He then quickly moved the toy away, pulling himself out of you before putting you down slowly to the mattress. He left pecks of kisses all over your face, making you giggle at his gesture. “My good girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

#witherednotes kinktober #kinktober 2022 #monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios #kihyun smut #kihyun scenarios #yoo kihyun smut #yoo kihyun scenarios #kihyun x reader

[ocean-ai]

Day 4: Daddy - Kihyun

Pairings: Kihyun X female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3,296

Warnings: Dom! Kihyun, Daddy kink, oral (male and female receiving), creampie at the end lol

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“Thank you for inviting me tonight. This is really fun,” Changkyun said as he handed you a drink from the bar. You saw Minhyuk the bartender smile at you when he noticed you and you wondered if Kihyun got him hired here. He sure was good at what he did.

You took a sip from the drink he got for you; it was your favorite cocktail. Changkyun knew you so well. Which, you expected since you two had been friends for so long. “Of course! I’m glad you’re having a good time.” You looked over to see your other good friend, Jooheon dancing with someone on the dance floor. “Looks like Jooheon is too.” You remarked.

Changkyun looked over and chuckled, his best friend was always doing something. “Where’s your man? I thought I’d see him tonight.” Even though Changkyun was one of your closest friends, he still hadn’t met Kihyun yet. Kihyun was always busy with his work, so he never really had time to meet that many of your friends. His work was the nightlife, so he didn’t do much during the day.

You sighed and saw him talking to Hyunwoo about something before Hyunwoo walked away. “He’s most likely networking for the next club opening he has in a few weeks. It’s okay though, we can still have some fun!”

For the some of the night, you were talking, dancing, and having a good time with Changkyun since Kihyun was busy working his way through the club, mingling, and networking with other promoters and club owners. You kind of wanted to make Kihyun jealous, but he wasn’t a jealous man so that plan probably wasn't going to work out.

You enjoyed going out and being in the clubs, but it becomes boring when you’re sitting around waiting for your man to pay attention to you. It was nice having Changkyun around, you felt like you were actually able to enjoy yourself. It was also fun to be with Changkyun; you hadn’t seen him in what felt like ages since he was busy with his own work. You could tell he was having fun and letting go of some of his daily stresses.

Soon enough, Jooheon had called over Changkyun because he wanted him to meet the person that he had met that night. She was quite pretty and both of their type. You wondered which one of them would end up with her. You knew how your friends were; they were very good-looking guys and girls were attracted to them like magnets.

After a little while by yourself, it looked like Kihyun had said goodbye to Hyunwoo, who had left with his fiance. She didn’t look too happy. You liked her, but she was a bit wild for you. She was the opposite of Hyunwoo’s calm demeanor, but you could tell Hyunwoo loved her anyway.

Finally, Kihyun had found you at the bar, sipping on another cocktail and talking to Minhyuk. "Would you care to explain to me who that guy was earlier, Y/N?" Kihyun asked you after he had just seen you laughing and giggling with Changkyun. Kihyun wasn't a very jealous man, but he definitely was not happy to see you acting like that with someone that wasn't him. Once saw you with the other man and he could feel himself getting taken over with jealousy.

You shook your head. "Babe, it was just Changkyun. He's an old friend that I invited to the opening tonight.”

"An old friend? Yeah, right. We're going home. Now." He grabbed your arm and dragged you to his car. He opened the door for you before slamming it, slightly startling you. What had gotten into him?

You had never seen your man jealous like this before and you weren't sure if you should be worried, or excited. You saw him get in the driver's seat and he sped off without saying a word to you. You noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Had you made him that mad? You were just talking to a friend, but it must have looked different to him.

The car ride was silent with the exception of the car engine. You wanted to say something to him, but you were already home. He turned the car off and got out without saying a word.

You opened the door for yourself and followed your man to the front door. He let you in before he slammed the door behind him and locked it. Startled, you stood still in front of him. You didn't know what to do or say; you were afraid to say the wrong thing, but also kind of wanted to rile him up.

He walked up to you, barely leaving any room between you as he stood inches above you. The feeling of his warm breath on your neck made you nervous; his expression was unreadable. His usually soft features were hard and a little unrecognizable.

You wondered what he was going to do next as he intensely stared at you. His eyes were clouded with jealousy and something else you couldn't place. Was it...lust? No, it had to have been the jealousy, right? You weren't sure, but you definitely wanted to find out. “What are you gonna do, Kihyun?”

His jaw clenched as he stared at you before he leaned down to plant a rough kiss on your lips. He placed his hands on your hips as his legs started to move. You stumbled backward until you reached the wall behind you; your lips still attached. His grip tightened on your hips when he pulled away from you, breathing heavily. He looked you up and down before his eyes met yours and gave you another rough kiss.

Kihyun wasn't exactly thinking straight, considering how he had just seen you flirting with some other guy. He didn't know what else to do, so kissing you roughly and passionately seemed like the best thing to start out with. He knew he had to make sure you knew who you belonged to. He pressed his body against yours as he deepened the kiss, you needed to know that you were his. You felt his crotch rub up against yours and you whimpered into your kiss.

You did nothing to fight him off since you enjoyed it when he took control like this. His dominance was so sexy, something you always liked about him. In fact, it was driving you wild, you liked seeing this side of him. Kihyun was a pretty dominant man in bed, but he’d been a little bit more lax with you. Now he knows he shouldn’t have been.

He pulled away from you again and he said to you, "You're mine and no one else's, got that? I didn't like seeing you with what’s his name. You should only act that way with me and only me, Y/N."

Stunned, you nodded your head. “Y-Yes, Daddy,”

"Good girl," He praised, smirking at you. He soon went straight to your neck and peppered your skin with nips and kisses. You moaned out when you felt his tongue flick over a fresh hickey.

He reached behind you to unzip your strapless dress as he kept up his kisses. It fell to your ankles, and he pulled away from you to look at your almost naked body. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned your body. You looked so delicious to him; he was ready to take you that very second.

He moved his lips to the top of your chest, then down to your covered breasts. He reached a hand up to remove your strapless bra, and that also fell to the ground. He brought his lips down to your nipple and sucked on it while his hand massaged your other tit. Endless moans came out of you, and it encouraged him to do more.

He flicked his tongue out and your nipple hardened. You tangled your fingers into his dark brown hair and tugged slightly, causing the blood to rush down south. He loved it when you pulled his hair. He pulled away from your nipple, undid his tie, then switched to your other nipple. He gave it the same attention and you were moaning out his name over and over.

He pulled away from you, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. You watched him as he removed his suit jacket and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. One by one, each button was undone as he stared at you, eyes fucking you.

You could hardly keep yourself together as your handsome man stripped in front of you. The sight alone was enough to make you explode, but you did your best to control yourself as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He knew just how badly you wanted to touch yourself while watching him strip. He didn't wear an undershirt, so his torso was bare and you were dying to touch him. He’d been working out and you were able to see all of his hard work.

You reached your hands out to touch his chest, but he grabbed your hands before they could reach his body. You looked at him confused when he smirked at you. He let go of your hands and picked you up over his shoulder. "Oh, Kihyun!" You giggled. He smacked your ass as he walked towards the bedroom. “That’s not my name, baby.” He said before spanking you again.

You moaned again, “Yes, Daddy.”

You heard him chuckle before he kicked the bedroom door with his foot and laid you down on your big bed. He removed his shirt and began to unbuckle his pants. You trembled with anticipation as his pants fell to his ankles. He kicked them off, leaving him only in his skin-tight boxer briefs.

He crawled on the bed and hovered over you. He went back to kissing your neck as his hand found its way to your covered center. You moaned at the feeling of his hand there. He began to rub you through your panties and you couldn’t stop the moan that came out of your mouth. Kihyun smirked against your skin, loving that he had this effect on you.

He pulled away from your neck and trailed his tender kisses down your body. He kissed each nipple once before his lips traveled down to your hips. Your breathing was uneven as he slowly pulled your cute panties down your legs.

He teased you by lightly kissing the inside of your thighs. He bit your thighs, leaving marks on them before he reached your center. "Mm, you're so wet for me, baby." You moaned at the feeling of his hot breath on your core. His arms were under your thighs, putting your legs around his neck before he dove in.

Kihyun slid his hot tongue on your wet slit and you moaned loudly. He smirked to himself before he gave your throbbing clit attention. He loved making you scream and squirm underneath him. Whether it was his dick or his tongue, he had to make you move around somehow. He kissed and nibbled at your sensitive bud, causing you to grip his hair tightly. He groaned against you and the vibration on your pussy made you scream. He really did know how to eat you out.

He did circles around your clit and you bucked your hips. He stuck his tongue in you, and you were squirming underneath him. His strong arms held down your hips as his tongue went as deep as it could inside of you. Your uncontrollable moans excited him, and his erection became more strained in his tight underwear. He knew he needed relief soon.

He moved his mouth back up to your clit and sucked on it lightly. You threw your head back into the pillows as you screamed, “Daddy!” You tugged on his hair as he relentlessly licked and sucked your clit. He didn't plan on stopping until you came at least once from his tongue, but he preferred it when he used his cock on you.

He licked your slit and clit one last time before pulling away and wiping his lips of your juices. You pouted at him and watched him as he rose up to his knees, you knew exactly what your man wanted. You lifted yourself up and bit your lip as you looked at his body.

You put your arms around his shoulders and kissed his lips, neck, and chest. You kissed along his collarbones, leaving a small mark of your own. Kihyun looked at you with narrowed eyes, but all you did was smile at him. Your hand traveled down his body and to the top of his boxer briefs. His breathing hitched when he felt your hand massage him through his underwear.

Your lips were getting lower on his body, and you felt him twitch in your hand. You kissed his hips before you pulled his underwear down, and his erection sprang free. Kihyun’s naked body was a sight to behold; he was like a work of art. His hard cock was dripping with precum and it looked delicious.

You looked up at him and gave him a quick smile before you wrapped your lips around his now pink and swollen tip. He groaned and put his hand in your hair, tugging slightly as you took more of him in your mouth. You placed your hand around what didn’t fit and started to pump him slowly. Your saliva and his precum make his cock slick and easy for you to please him.

You moved your tongue and hand at a very slow pace, just to tease him. You looked up at his face and his eyes were shut tightly as he enjoyed the way your tongue felt on him. His grip tightened on your hair, and his hips bucked slightly.

He moved his hips into your mouth, trying not to fuck your face, but he also wanted to a little bit. You moaned around his cock, so he thrust into your mouth again. Kihyun let out a moan of his own when you took him further in, deep throating him. You gagged a little and his cock twitched in your mouth. If you kept this up, he’d come any minute.

"St-stop, baby." He said as he reluctantly pulled himself out of your mouth. You pouted, so he kissed you, causing you to fall back on the bed. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on you; it actually made it hotter for him. He pulled away from your lips and kissed your neck as he slid his tip against your folds. You moaned loudly, so he teased you by moving it up and down your slit and rubbing it against your clit. This was one of his favorite ways to tease you.

He slowly moved his cockhead against you few more times until you said, "Daddy, please. I need to feel you." He smiled at you before he gave you a tender kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped at the feeling he gave you when he was inside of you. He filled you up so good, you wanted to keep him there.

He stayed still inside of you, not daring to move until you answered one simple little question, “Are you sorry for what you did?”

“Wh-what?” He clicked his tongue and started to pull out of you slowly, only leaving his tip in you.

“If you aren’t then you don’t deserve my cock.” Yet, he was still partially inside you.

Then you realized why he asked you that. It felt so good that you forgot the whole reason why Kihyun was upset with you in the first place: Changkyun. “Daddy, please,” you whined; usually that works.

“Say you’re sorry.” Then he harshly thrust into you.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please, I’ll be a good girl! I need you to fuck me right now!”

He smirked. “That’s all I wanted to hear. Don’t forget that you belong to me,” then he moved his hips and fucked you just how you wanted him to. You held him close to you as he thrust his hips into you slowly. You felt every inch of him as he drew himself out. Since his pace was slow, the amount of pleasure he gave you was never like this before. Of course, you were always satisfied when he would fuck you hard and rough, but this was different and you liked it.

Kihyun looked in your eyes as he grabbed one of your legs and went in deeper. You moaned out his name and wrapped your other leg around his waist. His thrusts became faster and you were enjoying every second of it.

He kissed your neck while he went harder in you. He wanted to be gentle, but sometimes he can't control himself. He couldn't help himself as he went in deeper and harder with each thrust. He also wanted to teach you a lesson, so being a little rough didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He left a few more hickeys then he rose up on his knees, and grabbed your hips tightly.

His movements became quicker and rougher, so you grabbed the headboard since you couldn't hold on to him anymore. Your moans were never-ending as he pounded into you over and over. The room was filled with your combined moans and the sound of skin slapping. His grip on your hips was definitely going to leave bruises as he kept up his rough pace. By how loud your moans were, he could tell he hit your spot. He hit it repeatedly at a harsh pace and by this point, you were a screaming mess under him.

He knew you were close to your orgasm, so he began to rub your clit in harsh circles. The extra pleasure was making you lose your mind and all you could do was moan and say his name. You could barely handle the new sensation that filled up your body and your walls clenched around him. You loved when he fucked you like this; you felt like his little fucktoy.

He groaned at the sudden tightness he felt and quickened his pace faster than he thought he was capable of doing. He felt that he was close to his own orgasm, but he held it in so you could come first. No matter what, Kihyun always made sure you were happy. Even if he was mad at you.

Your legs tightened around his waist as the knot in your stomach started to unravel. You trapped your man between your legs and he loved every second of it. He never wanted you to let go of him. Your orgasm was approaching and after a few more rough thrusts from him, your body let loose. Moans, profanities, and his name all came out of your mouth as your orgasm took over your entire body.

His thrusts were sloppy and losing their rhythm before he let his own orgasm take over him. He shot his hot cum inside of you and kissed you as he rode out your highs. He pumped himself inside one last time before slowly pulling out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets. He looked down at the mess and smirked; he was satisfied.

Kihyun pulled you into his arms and said, "You're all mine, remember?" You only nodded your head and kissed his chest since you were too spent to respond. He smiled to himself before whispering, "I love you; don't ever forget that.”

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♡ the best part ♡

♡ Pairing: husband!kihyun x fem!chubby!reader

♡ Summary: A romantic afternoon spent at a botanical garden with the love of your life

♡ Genre: the fluffiest of fluff

♡ Word Count: 990

♡ Warnings: kissing and unbearable cuteness

♡ A/N: I wrote this request for my Kihyun loving anon. As a Hyungwon biased babe, I know how hard it is out here for us Monbebes. I stand in solidarity with you my sweet darling 💚

Kihyun guides you across the stone path with hands softened by honey and shea butter. You cling to them for dear life, the straps of your high heels looped around your wrist. A dozen koi fish dance in circles beneath you, occasionally splashing cool water onto your toes. Kihyun fights to hide his laughter but his quivering bottom lip and perky cheeks are a dead giveaway.

“Stop laughing!” you pout, “I just don’t wanna fall in and hurt them.” “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You’re so cute when you’re worried.” Blushing, you feel your nerves settle, and allow him to help you the rest of the way. Even relaxing enough to allow your mind to drift around the rest of the pond, admiring the emerald green pads with ivory lilies sprouting between them. 

It tickles when your feet finally touch the grass, moistened blades sneaking between your toes. “Stay right here” he instructs, taking a few steps back and pulling out his phone. Every new place you visit he needs a picture of you. The emotions of these moments will linger eternally, that he’s sure of, but he wants something to look back on. Something to remind you, when you’re old and gray, of the life you lived so beautifully together.

“How do you want me to pose, Mr. Photographer?” you ask, striking the silliest pose that comes to mind. Kihyun snaps the shot, winking at you, “Perfect.” “What? No! Take it again!” you demand but his phone’s already back in his pocket. “Why? I loved it. I think I’ll frame it. Put it in the living room. What do you think?” he teases, making his way toward a short set of stone stairs leading deeper into the garden.

He makes a sudden turn onto another pathway cloaked in lush trees, disappearing altogether before you can catch up to him. “Kihyun!” you call out, skipping up the stairs. Nothing. Only the sound of water rushing from a nearby fountain. Heading in the direction you saw him turn in, you walk a few feet without seeing him. You’re ready to call his name again when you notice a paper lotus on the ground with something written on it in his handwriting.

And it’s not the only one. There's more dropped every few feet leading towards the sound of the fountain. They’re placed near spots where bees land on marigolds and birds hum around zinnias. You collect them one by one, reading them individually, and then altogether. 

To my love. My wife. My moon and my stars, In our vows, I said that marrying you was the best day of my life. I meant it more than I ever meant anything before. But I was wrong. If tomorrow I couldn’t hear, I’d remember the sound of your voice until my dying day. If tomorrow I couldn’t see, I’d be able to describe every detail of your face down to the way your nose crinkles when you smile. I’ve committed so much of you to memory, your scent, your breathing, the way your heart beats against mine, that I could find you in the dark. The best day of my life can’t be narrowed down to one because every day that you’re mine is the best day of my life.

In your mind, you curse him for making you feel all mushy inside. You feel so loved, so cherished, that you can barely keep it together. It’s why you fell in love with him though. Your sweet, sentimental KiKi. No matter how much of a brat he can be at times, let’s be real you both can be a pain in the ass, you never question how much you mean to him. And if you ever did, even for a second, he’d stop the earth on its axis to make sure you know how special you are.

Holding the stack of papers close to your chest, you finally reach the fountain where your husband watches water trickle down the statue of a Greek goddess carved in marble. A blanket’s spread out in the grass, lined with 24 individually wrapped slices of cake, labeled with their own unique flavors. Raspberry Chocolate Truffle. Caramel Apple. Pink Champagne.

“What is all of this?” you gasp, settling down at the edge of the blanket to read the other flavors. Kihyun cuddles up beside you, picking a tulip along the way to tuck behind your ear. “I know that we didn’t get to try all of the flavors you wanted to before our wedding day so I figured why not do it now?” “Oh my god, you’re too perfect. What are you? A serial killer or something?” you tease.

Kihyun grabs a fork from the basket at the center of the blanket and hands it to you, “Would you divorce me if I were?” “No” you answer without hesitation, “Don’t get caught though. I’d make a terrible prison wife.” “Noted” he laughs, beginning to unwrap the slice marked Chocolate Orange Blossom. 

“Kihyun,” you whisper. 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

You lunge at him, knocking him back into the grass. With your legs on either side of him, fingers tangled in his hair, you kiss him for every word written on those paper orchids. Kihyun’s hands are at your waist, caressing your plush hips through your sundress, clinging to you as if you’ll fly away if he lets go. This feels like a fairytale. The type you read as a little girl that you’d come to think of in womanhood as nothing more than daydreams.

You aren’t sure if it’s the fresh scent of the water or the fragrant flowers. It could be the singing of the birds or the warm sun against your skin. But most likely it’s the man beneath you, your sun and your clouds, the best part of every day, staring up at you whispering gently, “Baby, when did you get so strong? I definitely broke something.” 

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