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syuga-s · 10 months ago

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love you yes

w.c. 7.3k pairing. changkyun x fem!reader genre. this time is just SMUT i'm sorry a/n. NSFW MDNI !!! idk i've had this one sitting around for a while,, does anyone else get this same aura from this man?? he's SO!!! yk, ANYWAYYYY i did this fic for my sake but i still hope you all enjoy it, straight smut, nothing kinky just calling him daddy and him calling you slut once (lovingly), hope i didn't miss anything LOVE Y'ALL

You had always been enchanted by the alluring and provocative nature of shunga art, entranced by the vivid depictions of passion and desire. As you stood in the bustling gallery, surrounded by a sea of people, your gaze fixated on the explicit imagery. Lost in thought, you suddenly felt a presence beside you and turned to see a man, his eyes fixated on the same image that had enraptured you.

"Isn't it fascinating?" he said with a warm smile. "The way they captured every intimate detail, every moment of pleasure."

You couldn't help but nod in agreement, a rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins at the man's audacity in approaching you. The bustling gallery around suddenly faded into the background as his presence enveloped you. His voice was like warm honey, drawing you in with each smooth word, and his confident demeanor only added to his irresistible charm. You found yourself unable to resist him, completely captivated by his boldness and charisma.

"They say that shunga was meant to be both arousing and educational," he continued. "A way for couples to explore their desires and learn from each other."

As he spoke, you felt a tingling energy surge through your body. It was clear that both of you held an intense admiration for this age-old longing, and a sense of connection formed between you in that moment.

"I'm Changkyun," he said, extending his hand towards you.

You took it gently in your own. "Y/N," you replied with a shy smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changkyun said, his warm smile making you feel at ease. You both stood there, surrounded by art full of passion and intimacy. It was as though this exhibit had brought you together for a reason.

Your hands touched and you felt a spark of electricity between you, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't felt in years. Changkyun's gaze lingered on your face as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

As the gallery buzzed with visitors admiring the provocative artwork, Changkyun leaned in closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you like to explore the gallery together? I find that art is best appreciated when shared with someone who understands its true beauty."

You felt a thrill run through you at the prospect of walking with Changkyun by your side. Without hesitation, you nodded in agreement, eager to learn more about art in his company.

You were drawn to him in the sea of art enthusiasts because he seemed genuinely engaged with the work, and not just there to be seen. He studied each piece carefully, his brow furrowed slightly as he took it all in.

Later, when he approached your corner of the gallery, your heart pounded in your chest. This man is out of your league, you reminded yourself silently. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement when your eyes locked again.

“There's something about this particular painting that intrigues me," Changkyun said, gesturing towards a piece depicting two lovers entwined in a passionate embrace.

You moved closer to him, your breath catching as you followed his gaze. This piece was indeed captivating, and it was your favorite, you used vivid colors and intricate details that seemed to come alive under the soft gallery lights.

As you both stood in front of the painting, Changkyun's presence beside you sent a wave of warmth through your body. You found yourself studying your painting with new eyes. The air between you crackled with an unspoken tension, both of you acutely aware of the magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

"I can't help but wonder what their story is," Changkyun mused, his voice low and husky.

"Maybe they’re forbidden lovers," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the hushed gallery.

“You’re incredibly talented,” Changkyun said after studying your work closely for several minutes.

“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “It’s always nice when someone recognizes that.”

“Of course,” he said earnestly. “May I ask where your inspiration comes from?”

You felt a rush of vulnerability at his question, unsure whether you were ready to reveal the depths of your creativity to a near stranger. But something in Changkyun's gaze urged you to open up, to share a part of yourself that you rarely showed others.

With a soft sigh, you began to speak, your words tinged with passion and emotion. "It comes from the raw emotions that we all carry within us," you explained, your eyes searching his face for understanding. "I paint to capture the unspoken desires, the hidden truths that lie beneath the surface of our everyday lives."

Changkyun listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your words. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, a glimmer of recognition that made your heart skip a beat. “That’s fascinating. You seem to capture those beautifully.”

A warmth spread through you at his compliment. “It’s a way for me to explore and express my own feelings too.”

“I can definitely sense that,” Changkyun said, his gaze lingering on one of your paintings. “Your work evokes a strong emotional response.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of validation from his words. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you, I get the feeling that not everyone appreciates art as much as you do.”

For hours, you lost yourselves in conversation about art, history, and desire. It was as if you were two kindred spirits brought together by your shared passions. Changkyun's knowledge and enthusiasm were intoxicating, leaving you hungry for more.

As the evening drew to a close and the gallery began to empty out, Changkyun offered one last piece of wisdom.

"You know," he said, his voice low and seductive, "shunga was also used as a form of foreplay. Couples would study the images together, letting them ignite their desires before they became lost in each other's arms."

You felt a rush of heat at his words, your body responding to the suggestive tone of his voice. Changkyun's eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction.

"Perhaps we could continue this discussion somewhere more... private," he suggested, his words laced with an unmistakable invitation.

Your heart raced at the thought of being alone with him, finally giving in to the electric chemistry that had been building throughout the night. With a simple nod, you let him take your hand and lead you out of the gallery.

Outside, the cool night air did little to quell the fire that burned between you. Changkyun's private car was waiting at the curb, a sleek black sedan with tinted windows.

He held the door open for you, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As you settled into the plush leather seats, the anticipation thick in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at what was to come.

The driver pulled away from the curb, leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind. In the privacy of his car, the tension between you was palpable, each passing moment filled with unspoken desire.

Changkyun's hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you as he leaned in closer. The world outside the car seemed to fade away as his lips met yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The warmth of his embrace, the sweetness of his touch, all enveloped you in a haze of desire.

As the car sped towards its destination, Changkyun's hands explored every inch of you, igniting a fire within your core. You moaned into his mouth as he cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress, teasing your sensitive nipples to hardened peaks.

You lost yourself in Changkyun's embrace, feeling a connection unlike any you had experienced before. His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your heart race, igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

The driver glanced at you in the rearview mirror, but you were too consumed by passion to care. With one swift motion, Changkyun reached forward and pulled up the partition, enclosing you in a bubble of desire. Now shielded from intrusive eyes, you could fully indulge in your hunger without inhibition.

With the barrier in place, Changkyun's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns along your skin. You arched into his embrace, craving more of his electrifying touch.

When the car finally came to a stop outside his luxurious penthouse, Changkyun wasted no time in leading you inside, his lips never leaving yours as he eagerly explored your mouth. As you stumbled through the door, your clothes fell to the floor in a trail of discarded fabrics. Naked and exposed, you stood there for a moment, taking in each other's bodies.

The air was heavy with anticipation as he guided you to his bedroom, where the soft glow of fixtures casted shadows across the room.

Changkyun's eyes devoured your curves, his desire for you evident in the way his eyes lingered on every inch of your nude form. He took your hand and led you to the bed, his touch electrifying as he guided you to the soft mattress.

He pulled you down with him, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the hardness of his erection against your abdomen, a testament to his arousal.

Changkyun's lips trailed down your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. He kissed his way to your breasts, his tongue flicking over your nipples, making them stand at attention.

You moaned softly, your body trembling with anticipation. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure.

Changkyun was everything you had imagined and more. His muscular frame glistened, and his hard cock stood proud, asking for your undivided attention. You couldn't help but feel a surge of delight knowing that you were the one who was making him hard.

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you knelt down and enveloped him with your mouth, relishing in the pulsing sensation of his entire being. A low moan of delight escaped him as you teased his velvety skin with your tongue, drawing circles around his most sensitive spot before engulfing him fully in your throat.

As you continued to pleasure Changkyun, you could feel his hand tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him. You moaned around his cock, loving the way he tasted.

His hips bucked beneath you, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth. You could feel him hitting the back of your throat, which only made you want him more.

His hand left your hair and began to caress your cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. It sent a quiver of desire through you.

"That's it, baby," he whispered breathlessly. "Take all of me. Show me what you can do."

With a renewed sense of purpose, you began to suck harder, his shaft throbbing in your mouth. Your eyes watered from the intensity, but he refused to let go. Changkyun groaned loudly, his hips jerking uncontrollably. You could feel his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum.

As a stream of warm liquid filled your mouth, you greedily swallowed it down, the taste of him was intoxicating—earthy and musky with a hint of sweetness—, and for a few moments, you stayed on your knees, still savoring him.

As you looked up at Changkyun's flushed face and heaving chest, you knew that this was just the beginning of the night.

Changkyun pulled you to your feet, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored your own. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as your bodies pressed together, the heat between you still unbearable.

Changkyun kissed his way down your body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and lingering bites that sent shivers down your spine. He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide to give him full access to your dripping core.

His hot breath fanned across your sensitive folds, making you ache with need. You moaned softly as he dipped his tongue into your wetness, tracing circles around your clit before suckling it gently into his mouth.

You gripped the sheets beneath you as he expertly tormented you with his skilled tongue. Waves of pleasure crashed over you with each flick and swirl, building an inferno of need deep within you.

You arched your back off the bed as he added two fingers to the mix, thrusting them in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. Your walls clenched around him as you neared the edge of ecstasy, desperate for release.

Sensing your urgency, Changkyun quickened his pace, pumping his fingers into you while lashing at your swollen clit with his tongue. The coil inside you tightened until it was almost unbearable before finally snapping free.

Your body shuddered and convulsed as you came, your cry of pleasure echoing through the room. Changkyun continued to lavish attention on your sensitive spots, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body.

Finally, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in to kiss you, his lips tender and passionate yet demanding in their depth.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered hoarsely, his body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

"I want that too," you breathed, your desire for him still burning bright.

With a flourish, he reached for a condom and rolled it onto his throbbing erection. He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he entered you slowly, filling you completely.

You moaned at the sensation, your body adjusting to his size and penetration. He began to set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with powerful thrusts.

The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room along with your ragged breaths and sinful moans. It was as if you were two souls perfectly attuned to each other's desires, lost in a symphony of pleasure and passion.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he fucked you relentlessly.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer with each thrust, his cock hitting your G-spot with precision. You cried out, the pleasure-pain washing over you like a tidal wave.

Changkyun's eyes locked onto yours, the hunger in them growing more intense with each passing moment. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against your body with a ferocity that was both painful and exhilarating.

You could feel your orgasm building, the tension in your body reaching a breaking point. Your walls clenched around him, stilling his movements for a moment as he groaned, his erection twitching inside you.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let me feel you come around me."

With those words, you shattered beneath him like fragile glass, every nerve ending on fire as you rode out wave after wave of mind-numbing bliss. Changkyun's movements grew erratic as he chased his own release, thrusting into you with abandon until he finally found his own sweet release.

With a guttural cry, he emptied himself, and you held him close as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, your hearts pounding in sync as you slowly came back down to earth.

You lay tangled together, limbs intertwined, basking in the afterglow of merging of two souls into one.

As your breathing returned to normal, Changkyun rolled onto his back and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Changkyun's fingers traced lazy circles on your skin. With a contented sigh, you turned to him, a question lingering on your lips.

"Changkyun, what do you do for a living?" you asked, curiosity piqued by the enigmatic man beside you.

He let out a soft chuckle, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "Ah, the fancy world of art brokering," he responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I'm just a middleman, making deals to appease wealthy collectors."

"Well, well, look at you, Mr. Art Expert," you teased, unable to resist poking fun at him.

Changkyun's grin widened, mischief glinting in his eyes. "Oh, you have no idea," he said playfully but with a knowing tone. "But someone's got to do it, right?"

Lost in the quiet intimacy of the moment, Changkyun turned to you, a question lingering on his lips. "You know, I've been thinking about what I saw earlier, about your art and the passion you clearly have.”

Changkyun's gaze softened, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I’m thinking," he began, his voice gentle, "Y/N, your talent, your passion—it's undeniable. And I believe that with the right guidance, you could achieve great things."

You looked at him, surprise flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity tinged with excitement.

"I mean, I see potential in you that I don't often see in people," Changkyun explained, his gaze never leaving yours. "And I want to help you harness that potential, reach for the stars. Would you like that?"

His words filled you with a mix of wonder and gratitude, and you nodded, your breath catching in your throat. "Yes, I-I would," you stammered, feeling honored and touched by his offer.

Changkyun smiled, a warmth spreading across his face. "Good. Then let's start by visiting my gallery tomorrow," he said, and you felt a surge of pride and excitement.

"Your gallery?" you asked, not quite believing it.

"Yes, my gallery. It's where I showcase the best art I can find, and I think you should be a part of it," he said, his hand still tracing patterns on your skin.

Your heart swelled at his offer. To have someone like Changkyun believe in you and your work—it was a dream come true. "I don't know what to say," you murmured, overcome with emotion.

Changkyun reached out and took your hand in his, his touch reassuring. "You don't have to say anything honey," he said softly. "I want to do this for you."

And true to his word, Changkyun became not only your mentor but also your partner and patron. Together, you attended gallery openings, networking events, and exhibitions. With him by your side, you felt unstoppable.

As an artist in her mid-20s who grew up in a regular town, it's still hard for you to believe this is your life now. Changkyun has shown you so much of the world already—trips to Berlin, Rome and Paris for art shows—and there are even bigger things planned on the horizon.

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the bedside table. The screen illuminates, displaying a text from Changkyun.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I have an early meeting and just wanted to remind you that I won't be home for breakfast. There's money on the kitchen counter if you need anything. Have a great day! xx"

You smile and yawn simultaneously at his sweet message. Changkyun has been such a wonderful boyfriend - well, more like sugar daddy - since you started dating a few months ago. Not only is he incredibly generous, but he's also so supportive of your art career, and he continues to give you opportunities and connections that you could have only dreamed of before.

You stretch your limbs under the soft sheets before getting out of bed. Padding barefoot across your - his - apartment, which is filled with artwork both have collected together over the past months, you find his handwritten note: "Have a beautiful day, love," accompanied by a stack of bills.

But perhaps what surprises you the most about this new life is how amazing it feels when Changkyun fucks you. It feels real, not transactional like you thought it would at first (not that there's anything wrong with that). The way he makes love to every inch of your body sometimes makes you feel like you’re going to melt away into nothingness.

The memory comes rushing back as you stare at his note, a warm flush of desire spreading through you. The way he looks at you with those dark eyes, full of a warmth and hunger that's so intoxicating. His large hands skimming over your skin, leaving sparks under his touch. The way his lips move against your own, each kiss deepening the connection between you.

You shake your head to clear the images from your mind. You had work to do. Lately, you’ve been feeling inspired to create a new series of paintings based on the experiences you’ve been livng with Changkyun.

As you set up your easel and lay out your paints, you let yourself drift back into those memories for inspiration. It's like flicking through a rolodex of the most vivid fantasies—Changkyun fucking you in your Paris hotel room; Changkyun fucking you against the floor-to-ceiling window of his gallery; Changkyun eating you out on the rooftop terrace of his New York penthouse.

The familiar heat between your legs grows more intense as you picture each scene in vivid detail. You can practically feel his hands on your body, his mouth on yours. Your nipples pucker beneath your thin cotton top as you remember how it feels when he takes them into his mouth one by one, sucking and biting until you’re gasping for air.

You slide a hand down over the curve of your hip to slip under the waistband of your panties. Your pussy already soaked with need, hot and swollen as you circle two fingers over your clit. You moan softly to yourself.

Lost in fantasy, you don't hear the door open or feel the presence behind you until it's too late. "Naughty girl," a low voice murmurs right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You should know better than to play with yourself without permission."

You turn your head to find Changkyun standing there, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you, but it's quickly replaced by a surge of desire as you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly. "I couldn't help it. I was just thinking about you and—" Before you can finish the sentence, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to your feet. His eyes are dark with hunger as he captures your lips in a ruthless kiss.

"Turn around," he growls against your mouth.

Your knees go weak at the command in his voice, but you manage to do as he says. You face the easel again, bracing yourself against it with both hands. A moment later, you hear the sound of fabric rustling, followed by Changkyun's hand coming down to fondle your ass cheek, before you could blink a hard slap came.

"Mmm… such a pretty little slut," he purrs. "Did you enjoy teasing yourself while you thought of me?"

"Yes," you moan, arching into another spank.

He chuckles low in his throat before trailing hot kisses down the curve of your spine. Your t-shirt pushed up around your shoulders now, leaving your back bare for him to feast upon. Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity straight to your core, making you ache for more.

He reached for your panties and immediately tugged them down until they were pooling around your ankles. He pressed a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you steady as cool air rushed over your exposed flesh.

"Mmm… look at this pretty pussy," he murmurs appreciatively. "So wet and prepared for me." You whimper as his fingers brush over your soaked folds, teasing you with light, feathery touches. "Please, Changkyun," you moan. "I need you."

He chuckles again and slides two fingers deep inside you in one smooth motion. Your walls clench around him, still as tight and eager as the first time he ever touched you like this. "Is this what you need, sweetheart? Or do you prefer my cock—huh?—filling up this greedy little hole?"

His thumb find your clit and rubs slow circles over the sensitive nub as he sets a punishing pace with his fingers. Each thrust is like a shockwave rippling through you from head to toe, building the pressure in your core higher and higher until you’re on the edge of pure bliss.

"Do you want to come for me, baby?" he growls. "Tell me how badly you need it."

"So fucking bad," You moan desperately. "Please, daddy, let me cum for you." He grins against your skin before pulling his hand away completely. Making you whine at the loss of contact but you get silenced by a sharp gasp as something much bigger takes its place.

"Oh fuck," you pant as he slowly sinks into you inch by agonizing inch. He feels so good stretching you open like this—the perfect combination of hard and soft that always leaves you craving more. When his hips are flush against yours, he rests a hand on the small of your back to hold you steady.

"Better?" You can hear that smug smile in his voice even without looking at him.

"So much better," you breathe out.

Without any warning or hesitation, Changkyun pulls back and slams forward again with enough force to knock the (easel) breath right out of your lungs. He sets a relentless pace right from the start—every thrust deeper and harder than the last—as if trying to fuck all thoughts from your mind except for him.

You cling to the easel for dear life, moaning and gasping like a wanton slut as he uses you. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the air, along with the scent of sex and sweat. You can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your belly with each thrust, your orgasm just out of reach. "Please," begging him to let you finish. "I'm so close daddy."

Changkyun grunts in response, but it's not clear if he heard you or if he even cares. Then his hand wraps around your hip, angling it just so to change the angle of his cock—right against that spot that makes you see stars.

Your walls clamp down on him instinctively as the ecstasy crashes over you. Vaguely aware of loud moans filling the room—neither one of you is able nor willing to hold back anymore—as Changkyun fucks you through your orgasm until he's coming too, pulsing hot and heavy inside you.

You stay like that for a few moments until your breathing slows down and your heart rates return to normal. Changkyun finally slips out of you with a low groan before turning you around to face him with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Then you're hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. Your legs feel like jelly, and you grab onto his shoulders for support, feeling light-headed from the intensity of your session.

Changkyun raises an eyebrow, concern flickering in his gaze as he steadies you. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You manage a sheepish grin, feeling slightly embarrassed by your body's dramatic reaction. "I think my body is protesting the lack of food," you confess.

And if you weren’t flustered enough, your stomach growled loudly, protesting the lack of sustenance, and you can't help but feel a pang of shyness.

Changkyun quirks an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he notices your predicament. "Hungry, are we?" he teases, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I think I might've forgotten to eat breakfast," you mumble sheepishly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Changkyun's expression softens, and he presses a tender kiss to your forehead. "Let's get some food into you before you faint on me," he says gently, guiding you to the kitchen where he prepares you a quick breakfast of pancakes and fresh fruit.

You sat at the kitchen table, nibbling on your pancakes while Changkyun went about his preparations. The embarrassment you felt earlier had dissipated, leaving only warmth in its place. He was like a comforting blanket, wrapping around you when your world threatened to crumble.

Your gaze wandered towards him, taking in every detail of his face as he moved. The way his lips curved upwards in a half-smile was always enough to make your heart flutter. There was an intensity to him that was both alluring and terrifying, but you knew that he was also capable of tenderness.

He placed a plate of fresh fruit in front of you, a slice of watermelon artistically arranged, surrounded by raspberries and strawberries. It was a tiny gesture, but it meant the world to you. You had always appreciated the thought he put into even the smallest details.

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, you were sprawled out on the luxurious couch in the penthouse, gazing out at the lush greenery of Central Park. Lost in your own world of drawing and designing, you were pulled back to reality by Changkyun's captivating presence as he sweetly demanded your attention.

"Let's take a break," he suggested. "I have something that you might enjoy more than working." Intrigued, you observed as he walked over to his wooden cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of amber liquid.

"This is my favorite scotch," Changkyun explained as he poured you each a glass. "It's aged for twenty-five years in sherry casks from Spain." He handed you a glass before raising his own in a toast.

"Are we celebrating something?" You tilt your head slightly, questioning him with a playful glint in your eyes.

"Not really love," he chuckled, leaning in close to kiss your cheek. "I just wanted to share something special with you. You deserve it."

Taking a sip of the amber liquid, you were taken aback by the rich, smoky flavor that sang across your tongue. You couldn't help but let out a small moan of appreciation.

"You like it?" Changkyun asked, a hint of pride in his voice.

"I do," you admitted, taking another sip to savor the taste. "It's incredibly smooth."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As you sat on the plush leather couch, sipping your drinks, the atmosphere in your shared space felt different.

“Come here,” Changkyun beckoned, his voice low and alluring, as he gracefully rose from the couch and made his way towards the grand piano that occupied a prominent corner of the room. A piano that had to be worth more than your entire art collection. The polished wood gleamed under the gentle illumination, its intricate carvings and gleaming keys a testament to its opulence.

Entranced by his magnetic presence, you followed him eagerly, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you approached, the scent of aged wood and delicate piano polish enveloped you, adding to the allure of the moment.

Reaching the piano's side, Changkyun paused, his fingers hovering tantalizingly over the smooth surface of the instrument. With a reverent touch, he traced the elegant curves of the piano's frame, a subtle smile playing upon his lips.

Without hesitation, you reached out, grasping onto his shirt and pulling him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on you.

He chuckled softly at your eagerness, his touch sending shivers down your spine as his hand slid up under your hair, gripping it firmly. The intensity in his gaze never wavered as he spoke, his words dripping with sincerity and adoration.

“You’re amazing baby,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline. “I'm in awe of everything you are. I want you to know how it feels to be with someone who loves you.”

His words lingered in the air, filling you with a heady mix of desire and anticipation. And then, without missing a beat, he turned back to the piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys as he began to play.

His fingers moved across the ivory keys with effortless precision. The melody filled the room, weaving its way through the air like a delicate tapestry of sound, evoking a profuse emotions with each note.

As you listened, you were captivated by the fluidity of Changkyun's movements, the passion that infused every chord he struck. The music seemed to speak to something deep within you, stirring feelings that you had long kept hidden.

Lost in the melody, you glanced at Changkyun, marveling at the intensity of his focus as he poured his heart and soul into the performance. His eyes sparkled with a quiet determination, his expression one of pure concentration as he allowed the music to guide him.

You found yourself utterly captivated by the raw emotion woven into every note. The music seemed to transcend time and space, enveloping you in its haunting beauty and leaving you breathless in its wake.

When he finally concluded the piece, the final notes lingering in the air like a whisper, you couldn't help but be filled with awe at the experience he had just shared with you. The intensity of the moment lingered, echoing in the silence that followed.

"I didn't know you actually played the piano," you whispered softly, your voice filled with genuine admiration and surprise. It was a revelation that left you feeling even more connected to Changkyun, as if there were still depths to him waiting to be discovered.

He met your gaze with a warm smile, his eyes shining with quiet satisfaction. "Surprise," he said playfully, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"It's just another of my hidden talents," he replied with a smirk, his lips twitching upward. "But tell me, do you like how it sounds? I know I've never played for you before."

You licked your lips nervously, trying to find the right words to convey your sincerity. "I loved it. The music is so...soothing and passionate all at once. It's unlike anything I've ever heard before."

Changkyun's ego swelled at your compliment, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you in a warm embrace. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispered, his voice low and velvety.

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over your cheek before pulling you into a warm embrace. Your body melted into his and he added, "There's always more to discover about each other, isn't there?"

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of warmth wash over you at his light-hearted response. "Absolutely," you agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Why were you staring so hard at me?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Felt like you were gonna burn a hole through me."

His unexpected comment caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but laugh at his playful act. "Do you have to be so aware of everything all the time?," you replied with a grin, feeling a rush of affection for his lighthearted spirit. "I was just mesmerized by you."

Changkyun chuckled, his laughter echoing through the room as he leaned in closer to you. "Well, I can't blame you for being dazzled by my talents," he quipped, his tone brimming with playful arrogance.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, playfully swatting at his arm. "Please," you retorted with a smirk. "Don't let that ego of yours get too big now."

Changkyun's playful banter continued, his words laced with a teasing tone that misrepresented the underlying intensity of his desire.

"Weren't you aware that flattery gets you far in life?" he remarked, his gaze lingering on you with a hint of mischief. Despite his mocking tone, you couldn't help but sense the growing heat of his desire simmering just beneath the surface.

"I was just trying to figure out where I knew the melody from."

"Ah, that would be The Swan by Saint-Saens," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "I took piano lessons as a child, but I've always loved this piece. I never thought I would have the chance to play it for someone special."

At your surprised look, he added, "And you are most definitely special, my dear. More than you could ever know."

You felt yourself blush even harder, your heart swelling with gratitude and affection. "You don't have to say that," you murmured, looking down at the floor.

"But I do," Changkyun insisted, his voice firm and full of conviction. He reached out and cupped your chin, tilted your head up so that you were looking into his eyes. "I love you, and I want you to know how much."

His words hung in the air for a moment, thick with the weight of their meaning. You felt a surge of emotion welling up inside you, your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sincerity of his gaze.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

His fingers tightened ever so slightly on your chin, holding your gaze. A smile slowly spread across his face, a mix of happiness and relief washing over him.

You felt your heart swell, a warmth spreading through your entire body. You wanted to say more, to tell him everything you felt, but the words were stuck in your throat. All you could do was smile back at him, a genuine smile that spoke volumes about how you felt in that moment.

Your lips locked in a passionate kiss with his and you couldn't help but melt into his arms. You gave in to the irresistible temptation of his touch as his hands explored your body, leaving a trail of heat behind them. Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers slipped under your shirt.

His touch was like molten lava, searing your skin as he caressed your bare flesh, and you moaned softly as his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone. You arched your back, pressing yourself closer to him as his hands continued their sensual exploration of your body, and you could feel your desire building to an almost unbearable level.

"Changkyun," you breathed, your voice thick with need as you clung to him desperately. "I want you." He pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with yours as he grinned wickedly. "I know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Haven't I always given you everything you want?"

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat as he slowly began to remove your clothes. Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him undress you, anticipation and desire mingling within you as he exposed your bare skin to the cool air of the room.

Once you were completely naked before him, he took a moment to admire your body, his gaze traveling over every curve and dip as if he were committing them to memory. Then, without warning, he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Where are we going?" you demanded, even as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He just gave you a smirk, and carried you over to the piano bench and setting you down gently. "Right here," he said, his voice low and seductive as he positioned himself between your legs. "I want to make love to you right here."

Your eyes widened in shock, but you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you at his words. "Hmm are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his eyes darkening with lust as he gazed down at you. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he murmured, his fingers tracing lightly over your skin. "I want to hear you moan my name as I fuck you, right here in the middle of our living room."

Your heart raced at his words, and you could feel the heat of your arousal pooling between your thighs. As Changkyun's hands roamed over your body, you surrendered to his touch, letting out a soft moan as his fingers brushed against your sensitive nipples.

He took that as encouragement to continue exploring every inch of your skin with his mouth, savoring each bit of flesh.

“So pretty,” he growled before lowering his head to take one nipple between his lips, teasing it gently with his tongue.

You arched into him instinctively and felt a surge of wetness between your legs. His hands roamed freely over the rest of your body—tracing the curve of your hip

“What’s mine is mine alone.” while slowly slipping one finger inside you. “And you are absolutely mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped as another finger joined the first one, stretching you open even more. “All yours.” You lay there naked and vulnerable, every nerve ending on high alert, as he studied you intently.

“Perfect,” he said simply before pulling your legs from the piano bench towards him. He lifted them over his shoulders and buried his face between them, his tongue finding your clit expertly.

You moaned and arched into him as he licked and sucked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in time with the movements of his mouth. He already knew exactly what you wanted without having to ask.

He stood up suddenly and shed the rest of his clothes quickly before returning to you. You now found yourself lying on the floor with Changkyun hovering above you, his cock hard and ready. He leaned forward and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. Then he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside you in one smooth motion.

You gasped at the sensation of being so completely full of him. He always felt incredible—thick and long and oh so perfect for you. He stilled for a moment to let you adjust before pulling out slightly and then pushing back in again.

You moved together slowly at first, both of you savoring the feeling of your bodies joined like this. But soon your movements became more urgent as the edge approached.

You gripped onto one of the piano legs for support as Changkyun pounded into you relentlessly. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body until finally, you were both teetering on the brink.

“Come for me, baby,” Changkyun growled as he hit that perfect spot deep inside you one final time. “now please.”

You shattered around him in a cascade of pleasure that left you breathless. His own orgasm followed yours closely; you could feel him pulsing inside you as you both rode out the waves of bliss.

Afterwards, you lay together on the floor, panting and sweaty but utterly satisfied. Changkyun pulled you close to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "So, so much baby."

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. "I love you too," you replied, snuggling closer to him.

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astroyongie · 11 months ago

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Numb

Read with the song: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/2xCucTP5OkXJ7ISUk4xlBB?si=fb723270ee6a406a

Warnings: Smut

Parings: Changkyun x Reader

“What do you want from me?” Changkyun asked, a frown covering his face as he watched you from the corner of his eye.

You mumbled to yourself, looking around at his studio, before flopping into the red couch, sighing when your body was surrounded by the expensive leather. The night was ringing outside, the city lights and the buzy cars roaming in Seoul. But here, in the intimacy of Changkyun’s studio everything was quiet, gloomy, the purple lights from the neon being the only thing that allowed you to see past darkness. There was a scent of strawberry and incense in the air.

“Nothing” you said, not bothering to look at him, as you reached for your phone in your pocket, scrolling away for something interesting. “I am just here for the company”

Changkyun ignored you with a huff, turning back to his computer as he arranged a few new accords. Probably for a new release, you figured. As an artist, music had always been his priority, and it often came even before pleasurable release.

He was always like this. You have been sleeping with him for the past 3 months. The moment Changkyun had terminated his relationship with a fellow idol, that you didn't bother to recall the name of, he had grown closer to you. Naturally, your friendship quickly became something more. There were boundaries that none of you dared to reach and despite your feelings for the black haired man, Changkyun had always made clear that this would be purely physical.

Changkyun was someone cold, quiet but he was a good lover and an even greater company. The only one that wouldn't interrupt you when you complained about your day, the one that would give you actual advice and be able to satisfy you physically. It was a win-win situation. You wanted a sneaky link, and Changkyun well... you never figured exactly what he wanted from you. Sex was the main topic but often he would invite you out for dinner or just to chill while constantly reminding you of his boundaries. You were okay with whatever you guys had.

For now.

You sighed, tossing your phone away. There wasn't anything interesting on your social media, and Changkyun didn't seem to give you any of his attention either. You knew the rules. He would call you, you came and waited until he finished his work, before you could get into his pants. Yet, this was taking way too long. He was playing the exact same melodies over and over, groaning to himself each time.

What a perfectionist, you thought. Sighing again, louder this time, you looked at him. Still nothing. You proceed to repeat. Nothing. Maybe if you coughed he would look at you–

“y/n” he called and you smirked that your cough had caught his attention. “Shut up”

“Kyun, I am bored” you said, swinging your legs as you sat down on the couch. You didn’t want to be a whining brat, but you needed stimulation or some kind of attention before it drove you mad.

“Not my problem. I have got to finish this first.”

“You are inconsiderate”

“And you are acting up.” he said, turning his chair to look at you. You couldn't help but bit your bottom lip at the intensity of his gaze “Fix that attitude of yours''

“Don't want to fix it yourself?”

Changkyun rolled his eyes, turning his chair back to his computer and you groaned out in annoyance. Fine, if he didn't want to give you attention, you would force it out of him. Standing up, you made your way to Changkyun in silence. You knew this was dangerous but you just couldn’t help it. Not now at least. Reaching forward you closed the screen of his laptop. Before he could say anything in protest, you pushed yourself between him and that damned electronic device. Making room between the chair and his desk, you dropped on your knees in front of him, a grin on your lips.

“I came here to fuck” you reminded him, loving the way he was giving you that glare. “Will you do your job or do I have to do it myself?”

“If you want it that bad, do it yourself.”

There was so much defiance in your eyes as you heard his challenge. You were quick to work on his belt, tossing the accessory away. Your hands went for his pants, your eyes glued to your price, as you pulled his pants down enough to relieve his black boxers. You touched him a first, feeling his groin against the palm of your hands, grinning wider when you felt it twist, ever so slightly. Releasing his shaft from its confinements, you wrapped your hand around it. Even without being hard, he was already delicious. You opted to give it a few light strokes, working Changyun up, slowly. As he started to get harder against your palm, your mouth went in, leaving behind sloppy kisses and kitten licks until you could hear his body shift and his breathing changing.

“If you open that computer again while I am sucking you off, I will use my teeth” you threatened, reminding yourself of the last time you had given him head in his studio. Changkyun laughed, his ringed fingers rubbing his own face before he went to caress your cheek. It was affectionate, almost too much. You hated to admit it, but the way his bony fingers touched your skin, made your heart skip.

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Oh I would,” you said with a grin, before finally taking the tip into your mouth, circling your tongue around the head. Changkyun groned, allowing his body to rest against his chair. His hand went to your hair, grabbing it skillfully out of your face so he could get a better view. Obviously, he couldn’t help himself but guide you with it, not enough to be rough, yet enough to be demanding.

Your hands went to the base of his shaft, stroking him lazily as you allowed yourself to suck and lick him, until he was moisturized enough for your taste. When you heard the click of his tongue, you smirked, finally taking him fully into your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, using your hands to touch what your mouth couldn't reach. Soon, the studio was echoing with soft groans and occasionally little moans from him. Yet, each time you would look at him, Changkyun still had the same expression that haunted his eyes.

Numbness. His whole face expression was deprived, the only faint tint of pink blushing his cheeks, giving away his enthusiasm along with the angelic sounds living his lips.

Closing your eyes, you breathed heavily through your nose, trying to focus on the pleasure you were giving him. Now wasn’t the moment to care about feelings.

“Darlin’, put more into it” he instructed as he looked down at you.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your cheeks hollow to accommodate his shaft inside your mouth. Changkyun’s eyes held no feeling towards you. You could tell. He looked at you as if you were a remedy, a pill that he needed to consume to erase negative thoughts out of his mind. You didn't care, he was free to use you as much as he wanted.

You pushed his member further into your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs this time. You felt the tears swelling in your eyes, as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Changkyun was hitting the back of your throat, his own hips moving according to his own wishes. It was his moans however that were sending you astray. Pushing yourself further, you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressed firmly against his veins. Your jaw was killing you from the angle. As long as he was feeling pleasure, you could push through it.

You looked up at him again, the sight sending shocks of pleasure waves through your core. He was watching you so intensely, that your cheeks blushed without your accord. You could only wish that the dim neon purple light was hiding in it. You could almost feel it. The hint of him adoring you, perhaps meddled feelings playing on his heart. If you could just suck these feelings out of him, you knew you could reach his heart, you just needed to work on it more, you just–

“Don’t put faith in us” as if he had read your mind, he confessed, his breathing steady again. You frowned, removing your mouth from him. You used your hand to wipe your lips, the saliva coating both his dick and your jaw. The lack of contact made him hiss, but you were quick to use your hands up and down his member to keep him occupied.

“It’s not like I am asking to be your girl, Changkyun”

“And you better not do it. Ever”

“Would that be so bad?” You asked, forcing a chuckle out of you to light the mood. You needed to pretend you weren't so serious, or else you could lose whatever thing you both had.

“You know I just need to revive, love” he hummed, his free hand intertwined on his black hair, removing it from his forehead. Changkyun was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but look at him in all his glory. You hated that you wanted him so bad.

“Don’t you feel alive when you are with me?”

“I do”

Lies. His eyes didn't shone, the numb feeling plastered on his iris. You knew pretty well the only person on his mind was his ex, You just didn't want to admit it to yourself, it was too painful. you wanted to believe that your body, your company was enough for him. You could only thank Changkyun’s ego that would never allow him to go back to his ex. The same ego that was unfortunately also not allowing you to break his walls.

You removed your eyes from him, taking him on your mouth again, sucking at his dick more eagerly this time. You couldn't help but feel your core tingle each time he groaned out in pleasure. You would go through this, you thought. No matter how many times you would have to be on your knees, you would break him.

“fuck..”

He swore, his eyes closed shut as he focused on the pleasure. You bobbed your head faster, sucking his dick like the damn lollipop that he was. Maybe, if you were good enough, he would reconsider it. Gradually, his moans become louder and his breathing heavier. You hummed around him, whimpering when you felt his hand tugging at your hair again. A few more movements of his own hips snapping against your face and he was done. Changkyun released hot seed through a low groan, moving his hips lazily until he was finished.

You felt his hand losing its grip around your hair, his body relaxing against his chair as he caught his breathing. You released him from your mouth, swallowing what you could.

“You are my weakness, y/n”

You didn’t believe him. This was just him and his post nut self talking. Standing up, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting the reminds of him on your tongue once more, before you climbed into his lap, his half lidded eyes, looking at you as if you were half of a nuisance, half an object of lust.

“What are you doing y/n?”

“I will fuck the numb out of you, Im Changkyun.”

#Changkyun #Changkyun smut #Changkyun scenarios #Changkyun reactions #Changkyun headcanons #Changkyun imagines #Changkyun x reader #monsta x #monsta x smut #monsta x changkyun #monsta x headcanons #monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactioms #monsta x imagines

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lost-inthedream · 2 months ago

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Kisses headcanons for Monsta X

and Wonho <3

kisses on the lips

genre: suggestive at most.

Warning: mentions of sex, the guys are very touchy

✿𒀭Slow kisses (predominantly)

The act of kissing is something that turns Shownu's brain off, he genuinely feels the whole thing. Thus he won't rush it, his hands massage your back and butt; your hands hold around his biceps or the back of his neck. His kisses are often very sensual and long, not necessarily suggesting sex.

You can sense some kind of laziness in Hyungwon's kisses. I'm not saying these are boring kisses because his lips surely will entertain you. His breathing is usually quite heavy during the kiss, fanning your face and enticing you thanks to the sounds. You feel like he's gonna moan in your mouth at some point but that doesn't happen. You might end up being the moany one. I almost forgot: he likes his lip bitten.

✿𒀭Rough kisses (predominantly)

Minhyuk is always so eager to have you. At the very beginning, when you were still getting to know each other, his hurry seemed normal but that just never settled. He still grabs your waist and tugs you closer (sometimes in public). He devours your lips, there is no other verb to describe it, you feel like eaten or absorbed by him. Not gonna lie, it may become pretty wet and noisy, his nose presses against yours when you all change the angle to deepen the contact. There's a lot of sexual tension obviously.

Kihyun looks into your eyes with that cocky ass expression and you know he's gonna come closer. It doesn't matter if you were in a soft moment, the man kisses hard. One hand will go around the back of your neck to guide you toward him. "My angel" he whispers before pressing himself against you. Kihyun gasps when your lips move apart for a second of air, not even enough to your eyes to open. He loves it when you grab him back before he does. May be a sexual kiss or not.

There is this fire within Jooheon that he can't contain. Definetly prefers kissing you all alone because he gets hard easily. Pulls your leg up when you are standing and alternate tongue kisses with noisy fast pecks which you might find cute, he's just a man in love. Of course, he moans into the kiss because it's too much: your hands clasping onto his back and butt, his clothed member pocking you. Begs you to finish it in the bedroom.

✿𒀭 mixed kisses:

Wonho can be both the sweetest boyfriend or the most intense wolf (*plays* "eye on you"). Sometimes he will intertwine his fingers with yours and kiss like a teenager discovering love. Other times he will merge with you on the bed, his hands won't be holding yours but going under your clothes instead. Hard kisses lead to sex, pure kisses are one more of his love letters.

You know how Changkyun's kisses start but you never know how they will end up. I mean, he may come for you all playful and smiley, I.M pecks you on the corner of your lips and rubs his nose onto yours. But within a split second, he is forcing his tongue in your mouth and lifting you on the kitchen counter. You manage to ask what he is doing but the truth is that turns you on automaticaly. "I want you" he snaps back and reconnects his lips with yours, placing your hands on his shoulders.

#monsta x smut #monsta x scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #shownu smut #minhyuk smut #kihyun smut #hyungwon smut #jooheon smut #i.m smut #wonho smut

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moonhoures · 1 year ago

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Stargazing

🕷️ kinktober — day 8: choking 🕸️

pairing: changkyun (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, kyun sucks his own fingers, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names: ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘naughty girl’ (all for reader), kyun slaps reader’s ass once

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: you and your boyfriend discover a kink of yours 🤭

a/n: me while writing this > 🫨🫨🫨

posted: october 8, 2023

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“You really couldn’t wait until we got to the shower, huh?”

“I’ve been waiting since we left this afternoon, so no. I can’t wait any longer,” your words came out half-muffled as your lips pressed kisses to the skin of your boyfriend’s newly-exposed chest. His collarbones, neck, and pecs were getting all the love you could give them, and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so desperate for him. He loved when you got like this.

“If I knew you’d be like this, I would’ve fucked you before we left.”

You let out a soft whine that had him biting back a laugh. Changkyun had told you he had some quick errands to run which included stopping at his workplace for an hour or so. You offered to tag along, knowing you had nothing else to do for the day. But what you didn’t sign up for was being forced to go throughout your entire day watching your boyfriend saunter around in the most simple, yet hottest outfit he could wear. Tattered jeans and a white, sleeveless muscle top that showed off his sides and drooped low enough on his chest to show the top of it. He also had a black beanie that hid his fluffy hair, and to top it all off, a chain that dangled around his neck. There was nothing particularly extravagant about the look, but he looked like a model to you. And you made it very clear to him how much he was turning you on.

The knowing glances. The pointed compliments. The not-so-innocent touches. The lustful confession of how horny he was making you. He had told you in the car to prepare for when you got home, insinuating that he would take care of you during a shower, and you couldn’t wait. It all boiled down to you two making it through the front door and instantly pouncing on each other. You had managed to pull off his shirt as you made it into the bedroom, but you just couldn’t hold out anymore.

“So needy,” he smirked.

His eyes closed for a moment as your lips trailed back up his neck and to his jaw. He reached up, clutching your chin to bring your lips to his ravenously. Low, grumbling sounds echoed from his chest as he kissed you. Your waist was pulled in close to his by his other arm, and the next thing you knew your back was against the wall. The back of your head bumped lightly against the hard surface behind you as you continued to make out passionately.

Your hands plucked at his clothes, urging him to strip, or at the very least, free his cock that you needed so badly. And your mouth watered at the sight of it alone. You had seen his length countless times, but it never failed to send arousal pooling between your legs every time. The things it could do to you. The things it has done to you. You were buzzing with anticipation.

“You’ve already got me so hard,” he breathed out, catching your gaze briefly before you both watched your hand beginning to stroke him. Small moans and whimpers of your name graced your ear, making you grin. You loved when he moaned your name.

“Good.”

Your boyfriend bucked into your grip, attempting to get some more friction. His tip was starting to leak with precum just for you, and as it made a mess on your hand, you itched to have him inside of you. Fortunately, Kyun was having the same thoughts.

“Turn around for me.”

No hesitation. In seconds, you had swiveled around, facing the wall of your bedroom. You waited, rather impatiently, hips swaying back a little as if to urge him to enter you already. But all you got was his hands on your ass, rubbing the bare skin before landing one, nice slap against your right cheek.

“Kyun-“ you warned him, but got a snarky chuckle in response.

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t resist.”

“Just fuck me, please,” you whined, “I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Really? All day?” he continued to tease you, both verbally and physically, as he pumped his cock behind you. You could feel the head of it bumping against your cheek, leaving behind a spot of wetness on your skin.

“Yes, all day,” you had a hint of aggression as you confirmed your horniness yet again, if only for the amusement of your boyfriend. A moan freefell from your parted lips and your body jolted forward slightly at the feeling of his fingers swiping up through your lips, collecting your arousal on his fingertips. He smiled to himself as he brought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.

“Just for me,” he said it, not as a question, but as a statement. He didn’t need to ask. He knew it was all for him. It was always for him. Nobody else. “Are you ready?”

“Kyun, if you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds-“

“Alright, alright.”

He cut you off, his hands grabbing a stern hold of your hips as he thrusted into you slowly but deeply. You felt your breath escape you in one gasp and you quickly braced yourself, placing your palms against the wall in front of you before you could smash your face against it. Once he knew you were secure, he began pounding into you just how he knew you would want it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Yet, careful. He only thrusted into you as much as he knew you could handle, and he kept it just soft enough that you wouldn’t be smushed against the wall in an uncomfortable way. Even when he noticed your breasts getting squished against the hard surface, he made a point to ease you back against his chest.

“How’s that, baby? Just what you wanted?”

You nodded, fingers gripping but unable to catch anything on the smooth wall while his dick brushed the spot inside of you that you could never reach on your own.

“This what you wanted all day, huh? For me to fuck you good? You should’ve just asked.”

His breath tickled your ear, making your head tilt, but he simply nudged your head to the other side before he placed kisses along your neck. Your body continued to bounce with every push of his hips against your ass, and almost every push caused a groan or a whine or a moan of his name to expel itself from your pretty lips. He couldn’t get enough. His fingers found homes all over your body, becoming nomads that roamed the terrain of your skin. The curves of your hips. The expanse of your stomach. The valley and swells of your breasts. He cupped them, his cock twitching within your walls as he felt your hard nipples underneath his palms.

“Fuck, I love you,” was muffled into the space below your ear before he kissed it. He left more kisses along your shoulder, but paused when he felt that familiar sensation building deep inside of him. His grip on you tightened, his arms restricting you even more than before. One arm wrapped around your midriff while the other snaked closer to your chest.

“Kyun, oh my God,” you moaned as his thrusts grew deeper. He was grinding himself almost strategically, his erection hitting you exactly where you needed it. You screwed your eyes shut for a moment as the warning signs of your orgasm appeared. Your heated skin. Your tensing muscles. Your bated breath. The warmth in your tummy.

And it all came crashing over its apex when his hand slid between the valley of your breasts, past your collarbones. His fingers reached up to the column of your throat. You didn’t even have a moment to prepare yourself before he was adding pressure to it, causing a small feeling of panic to brew in your mind. It quelled itself soon enough, once you remembered that this was Changkyun. He has never hurt you, and would never hurt you. Still, he had never attempted choking you before, so there was an exhilaration you had never experienced before. You hadn’t gone even ten seconds with restricted air before he was letting up again. And by then you had already came.

“Did you like that?” his voice was deeper than before, rumbling with a newfound sense of lust. He didn’t mean to choke you. Honestly, he didn’t. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he stopped, but he also noticed that you had came—hard. Your pussy was still clenching around him like crazy when he spoke, “You naughty girl.”

“Stop,” you whined, knowing he was teasing but still feeling a small sliver of humiliation from his words.

“It’s okay. Everyone has kinks. I just didn’t think you liked getting choked out,” he reached up with the same hand that had asphyxiated you, tilting your face towards his so he could look you in the eyes. Your noses were merely an inch apart, “You did like it, didn’t you? Cause you came pretty hard.”

“Mhm,” you admitted it weakly, but you didn’t feel as shameful when he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips that grew hungrier by the second. He had been still since you came but now he was shallowly and slowly thrusting again. The faintest of whimpers mumbled from your lips as the kiss became sloppier.

“You want more?” he grunted against your lips, getting an eager nod in response.

A low, animalistic moan from Changkyun’s lips met your whimpers as his hand rested against your neck again. This time the pads of his fingertips felt like heaven as they naturally fell into the dips below your jaw. Your skin felt like velvet under his palms. And when he added just enough pressure, you could hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears louder than ever. Little bursts of white spots sparkled among the black abyss behind your eyelids. You moaned, but no sound came out. You gasped for air, but no oxygen met your lungs. Your walls clenched around your boyfriend’s cock. He shivered as his hips stuttered, and he came inside of you, secretly loving the feeling of both of your climaxes leaking down his balls and your thighs. He lowkey loved making a mess with you. Besides, you were going to join him for round two in the shower anyways.

As he released your throat from his hold, you sucked in a gulp of air, filling your lungs with its necessities. Changkyun’s thumb soothed the space just between your collarbones while he pressed his lips lovingly along the side of your neck, “You’re so hot.”

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SETTLE THE SCORE — y.kihyun

After the events of her story, Y/N has had her curse broken and succubus powers removed, allowing her to live a normal life. She has managed to keep a low profile, getting a job in a diner, her entire world is turned upside down when one of the men she was tasked with seducing in her previous life shows up at the diner late one night with a bone to pick with her. incubus!Kihyun × fem!Reader

» back || m.list || taglist « ❑ WORDCOUNT — 13.6k ❑ WARNINGS — adult language, female reader, shorter reader, mentions of: self harm, suicide, suffering, torment, demons, food consumption; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! ❑ CONTENT — angst, smut; supernatural, fantasy, demons & angels, biblical, restaurant setting, small town vibes; non idol au, demon au ❑ NOTES — here to kick of the Valentine's Special is Kihyun's piece which is a sequel to this Monsta X series I wrote nearly 7 years ago. It's not entirely necessary to read the entire series before reading this but it will help you understand a little better! The next part is going to be Hongjoong's! The taglist is still open and will close on the 7th of February at 11PM CST. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

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❑ SMUT WARNINGS: unprotected sex (do not), oral (f receiving), praise (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), mild anal play (f receiving), dirty talk, mild daddy kink, rough sex, piv sex, cum inside, use of pet names (baby, kitten, etc.), and that should be all of them! If I missed any, let me know!

Your footsteps echoed in the night, carried by the icy wind as you walked with determination towards your destination. The road ahead of you was empty as you continued, staying on the sidewalk and out of harm’s way. In the distance, you could see the bright red neon sign of the diner. As you approached, the old building came into view.

It was an old fashioned diner, something straight out of the 1950’s. The main body of the restaurant was a repurposed train car that had been modified and added onto. Many of these styles of diners popped up in the 40’s and were popular into the 50’s but began to decline in the 60’s. What was left were some of the businesses that lasted out of sheer spite.

The one you worked at, Ray’s, was located along a popular highway, albeit in the middle of nowhere. It had an attached gas station which was the primary purpose for its flow of customers. Most of your visitors were vagrants, coming in for a cup of hot coffee, or travelers passing by and stopping for gas and a bite to eat before continuing on their way. Most of the success was due to the diner being open twenty four hours.

As you crossed the parking lot, a car pulled in and rolled to a stop in front of one of the pumps. You paid no mind as you headed for the door, pulling your coat tighter around you, the chilly wind whipping around you and stinging your nose.

Upon reaching the door, you opened it and darted inside, relishing the warmth of the interior of the diner. As you entered, a woman behind the counter looked up and smiled as you walked in, trying to shake off the cold. “You’re early,” she said as she returned her attention to something on the counter. You approached, unbuttoning your coat and glanced down to see a book full of crossword puzzles resting on the counter top before her, a pen in her grip as she read the clues.

“There wasn’t anything else to do,” you replied as you glanced around the mostly empty diner. There were a few patrons seated at the counter, spaced out and not even looking at one another, instead busying themselves with their food, books, or devices. You turned back to the woman behind the counter. “Anything I need to know about today, Beth?” you asked, leaning over the counter as she looked up.

She was an older woman, maybe in her mid sixties. She had been working at the diner for a long time, longer than any of the other servers. She was the boss when it came to everything not related to the kitchen. She made the schedules for the serving staff and made the rules. She was a no nonsense kind of woman but she wasn’t a total stick in the mud. She had a great sense of humor, it was just hidden under layers hardened by years of customer service.

“Ray’s in a good mood,” she noted as she jotted down letters into the squares of her crossword. “Ray’s always in a good mood,” you pointed out to which Beth scoffed. “You’ve got a point there,” she said with a low chuckle. “I swear, I’ve never seen that man so much as raise his voice even slightly.”

You joined in her amusement before your soft laughter subsided. “Who are we working with tonight?” you asked suddenly. Without looking up, Beth answered your question, filling in another answer to her puzzle. “Ava.” A slight smile graced your lips.

Ava was a sweet young woman. She was in her late teens and an incredibly hard worker. From what Beth had told you, Ava hadn’t had an easy life. Soon after she was born, her mother took off, leaving her with her grandparents. Her grandmother was an alcoholic and her grandfather was a tough, ruthless man. Ava had suffered a multitude of abuses at their hands but despite that, she grew up to be kind and sweet. As soon as she finished high school, she ran away from home with her boyfriend, Cody, and the two of them settled down in the nearby town, renting a small studio apartment.

Ava was taking courses at the local community college while her boyfriend was an apprentice under a logging company. They were both low level employees but they made enough to make ends meet. You’d met Cody on a number of occasions when he would come to pick up Ava and he always struck you as a quiet but polite and very kind person.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed. “I guess I better go clock in,” you murmured as the face read it was almost time for your shift to begin. Beth said nothing, merely nodding, as she continued her puzzle. You stood up and headed for the end of the counter, walking around to the side where the bar opened up. You flipped up the counter and stepped behind, dropping it back in place behind you before pushing open the door to the back.

Soft jazz played in the kitchen, floating through the air towards you and as you passed the dishwashing station, Ray came into view, preparing for the overnight shift and dancing to the music. You held back the urge to chuckle and turned the opposite direction to where the dry storage was. Back here was a place for employees to stash their bags and coats, a small coat rack in the corner between metal shelves that held bags of flour and sugar.

You removed your scarf and hat, tucking them into your coat pocket before pulling it off and hanging it up with your small purse. Once you had that done, you walked into the office, grabbing an apron and tying it on, checking the pockets for your usual pen and pad and grabbing an extra pad of paper and a few pens. You left the office, waving to Ray when he caught sight of you before pushing the door open and entering the bar area.

Walking over to Beth, you grabbed one of the styrofoam to go cups and filled it with ice and water, placing a lid on it and writing your name on the side of the cup in pen. Once you were done, you leaned against the counter, taking a sip as Beth grabbed the sign in sheet, housed in a black binder, and set it on the counter for you.

Grabbing one of your pens, you opened the book to the sheet for the overnight shift with the day’s date on it and signed your name and the time before shutting it and sliding under the counter to sit on the shelf with the other books ranging from accounting books to a phonebook. You watched Beth mess with her crossword for a few moments. “Ava is usually here by now,” Beth muttered under her breath, checking her watch.

You glanced up as the sound of a car pulling into the lot caught your attention. It was a black truck, an older model. The passenger door opened and out hopped Ava, no doubt calling a goodbye to Cody before she shut the door and headed for the diner entrance. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you whispered jokingly, prompting Beth to raise her head as Ava entered the diner, eyes wide, nose red from the cold, and an apologetic smile on her face.

“I am so sorry, Beth!” she exclaimed as she walked towards the counter. Beth offered only a kind smile. “You’re not late,” you said, glancing at the clock. “You’re still 5 minutes early.” Ava apologized again and Beth merely waved her off, sending her to get her ready and signed in.

Beth finally finished her crossword puzzle and moved onto the next one. Ava joined you up front, tying her apron on. “Sorry again,” she said softly as she finished and you handed her the sign-in book. She quickly jotted down her name and time into the sheet before shutting and handing the book back to you.

“Today is our anniversary and we wanted to go for dinner. It ran longer than I expected,” Ava said as she quickly tied her hair up with a scrunchy, her bangs and a few face framing strands falling back down. “You have nothing to apologize for,” You said, taking another sip of your water through the straw. “And happy anniversary.” Ava smiled, her cheeks turning pink as she thanked you.

The next hour consisted of you and Ava taking turns taking booths and ringing in their orders. As usual, business didn’t pick up until well past midnight. The night travelers came in for a bite to eat or a much needed cup of coffee before filling up their vehicles and continuing on their way. The menu of the diner was varied and consisted of hamburgers and fries to breakfast items like pancakes or french toast and the usual suspects like ham, bacon, sausage, potatoes, eggs, and grits.

It had already been several hours into your shift when “the rush” as Beth called it was dying down. You were due off at any moment when Ava approached you. “Hey, Y/N,” she said softly as you were refilling napkin holders. You glanced up to meet her gaze and immediately, you knew you weren’t going to get off early. “I really hate to do this but do you think we could switch cuts? I’d really like to spend more of my anniversary with Cody before we have to go to bed and he gets up for work.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been looking forward to getting off early to go home but unlike Ava, no one was waiting for you. Just your bed and a few houseplants. You figured you could also use the extra money. With a sigh, you set the now full napkin holder down and grab the next empty one.

“I suppose so,” you said with a smile, looking up at Ava in time to see a wide grin break across her face. “Oh thank you, thank you!” she said excitedly, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug that caught you off guard and off balance. Ava apologized, steadying you with her hands. “Thank you so much!” she said again. You nodded, waving your hand as you playfully dismissed her. “Enjoy your night,” you called as she moved to sign out of the book and head for the back.

She had already finished her side work before asking which was nice. Beth was behind the counter brewing more coffee when Ava returned, bundled up. “Can I place an order to go, Beth?” Ava asked. The older server finished setting up the coffee maker and turned to face Ava. “I need a slice of cherry pie and some ice cream,” Ava said. “One slice?” Beth asked, looking up at her. Ava nodded, looking down at her hands. “I’d like two but I’m short on money so one will have to do!” she exclaimed with a smile.

You finished filling the last napkin holder and started to grab them to put them back on the tables. As you approached Ava and Beth. “Give her a whole pie,” you said as you set a holder on the counter beside Ava. “I’ve got it covered,” you added, giving Ava a wink. Unshed tears shined in the young woman’s eyes as you continued past. Beth put in the order, calling back to Ray who appeared in the window. “A whole pie?! For two people?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh, who cares?” you called as you returned to the counter. “I’m paying for it, so it shouldn’t matter!”

Ray rolled his eyes and disappeared as you moved around to enter behind the counter. “The sugar caddies need to be filled,” Beth said as she grabbed the supplies from under the counter. “Bring me the caddies, I’ll fill them. Can you refill the ketchup and mustard?”

You nodded as you grabbed an empty tray and moved back, starting to collect all the small black containers from the tables and brought them to Beth who immediately began wiping them down. You then gathered up all the ketchup and mustard squeeze bottles and moved to the back to grab the containers to refill them.

Ava watched as you worked, bobbing her head to the music that played lightly over head. The door behind her opened and a man entered. He wore a leather jacket over a sweatshirt, a trucker hat, and light wash jeans with heavy work boots. Outside parked at the edge of the parking lot was a massive gray pickup truck with a large trailer attached to the hitch.

“Hi, welcome in,” Beth said, looking up and fixing the man with a smile. “Have a seat anywhere and we’ll be right with you!” The man thanked her and moved to take a seat near the end of the bar closer to where Beth stood. She moved over to stand in front of him and get his order while you worked on refilling the ketchup bottles.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ava asked suddenly. You glanced up for a moment before returning your gaze to your work. “Sure,” you replied. Ava hesitated before asking. “Have you ever been in love?”

Her question caught you off guard and you hesitated to answer. Love was a concept you’d never really had the opportunity to explore. Before you came to the diner, your life was very different. You’d never divulged your past to your coworkers and for good reason.

There was no way they would believe you were a former succubus and that before becoming human, you had served the legions of hell in your own twisted way. Nor would they believe you if you told them of the deal you made in exchange for your freedom.

[flashback] “Collect souls for me.” You looked up at him. “What?” He chuckled. “Not forever, obviously. How about seven? You mutilated ten men, …sooo let’s say ten male souls and we’re even?” He smiled at you and you looked around.

“Just ten male souls? That’s all?” you asked. He thought for a moment. “….how about this? You get me ten souls. I’ll forget this,” he motioned around at the carnage surrounding you before continuing, “ever happened. And, I’ll free you from Lily’s bond. How’s that sound, sugar?”

You jumped to your feet. “You’ll free me?” you asked quickly. He smiled at you. “I’ll free you. You have 10 human years. One soul per year.” He held out a hand and you took it, shaking once. “You’ve got yourself a deal, mister?” you asked. “Just call me Sam,” he smirked.

[back to present] “Y/N?” Ava’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Sorry,” you murmured. “No,” you continued, a little louder. “I’ve never been in love.” ‘It’s always been in lust.’ Ava’s smile fell slightly. “Oh,” she said softly. “That’s a shame.” Silence fell over you, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock behind you on the wall above the kitchen window.

“Is it?” you asked, tapping the bottom of the ketchup bottle in your hand against the counter top. Ava met your gaze and you could tell she was trying to work out your reasons for saying what you said. “I’ve never had my heart broken,” you continued. “I’ve never been a slave to my emotions, no offense,” you added with a smile but Ava shook her head. “None taken,” she replied.

“I’ve always been my own person. Never been told what to do, free to make my own choices,” you added. That part was only partly true. It was only after you were freed from Sam’s deal that you were allowed to make your own choices. Lucy had set you free after punishing Sam for his illicit dealing.

You felt Ava’s eyes on you once more and offered her a smile. “I’m alright,” you said, noting the concern on her face. “You keep spacing off,” Ava noted. “You let this faraway look, like you’re being transported somewhere else,” she added. You chuckled, nodding as you screwed the cap back onto the last ketchup bottle. “You could say that.”

“So there’s never been anyone?”

Another memory floated to the surface of your mind. Seven memories in fact. Flashes of seven faces that sometimes still haunt your dreams. A family man trying to move on after a nasty divorce, the personal trainer who finally got out of a toxic relationship, the virgin you met in the university library, a shopkeeper of a quaint little bookstore nestled in the heart of the city, the two best friends celebrating a birthday and the bartender by night, med student by day. Each one had left a mark on you that you could still feel, even if you couldn’t see it.

“No,” you finally answered with a smile. “There’s been no one.”

Ava’s pie came up to the window, packaged up nicely with a small pint of vanilla ice cream. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect as Cody’s truck pulled up right as Beth set the pie and ice cream on the counter to bag them.

Waving goodbye as Ava exited, you returned to your side duties as a few more late night stragglers came into the diner, one taking a seat at the bar and another taking up one of the booths with their partner. You quickly got their orders and brought their drinks before finishing your side work. They ate quickly and left, no doubt on a long journey and eager to get wherever they were going.

As you took your dishes to the back and hopped in to start filling the dishwasher, Beth’s head appeared in the kitchen window to inform you that you had another table. You quickly finished your task and wiped your hands on a towel before exiting to the front.

The booth in the corner near the bathrooms was now being occupied. You glanced outside to see it was now snowing, thick flurries falling to the ground and silently you cursed, knowing you would have to walk home in this. Putting on a polite smile, you pulled out your pad of paper and a pen and walked over to greet the guest.

“Evening,” you said as you reached the table. “What can I get for…” you trailed off as the man looked up. Your eyes widened in shock at the familiar face looking back at you. He looked slightly different from the last time you’d seen him almost a lifetime ago. The same cat-like eyes, piercing and staring into your soul. There was something different about them, something not quite …human.

His hair was different, bright orange but it still suited him somehow. His skin was just as flawless but there was an inhuman glow to it. Almost like yours had been back… then.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said, his voice just the way you remembered all those years ago, back in the nightclub he worked in. “Long time, no see.” You stared back at him, hands shaking.

“K-Kihyun?”

A smile spread across his lips. “Aww, you remember me, I’m touched.”

His words deceived the smile he wore. It was laced with contempt and sarcasm. A thousand questions ran through your mind. Most of them were along the lines of how was he here and how did he even find you?

Kihyun glanced at the pad of paper in your hands before looking back up at you. “Aren’t you going to take my order?” he asked, a hint of a smirk on his face. You cleared your throat and glanced up to find Beth watching you with a mix of curiosity and concern. You wetted your lips and forced a smile. “What can I get you?” Your question came out forced but you were trying not to lose your shit.

Kihyun barely glanced at the menu before ordering a coffee, black. He kept his eyes on you when ordering and you could have sworn when he said the word black, his eyes flashed black. The entire eye, sclera included, flashed to black. Your heart skipped a beat, your blood running cold but as quickly as it happened, his eyes were back to the same brown.

“Anything else I can get for you?” you asked. Kihyun didn’t move, merely stared at you with those same piercing eyes. “Just the coffee while I decide what else I want,” he said simply and you moved away, thankful to put some space between you. You approached the counter, lifting the flap and moving behind to get the mug of coffee. Beth watched you approach before her eyes went back to Kihyun.

“I don’t like that man,” she whispered softly as you grabbed a clean cup and the handle of the coffee pot. You opted to say nothing, instead moving back to Kihyun’s table, setting the mug down wordlessly before pouring the dark, scalding liquid into the ceramic. He stared up at you as you did and you only looked at him after you finished pouring. “I’ll be right back to take your order,” you said flatly and walked away without giving him a chance to speak.

As you returned to the counter. Beth stopped you. “Do you want me to take this?” she offered, noticing your obvious unease. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “No,” you croaked before clearing your throat and offering her a smile. “No,” you repeated more clearly. “I got this.”

You swiftly returned to Kihyun, pen in hand. “So, have you decided?” you asked. Kihyun, who was currently looking at the menu, did not look up. Instead he spoke while looking at the menu and keeping his voice low so only you could hear him. “Sit down,” he ordered. You glanced at Beth who was busy cleaning the counter tops.

“I can’t sit down while I’m working,” you told him. Kihyun sighed, eyes shutting for a moment before he opened them and looked up at you. Stifling a whimper, you noticed his eyes. Black surrounding red irises. “Sit. Down,” he ordered again, his voice not sounding like his own. There was something terrifying about it and you did as he said, taking a seat across from him at the booth.

His eyes went back to normal and he smiled at you as he reached over to grab a couple of the creamers kept in a small dish on the table. “It’s been a while,” he noted as he opened the creamers one by one and poured them into the black liquid. You said nothing, watching as he stirred the cream into his coffee. “Six years?” he asked as he grabbed a couple packets of sugar, ripping them open and dumping their contents into the swirling liquid. “I-I lost count,” you whispered, watching his movements.

Kihyun looked up at you as he stirred the coffee, mixing the sugar and cream into the blackness, watching it turn light brown instead. “You’re looking well,” he said as he set the spoon down on his napkin and brought the coffee up to his lips and inhaled. “Very well, in fact.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. “Have you decided on your order?” you asked softly, noticing Beth in the background turn to watch your exchange with scrutiny. Kihyun, despite not turning his head once, took notice of Beth's change in demeanor.

“If she disrupts us, I won’t hesitate to kill everyone in this diner,” he warned, eyes flashing dangerously. “This is between us.” You glanced at Beth who started to walk forward but you waved her off, dismissing her and signalling you were fine. Beth nodded but still watched on with concern. Kihyun took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “Much better,” he said.

You swallowed thickly, watching as he set the mug down and looked up to meet your gaze, his expression blank. “I’d like the breakfast platter,” he finally said. “Eggs scrambled, bacon and sausage, toast on white bread, potatoes instead of grits, and two buttermilk pancakes,” he continued. You quickly scribbled all of that down and got up. As you passed, he reached out, grabbing your wrist tightly.

“Once you put that order in, come back. We have a lot to talk about and tell no one what I said. I will not hesitate to kill every single person in this diner,” he said in a dangerously low voice. Once you nodded wordlessly, he allowed your wrist to slip from his grip and you hurried over to where Beth was starting a fresh pot of coffee. You quickly rang in Kihyun’s order.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Beth asked in a low voice, leaning in so only you could hear her. “Mhm,” you answered with a nod. “That man gives me a bad feeling. Should we call Bart? I know it’s late but he’s on shift, maybe his presence will—” You shook your head. “No,” you said quickly. “I-I know him.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “You know that guy?” she asked. You nodded. “He’s someone I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m just shocked. I never expected to see anyone I know so far out here in the middle of nowhere,” you said, letting out a nervous chuckle. Beth’s concerned expression changed immediately. “You looked uncomfortable earlier so I thought something was wrong,” she replied. You shook your head. “No, just really surprised to see him all the way out here. It’s been years since I’ve seen him.”

Beth’s smile widened. “Well, go catch up with him!” she urged. “I got the rest of these orders. I’ll call you when his order comes up.” You thanked Beth and returned to Kihyun’s booth, taking a seat across from him as he took another sip from his mug and glanced outside.

The snow was falling heavier now, white blanketing the parking lot save for the tracks of tires that had driven into the lot for either gas or the diner. You wondered whether Kihyun had a car out there. “You’re a good liar,” he said finally in a low tone. You glanced at him to find him already watching you.

“Tricking your coworker into believing I’m not a threat. No different than the way you tricked me six years ago, is it?” he asked, tilting his head. Your breath caught in your throat. “About that,” you quickly tried to explain yourself. “I was trapped in this deal. I had no choice. It was that or death.” Kihyun sighed, leaning back against the back of his seat.

“If it was just casual sex, I could have understood. I wanted you so much back then. When you sat down at my bar, all I could think about was bending you over it and taking you right then and there, my job be damned. I wanted you so fucking bad,” he said, leaning forward, placing a hand on the table as he stared you down.

“But I decided that I should wait. Maybe get to know you better. So I went home. I went home and I was good. And then,” he hesitated, staring into your eyes, his gaze burning into you. “You infiltrated my dreams. My mind. You played with me,” he hissed, his hostile tone making you wince. “You fucking played with me and then disappeared leaving behind only a trace of you which I later learned was your mark. You fucking marked me. And then they came for me.”

Your eyes widened. “They what?” you whispered. “They came for me,” Kihyun repeated. “Said they were coming to collect.” Your stomach dropped as the realization dawned on you what he was saying. “That’s… not possible,” you whispered. “They said the deal was off and the marks were gone.” Kihyun’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what they told you?” he asked, a scoff escaping him.

“How naive have you become?”

You looked up at him before leaning forward. “I was told by the Queen of Hell herself that the deal was off. They never should have come for you.” Kihyun scoffed once more. “And demons are always so truthful, right?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and you knew what he was implying. “I never once lied to you,” you snapped, making sure to keep your voice down. “I never lied to you. We barely even spoke,” you added. “A little flirting and light banter but I never once lied to you.”

Kihyun snorted as he grabbed the mug of coffee and lifted it to take another sip. “You lied by omission,” he countered. “You never told me that you were there to put some sort of demonic hit out on me.” You winced at his tone. It was icy much like the air outside. “I was in a bind,” you explained. “I wanted to be free and the only way to do that was to collect the souls of 10 men. I was supposed to kill you.”

Kihyun raised his eyes to meet yours, a dark and sinister look on his face.

“When I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you had killed me.”

Before you could respond, Beth called your name. Looking up, you met her gaze and excused yourself, getting up and walking over to the counter where Beth set a plate loaded with eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and toast and another plate with two buttermilk pancakes. “Everything okay over there?” she asked, checking in and under any other circumstances, you would appreciate it. But you were afraid she was going to catch on if she kept watching. “Yeah, we’re just talking about the past,” you told her. “You don’t have to worry,” you added. “If it looks like things are getting heated, it’s fine. He’s harmless.”

Beth nodded and you thanked her, moving to carry the plates over to Kihyun, setting them down in front of him. “The breakfast platter. Anything I can get you?” you asked in a normal voice. Kihyun looked up at you and you felt your stomach twisted at the way he looked at you. It wasn’t unlike how he’d looked at you all those years ago.

“Could you be a doll and refill my coffee?” he asked, showing you the empty mug. You nodded wordlessly but before you could walk away, he grabbed your wrist to stop you before sliding his hand down to yours, taking it and bringing it to his face. Your heart raced as he pressed your palm against his cheek, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “Get yourself a mug while you’re at it,” he added softly.

You glanced up to see Beth was watching and it suddenly made sense. He was putting on a show. “Fresh coffee, coming right up,” you said, pulling your hand away from him and walking over to the counter, slipping behind it and moving to the coffee pot, grabbing the pot and a clean mug. “That didn’t look like ‘nothing,’” Beth said softly as she watched you. You looked over at her, forcing a smile.

“It’s complicated,” you replied. “You told Ava you’ve never been in love,” she countered. “And I haven’t,” you answered. “I’ve never been in love.” Beth’s eyes wandered over to where Kihyun sat eating. “He’s clearly harboring something for you,” she said. You shook your head. “Maybe lust,” you answered. You looked over, meeting her quizzical gaze. “Like I said,” you continued. “It’s complicated.”

You left the counter and returned to Kihyun, pouring more coffee into his mug before setting the clean one down and pouring the black liquid into it. You returned to the counter, setting the pot down which Beth took and placed back on the warmer. You returned to the table as the last guest left the diner, opening the door, letting in a blast of cold wintry air.

You walked faster and sat down across from Kihyun as Beth cleared the other table, wiping the surface down and returned to the counter before disappearing into the back. “And then there were two,” Kihyun said softly. He held out a piece of bacon. “Bacon?” he asked, offering it to you. With a perplexed look, you shook your head, declining his offer.

“What do you want?” you finally asked as he ate. “Why are you here?”

Kihyun swallowed his food before taking a drink of his coffee which he had mixed more cream and sugar into while you left yours black. “I thought it was obvious,” Kihyun said as he set the mug down and looked up to meet your gaze. “I want to settle the score.”

Your blood ran cold at his admission. ‘Settle the score? What does that mean?’

“Wh-what does that mean?” you asked softly. “It means,” Kihyun started. “That I want to settle the score. Do you have any idea what happened to me? To all of us?” You shivered slightly. You knew the inner workings of the circles of hell. You knew exactly what happened to the souls unfortunate enough to be sent there.

“They tortured us. I was tortured. Made to endure horrible, physical pain, for a thousand years,” he explained. “All because of you.” You fought back the urge to cry, refusing to meet his eyes. He’d been through the same thing you had. Inhuman torture for a millennium until they gave you a choice. “And then one day, they offered me a choice,” Kihyun continued as he finished the food on his plate and pushed it aside, pulling the pancakes towards him and starting to cut them up.

“I could either continue to endure the torture for eternity,” he said. “Or join their ranks,” you finished for him, making him look up at you. “It’s the same choice they gave me,” you explained, raising your gaze to meet his. “I was also tortured but the difference between us is that I was tortured for thousands of years. Not a thousand. Thousands. Three millenia passed before they offered me the choice.”

Kihyun stared at you as you recounted the torture, the physical pain. “They…” you trailed off. “They punish you until you have no choice. They do it until they know you’ll break and accept their offer. Anything is better than the knives, the hooks, the burning…” you trailed off again, looking down at the mug of hot coffee in your hands, steam slowly rising from the surface.

“Anything is better than that.”

Kihyun leaned back, setting his fork down. “Three thousand years, huh?” he asked. You looked up at him, fresh tears pooling in your eyes. “Three thousand fucking years,” you hissed. “They sliced and stripped bits of my skin away, leaving the muscle exposed. Dug hooks into my flesh and hung me up like a slab of meat. Pulled teeth one by one, ripped finger and toe nails off one by one until I was little more than a lump of meat and then they did it all over again. Whips, hooks, spears, knives, acid baths. I experienced it all,” you explained as Kihyun stared at you.

“So forgive me for choosing to end my suffering. I never would have had to mark you had Sam not been following me that day,” you muttered. Kihyun tilted his head to the side. “Sam?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. You looked up at him, a single tear falling from your eye and down your cheek.

Kihyun leaned forward, reaching out to take your chin in his hand before wiping the tear away. He sat back against the booth. “Who is Sam?” he asked. You let out a sigh. “He was Lily’s husband. The Father of all Incubi,” you explained. “Lilith is the Mother.” Kihyun nodded slowly. “I know Lily. I’ve never heard of Sam,” he replied.

“Sam, or Samael as he was also known, was Lily’s husband,” you started. “He was following me one day, I don’t know why, but saw me being cornered by a group of human men. This was after I’d already accepted my life as a succubus and I was in danger. I blacked out and when I came to, I’d slaughtered all the men. Sam saw me and threatened to tell Lucy,” you continued, recalling the moment when you were caught.

“In exchange for not telling Lucy what I’d done, Sam offered me a deal. Collect 10 human souls for him and he would free me,” you whispered. “I was scared. I didn’t want Lucy to know what I’d done. I thought she would end me or worse, send me back to be tortured for all eternity.” Kihyun nodded slowly, eyes narrowed as he listened to your story.

“So you accepted his deal to collect 10 souls for him?” You nodded wordlessly as he picked up his fork and continued to eat his pancakes. “He gave me 10 human years to collect them. One soul for every year. I never actually collected them. Instead I marked them. I seduced ten men and marked them for Sam to collect. I wasn’t going to be responsible for the actual killing of 10 men.”

Kihyun let out a scoff. “You’re just as guilty. You might as well have killed us,” he spat bitterly. You winced at his sharp words. “Maybe,” you said softly. “But when I met with Sam after the last mark, Lucy and Lily showed up. I’d managed to get a message to them about what was going on and tell them what Sam was doing. I had no idea that Sam was trying to undermine Lucy and was planning to overthrow her and take her throne. Lucy figured it out and in the end, she killed Sam for it.”

Kihyun’s eyes widened slightly. “I thought she was going to kill me, too,” you continued. “I expected it but instead, she told me I was free and that the deal I had made with Sam was null and void and that the marks had been removed. I had no idea that wasn’t true,” you added, looking up to meet Kihyun’s gaze.

“If I had known—”

“What? If you had known, what would you have done?”

You fell silent at his accusations. He was right. Deep down, you knew you would have done nothing. Not against the queen of hell. You merely ran and ran until it was all behind you. “I don’t know,” you whispered. Kihyun sighed, pushing his now empty plate away. “Like I said earlier, I’m here to settle the score,” he explained as he pulled out a black leather wallet and opened it, pulling out a few bills and tossing them down onto the table. He then looked at you.

“Give me your pad and a pen,” he demanded. You looked up at him and quickly pulled out your pad and a pen, handing them over. He flipped to a clear page and scribbled something down. “Come to this address after your shift,” he said as he placed something against the page and closed the pad before giving it and the pen back to you. He got up and you watched as he grabbed his coat from the bench.

It was only when he stood that you could see what he was wearing. A dark blue button down under a black suit jacket and black trousers. He pulled his coat on before pulling a scarf out of his pocket and wrapping it snugly around his neck. “If you don’t show up tonight,” he started as he buttoned his coat, looking down at you. “I’ll be forced to come to your place,” he continued.

“And you really wouldn’t like that.”

With that, he turned and headed for the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the icy wind and snow that was coming down even more. You watched as he walked out past the cars and into the parking lot, following his orange hair until the darkness swallowed him up. You grabbed the plates from the table and took them to the back, coming back for the cups.

Once the table was clear you picked up the money he left and went to ring him out. His total came to barely fifteen dollars but he’d left sixty. You were gobsmacked. He’d given you a 45 dollar tip. You cashed out his bill and put the rest in your apron pocket.

Beth finally returned and the rest of your shift went by without incident but your mind was on Kihyun. He’d tracked you down after 6 years. Did that mean the other nine would come to collect as well? Your thoughts raced as the rest of your shift ticked by, the clock counting down the minutes until you were free.

When your relief finally came in at 3 am, you were beyond terrified to get off work. You went through your side work, trying to extend it as much as possible, prolonging the inevitable but finally, Beth forced you to clock out. Gathering your things from the back, you contemplated not even going home. You remembered the address in the pad and grabbed it from your apron.

As you pulled the pages apart, you found the page and something fell out of it. Whatever he’d stashed among the pages. You bent down to pick it up. It was a crisp 100 dollar bill. He’d folded it and stashed it in your pad of paper. You picked it up and pocketed it.

When you left, the snow had let up slightly but the ground was still covered and you were going to have to walk in it. Beth offered to give you a ride but your home was in the opposite direction and you didn’t want her to risk it. You started the long walk, snow crunching under your feet as you walked.

The silence was deafening and eerie. Snowy nights always managed to creep you out because of the lack of sound and activity. You shrank in on yourself some more as you walked, trying to preserve the heat. As you neared your home, you wondered if this was to be your last night on this Earth.

Turning and walking down the snow-covered dirt road to your home was quiet and the dim yellow street light at the end of your driveway bounced off the snow, providing a little more light than usual but even so, you still pulled your phone out of your purse and turned the flashlight on to complete the walk.

You reached your small cabin, climbing the steps and pulling out your keys to unlock the door. Once inside, you removed your shoes and unbuttoned your coat, pulling it off and hanging it by the door. You moved through the cabin, turning on the lights and moving to the fireplace. You were about to start a fire when you remembered what Kihyun had said.

Instead, you moved to your bedroom, slowly stripped out of your work uniform and instead of pulling on your pajamas, you changed into some thermal base layers. You bundled up until you were confident you weren’t going to freeze on the walk to wherever you were going. You pulled out the paper and your phone, putting the address into the maps app to find out where you were going.

It was about a 20 minute walk from your place. Glancing at the clock, you sighed. It was nearing 4 am. Deciding it would be better to just listen, you pulled your boots over your layered socks before putting on your coat, your scarf, a hat, and ear muff for good measure. You checked the directions on your phone once more before pocketing the device and slipping on a pair of gloves.

You exited the cabin, locking the doors and headed down the steps, pulling a flashlight you grabbed from the shelf and turning it on. The walk was silent from your cabin to the road and from there you followed the directions, walking down the side of the road in the opposite direction of the diner.

As you walked, you wondered if you should be doing this or if you should just run. You had to admit, the idea of just leaving everything behind and running sounded appealing but knowing what you did about demons, it would only be a matter of time before you were tracked down again and next time, Kihyun might not be so courteous. No, this was the best course of action.

After about twenty minutes, you checked your phone to see you were close to your destination. You followed the directions. Your path took you to a fence and metal gate with a sign that read ‘no trespassing’ and you instantly were worried about getting caught by security. You found a gap in the fencing and squeezed through it, making your way across the abandoned complex until a large square shaped building came into view, appearing out of the darkness.

It looked to be a school of sorts. You stared up at it, taking note of the broken glass windows that littered the facade of the building until you noticed a dim light coming from one of the top windows that wasn’t broken. ‘Is that him?’ you wondered. ‘Only one way to find out.’

You walked towards the door, wondering if you’d even be able to find a way in but luck it would seem was on your side and you found the front door propped open despite the heavy, rust covered chains looped through the metal door handles and poorly holding them together.

You managed to wriggle your way through the doors and out of the wind. It was still cold but being inside and out of the snow and wind made a huge difference. You walked down the central hall, looking for a lift or some stairs. Some way to get up to the top floor where you’d seen the light coming from. At the back of the hall, you found a door and pulled it open, the bottom scraping against the tile floor until you were able to peer inside, shining your light in to find a set of stairs.

You pushed your way inside and started climbing them, taking care to tread lightly. You kept climbing the flights of stairs, stopping part of the way up on the landings to catch your breath. When you finally reached the top, you walked down the hall until it reached an intersection. To your left was nothing but darkness but to your right you could see a faint light.

You started in that direction carefully. As you inspected the walls, your suspicions on the building being an old school were confirmed with yellowed pieces of paper, drawings long since faded away hung from old, crumbling bulletin boards. Approaching the door, you could hear faint music coming from the room beyond. You reached the door at the end of the hall, finding it cracked and carefully pushed it open.

Inside, the room was bathed in the dim golden glow of a lamp. The walls indicated this was an old classroom. The walls had a few old posters, all faded with age. As you looked around, you caught sight of the source of the light and the music. All the old classroom furniture, the desks, chairs, teachers desk and filing cabinets had been pushed into the middle of the room, creating a sort of partition wall. On the other side was a makeshift apartment.

There was a table and chairs, a couch and table where the source of the music sat, a record player. Two end tables on either side of the couch had lamps that were the source of the light. Beyond the living area was a bed that looked well slept in and surprisingly comfortable. There was also a cast iron stove with a fire in the corner near the bed providing some much needed warmth.

You looked around but couldn’t seem to find the occupant which you could only assume was Kihyun as he had given you this address. As you moved further into the room, the sound of rustling could be heard. You looked around for the source of the noise but saw no sign of movement. Straining your years, you could tell it was coming from the corner opposite the cast iron stove.

Upon moving closer, you could see there was an opening in the wall which you could only assume was a closet. The rustling grew as you neared the open doorway. Glancing around, you saw something metallic lying on one of the old desks and grabbed it, realizing immediately it was a pipe. You held it tightly in your hand as you approached the closet, heart beat rising as you drew closer.

With one final surge of confidence, you rounded the corner and held the pipe high above your head but found the closet was empty. No sign of anything alive. As you lowered the pipe a voice rang out from behind you.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped, letting out a panicked yelp and turned quickly, finding a pair of familiar eyes staring at you. You raised a hand to your chest, placing it over your heart where you could feel it hammering in your chest. Kihyun gave you a puzzled look, noticing the lead pipe in your hand. He walked towards you slowly as you tried to regain your composure.

Carefully and gently, he took the pipe from you, keeping a hold on your hand as he tossed the metal aside with a dull thud as it hit the floor that was littered in a layer of newspaper. “Come here,” he said softly, guiding you over to the couch and sat you down, kneeling in front of you and watching as you gained control of your breathing.

“I see you still know how to make an entrance,” he joked as you tried to will your heart to calm down. You let out a nervous laugh at his attempt to amuse you. “I could say the same thing to you,” you quipped back. A smile spread across his face. It was completely different from the ones he’d given you earlier in the diner. Something about his demeanor had changed since then.

“You came,” you finally noted, not moving from his crouched position before you. “You didn’t really give me much of a choice,” you reminded him. Kihyun’s smile turned into a frown. It wasn’t a scowl or out of anger, more out of disappointment though you couldn’t fathom why he would feel that way.

“I uh, actually want to apologize,” he said softly, lowering his gaze as he reached up to scratch the back of his head. You stared at him, silence permeating the air as you waited for an explanation for his apology. “When I entered the diner earlier, I was angry. I was livid. I wanted to ruin everything for you,” he explained, a hint of anguish in his voice.

He looked at your hand, the one he held in his hand, and slowly removed your glove, exposing your skin. With the glove off, he turned your hand over and looked at your palm and wrist, taking note of the faint scarring. He glanced up at you, a look of surprise in his eyes. You looked away from him, from the reminders of your past.

“But I can see now you’ve suffered as much, if not more than, me,” he continued softly. “We’re not so different.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as he ran his thumb over the scarring on your wrist. “When did this happen?” he asked quietly. He fell silent after asking, the sound of the fire in the stove being the only sound you could hear. He was waiting for you to answer him.

“A few months after Lucy set me free,” you finally answered, your voice breaking. “I… was wracked with guilt,” you continued. “Guilt for the atrocities I committed while in service to them. I was plagued with terrible night terrors. I couldn’t stand it. I tried to…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath to keep from crying. Kihyun looked up at you. “I was unsuccessful,” you said, blinking away the tears.

You met his gaze and the tears came back. “I am so sorry for what happened to you,” you said, your voice breaking even more. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” The sobs you’d been trying to hold back finally broke through and you doubled over, the tears finally flowing freely. Kihyun didn’t move. Instead, he reached up, placing a hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “All I wanted was revenge,” he said softly. “Wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine but I don’t think that will make things right.”

Another sob escaped you, your body shivering. Whether it was from the cold or from your emotions, you couldn’t tell. You felt his hand move from the back of your head to cradle your chin and lift your head until your eyes met his. “I don’t think I need to tell you that I’ve changed my mind,” he said softly. “You’ve suffered enough.”

Through broken sobs and tears you nodded, clearing your throat before speaking. “We both have.” Kihyun took your face in his hands. “I promise you right here and now that after tonight, I won’t come back. I’ll leave you to live your life,” he whispered, wiping away your tears. “But you must do something for me.” Your eyes looked between his eyes, wondering what he could possibly need from you.

“Don’t fight me,” he said softly. “Give in to me.”

You felt your worries and anguish slowly melt away, replaced by a growing desire as you stared into his eyes. You knew this feeling. You knew this tactic. You’d used it plenty of times. He was clearing your mind in an attempt to seduce you. Fighting against it, you pulled back from his grip. “You don’t have to do that,” you stated quietly. “If you want me, just tell me.”

You could see his lips quirk into a small smile. “Fine then,” he said, sitting up on his knees, grabbing the front of your coat and pulling you towards him. “I want you, Y/N. Since laying eyes on you in the diner, I’ve wanted you. I need you. Please let me—”

You cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as his hands fumbled with the buttons of your coat. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He broke away a moment later, still fumbling with your coat. “You’re wearing too many layers,” he mumbled as he managed to open your coat. “It’s freezing outside,” you fired back, letting go of him long enough for him to push your heavy winter coat off of you.

You kicked off your boots as he pulled at your layers, pulling off the first sweatshirt and tossing it aside. Your pants joined them before he leaned in, capturing your lips in another heated kiss as you tugged at his clothes, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Lift your hips for me,” he murmured, fingers pulling at your leggings. You did as he asked and he pulled the fleece lined material down your legs, tossing them aside before going for your top, the final layer.

He pulled it off over your head and dropped on the growing pile of clothes. His eyes raked over your form, taking in a sight he hadn’t seen in nearly six years. You took his momentary lapse to finish pulling the buttonholes of his shirt loose off the buttons and push the dark blue fabric off him. He was similar but at the same time, it was entirely new. It was clear that as an incubus, his physique had changed slightly, he was more muscular but still the same lean frame you remembered all those years ago.

Kihyun’s hands moved up your thighs to your waist. His words failed him as he continued to drink in your appearance. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he finally whispered, one of his hands moving up your body, ghosting over your chest to your neck. His fingers danced along your skin until his hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you forward, crashing his lips against yours.

As he parted your lips, you let out a soft groan, your core aching to be touched and your arousal starting to pool in your panties. You felt his tongue slip past your lips, finding yours and tasting you. Your hands moved of their own accord, sliding down his torso to his pants and starting to undo them. Kihyun moved to grab your hands, holding them before he pulled back to look at you.

“Sit back,” he ordered. You did as he said, leaning back against the plush of the couch cushions as he released your hands and leaned in, pressing feather light kisses against your collar and moving down, leaving a path of kisses down the valley of your breast. His lips traveled further, skipping over your clothed sex as he grabbed your hips and dragged them to the edge of the couch.

He glanced up at you through his lashes before turning his head and kissing the inside of your thigh. Your head fell back as you felt his lips and tongue against your skin until he sank his teeth into the soft flesh and you let out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan as he sucked lightly.

Your hand moved to his hair, combing through the orange locks as his lips moved towards the apex of your thighs. Your breath caught as he neared your aching heat but he teased you, skipping over it again in favor of kissing and teasing the inside of your other thigh.

You squirmed under him, chest rising and falling as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “K-Kihyun,” you sighed, tugging gently at his locks. You felt him smile against your skin. “Patience,” he murmured as he looked up at you. “I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied but you have to be patient.” You let out a low groan of frustration but followed it immediately with a gasp as you felt his tongue press flat against your cloth covered cunt.

He added pressure, pressing your panties against your throbbing clit. Instinctively, your legs spread and hips bucked towards him. Kihyun pulled back, watching your reaction as you whined, hips chasing his mouth. He chuckled softly and slipped his hands under your backside, grabbing your panties and pulling them down. You lifted your hips without prompting to help him get them off faster.

Once discarded, Kihyun took his time, inspecting your wet sex, spreading your folds, exposing you to the cool air. “I wonder if you taste just as good as I remember,” he murmured, not giving you a chance to respond before his tongue was dragging over your clit, making your body jolt. He groaned against you, tongue teasing the sensitive bud before lightly sucking.

You gasped out a curse, hands moving to his hair as he chuckled and pulled back. “Don’t stop,” you whined. Kihyun shifted, lifting your thighs over his shoulders before diving back in, his lips attaching to your clit, the tip of his tongue swirling around it. The sudden onslaught had you gasping, back arching off the couch. One hand carded through his hair, gripping it while the other found purchase on the couch cushion.

Each pass of his tongue over your clit had your body shaking. Your thighs were starting to tremble when he pulled back, ignoring your protests as he kissed up your stomach to your chest. He quickly undid the clasp of your bra and removed it, not caring where it landed. His mouth was on you immediately, taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth.

You felt his hand dip between your thighs, the tips grazing your folds before spreading them and gathering your wetness. Without warning, he slowly pushed two fingers into you aching heat, giving you some relief as his tongue continued to tease and circle your nipple. Once his fingers were buried past his knuckles he started to move them slowly, scissoring slightly before pumping them in and out of you.

It was a slow, torturous pace that had your hips chasing his touch. Kihyun never gave in, keeping the same pace as he suckled on the skin of your breast, letting your saliva-covered nipple fall from his mouth. He left a trail of wet kisses up your collar, kissing up the side of your neck and to the spot just under your ear. His fingers curled inside you, making you moan loudly. You heard him chuckle breathily against your ear.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispered. “Just like how I remember.” At this, he picked up the pace, fingers moving faster in and out of your sopping hole. You let out whimper, your grip on his hair tightening as your back arched, pressing your chest against his. “If you think this feels good, wait until I’m filling you with my cock instead, sweetheart,” he mumbled, nose bumping against the shell of your ear.

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers as he moved them even fast, stopping to curl them deep inside you. “You want that?” he whispered. “Want me to stuff my cock in this tight pussy? Want me to split you open?” You nodded fervently, whimpers and moans of his name falling from his lips as you slowly came apart on his fingers. “Beg for it,” he growled in your ear. “Beg me to fuck you.”

A cry escaped your lips as you felt him press his thumb against your clit, rubbing in tandem to the fingers thrusting inside you. “Come on, baby,” he muttered. “Beg me to fuck you and I will.” You tried to refrain from it, not wanting to give in so easily but when he slammed his fingers into you harder, rougher, making you cry out, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“P-please,” you gasped. “Please fuck me.” Kihyun chuckled against your ear, his breath hitting your skin and causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. “Please fuck me, what?” he cooed. He hadn’t given you instruction for this or any direction so you went with your instincts. You tugged his head back to force him to look at you. “Please fuck me, daddy.”

The sound he let out was almost animalistic as he pulled his fingers from your heat. His movements were quick, standing up and pulling you up. He grabbed you by the neck, carefully guiding you towards the bed where he forced you back onto it. You stared up at him as he finished your work of removing his pants and kicked them off along with his shoes. He climbed onto the bed, following as you scooted back until you were against the pillows.

Kihyun settled between your thighs, staring down at you with darkened eyes. “I won’t go easy on you,” he said softly, hands pressed against the mattress on either side of your head. “But I’m not going to hurt you this time.” You nodded, looking up at him, feeling his hot and hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh. “I won’t break,” you whispered, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I promise.”

Kihyun dipped down, taking your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss at the same time he reached between you, guiding the head of his cock to your slit. He slowly rubbed against you, coating the tip with your arousal and spreading some of the precum that had gathered. “Safe word?” he asked, making your heart skip a beat. He hadn’t asked for one last time, granted you didn’t need one. It was strange having someone ask you. You wracked your brain for a moment before a smile spread across your face.

“Crimson,” you answered. Kihyun’s confused expression dissipated and without warning, he pushed into you, his cock slowly spreading your walls and filling you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling. There were obvious changes to his body after becoming an incubus and this was one of them. His cock was bigger than it had been when he was human.

You choked out a moan as he continued to push into you, giving you every inch of his cock you could take until he finally stilled, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “F-fuck,” he cursed, head hanging as he tried not to pull back and slam into you, instead letting your body adjust to him. “You’re much b-bigger than I remember,” you choked out, making him chuckle. “Sorry about that,” he mused, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You shook your head. “D-don’t be,” you replied. “Feels good.”

Kihyun’s brow rose and he slowly pulled back, his cock sliding out of you before he thrust back into you slowly, making you moan loudly and unrestrained. “Yeah?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Feels good?” You nodded quickly. “Yes,” you gasped. “Feels so good.” Kihyun repeated the same motion before setting a slow but steady pace, thrusting into you carefully.

“Kihyun, please,” you begged. “You can go harder. I’m not gonna break.”

With your encouragement, Kihyun obliged, pounding into you a little harder, a little rougher. You cried out, head thrown back as he rocked into you, his breath shaking as he was clearly holding back still. “Kihyun,” you whined. “Please don’t hold back.” He shook his head, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, his voice barely audible of the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“Please,” you whispered, pulling him down into a kiss. “Please fuck me,” you whispered against his lips. Kihyun’s resolve melted immediately and he pulled back, grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them down against your stomach as he threw all inhibitions aside, slamming into you roughly, making you scream out in pleasure. “Oh fucking hell,” you gasped, feeling his cock hit your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out.

Kihyun let out a growl as he held you down, his cock pistoning in and out of you at an inhuman speed. He was struggling to keep the pace, his thrusts becoming erratic. He let go of your thighs and put his full weight on you, keeping your legs in place as he thrust his cock down into you.

The only sounds filling the room were your wanton moans, his grunts, and the wet sound of his cock pounding your tight hole. “Fuck, I have to stop,” he groaned. “M’gonna cum if I don’t.” You shook your head. “No, no, no,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop!”

Kihyun ignored your desperate pleas and pulled out of you with a growl. You whined at the sudden emptiness. Kihyun sat back on his heels, breathing heavily. “Sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t want it to end.” You propped yourself up on your elbows. “It’s fine,” you gasped. Kihyun stared down at you, moving to hover over you, taking you in a searing kiss.

You pulled him down, chest to chest, kissing him back. Your lips parted and his tongue immediately slipped into your mouth. You weren’t sure how long it lasted but you kept kissing him and allowing his hands to wander, gripping your thigh, your ass. One of his hands snuck between your bodies, cupping your chest. He pulled back, pressing light kisses down your neck to your collar. His hand continued to knead and squeeze your breast until he lifted his head.

“Roll over for me,” he finally said and pushed himself up. You did as he asked, rolling onto your stomach. His hands immediately smoothed over your backside, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. You let out a giggle as he lightly smacked your ass, watching it bounce back. “I don’t think I told you how much I love you body,” he said softly as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up onto your knees. You pushed your chest up and peered over your shoulder at him.

“No,” he said quickly, placing a hand on your back and pushing your chest down so your ass was up. You stayed like that for him, head turned to the side and cheek pressed against the bed as his hands ran along your sides and back to your ass again. You felt him spread your cheeks once more and let out a gasp as you felt something wet against your hole. “What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck this hole?” he asked, thumb spreading the drop of spit he left over your hole, smearing it around the skin.

Before you could respond, you felt him push his thumb into your ass and you let out a groan, fingers digging into the sheets. “Would you like that?” he murmured, grabbing his cock in his free hand and rubbing it against your cunt. “You want me to fuck your ass, baby?” You moaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy, wall eagerly sucking him back in. He kept his thumb in your ass as he bottomed out in your pussy, digging deeper into your walls and his cock pressing fully against your cervix.

“Maybe after I’ve used up this tight little pussy,” he muttered as he pulled back slowly, snapping his hips forward and filling you in a single thrust. You gasped, moaning out as he set a much faster and more relentless pace. He kept his thumb in your ass as he fucked you, using his free hand to hold your hips and pull you back against him as he buried his cock into you.

“C’mon, baby,” he urged. “Meet me halfway.”

You pushed back against him, driving his cock deep into you, making you cry out as the tip hit your cervix again. “Fuck,” Kihyun groaned, stilling as he guided you back on his cock, making you fuck yourself on him. “Just like that, kitten,” he whispered, watching his cock disappear inside you, a faint ring of your juices at the base of the shaft.

“Keep going,” he said, tightening his grip on your hip until it was almost bruising. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself on my cock. Good girl.” His eyes fluttered shut as you moved, ass hitting his hips but his thumb stayed firmly in place. He started to meet your thrusts, moaning when your walls clenched around him. “Yes, fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it baby. Keep going. You got this.”

You whimpered into the sheets, drool falling from your parted lips but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when his cock felt so good, was hitting all the right places, and stretching you so deliciously. The feeling of his thumb buried in your ass was adding to the pleasure. “Come on,” he urged through gritted teeth. “I know you can go faster than that.”

You lifted your head but kept your chest against the bed as your grip on the sheets tightened and you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts and making you see stars. Your face contorted in pleasure as your orgasm approached quickly. “F-fuck,” you gasped. “M’gonna cum!” Kihyun let out a strangled moan, feeling your walls constrict around him. “Let go,” he moaned. “Come for me, baby.”

You let out a high pitched moan as your orgasm washed over you. Thighs shaking as waves of ecstasy rolled over you, heat spreading throughout your body from the tips of your fingers to your toes. A blanket of euphoria enveloped you, white stars filling your vision as you came. Your climax spurred Kihyun’s on as he fucked you through most of it before he finally came with a growl, burying his cock as deep into you as he could, thick ropes of hot cum filling your cunt and painting your walls.

You continued to clench rhythmically around his cock, milking him for every drop he had and emptying his entire load into you until it started to spill out of you. The feeling of his sticky seed sliding down the inside of your thighs already coated in your own release sent you over the edge again and you came once more, hole pulsating with him still inside you and pushing more of his cum out of you.

Kihyun sighed, pulling his thumb from your ass and running his hands up your back to your shoulders. He gave you a sharp, deep thrust, making you cry out. He wasn’t finished. His cock still hard and throbbing inside you, he started a relentless and merciless pace, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. After just a few moments of this, he sent you spiraling with another orgasm before his second release exploded, filling you much more violently than before. Your stomach ached as his seed seeped into your womb, filling it with an impossible amount.

By the time he finally finished, there was a small bulge just under your navel and the inside of your thighs were coated in his thick release. He slowly pulled out of you, more of his cum spilling out of your spent hole until his cock finally slipped free and you winced. Your body slumped over as Kihyun got off the bed and disappeared for a moment.

When he returned, he had a cloth and was wiping the inside of your thighs, cleaning the remnants of his mess. Once that was done, he climbed onto the bed, pulling back the covers and laying you in the depths, covering both of your bodies up. “Kihyun?” you called softly and he pulled you close. “Yes?” he asked just as softly. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”

He hesitated to answer. The truth was no, he would not and somewhere deep inside yourself, you knew that but you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay. Opting to feed into your delusion, Kihyun pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yes,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

You settled into his arms, eyes shutting as sleep took over your form and everything went black.

The snow crunched underfoot as Kihyun walked towards the building, looking up at the high rise. The city wasn’t his favorite place and he hated it ever since his return to the surface. The building was unoccupied, allowing him to climb the stairs from the ground floor to the top. He climbed the last flight of stairs, pushing open the door leading to the roof.

The wind whipped around, blowing his coat in the wind as he walked towards the figure standing near the edge. He stopped a few feet away, squinting in the brightness of the snow blanketing the city. The skies were a dull gray, conveying the feelings stirring deep inside him. The contempt he felt for the person who stood with their back towards him.

“I’m not doing this anymore,” Kihyun said plainly. “I’m done playing your game.”

The figure didn’t move but Kihyun didn’t need them to, he’d said his piece. He started to turn but the figure finally spoke.

“You’re done?” they asked. Kihyun turned his head slowly to look at their back. “You think you can just decide when to listen to orders?” The figure turned to face him. Her black and yellow eyes gave him the chills but what scared him even more was the wicked grin on her face. “I told you to collect,” she said, her voice dangerously low.

Kihyun narrowed his eyes. “No,” he snapped. “Get someone else to do your dirty work. I’m done.” As he started to turn away, he was suddenly grabbed around the neck by a blackened, clawed hand and lifted off the roof.

“You’re done when I say you are,” a deep, animalistic and demonic voice said. It sounded like a thousand voices were speaking at once. “Go fuck yourself,” Kihyun choked out, grabbing at the hand around his throat. “Sorry,” she said with a sarcastic grin. “You aren’t my type.” She dropped him, stepping over him as he crumpled to the ground.

“Don’t make me tell you twice. Get. It. Done.”

Kihyun got to his feet and started after her. “Lucy!” he shouted, making her stop and turn to look at him. “I said find someone else,” he growled as he reached her. She glared up at him. “How dare you—” Kihyun caught her hand as she tried to swing at him. The woman’s eyes widened as Kihyun overpowered her, throwing her back across the roof, following as she rolled and quickly scrambled up.

“I told you,” Kihyun said, pushing her back, making her stumble towards the edge of the building. “Find someone else. I am done.” Lucy stopped at the edge, glancing back at the city below. “I’ve collected plenty of souls for you,” Kihyun started. “Pick someone else to be your little lap dog. I’ve served my time.” Lucy glared at him again, eyes narrowing. “I am the Queen of Hell,” she snapped. “You are my servant. You will do as your queen commands.”

Kihyun ignored her and started to turn away. Again, Lucy lashed out but Kihyun was prepared, easily dodging her attempt to grab him once more and simply pushed her. The woman’s eyes widened in shock as she struggled to maintain her balance but Kihyun gave her one final push, shoving her over the edge. As she toppled over, plummeting towards the city below, Kihyun watched her for a moment.

“Long live the queen,” he murmured before turning away and making his way back to the roof access door.

You awoke with a start, eyes snapping open and sitting up quickly. You looked around, finding yourself in familiar surroundings. Your cabin. A wave of sadness washed over you as you looked around. Your clothes were in a pile on the floor next to your bed and you were entirely naked under the covers. A small fire had burned throughout the night and only the embers were still lit.

You shifted, turning towards the rest of the cabin and finding it entirely empty.

‘He lied,’ you thought to yourself. As you started to scoot towards the edge of the bed, you heard a sound you hadn’t picked up on before. The sound of water running. ‘The shower?’ you wondered and slipped out of bed, pulling the sheet with you as you moved towards the bathroom door. You carefully pushed it open to find the room full of steam and the shower running.

You peered in, finding a figure in your shower. You glanced back towards the door and found not only your coat hanging up but another one. Your eyes went to the knife block sitting on the counter in the kitchen and contemplated running to grab one. As you were contemplating this, the glass door to the shower rolled open and a voice called out.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

You turned to find Kihyun looking back at you. All tension disappeared as you stared back at him. “What the…” you trailed off, looking at him in total shock. He smiled at you. “I know I promised I’d be there when you woke up,” he said. “But I really needed a shower.” You let out a laugh of relief. “So, you gonna just stand there or you gonna join me?” he asked, nodding at the sheet you held around your body.

You glanced down and then back up to find a smirk on his face. “Oh,” you said. “Right, lemme just put this back.” Kihyun let out a chuckle as you returned to the bed and braved the cold air of the cabin in your nudity to join him in the shower. You stepped into the stall and shut the door behind you, turning to face him.

Immediately, he enveloped you in a warm, wet embrace, pulling you under the hot stream of water. He peppered your face with kisses. “We only have so much hot water, might as well share it,” he said in between kisses, making you giggle. His lips trailed down the side of your neck. “Already?” you asked as his hands moved, sliding down your wet body. Kihyun chuckled against your skin, pulling back to look at you. “Why not?” he asked softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

Your cheeks burned under his heated gaze, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Eyes fluttering shut, you leaned into his caress before looking up at him. “Yeah, but we don’t have all the hot water in the world.” Kihyun laughed, throwing his head back. “You’re right there,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Remind me when we’re done in here to call a contractor out here,” he murmured against your lips.

“Why?” you asked as he pulled back. “If we’re going to live here together, we have to make a few changes,” he answered. “Live here?” you asked. “T-together?” Kihyun’s smile fell. “Do you not want to?” he asked. You shook your head. “No, I do,” you answered quickly. “I just… wasn’t expecting you to actually be here when I woke up.” Kihyun took your face in his hands pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Well, I’m here,” he whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

A smile spread across your face. “Ever?” you asked. He nodded, pulling you closer against his body.

“Never, ever. You’re stuck with me forever.”

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god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun

➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: card shark/gambling Changkyun, cocktail server reader, poker!AU, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, fluff (in that order). ➛word count: 9005 (oof) ➛rating: M ➛warnings: excessive alcohol use, cursing, dirty talk, very very soft femdomme energy, oral sex (female and male receiving), changkyun begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, very brief mentions of blood, more soft clown changkyun. ➛summary: One last game, he tells himself. Just one last game, and he'll have enough money to take care of you the way you deserve, to show you how much you mean to him, to give you the life that you want... as long as he doesn't get caught. ➛notes: My second time writing Changkyun and as always, it's for the one and only @taetaesbaebaepsae. She had commissioned me (back when I still did those) to write something based on the God Damn MV, and then patiently waited for me to get my life together. I thoroughly enjoy creating new ways to hurt you with your ult bias, so I hope you enjoy this one! I did edit this one, but just barely, so please be gentle with me. Let me know what you think! ➛song: God Damn - I.M | Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo (Hippie Sabotage Remix) ➛tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae @lvupmushroom @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife - thank you for letting me use your likeness for this, and for looking it over to make sure it would truly hurt Kristy's feelings. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, bbs.

He’s an idiot, but you already knew that.

The alcohol in his gut sloshes as he moves to stand, his glass painfully empty. Changkyun stumbles towards the bar, the thrumming in his head keeping pace with the bass thumping through the speakers of the club.

His eyes are glassy, faraway when he reaches his destination, the cup fumbling out of his grasp as he indicates to the bartender he wants another. The bartender looks him over, seemingly debating on following through with the request, but he turns to grab the bottle of whisky regardless.

Changkyun hates it. Hates that he’s so drunk, that you’re not here, that the guy serving him thinks he’s a mess. He knows he’s an idiot, that he should stop. Put down the glass and pick up his phone. That he should just call you and tell you he’s sorry for being such a moron all the time, and that he’ll listen to you from now on. That he does love you, and wants to take care of you, and he can fucking prove it, if you’ll let him.

But then he recalls the look in your eyes when you caught him – the disappointment, the pain – and he reaches for his now refilled glass, taking a swig before facing back towards the club.

He doesn’t deserve it – doesn’t deserve you, to provide for you, to do any of it. Not when he’s such a jealous asshole, not when he’s such a fuck up. You deserve the world. Someone who can really give you what you need.

Fuck, he wants to be that. There’s some moments when things are good, when you’re tucked into his arms in bed, sleeping softly beside him that he thinks he might be that – someone who can provide, be reliable, strong. But then he remembers your fights; his words of jealousy and anger, his avoidant nonchalant fake ass attitude, his fragile little ego shattering with a flick of your eyebrow and a sharp word.

So he leaves his phone in his pocket, instead slinking back towards his booth before dropping into it. It was easy to ignore his friends’ questions, to insist that he was fine, to pretend to be more interested in the tray of shots being dropped off at the table. He accepted the small glass, slamming it down before he could think about the burn, about the empty churning in his stomach.

It was easy to ignore his friends, but damn, Changkyun was tired of pretending he wasn’t fucking exhausted of trying to be okay without you.

It had always been push and pull with him.

From the minute Changkyun had walked into Yvonne’s, the lounge where you worked, you could feel the snap of electricity, the buzz of magnetism that pulled you to him. He would’ve stood out from his clothing alone; his lithe form draped in a bright red perfectly cut suit, shirtless under the vest to show off his tanned, broad chest. The combination of cut and color was lethal on him and he knew it, his dark hair swept back to allow the full potency of his sharp gaze. The group of men he was with were also impeccably dressed and attractive, but there was something about him that had your eyes following him, unable to look away.

Luckily for you, he had seemed to feel the same way.

His friends had gone to sit at the Baccarat table in Kat’s section, but he had stayed behind, noting which tables your body was sliding between as you delivered drinks before he made his selection at the blackjack table at the end of your section.

He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you, ordering more drinks than he was actually playing cards you were certain, but you weren’t going to stop a paying customer. The table he was at was pretty low stakes overall; the crowd was a bunch of casual players, but he had enough money to keep up with the table, so they were willing to ignore his flirting.

You were also trying to ignore it, playing into him enough to ensure your tip would be secure, but also knowing that this was likely all just fun for the rudely handsome stranger. And if there is one thing you enjoy doing, it’s having a little fun – especially while at work.

But there was something in the way he looked at you, the way that he spoke to you, that had you hanging on a bit more than you’d care to admit. You wanted to tell yourself it was just the fact that he looked like that in that suit – that his tattoos and cocky smirk on top of it all was just too much for you – but you knew it was more than that.

It was when you were dropping off his umpteenth cocktail that he finally made a move, his tattooed hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you and slide a piece of paper into your palm.

“When do you get off?”

You smirked, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood in your veins at his skin touching yours. “Why? Who wants to know?”

His face deadpanned, his mouth dropping to a pout, and the juxtaposition of such a cute expression on such a lethal man made you laugh.

“I don’t even know your name,” you clarified, pulling away from his grip and tucking the paper into your apron.

“You could call me whatever you wanted,” he replies, voice low, glare fixed on you, “but others call me Changkyun.”

The same things that had drawn you to him also made you roll your eyes, his cockiness frustrating just as much as it was attractive. He insisted on waiting until you had finished your shift, ensuring that you made it safely to your car before reminding you about the paper tucked into your apron pocket.

“It has my phone number on it so you can text me and let me know what time you want me to pick you up tomorrow.” He had murmured, his face so close to yours that you had forgotten to breathe.

“Pick me up, hmm? Well aren’t we feeling awfully sure of ourselves,” you replied in a shaky breath, hating how much he was affecting you. “What are you picking me up for?”

“I was hoping to take you on a date, but if you have things you need to do - errands, work - that’s fine with me too. Just let me take care of you.”

It was as easy as that, the way he slid into your life. You hadn’t believed the offer, not really, but decided to text him anyway. You had some things to do before your shift, why use your gas when you could waste his?

But Changkyun was effortless, showing up in gray sweats and a black t shirt promptly at the time you requested, ready to chauffeur you all over town. He kept up with your teasing about his sad fuckboy music he was listening to, and let you mess around with his AC without complaint, like he had been doing it for a hundred years.

Maybe that’s how he broke your walls down – acting so nonchalant, while also being dependable, always showing up when and how he said he would, always ready with an easy smile and a light joke.

It could have been days, maybe weeks, but it didn’t take long for you to realize you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. That you didn’t think you wanted to.

Which was a complete contradiction to what you had told him – that you weren’t interested in anything serious, but if he played his cards right, you could be convinced for an evening of fun. An offer he had declined, telling you that he would wait until you changed your mind and wanted him fully. An answer that had infuriated you to no end, but one that felt inevitable.

It was the 14th or 15th day of hanging out that he finally said the words, putting the feelings out into the space between you. His “I love you” came out rushed, as if the words had pained him, but the flush of his cheeks and shimmering soft eyes had you cracking, reaching for him to smash your mouth into his own.

The kiss was unlike anything you had ever felt; the intense rush of heat nearly choking you when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. He groaned when you had opened, the feeling of his tongue on yours sending the kiss deeper, starved for each other. He tasted like whisky mixed with the faint hint of gummy bears he was always snacking on, and you were drunk on his mouth, drunk on him. You don’t even remember if you had said the words back, the volatile energy between you now snapped and now your full focus until it was fully satiated.

Changkyun slotted into your life like he had always been there. The familiarity of it soothed you, brought you a deep peace that you didn’t know you needed – but there was the other side of you, the one that had never allowed anyone to get this close, that was terrified of what this would mean. That knew letting someone in also gave them the power to break you.

It was always a push and a pull with him, an intoxicating desire to give in, to let your heart find a home with him – mixed with the fear that eventually, that home would be ripped away.

“Fuck,” Changkyun cursed, and your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging.

“No marks,” you reminded him, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his mouth at your throat. His tongue was laving at the junction of your skin between neck and collar bone, suckling it between his teeth before soothing it with sloppy kisses.

You had been pressed against the wall of your apartment, him latched to you like a man starving until you had coaxed him down the hall towards your bedroom, letting him push you down onto the bed before resuming his work on your neck.

“Mmm,” he acknowledged, though he didn't stop his ministrations. “I wish I could mark you up, make sure everyone at Yvonne’s knows who you come home to.”

You had let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling though he couldn’t see it. His silly jealousy over the stares you got while working at the lounge was just that - silly, nothing of merit - and yet, you couldn’t help but play into it just a little bit.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” you whispered, using your hand in his hair to guide him to your mouth, only stopping his descent when he was a breath away.

“Don’t play games, sweetheart,” Changkyun leaned forward, nipping at your bottom lip, and your grip deepened. “We both know I’m the only one you’d let stick around this long.”

He was right about that.

Closing the distance, you melted your mouth into his, letting him take control of the kiss for just a moment before you tug at his head once more, dragging him down your body. He complied quickly, pressing small kisses into your flesh as you guided him lower.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, eyes hazy as Changkyun settled between your thighs, a groan leaving his throat when he saw you had forgone any kind of underwear beneath your skirt. “That one guy at table 7 was tipping really well, I bet I could-”

Your words were choked off with a moan as Changkyun dragged his tongue from the bottom of your cunt to your aching clit, giving it a singular swirl with the offending muscle before pulling back.

“What was that?” he asked, but he didn't wait for a reply, not before delving back between your legs. He lapped at your center, taking his time tasting you before he settled up near your clit, sucking it between his lips.

Any retort you had been working on died as he made quick work of you, sucking and licking until you were bucking up into his face, both hands tugging at his hair to hold him in place. He had become pliant beneath you, molding himself just where you needed in order to push you over the edge. Just when you felt like you couldn’t take any more, that you were going to snap, Changkyun slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards.

“Please, come for me, sweetheart,” he begged, murmuring against the heat of your flesh. “I want it so bad.”

His words were your undoing, and you find yourself doing exactly as he asked, moaning out his name as he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working you through it in tandem.

You exploded, white bursting behind your eyelids until you were boneless, unable to do anything but ride out your orgasm at the will of the man in front of you. Changkyun made sure to taste every drop of your release, slowly sliding his hand away from you only to quickly replace it with his tongue to lap at you until you were shoving him away.

You wanted to make him feel as good as you did in that moment, wanted to return the favor, so you pushed him off of you and onto his back, switching positions to settle between his legs.

Hands tugging at his boxer briefs, Changkyun complied to your silent request, lifting his hips until you could drag them off. You were quick to palm his erection in your hand and squeeze, relishing in the hiss he rewarded you with, your thighs squeezing together.

“Please,” he groaned, and fuck did he beg so prettily. “I just want to be inside you already, let me be inside you, yeah?”

Teasing the head of his cock with your lips, you hummed, playing as if you were considering his words. The truth was, having a beautiful man like him pleading you for anything was your kryptonite, and you would give him anything he asked for as long as he sounded like that.

Taking a final swipe of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, you gave him a smirk, moving until you straddled him, hovering for just a moment. Grasping his length, you line him up with your dripping cunt, sinking onto him slowly, tortuously.

You may be giving him what he had asked for, but only because you wanted to, because you had deemed it aligned with your desires. Changkyun gave you full control over your pleasure, and you took it greedily.

Once fully seated, you moaned, hips beginning to undulate and swirl against his. Pressing your palms into his chest, you began to work yourself over him, sliding back and forth until you were panting, thighs burning.

His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission before he did anything more than take what you were giving him. “Fuck me, Changkyun,” you gasped, voice teetering into a whine. “Wanna come on your cock.”

Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice, didn’t need any more instruction before he was thrusting up into you, pelvis meeting yours. His hands tugged you down until your chest was flush with his own, his mouth seeking yours and coaxing it into a filthy kiss.

“Fuck, yes, please come on my cock,” he rasped against your lips, his pupils blown as they make contact with yours. His gaze was intense, searing, but you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. You wanted to be engulfed; consumed by him. “Use me, baby.”

Slamming down onto him, your pace began to turn frantic as he matched you thrust for thrust, each connection against your tender clit sending you further into oblivion.

“You feel so good, Kyun,” you praised him, adjusting until your face was pressed to his neck. “So good for me, so perfect.”

His answering moan reverberated in your chest, his arms tightening around you as his pace turned punishing, and it drove you crazy how something as simple as your words has him frenzied, falling apart beneath you.

Drunk on the power, you felt yourself hurtling towards your climax, nails digging into the skin on his back as he relentlessly slammed up into you. “Fuck, yes,” you cried, letting yourself go, giving in until you were over the edge, orgasm overtaking your senses.

It was too much for Changkyun; the way your scent was all around him, intoxicating him, the way you were moaning curses and his name, the way you were clenching so fucking tightly against his cock. Before he could stop himself he was chasing his high right alongside you, shuddering as he pumped his release deep, unable to still his hips even when you were mewling from the sensitivity.

Panting heavily against each other, you had tried to pull away only for Changkyun to roll you beneath him, pinning you under his weight. He was still fully lodged inside you, face nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your still sweaty-from-sex skin.

“What are you doing, Kyun?” you chuffed, making a feeble attempt to lift his weight before letting him resettle against you. It was all for show, the response he expected from you. The truth was you didn’t mind it - the feeling of him still inside you, the familiarity of his lips on your skin, the intimacy of it all - you didn’t mind it if it was with him.

“Just let me hold you like this for a bit, hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, and you hummed your agreement, letting your eyes fall closed. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your throat before his breathing became measured, even, and you decided joining him in slumber wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Promise me,” you murmured, voice thick and lazy. You were still naked and draped across his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart. You had already woken and showered, deciding that clothes weren’t necessary before jumping back into bed together. That was several hours ago now. The smoke coming from his cigarette was curling up towards the ceiling, leaving a dreamy haze in the room.

“I’d promise you anything,” he replied quickly, taking a drag, “but what specifically am I promising you this time, sweetheart?”

“No more going to Kihyun’s high roller floors, Kyun. I know the pots are bigger, but you don’t know those men at those tables - not like I do.” You paused then, taking a shaky inhale.

Being in your line of work, you were no stranger to dangerous men, however you purposefully stayed away from serving on those floors of the lounge for a reason. Those men were the worst of the worst, and even if they weren’t, they rubbed elbows and served those who were. Either way, the money may be sweet, but the risk wasn’t worth it. You made better than you ever had at the lounge with the sections you served, and that was fine with you.

But Changkyun had always wanted more.

Ever since you had told him about your lofty dreams - the ones that you had saved for yourself in the darkest parts of the night, when your mind was racing and you couldn’t sleep - he hadn’t let them go. Truthfully, you always loved the idea of retiring your waitressing shoes and being able to finally write full time, working on the novel you’ve been imagining for years in some quiet home somewhere, tucked away from the world. But it broke you to see Changkyun willing to risk his life to see it come true by hanging around that crowd, placing higher and higher bets at Yvonne’s most hazardous tables.

It was strange for you to accept that he would even want to do this for you, to support you in this way, but he always knew how to soothe those concerns, promising you that he genuinely wanted to care for you before gently ribbing you to stop being so damn stubborn.

However, it was his stubbornness that had been creating a wedge between you.

“They’re bad people, Changkyun. And I don’t mean like - scamming old ladies for their pension money bad, either. I mean like extremely shady dealings with people who are involved with things that would get them sent to prison, bad.”

His free hand fell to your head then, smoothing your hair back as he took another puff of his cigarette.

“I know they are. I’m only just polite enough for the rules of the game, I never engage with them more than that. I’m not there for friends or connections, just the money.” He took a final pull before dropping the spent butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his other hand moving to rest over the one you had placed on his heart.

“I get that, but it doesn’t take much to get on their bad side. It could be the slightest thing. Sometimes, just winning is all it takes.”

He sighed, but let the silence linger, instead letting himself get lost in stroking your hair softly. You were about to say something again, to make sure he had heard you, when he finally spoke.

“I just want to take care of you, you know?” His voice was low, thick with emotion, though he tried to swallow it back. “Give you what you deserve.”

That pain came back, the one deep in your chest, and you sat up to face him. “I know that. But I already have everything that I need, right here.”

You tap his chest once, twice - his hand still firmly resting on top of your own.

He met your gaze, giving you a small, cocky smirk, as if his eyes weren’t shiny with unshed tears. “What, you mean this hot body?”

You scoffed, eyes rolling. Maybe you should’ve called him out on his side stepping, forcing him to vocalize that look he had been giving you, but instead you fell back into step with your teasing. It was, after all, the familiar dance between you two.

“No, stupid. I meant you - you’re all I need. The rest of this shit is just noise.”

“I bet I can make you make some noise–”

“Changkyun–”

“Okay okay,” he laughed as your soft touch turned into pointed jabs into his chest, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and stop your onslaught. “I hear you, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ll stay away,” he said, pulling you up and back until you’re leaning against his chest, arms still wrapped tight around you.

“Promise me?” This time when you say it, you made sure your eyes were locked on his, made sure the fear you felt was evident behind the words.

“I promise.”

It felt like a sign from the universe. Well, either that, or a promise from the devil.

But sometimes, those can look the same.

The posting for Kihyun’s upcoming game had just gone up, but it was already making the rounds. Games like these were advertised in a certain way - you had to know where to find it in order to play, and the regular gamblers all knew the common message boards to keep an eye on. Changkyun hadn’t been looking for it, wasn’t even checking the forums anymore – but had gotten a text about it from Joohoney, a screenshot of the flyer accompanying his message of “Bro, did you see this shit??”

A high stakes game, in two nights. The winning pot large enough that he would be able to retire you permanently, and he wouldn’t be too far behind you, honestly. You were already off work that night, plans in place for a girls night with Kat and a few of the other servers, so you wouldn’t be at Yvonne’s.

It would just be one last time.

One last game, and with enough luck, he could finally give you the life that you’ve always wanted, provide for you in the way a man should. Sure, you wouldn’t like it – the idea of him going to the tables again – but that was only if you found out, and the chances of that were slim.

He could win the money and set it aside, give himself a week or two of regular games to make it seem a bit more feasible. A few days of being off your feet and back on your laptop would have you forgetting about work anyway, and the top floor of Yvonne’s would fade quickly away from your memory.

It had to be a sign. He could do it, could pull it off, could be the man that you deserve.

His fingers hovered over his phone, the reply ready to be sent to Joohoney. It would be just as easy to delete it, to tell him that he’s done with that shit. To text his best friend back and tell him that he can’t, because he told you he would walk away and stay away from those men. Joohoney might give him some shit, but he would understand, likely wouldn’t push the matter.

But the money…

It didn’t take long for Changkyun to do the math; it would take months at the regular tables to get this kind of money, and that’s only if he kept winning. Which didn’t seem like long in the grand scheme of things, but when he thought of how your eyes lit up at the idea of writing full time, made it seem like it was centuries.

You wouldn’t have to know. It would just be one last time.

He pressed send on the text, foot tapping nervously until he saw the read receipt pop up under his message.

“I’m in - one last game.”

You were mad at him again, but your friends didn’t need to know that.

All they needed to know was that you were in the mood for a girls night out, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d be there in their sluttiest outfit ready to indulge with you.

However, it only took you ordering the second round of shots to have Bri’s questioning stare fixed on your own.

“So, what did he do this time?” she deadpanned, sipping from her straw.

“What? Who? I don’t know what you speak of,” you replied. “I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.”

“Sure, okay,” Kat nodded, giving a convincing performance of someone who actually believed your nonsense. “If he didn’t do anything, then why isn’t he here, buying us all drinks?”

She had you there. Changkyun was always wanting to show up on your nights out – not to crash them, but so that you and your friends could enjoy your time without having to worry about a single thing. He covered the tabs, made sure everyone was having fun, and ensured each person got home safely – all while staying tucked away at a nearby table until you needed him, never putting too much pressure on you.

It had pissed you off the first time he had suggested it, but after he showed you what he meant, showed you how he could be supportive in the shadows while still letting you shine, you had slowly given in. Part of you loved being able to enjoy yourself with your friends while knowing he was always looking out, even if he wasn’t directly visible.

“Maybe he’s busy.”

Twin glares pinned you to your seat, and you allowed several beats of the bass blaring in the speakers to pass before caving.

“Okay, fine, yes. We’re having a slight disagreement,” you conceded with a sniff, “over something that happened at work.”

“Wait a minute - is this about what happened with Vanda?” Kat questioned, mentioning the newest server at the lounge. She had only started a few weeks prior, but had been making a lot of work for you - constantly acting like she knew what she was doing in front of management, only to flounder and follow you and the senior staff around asking a million questions the minute they weren’t on the floor.

It wasn’t her confidence in her lacking serving skills that had bothered you, not really. It was more so how the minute she did get called out on a mistake, she was quick to try to throw you and your friends - the same people who had just been helping her ass - under the bus.

You had told Changkyun about an incident earlier in the week of this exact scenario – she was flirting with another customer instead of checking on the tables in her section, and a patron of hers ended up getting up to go to the bar to order a drink. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, mistakes happen after all, except she had immediately told the manager on duty that you had promised to cover that table. Which was news to you.

“Are you serious? After all the help you’ve given her?” Changkyun had shook his head, irritation evident in his voice. “Did you tell the manager the truth? Who was on?”

You had smothered a smile at the question, trying and failing to hide how much you loved him wanting to know more about your life.

“It was Amy, and yeah, I told her. She believed me, but still. I don’t get it, I’ve never done anything to that girl.”

“Want me to show up to Yvonne’s and request her section with the guys, give her some shit? You know how annoying I can be when I want to,” he offered, brows raised in a teasing lilt, but you could tell by the line of his mouth that he meant it.

“Yes, I do know how truly annoying you can be. It’s almost like a super power.”

He grinned then, a full one, and you wanted to kiss his stupid mouth.

“But no, it’s fine. I got this. I know how to handle people like this, and having anyone else fight the battle for me will only make her more bold about it.” This wasn’t your first rodeo, after all - you had been serving a long time, and doing luxury serving at Yvonne’s for even longer than Vanda had been out of diapers. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle people.

But did Changkyun listen to you?

Well no, of course not.

He did exactly as he had threatened - showed up the following day with his full group of rowdy friends, sitting in her section and dedicated to being the most obnoxious people Vanda dealt with all night. They didn’t do anything harassing or illegal, just toed the line of being pretentious drunk pricks gambling and drinking – sending back drinks for being made incorrectly, asking for complicated cocktails and shots, requesting a rundown of the entire menu before telling her they were no longer hungry.

Kat and Bri had found it hilarious, stating that your boyfriend’s malicious compliance of the rules while still making Vanda run around so much she was pouring sweat was truly an artform. And there was a tiny piece of you, deep in your soul, that was pleased at the lengths he was willing to go for you.

But you were also pissed, because you had been exactly right. It did nothing to stop Vanda from sending bullshit your way; if anything, it had spurred her on, the following shift of yours even more annoying and mind numbing after hours of her questions and subtle sabotage.

“Yes, it’s about what happened with Vanda! I told him to let me handle it, and he didn’t listen. I know he meant well, I get that, but still. He didn’t listen.” You had known his heart was in the right place - you hadn’t questioned that. But it didn’t negate the fact that it made you feel so small when he didn’t listen to your requests.

“I thought that was hilarious,” Bri said, arm reaching out for another shot glass. She had one already prepped in front of her, but preferred taking her shots two at a time. “But I get it. Vanda’s been worse since.”

“I can handle Vanda, I don’t really care about that. But it feels like our fights are usually because he just doesn’t listen to what I’m telling him. It’s like he thinks he knows better than me.”

Deep down, you know he didn’t mean it in this way, but it was like he didn’t trust you - your judgment, your read on the situation, whatever it is – and that hurt, especially when you had worked so hard to open up that piece of yourself to him.

“And I know that I’m not always right, and it’s not like I don’t want to hear his opinions, but I don’t like the choice being taken from me. Or worse, dangled in front of me like he’s going to consider my feelings, only to have him do whatever.”

Downing her two shots in rapid succession, Bri shook her head, reaching for her chaser before speaking. “I think that’s part of the problem, he thinks he is considering your feelings. He thinks he’s standing up for you and fighting for you. He thinks he’s taking some of that burden off your plate.”

“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”

“When is the last time you let anyone fight a battle for you?” Kat interrupted, elbows leaning on the table to make direct eye contact with you. “You tell everyone that you got it, that you can handle it. And we’ve seen you do it, so it’s not that we don’t believe you. But sometimes, we want to help you, for no other reason than we love you. And we can.”

The direct read into your defenses had your throat tightening, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to form and ruin your makeup.

“He should listen and take your feelings into consideration, absolutely,” Kat continued, voice gentle, “but also, you should let him support you and help more. I think if you let him be there for you in smaller ways, he wouldn’t feel the need to be the knight in shining armor so much.”

There was a lot of wisdom in your friend's words, and you had taken a moment of silence to chew on it, to let it sink in.

“He really loves you, you know that, right? So stop being a dumb bitch about it,” Bri deadpanned, but her expression was soft, “and let him love you. And you know I say that with affection.”

“I know,” you said, nodding at your friends. As much as it wasn’t easy to admit, they had a point, which also meant that maybe Changkyun did, as well. “Thank you both, seriously.”

It had only taken one text message, a quick “This tab isn’t going to pay itself” with a kissing emoji to have him showing up at the bar, settling into a table a few down from your own with a wink and a sly smirk, where he proceeded to wait out the evening, taking care of you and your friends as always when the time came.

“I’m still annoyed with you,” you had panted against his mouth when you got home, letting him push you up against the wall and cage you in with his arms. He was on you like a starved man, and it had made your buzz intensify, making you drunk on him, his kiss.

“Of course, I understand,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible in the urgency of his lips.

You had to fight to pull away, using one hand on the base of his throat to push him back for a moment to catch your breath.

“But, also, thank you. For what you did with Vanda. And for always wanting to protect me.”

If Changkyun noticed how soft your voice got, he didn’t say anything, instead leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was going to say something – probably something devastatingly sweet – and you needed to finish what you were going to say, before the bravery lost you.

“I’m not used to having someone who wants to fight with me, or for me, you know.”

“I know,” he replied in a rush, like he had already known your confession, knew what you were going to say long before the words had formed. “I know, and I also shouldn’t be an ass and push all the time. But I will always protect you, yeah?”

Nodding, you fought back tears for the second time that evening, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting him see the emotion in your face.

“You’re mine, and I will always fight for you, sweetheart.”

This time when he kissed you, it was slow, purposeful, heated. Like he was going to make sure you felt and wanted for nothing other than him, his touch, and that you could allow yourself to fall into him forever and would always have a safe place to land.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, to be vulnerable with someone, to let them in, if you could feel like this.

Or maybe it wasn’t so bad, only because it was Changkyun.

Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.

So why did Changkyun feel a ball of anxiety forming in the base of his gut?

Everything had been going according to the plan so far, not that there was much of a plan for any of this. It mostly relied on you and your friends being away from Yvonne’s for the night, which was easy enough since you were all off on the same evening. A rarity that you all were going to take advantage of, and had planned for movie night with drinks and sushi take out over at Kat’s place, an event that was common enough that Changkyun knew it usually ended in a sleepover.

He had dropped you off an hour prior, kissing you gently and shouting a greeting down the hall to the girls before heading back to the car, ignoring the feeling of guilt roiling in his stomach. He had just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for you, doing this so he could support you and give you the life that you deserved.

It was one last time, one last game.

But that pit didn’t dissipate as the evening went on, not even when he met with Joohoney who had insisted he take a shot when they arrived at Yvonne’s to help with his nerves. It had burned his esophagus, blurring the edges of his tension a bit, enough that he felt confident walking through the lounge next to his friend..

“You good?” Joohoney asked, slapping a hand on his shoulder.

Changkyun nodded. “Yeah, just really wanna win some money, you know?”

Joohoney had given him an understanding grin before guiding him past the tables in the lower section of Yvonne’s towards the stairs leading up to the high roller tables.

“It's our lucky night, Kyun,” Joohoney said, pausing in front of the door leading to where the game was about to begin. Through the heavily frosted glass, Changkyun could see several bodies already seated at the few VIP tables, and he felt his pulse spike. “We’re going to win.”

“I hope you’re right.”

The sleepover at Kat’s had been just the reset you needed.

A night of screaming at the television, drinking cocktails and eating your bodyweight in sushi with your friends was healing in more ways than one, and you had left the next morning feeling lighter and more content than you remembered in a while.

It was surprising to find your apartment dark and quiet when you returned, as you had assumed Changkyun would be there waiting for you, like he always was. You had given him a key long ago, figuring there was no point in pretending like he didn’t spend all of his free time glued to your side, but not fully ready to give up the independence of living alone quite yet.

Sending him a quick text, you let him know that you’re home and about to catch up on sleep before your shift later. He replies quickly that he had fallen asleep at his place after a late night with Joohoney, but that he would be there once you got off work.

Nothing had felt out of the ordinary, and you felt energized enough from your nap to get ready quickly, getting to work much earlier than you normally would for a shift.

You should’ve known something was up the minute you walked into work and saw that Vanda had a shit eating grin on her face.

She kept sneaking side glances, watching you with a scrutiny that made you uneasy. She’s normally more obvious in her attempts to annoy you, and her passive aggressiveness is setting your teeth on edge.

After the third glare and giggle on your way to drop off more drinks, you decide you’re going to confront her and ask her what her deal is, when she beats you to it.

“Did you have fun last night?” Vanda questions, a stupid smirk on her face.

“Why do you care?”

“Seemed like Changkyun did,” she continued, like you hadn’t asked a question. Your stomach dropped.

Raising a brow, you wait for her to go on, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction. She clearly knew something that you didn’t, and she was already well aware of that fact.

“How much did he actually end up winning last night? I mean, him and Joohoney were upstairs until last call, and he seemed pretty happy when he left.”

Instantly, your throat tightens, unease now unfurled into full blown anxiety. He was here last night? If he was here last night, and with Joohoney upstairs, no less…

“I didn’t manage to hear how much he won, just that Changkyun shouldn’t worry, because you would never find out.”

It was enough. You had heard enough.

It was surprising how quickly you switched into autopilot, spinning on your heel and striding out of the room before your throat tightens, before your vision fully blurs. Vanda says something more behind you, a lilt of concern in her voice, but you can’t hear her, not anymore.

Your mind quiets as your body takes control, moving you to find your manager to tell her that you need to leave, before grabbing your purse and coat, and leaving the lounge. Turning towards your apartment, your rage fuels your step, gut churning with the betrayal of knowing the only reason why Changkyun would be upstairs at Yvonne’s last night, why he would be leaving looking so pleased with himself.

The wind bit at your face, chapping your lips, but you didn’t care; needing the night air in your lungs and for the anger to be burned out in your movement before seeing him.

Because once you walked out your anger and faced the betrayal, you would need to deal with the deep seated fear for Changkyun’s safety, and how the hell you would be able to protect him now.

Changkyun wasn’t expecting you so early when you barged into the apartment, and the mix of confusion and excitement quickly bled away once he saw the look on your face.

He strides towards you, grabbing your shoulders, concern knitting his brow. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Blinking, you allow yourself a moment to stare at him, to drink in his full mouth and stupid handsome face, before you swallow around the knot in your throat.

“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.”

You hate how your voice sounds; weak and strained and like you’re just bone deep tired, defeated. Maybe you are.

“What are you talk-”

“Tell me that you weren’t upstairs at Yvonne’s last night,” you sigh, irritated with the ruse. “Tell me that you didn’t go and do the exact thing that you promised me you wouldn’t, and that I didn’t have to find out from fucking Vanda, of all people.”

Pulling away, you slide from his grasp, tucking your arms around your middle so that you wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out for him. It was tortuous, how much you want to reach for him, even when your heart is breaking.

“Sweetheart, I just- it was just going to be one last time, one last game. The pot was too good, it was enough to get you set up, so you could quit,” he lets the sentence hang, almost waiting for you to interrupt, but when you stay silent, he continues. “Joohoney made sure everything was good, and we won just enough to get what we needed, not enough to rock too many boats. I had it under control.”

Closing your eyes, you let the last sentence settle around your shoulders like a heavy weight, the same old feelings bubbling up. “It wasn’t about you being in control or not, Changkyun. It was about listening to me, actually listening to me. You promised.”

It was on the last word that you broke, that the tears started to fall, and for once you didn’t turn away, wanting him to see.

“You promised me you would stay away, and then you didn’t. You hid it. You thought you knew what was best for me, instead of just listening to me.”

Pain laces Changkyun’s face as he takes a step towards you, only pausing when you take an equal step backwards. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know better, I just-”

“Please leave. I’m done.” Your voice is low but measured, certain.

“Baby, please, let me just explain, and- and-”

“I don’t want to hear an explanation. I want you to leave.” Tears continue to fall, but you don’t drop his stare, willing him to understand just how serious this all is, how serious you are.

He wants to fight it, wants to say more, but something in your eyes must convince him, because he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he moves back to the couch, grabbing his coat and phone, before making his way to the door. His gaze is mournful as he gives you one last look, lingering, before shutting the door behind him.

You aren’t sure how long you stand there, unmoving, before the autopilot kicks back into gear, forcing your limbs to move. Heading towards your room, you place your phone on the charger before you curl into your bed, surrounding yourself with the blankets and the lingering scent of Changkyun.

And then you let yourself break down.

Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk.

He shouldn’t have taken that last shot, especially not after that last drink from the bar. It was too much, but fuck it. Who cares?

“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” he mumbles to himself, not caring how crazy he looks. He wishes someone would just give him some direction, tell him what he would need to do in order to fix this.

He didn’t listen. He never listens.

And now he’s lost the only good thing he’s ever fucking had, the only reason he got up each morning and what’s the point, if you’re gone?

Fuck. Fuck.

Sliding down low in the booth, he lets his head hang, the whisky glass precariously dangling in his hand. His body felt so heavy, so numb, and yet the anguish deep in his chest only worsened, throbbed along to music blaring in the club.

If only he could apologize, he’d beg for mercy, he’d promise he’d never fuck up like this ever again. Explain how you were right - how he doesn’t need the money, or any of that shit, as long as he had you.

He needs you.

His heart is in a vice grip, squeezing so tightly that he thinks he might explode from his body, his skin, until he’s nothing but red.

Pain suddenly licks up Changkyun’s palm, and he looks down to see the glass cup gone. In its place are thousands of tiny shards, twinkling in the dim club lights, reflecting everything back to him. More red, but this time welling in his palm, pooling in the deep lines of the skin.

“What the fuck, are you alright dude?”

Changkyun thinks it’s Joohoney who asks him, or maybe it’s Hyungwon? It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s not you.

He goes to stand, to ask for a bandage or a rag or something, but instead his vision blurs, the room spinning. And then he’s flat on his back, blinking up at the cacophony of lights, faces coming in and out of focus, but not the one he needs, not the one he’s looking for.

He can faintly hear his friends talking to him, feel them digging in his pockets for his phone, but he can’t be present anymore. It’s too torturous, too heavy. Much easier to close his eyes, to think about your face. To let himself get lost forever.

He’s happy to die here on the floor of this stupid club, imagining your smile, your laugh, your lips as you say his name.

Changkyun just wants to take care of you, just wants to give you everything that you deserve. How can he do that if he’s here? If he can’t listen?

He lets the darkness swallow him.

Changkyun isn’t sure where he is.

He feels like he got hit by a truck, his head specifically feeling like it had been trampled on, though it’s his right palm that's aching in time to his pulse.

Without moving, he opens his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, wherever he is, and his head is propped on a pillow, body stretched out on a couch. He can see a small trash can directly in front of him, as if whomever brought him here wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of finding a bathroom if the contents of his stomach decided to make a reappearance, and he groans.

Fingers swipe through his hair, easing the pounding in his skull by a fraction.

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Changkyun thinks he has to still be sleeping, must be having a very good dream if it’s your voice he’s hearing, your scent he’s inhaling as he settles onto the pillow. He smiles to himself, not wanting to speak and having the dream fade too soon.

“Changkyun? Are you going to answer me?” This time, you peer over him, leaning down to stroke his face. You let your fingers linger briefly on his cheekbone before lightly touching his lips.

His eyes snap open.

“Is this real?” He asks, voice hoarse, gaze searching your own. He doesn’t feel strong enough to sit up quite yet, but you don’t seem to want to make him, either. “Are you really here?”

“Technically, you’re here at my place, but yes, it’s real.” You reply, your nails sliding back up to his hair to give his scalp a soothing scratch.

He swallows as he stares at you, as he drinks in the tenderness in your eyes that he thought he wouldn’t get a chance to see again. It took him a moment before he recognized your apartment in the dim light, and another more before realizing the pillow he’s laying on is settled in your lap.

Even knowing that this was real, that you truly let him back in, he was still too scared to speak, not wanting to scare you off. Not wanting the moment to end.

When he finally gathered enough courage, he cleared his throat.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. I don’t listen. I hear what you say, and then just act like an ass who thinks he knows everything.” Changkyun swallows thickly. “The only thing I do know is that you’re my everything. You’re all I need. Please, don’t give up on me yet.”

His pleas make your eyes well, and you force yourself to take an even inhale before speaking.

You want to tell him that you couldn’t give him up, that you had tried because you knew it would be easier in the long run, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You want to say that you had regretted telling him to leave the moment the words left your lips, that you hadn’t meant them. You want to say that you were just so tired of not being heard, of people making decisions for you.

Instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “Now why would I do that, after all the trouble I went through to patch up your hand while you were black out?”

You will tell him those things, but later. When the sting of last night had faded a bit from both of your memories, and the impact intended can land.

He gives you a small grin, meeting your gaze. His hand - the bandaged one - raises slowly, tentatively, until it’s cupping your cheek.

“I just wanted to give you the world,” Changkyun murmurs, almost reverently. “I will give you the world, the right way. It might take me longer, but I will.”

His words soften you more, and you reach for his other hand, pulling him up until he’s facing you. He’s slow to move, the onset of a hangover taking hold, but eventually he settles sitting upright, eyes still intense on your own.

He is always trying to take care of you, trying to lessen your burdens. You know you’re not the best at accepting the help, but dammit, you were trying. For him. And he was trying for you, too.

You lean forward until your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling.

“I already have it, stupid.”

He kisses you then, a gentle press of lips that quickly builds, as everything always does with him. A push and a pull. Changkyun leans away slightly, grins against your mouth. “I’m an idiot, but you already knew that.”

“You’re my idiot. The rest is just noise.”

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