#kihyun fanfic

[kwanisms]

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.

MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED. 

❑ 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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[jae-bummer]

Kissing the Cook

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

Prompt:

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

Pairing: Monsta X Kihyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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

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

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

"Can and will," Minhyuk chimed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds a lot like a you problem."

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

"Nine minutes!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kihyun lips.

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

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

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

Good God.

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

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

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

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

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

"Wh-What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[byunbhyunz]

Kihyun - “Thanks for texting me, means a lot.”

Pairing: Kihyun/Reader

Genre: fluff, office!au

Word count: 968

Prompt: “Thanks for texting me, means a lot.”

The only thing your were thankful about today’s morning meeting was that your boss was kind and professional enough to not to tell you off in front of everyone else.

It started with you messing up your presentation on the last quarter’s profits. You left out a graphic of your power point, and you didn’t even had info about it in your notes. Your boss only raised his eyebrows, and let it slide for the meeting, but when it ended, he told you to meet him in his office. At that, Kihyun from marketing gave you a reassuring smile, which you answered with a thumbs up.

You had a terrible night yesterday, and as the head of finances, you should be more responsible with your work, especially when your present such things to your boss. But your head was all over the place with your mother getting sick and your sister ranting to you over the phone about wanting to divorce her husband. You had to be there for both of them for half the night, and you loosely checked your presentation at two in the morning. Or more like right before dawn. That graphic must have slipped your mind, but it was too late now.

Your boss was fair with you. He told you off, of course, telling you that this kind of behavior was not acceptable, especially at meetings, where all the leaders of other departments came together. He also reassured you that there will be no consequences for this mistake, but make sure that you will be more attentive in the future. You were meek, avoiding eye contact and only nodded when he stopped to take a breath between two sentences.

Nevertheless, you felt bad. Making mistakes like that wasn’t allowed. You represented the whole finances department during meetings, and you were as easily replaceable as anyone else. They could find someone else to your position in no time, you had no questions about that. So you had to work hard and make no mistakes.

After your boss let you off the hook, you walked back to your little office. Resting your head in your hands as you sat at your desk, useless thoughts wandered through your mind. Useless thoughts, like quitting and moving to a far away country, or just simply running away without telling anyone about it. The only problem was that you didn’t speak any languages beside Korean and English. Well, your English got a bit rusty, so it wasn’t really playing, but you liked to idea of being able to live on your own even in a strange country.

Sighing, you grabbed your phone. It buzzed a few minutes ago, and you decided to let yourself worry for a little while, after that you check who texted you, and then you have to start working seriously now. You will blame yourself for your mistake later at home, but not here, not now.

The message was from Kihyun, the head of the marketing department. He was a practical man, usually asking about the budget plan for the next month, so he can plan and do his work according to that too. And you often gave him a heads up about holding back his advertising plans, if the company was planning a restriction over finances.

However, his message wasn’t about budget plans. It wasn’t about work at all. His text was simply a picture of bunch of sunflowers turning to the sun under a bright blue sky. Frowning, you sent him back question marks and a short reminder of ‘wrong number’.

After you dig deep into work, going over reports from your and other departments, but ten minutes into work, your phone was buzzing again.

Kihyun [10:53]: You looked miserable after the meeting.

Y/N [10:54]: And?

Kihyun [10:55]: Nothing.

Kihyun [10:59]: I heard yellow makes people happier.

Y/N [11:23]: Thank you.

“So, did it work?”

Slowly chewing on a piece of cafeteria sandwich, you looked up at the person, who just sat down opposite from you. Kihyun loosened his tie, flashing you a small smile.

You quickly swallowed the food down and nodded.

“Yes. Thank you, again.”

“It’s nothing. I’m glad. You look better.”

Blood rushed to your face, so you took another bite from the sandwich.

This conversation was the most you talked to him about something else than work. He was a nice man, always respectful with everyone, bowing deep for even the new workers when he greeted them, and never had a bad word about anyone.

“You know, there’s a new place around the corner. They have amazing sandwiches.” You watched him play around with his chicken salad, not really eating it, just chasing a piece of meat with a plastic fork.

“Why don’t you eat there?”

“Do you want to?”

You looked at him wide-eyed. His words came out fast, and you noticed how his ears turned into a rosy shade. Somehow, the sandwich didn’t look so desiring anymore, your attention was fully on him.

“Do I want what?”

“Come with me there. My treat.”

“Okay.”

As soon as the word left your lips, he stood up, grabbing his salad and your sandwich, shoving them both in the trash can nearby. You just watched him in awe, and a few of your co-workers did the same. His smile widened as he came back to the table.

“You meant we go now?” you asked.

“Of course. I mean no harm, but the cafeteria food still sucks.”

Humming, you gathered your stuff, and checked the time. You still had a good twenty minutes left from your break. You felt nervous, as you walked together.

“Kihyun.”

“Yes?”

“I just… Thanks for texting me, means a lot. Really.”

His smile was brighter than the sun in the photo he sent you earlier.

[shamps]

Eurydice in Hell

"Please note that English is not my first language, and I used a tool to help with the translation. I hope you enjoy the story!"

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Synopsis:

Kihyun, an immortal vampire, is trapped in a never-ending search for his lost love. When he meets a woman in the shadows of the city, their brief encounter turns dark as his longing for the past blurs the lines between pleasure and pain. Haunted by memories and consumed by his love, Kihyun must face the eternal consequences of his tragic past.

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“You must be thinking that immortality is the best thing in life, right? But let me tell you something… You’re a real fool!”

The moon was in its waning phase, and it had stopped raining just a while ago. The neon lights of the city reflected off the wet sidewalks, their beams shimmering in the puddles. The warm air from the sewers condensed into smoke, merging with the thin mist that began to fall. The street was nearly empty at this hour—who would dare go out? To face robbers, rapists, murderers, monsters of all kinds? Only a madman would do that… And the robbers, monsters, etc. The silence of the cold night was broken by the sound of heels clicking on the pavement. Polished shoes, a sharp blazer, a red dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, and a loose tie; in his hands, a gold bracelet and two rings. His hair fell in soft waves across his forehead, framing a handsome face. He walked with his hands in his pockets, paying attention to everything around him. Besides the rats and cockroaches, of course, the sidewalks were frequented by workers, like prostitutes, who stood faithfully at their posts regardless of the weather. He passed five of them, and his dark, deadly gaze hit them like an arrow. A blonde, with roots showing, wearing torn fishnet stockings, a vinyl mini skirt, and old black high heels, with badly done nails and smudged makeup, approached him.

“Looking for some fun tonight, handsome?” Her breath reeked of cheap liquor and the scent of other men—“100 bucks for my service.”

“I’ll give you up to 500 if you do everything I want,” the man said with a crooked smile, revealing a prominent dimple under his left eye, a charm that made all the women around him murmur with admiration. The woman grinned, surprised.

“Deal,” she said, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

The two of them walked down the wet sidewalk, his hand sliding from her waist to her backside as she laughed in satisfaction.

“What’s your name, handsome?”

“Kihyun! And yours?” he asked with grace and charm.

“For 500 bucks, you can call me whatever you like,” she said bluntly, which made his smile widen even more.

“How about Eurydice?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“What a fancy name. Are you a rich guy?” The woman’s voice still slurred from the alcohol or perhaps some other substance.

“Eurydice is a figure from Greek mythology. She went to hell for her true love,” he said nostalgically, gazing ahead. “But she disobeyed Persephone, the wife of Hades, the god of the underworld, and ended up staying there forever.”

“Wow… You’re one of those intellectual types… I like that.” The woman leaned in closer.

“I just like to read,” he glanced briefly at her. “Would you like to visit hell with me, right here, right now?” Without hesitation, he stopped walking and stared at the prostitute.

“You’re gonna give me 500 bucks… let’s go then, handsome!” She didn’t hesitate for a second to accept the proposal.

Kihyun pulled her into a dark alley and pressed her against the wall, which made her happy. His initially warm lips grew cold as they traveled down her neck in quick, nervous kisses. She moaned almost instantly. She felt a sharp, strange tug—painful yet bringing a pleasure she had never felt before, not with any man or woman. It was as if she was being taken to heaven, not hell as he suggested. So pleasurable that she didn’t even notice herself fading away. Her lifeless body weighed in Kihyun’s arms, forcing him to stop and release his fangs from her neck. Vampire saliva has mystical healing properties that make the bite marks vanish from human sight. So, quickly, he slid his tongue over the punctures his fangs had left in her filthy skin. Her body slid to the ground as Kihyun felt the liquid of life coursing through his veins, dry for centuries. He stared at the sky during what was the true orgasm for creatures of the night—blood-drinkers. There are two moments when a vampire is vulnerable: when sleeping and when in the Life Ecstasy—the moment just after drinking a victim’s vitae. He licked his lips, savoring the last precious drops of the prostitute’s blood, took the 500 bucks he promised from his wallet, and threw it onto her body before leaving the alley.

With swift steps, he headed toward the upscale neighborhood where his luxurious apartment stood. He found it strange that the cockroaches of the poor neighborhoods hadn’t shown up to bother him as they usually did on nights like this. The feeling didn’t last long, though, because one of those cockroaches came toward him with an old knife.

“Hand over the money now,” the man shouted, barely noticing his knife drop to the cold asphalt.

Kihyun was already holding the thief’s arm, twisting it. The unlucky man heard his bones crack as Kihyun dragged him to the ground. Of course, the thief’s scream attracted the attention of his companions, who appeared almost immediately: two with knives and one with a firearm. Between a bullet and a knife, the bullet would take more time to heal, so Kihyun had to neutralize the armed man first, and that’s what he did. In mere seconds, Kihyun had his hand around the man’s head, smashing it against the side of a building. The other two didn’t have time to run before their heads collided together with a sickening crack, both skulls shattered. The fourth man tried to get up and flee, but Kihyun didn’t need someone to tell the world that a monster had killed his friends, unlike the woman who wouldn’t remember anything. Without any rush, the vampire approached the last thug, and with a kick, his jaw flew across the street. Luckily, the blows were so fast that Kihyun didn’t even get his hands dirty. He hated getting blood from worms on him. Now, all he had to do was quicken his pace to leave the area safely. At most, tomorrow, those guys would make the front pages of the city’s crime papers. No one would miss those criminals; after all, they were like the heads of the Hydra—cut one off, and two more would show up in its place.

Minutes later, he was back in his luxurious apartment, modern with everything a vampire needs to survive. Gone were the old European castles, now outdated; modern vampires used advanced security systems, reinforced doors and windows, and devoted servants who were fed on their masters’ blood, binding the human to the vampire mystically. Even though his skin was still warm from the vitae he had just consumed, Kihyun hated the smell of death that seeped from his body. He went to take a bath. He sank into the tub for several minutes, not worried about drowning. Of course, water would get into his ancient lungs—something unpleasant—but all he had to do was cough, and his dead body would expel everything inside that wasn’t blood. His bedroom was immense, with a canopy bed in the center, and hidden beneath that bed was his personal safe. Coffins were useful for preserving the undead life of any vampire, and Kihyun was no exception, but he hated the idea. He was modern and used a more advanced preservation unit. At the foot of his bed was a panel with elegant arabesques, and there was the key to open his sarcophagus. He exposed his fangs and pricked his finger, using the drop of blood to activate the magic of the urn. His blood was the key, so only he could open his sacred mortuary urn. The base slid open, revealing the box where he slept during the day. It was filled with a mattress, pillows, and silk sheets, big enough to accommodate two vampires. Every night, he sighed, thinking about spending another night without his beloved, the woman who got lost in hell centuries ago. It was this search that kept Kihyun "alive." The hope of finding her consumed his nights, and with each passing day, he became more certain that he would find her. For all the centuries that had passed, Kihyun had always refused to accept that the idea of blood was the only thing that drove a vampire, his only passion. No, not for him... His beloved was out there... waiting for him somewhere. And every night, it was the same:

“Until tomorrow, my beloved Eurydice.”

[goroaix]

At the end of my wild day, you flow endlessly in my heart   

Yoo Kihyun & Liu Yangyang (Platonic). Yoo Kihyun x Xiao Dejun

Photographer & racer AU. Half siblings AU. Angst and fluff.

Traumatic childhoods, unkind parents. Abandonment issues. Mentions of miscarriages.

48k as of chapter 9. Update schedule is random

『 Kihyun was nothing but a clueless little boy - the sleek polaroid that was nestled between his fingers was more than enough evidence of this. It was of his mother's infidelity; the miscarriage; the end of his family. And, most important of all, his newly discovered brother:

Liu Yangyang. 』

Kihyun had never been in the attic before, at least, not that he could remember. It was a space that was full of dust that clung to his every inhale and felt like it was choking him when he had first entered. He wasn’t here out of his own volition, far from it really.

Instead, he had been asked to come here by his mother - unable to do the cleaning herself and asking him out of the blue if he would help clean it out since it would cost extra to ask others to do it. Who was Kihyun to say no?

The floorboards creaked under the weight of each step, kicking up even more dust as he coughed into his fist. It was clear that no one had been inside for years upon years, perhaps even decades at this point.

Everything within was typical of an attic store room. Rolls of unused carpet and rugs were nestled in a corner, and a rickety old wardrobe was positioned against the back of the furthest wall with the mirror shattered - casting his image ten times over and distorting as he came closer.

Kihyun immediately began with getting as much dust off of the surfaces as possible and forcing open the windows when he neared them. A mask was pulled over his face before he turned on the hoover, getting into the corners and mercilessly sucking up every cobweb and spider that he could see. They weren’t anything he was afraid of but he doubted the new owners would have liked to see an eight legged haven in their attic.

Just the hoovering alone took almost an hour, the air finally breathable when he had finished though he kept the mask on regardless. Next was getting his hands dirty and wiping down the surfaces and mopping the floor, both tasks of which took another two hours.

He almost regretted saying yes to his mother, completely underestimating how much work it really was, but he wasn’t one to back down and especially not when it had been requested of him after months of dead end conversations where he longed for something more. If he could prove himself to be trustworthy, a better son than she thought of him, maybe their relationship could change.

A heavy sigh escaped him, sweat wiped from his forehead as he pushed his hair away from his face and caught another glimpse of himself in the shattered mirror. His skin was flushed from the heat and face covered in a light sheen of moisture, the tips of his fringes damp and sticking to his forehead. This was definitely going to be an entire day's process (yet the last thing he wanted to do was spend his time here without even an utterance of thanks).

The light outside transformed from early morning, high morning, afternoon and then finally settled into the end of the evening, the sun creating hues of orange and rose pink across the horizon. His stomach growled and he could only just remember the faint hints of his rushed lunch of steamed rice and tomato curry. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he would have much to do tomorrow with only the wardrobe left to disassemble and take outside to the skip. Perhaps he could let off some steam by breaking it into pieces with a hammer, he thought with a slight smile.

More than ready to head home by now, he began the process of taking all his things out of the attic, the cleansing supplies taken out by the armful before the hoover was dragged behind him and landed on the flooring of the bedroom below with a hefty thud that seemed to shake the boards under his feet.

He climbed the stairs one last time, looking around to see if everything was okay and it was; there was nothing left behind apart from a rug and the wardrobe. It was hauled up, hands grabbing at the roll and obscuring his vision in one eye as he waddled forwards.

However, he hadn’t seen the lifted floorboard that had been obscured only a moment ago and he fell forwards with a yelp, hands letting go to flail at nothing before breaking his fall. His palms stung and he sat up quickly, glaring fiercely at the offending item.

“What the hell?” He almost crawled to get a better look before deciding that getting up and walking was better.

The floorboard looked like it had been pried off and poorly set down again. The nail was loose and, over time, had curled up. The weight of the rug was seemingly the only thing that had been holding it down. This in itself was nothing interesting and Kihyun didn’t care enough to try and fix it, but when he looked closer and squinted his eyes, he realised that there was something stuffed in the space underneath.

Reaching in, he prayed it wasn’t anything gross and closed his fingers around the object before pulling it out. In his hand was a locked journal, one that was also coated in a fine layer of dust with the cover being of a simple faux brown leather. There was no title or indication of an owner so Kihyun decided to just take it with him.

He figured he was allowed to be just a little nosy after all this hassle.

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[diamondheartyux]

Pennywise

  "Legend has it he likes to be crammed into any tight, wet hole he can find." 

DK x xreader

Genre: Horror, Smut 18 + MDNI

Word count: 5.8K

Warnings: Clowns, aggression, dub\con-ish, this is pretty tame compared to the others BUT if I have missed anything please let me know.

Welcome to part one of Killer Climaxes! 👻

Peep the playlist here

In a small town in Seoul, rumors swirl about Dokyeom: a clown obsessed, sex crazed weirdo who hangs out in the town's sewer systems. He was Seoul's own little Pennywise except he didn't crave your life, just your orgasms. It was also believed that once he got his hands on you, you were never the same, your body morphing, turning you into a certified nympho as the desperate craving for more was all but unbearable. The only problem is he doesn't double tap, so the town is left with a hoard of mindless zombies walking around in search of their next lay that could come close enough to satisfying them. 

People always say there are pieces of truth in legends but you can't seem to find any in this. A whole town of lust driven citizens? A grown man who roams sewers dressed as a clown? No sane person would do these things. It was absurd not to mention the fact that you were absolutely terrified of clowns. You scoff, one headphone in blasting your favorite playlist, as you quickly crumble the newsletter in your hand. Your footsteps echo on the wet pavement, the chilly autumn air hanging with the remnants of the storm having just passed through. The leaves rustle in the trees lining the street, the air around them dancing in shades of yellow, orange, and red. A breeze blows softly, whispering to your skin as it coaxes goosebumps to the top. You pull your cardigan tighter around you as your feet pad over piles of fallen leaves with a satisfying crunch. 

The sun was hidden behind the looming gray clouds, dimming the bright rays to a muted light around you. It was almost dusk, that time between early afternoon and nightfall when the street lights would turn themselves on at the first hint of dimness. You take in a deep breath, savoring the smells of damp and decay surrounding you and the scent sends waves of peace to your brain and through your body. It really was the most wonderful time of the year. You tread softly, in no hurry to get home as you travel the familiar path from college to your house. You zone out, your feet carrying you off muscle memory, as you nod your head to the music blasting in one ear. This road was empty, as it always was. That's why you chose it. No cars, no bikes, and most importantly: no people to bother you as you decompress from the day full of academics. 

Humming softly, you skip a little as you lose yourself to your music pumping loudly in your ear, your arms swinging and your shoes stomping on piles of wet leaves. Your body moves to the beat, shimmying in time with the tempo. Your mind is lost within you, the rhythm in your ears is just the escape you need after today. The town was buzzing for Halloween as it quickly approached, every corner boasting of witches, vampires, and clowns. All make believe creatures merely brought to life by childlike wonder, things you didn't understand the fascination with. 

You pass a storm drain and roll your eyes before tossing the balled up newsletter in your hand at it as you pass. You watch it as it disappears, hitting the concrete on the inside with a small noise and you smirk proudly. It was a perfect shot which is a lot because your aim was terrible. You turn back to the empty road before you with a smile on your face, amping the volume on your phone up. And you almost miss it. 

You weren't sure what you heard at first. A rustling so soft, it sounded like a background noise in your song. You pause the music, still strolling, and listen. When you don't hear anything you unpause it then rewind, listening for the odd sound again. Concentrating on the notes and rhythm in your earbud, you finally hear it again yet this time, it's in a different spot in the song. You stop, your mind on alert now as you turn to survey around you. Your eyes laser in on everything, searching for anything or anyone around you. 

You turn slowly to your right after sweeping the left and that's when you see it. Your eyes widen as you stop mid turn, your shoulder angled towards the storm drain you just passed. There, about half a meter from the drain was the newsletter you threw inside. Your brain is buzzing, busy sending out signals of danger through you yet your body remains frozen in disbelief. Against better judgment, you bring your body to face the drain. Your head tilts curiously as you study the paper ball in the street. Your eyes dart from the drain to the paper and back. You knew you had thrown it into the drain. Hadn't you? No, you saw it go in. It was the perfect shot, wasn't it? You lift your foot the slightest bit much to your brain's disappointment, and you push yourself forward, taking a timid yet cautious step. 

You make your way back to the paper, one small, scared step at a time. You try to come up with reasons for what happened yet none of them make sense. You stop, bending down slowly to grab the paper as you approach it and that's when you hear it. A sound so soft you almost missed it. You squat down, peering into the sewer when you hear it again: a whimper. It’s childlike in nature and a panic begins to bloom in your chest. Was there a child in there? How long had they been in there? Were they stuck?

“Hello?” you call timidly, your voice soft but loud enough to bounce off the concrete of the drain. You gasp lightly when a small, timid voice returns your greeting. 

“H-h-help me.” it says softly, the high pitch whine of a scared, small child ringing in your ears, sending alarm bells through your entire body for the wrong reasons. You lean forward some, placing your hand on the slick pavement to balance yourself as you try to peer into the drain. 

“I’m stuck. Please help me. I’m so scared. It’s so dark here. I want my mom.” the voice says to you, a hushed sniffle paired with a choked sob following its last words. Your heart pounds, shattering and the sirens of your brain are silenced by the overwhelming need to help this poor scared child. You lean forward more, your face now mere centimeters from the opening. You tilt your head side to side as you survey the blackness that presents itself over the lip of the entrance. You pull your foot forward to walk yourself in your crouched position, the sound of your sneakers dragging across the pavement feel louder than they should be but still bounce off your ears despite the frenzied pumping of your heart. 

“Give me your hand. Let me see if I can pull you out and then we’ll find your mom, okay? Can you reach the top?” you ask tenderly as you continue to move your face closer. Your arm comes out hesitantly, hovering just in front of your chest as you wait to see little fingers breach the darkness in front of you.

Small sniffles echo quietly in the inky dark space and you sit frozen, eyes trained to it. 

“I’m reaching as far as I can. Can you see my fingers?” 

You tilt your head curiously, concluding that the child was too short to be seen over the edge so you lean forwards more, one knee coming to almost touch the ground as your hands rests on either side of you for balance. You bring your face to the storm drain, eyes straining to see the outline of small, chubby, childfingers. When you see nothing, you feel a mixture of frustration and concern. You squint before you call back out. 

“I can’t see you.” You reply but then you see pale white fingers slowly come from the void of the drain as they snake up into the air before coming down one by one to grip the lip deliberately. You tilt your head in confusion. The fingers are long and slender. And pale. They very much do not look like children’s fingers unless maybe it was the way the shadows cast in there. Maybe it was optical, something your brain couldn’t understand due to the vast varying degrees of dark and light. You watch, holding in a breath while leaning closer subconsciously before you hear the voice again.

“Can you see me now?” it asks in response, the childlike falsetto distorting with every syllable.. You lean forward a bit more out of curiosity, eyes squinting as you try to see when suddenly a face appears, popping up quickly. You gasp, startled and fall backwards as an eerie giggle floats across the space between you. It takes a moment for you to register that you were looking at a clown. His face was painted a ghostly white and it cracked along the lines in his forehead to settle into the wrinkles of his skin. His yellow eyes gleamed manically, the red lines running through them in consistency with the curve of his cheek stopped at the end of his lips before outlining them in the same deep red that lines his face and the top of his nose. A ruffled, dirty white collar framed his neck, resting under his chin. His hairline was pushed back, his red hair barely visible in the shadows.   

A scream dies in your throat as terror strikes you, coursing heatedly through your veins. Adrenaline responds immediately and you can feel your muscles trembling at the sight. A clown. A fucking clown. You’re frozen, deer eyed as you watch this creepy clown, his long white fingers lifting as more malicious laughter breezes off his lips. His hand begins to slowly climb out of the shadows, reaching at snail’s pace towards your ankles. Your hands ache from leaning back on them and your chest heaves as panic threatens to shut your entire system down. 

His fingers creep closer to your feet and you stare, helplessly frozen as they uncurl before stretching slowly in an attempt to wrap around your ankle. In that moment, your brain finally switches back on and you instinctively shuffle backwards in a desperate attempt to put space between you and him before curling your feet closer to you. Tears fall down your cheeks, your vision blurry with them as you scramble to get away. Your eyes refuse to leave his terrifying face, the sadistic smile curving his lips upwards and exposing his teeth, etch itself in your memory. You finally manage to pry your watery vision from the terror in front of you as you twist to the side, trying to push yourself up to stand and run. That’s when you feel it. 

His fingers wrap around your ankle and terror buzzes through you once again. Your heart pounds rapidly against your ribcage, as if screaming to get away. You turn your head to look back over your shoulder, both hands flat against the damp street under you before you kick your leg as you try to shake him off.. His hand grips tighter and his grin grows wider, exposing more of his pink gums.

He tugs at your foot, pulling you closer to the drain and to the darkness inside it. You kick harder and more frantically this time while sobs begin to erupt from your chest. He pulls you quicker and your flailing slows down to a stop. You try to grasp the ground as you inch closer to him, your nails cracking and breaking against the pavement before they begin to bleed. Your fingertips ache and, despite the failed efforts, you continue to claw in hopes to get away. You dig your hands tighter against the concrete as his giggles dance up your body and hover in your ears. Your vision is cluttered with tears despite the stream of them cascading down to drop from your chin.

In spite of your efforts, you can feel him pulling you closer, your legs bending as they crest the lip of the drain and dangle in the darkness inside it. Your arms ache and your fingers throb, the tips raw from your pointless struggling. You sniffle as your attempts to free yourself dwindle. Your body slides deeper into the storm drain, your legs dangling aimlessly as your waist finally crests the lip. He tugs you more with his slender fingers wrapped around your ankle almost painfully.You all but give up, allowing him to drag you further into his makeshift lair when suddenly you stop moving. He yanks your ankle to pull you down but you don’t move. Your upper body from the waist up remains on the outside, your hips too thick to snake into the bend of the drain. You wince as he continues to tug on your leg. Your hands return to trying to grip the road as you attempt to pull yourself out. Your legs flail frantically, hoping to take this opportunity to escape.    

A sigh of frustration permeates the air as he finally stops pulling your leg. You kick your legs continuously as you try to shimmy your way back out when suddenly a sting radiates across your backside. You jump slightly at the sudden, unexpected motion. Just how hard did he slap you for it to sting through your jeans? You continue to work to free yourself when another sting radiates through your bottom half. Your attempts falter as your body and your brain begin to work on different levels. Your brain tries to process what's happening while your body,...well your body doesn't seem to understand. The dull ache left in the wake of his hand spreads through you and your body is responding in all the wrong ways. A craving starts to wake, yawning as it rises slowly in your core so when his hand connects with your ass again, you almost moan involuntarily. 

Your brain bounces everywhere. You should be trying to get away, not all but anxiously waiting for the next touch. It had been a while since someone had made you feel good and the fact that his face was hidden almost made it bearable. But he was still some weirdo dressed as a clown and you should definitely get away, shouldn’t you? You reach a hand out in front of you and put pressure on your fingers as they grasp the pavement the best they can when his fingers begin to trail the inside of your legs. You pause as they work up from your calves at a tantalizingly slow pace. The tips of his fingers barely press against your pants as they tickle and tease on their ascension. You bring your bottom lip into your mouth, gnawing it as you anticipate the touch you knew was coming. He stalled, stopping to draw lazy circles in the middle of your inner thigh and you sigh before shifting in an attempt to move his hand where you want it.  

A chuckle creeps up before his fingers continue their journey, grazing teasingly over the crotch of your jeans. You shift, pushing yourself backwards against the touch. His hand slips up towards your stomach, his fingers curling to cup you before they rub small circles against the fabric. You stifle a groan, the touch not nearly enough friction through the thick fabric of your jeans. 

His hand disappears quicker than it appeared and you almost whine in protest before you feel his hand snaking between you and the wall you were dangling against. His other hand remains on your ankle, the grip loosening slightly as his fingers work to unbutton your jeans. He slides the zipper down slowly before pushing the fabric down as best he can with one hand. You shift slightly, instinctively trying to roll yourself against his hand to no avail. He continues to push your jeans down to your knees before he brings his hand back between your legs. His fingers slip over you, sliding skillfully between your folds. He runs them back and forth lazily before bringing his fingertips to your clit. You moan quietly as the motions send tiny jolts of pleasure through you. 

His hand around your ankle loosens more as he rubs you at a teasingly slow pace, his hand still cupped as it hovers over your ankle while he waits to see if you try to escape again. You barely feel him remove his hand, your mind focused on how you could get more pleasure from his digits to even bother with trying to run even if you had. Another soft chuckle vibrates the air before you feel his opposite hand come to caress your exposed ass. You groan at the touch, pushing your hips into his hand for more friction. He pops your ass lightly as you do and you whine. The slap wasn't enough to sting but enough for you to get the point that he was in control here, not you. The teasing was frustrating despite how little of it had been given. You were already desperate for release before this and he was making it worse by drawing it out. 

He runs his hand over the curve of your ass, gripping your cheek gingerly as he tugs it towards him to expose you some. You gasp softly before a low moan quickly escapes your mouth, billowing over your lips as you wait for what you expect to come. His fingers dip slowly, tauntingly as they casually glide down the curve of your ass and dip between your legs. You shift in an attempt to open your legs up more to allow him in which causes him to chuckle again at your eagerness. His skinny fingers stop to tease your now dripping entrance. You moan as the fingers circling your clit pick up their pace ever so slightly before he slips a finger inside you. You push your hips backwards to meet him as he sinks his digit deeper in. He starts out slowly, pulling his finger almost all the way out before pushing it back in to curl repeatedly in search of your sweet spot. You shiver slightly with every stroke as it warms the embers burning in your stomach. 

His fingers work you in a rhythm, picking up in pace gradually. He slips a second finger into you and you groan, your aching fingers digging into the pavement again as your pleasure threatens to coil tight enough to snap. Your body acts on its own accord, pushing and rolling your hips between each hand faster and faster as you match his pace. He pumps in and out quickly, always making sure to stroke the sensitive spot buried in you. Your lip aches from biting back the sounds that brewed in your throat and finally, you press your forehead on the wet ground as the dam holding them back breaks. Your moans carry, vibrating along your skin to carry down to his ears. His fingers pick up, circling faster and pumping harder. The tension now festering inside was growing too fast, it was uncontrollable and finally, it broke loose. Your body shudders and you clenched around his fingers, his ministrations sending you right over the edge without a second glance. You moan into the concrete as pleasure crashes into you. His fingers don’t relent, still pumping in and out of you as he coaxes your orgasm on. 

Your body quivers slightly as you buck softly through each wave. His hand falls from your clit before his fingers slip out, leaving an emptiness in their wake. You groan and wiggle again, still wanting more despite having just gotten off. You hear his mouth pop, as if he had been sucking on his fingers before he chuckles again and you have to stifle a moan at the thought of him licking you from his fingers and enjoying it. You lift your head up, your breathing rapid as your brain tries to settle and unscramble when you feel yourself slip a little. You grip the road again to keep yourself where you are to no avail. You squeak out a small yelp and squeeze your eyes shut as your body slips more, sinking into the sewer. You brace yourself for the impact you were so sure you’d feel and when it doesn’t come, you open your eyes. 

It was dim, the soft light from the drain barely illuminating anything. Your pants were still bunched around your knees but with them were hands. You raise your eyes and turn your head and find those yellow eyes staring back at you. They gleaned but this time with lust instead of malice. His hands held your hips and he pressed his fingers into your skin lightly. You shut your eyes quickly, the sight of him sending terror to override the high you were still riding. His fingers danced against your skin causing it to prickle underneath his touch. Your body, despite better sense, ignited again as he ran his hand up your body to caress your waist. He turned you around to press his back against you and you could feel the outline of his arousal as it pressed into your bare ass. You moan quietly as his hands continue their journey, fingertips trailing as they come to cup your breasts. 

Your hand reaches back to rub against him as he paws your chest through your shirt, stopping to slip his hands under your sweater then your bra to caress your bare skin. His fingers graze over your nipples, flicking across them teasingly before he rolls them between his thumb and pointer finger. He tugs them gently and you gasp, your hand gripping his erection through his costume as you try to stroke him. You keep your eyes shut as he walks the two of you forward before coaxing you to bend. He lifts your hand from his crotch and places it against the cool, curved wall. A breath puffs from your lips at the crisp feeling against your skin, the chill a deep contrast to the heat blazing under your skin. His hands disappear from under your sweater and you hear the sound of his clothing rustling. In seconds, the hands have reappeared followed by the warmth of his skin as he grips your hips to pull you against him. 

You moan softly at the feeling of his bare erection pressing against the skin of your ass and you push yourself back towards him. He lifts his hands, one coming to spread your ass cheeks apart and the other to guide himself to your entrance. You arch your back as you offer yourself up to him and he takes the invitation, swiftly pushing himself into you. He curses lightly at the feel of you, your warmth and wetness eagerly swallowing him. His cock fills you with a fullness you hadn’t ever experienced before. You moan at the feeling of being stretched this way as he pushes into more and more. Your chest heaves as your breathing rises with every inch he buries inside you before you feel his hips against your skin again.

You hang your head, your hands resting firmly on the wall as he pulls back to slide out of you almost completely. You moan softly as he pushes himself back into you swiftly, setting the pace of the movements to follow. He starts to thrust into you fast, rocking your body with every pump. His fingers dig into the skin of your hips roughly as he pulls you to him with every forward thrust he makes. He grunts softly as you moan loudly, the sound reverberating off the walls around you. He thrusts faster, each one a little more aggressive than the last when a hand sides off your hips to caress up your back, over the base of your neck, and into your hair. His body leans over yours and you moan again as he pushes deeper into you while he fists your hair tightly. He tugs it roughly one time and you wince before he tugs again to pull your body flush with his, your back against his chest. 

You gasp and groan as your hands whip around to grip against his hips, legs, whatever you could find and his pumps into you hard and fast. His free hand comes to rest under your sweater, his bare hand holding you as it rests on your stomach. He tugs your hair again to pull your head back before he presses his lips into the crook of your neck. He pounds into you over and over while his lips glide over your neck, stopping only to allow his teeth a chance to graze the sensitive spot below your ear. His groans bounce between his lips and your ear and fuels the fire blazing dangerously in your core. You dig your nails into his skin when his hand slips from your stomach and his fingertips find your clit again. 

He rubs it almost furiously without bearing down painfully as he pumps faster into you. You rest your head against his chest, his hands still wrapped into your hair. The dam holding your sounds from earlier was all but shattered and the sounds of your moans mix with flesh colliding in the chilly, murky tunnel around you as they echo around you. You yelp as he pulls your hair harshly before letting it go, pushing your head forward as he does. He quickly forces you to lean back over and his hands find your hips again. He digs his fingers in painfully as he pulls out of you before slamming back inside roughly. The flames of your desire dance wildly with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer to combustion as he fucks you harshly. You hold yourself up on the wall as your body bounces violently in rhythm with his strokes. 

He grunts and groans in time with each one before finally the fire inside explodes. You cry out as your body convulses under him. His strokes hold pace as you clench around him, having missed the edge of your pleasure before being completely catapulted into the blaze instead. He draws it out but never lets up, his skin slapping against yours as layer after layer of desire burns through your cells. When the embers finally die, you lift your head up and let it loll back as he carries on, chasing his high. You rock back and forth in time with his body, more sounds pouring from his lips before finally he pulls out of you suddenly. The absence hardly has time to be felt before he’s spinning you around and pushing you to your knees. 

You don’t have time to think much less try to disobey before he shoves his cock into your mouth. You moan softly at the taste of you melting onto your tongue before he rocks himself against your mouth and shoves himself all the way in. You gag as he hits the back of your throat but it doesn’t stop him. He continues his chase. His fingers tangle into your hair as he guides your head back and forth to match the pace of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth. He growls before he smashes himself against the back of your throat once more. His hands hold you flush with his hips and his cock twitches as you gag around it. Tears form immediately in your eyes as you feel a warmth spurt against your raw throat. He rocks against your mouth as he chases his orgasm, making sure to coax out every drop of his release as he can as you swallow instinctively.  

When he pulls out, you gasp for air and the tears pooling in your eyes creep down your cheek slowly. You cough, leaning over slightly. You only take your eyes off him for a minute but when you lean back up merely seconds later, he is gone. You rest a hand on your chest as you wait for your body and breathing to return to their normal, calm state. You turn your head side to side as you search for him but it's empty around you. You stand up and pull your jeans up to refasten them and readjust your clothing. You run your fingers through your hair in an attempt to comb it slightly before you turn to take in the area around you. You look up at the opening of the drain and know there was no way you would be able to get out of there that way. You turn to your left and begin to walk cautiously, your body on alert in the near darkness as you wait for him to pop out at you from the darkness somewhere. 

You walk for what feels like forever before you see small beams of light cascading from the ceiling up ahead. As you get closer, a ladder comes into view. You climb up, rung by rung, stopping to press up against the heavy cover closing the path into the sewer above you. You let it crack lightly and listen before pushing it up and over. You pull yourself out onto a deserted road before standing and replacing the manhole cover. You brush yourself off and take in the area around you before recognizing where you were. When you get home, you go straight to the shower to wash off your circus sewer romp in hopes to help calm your body down. You climb into bed after and pull the covers to your chin only to be haunted by the memories of your afternoon. His face flashes through your mind, those yellow eyes boring into you. Tingles dance across your skin, teasing your arousal until you can’t take it anymore. You work yourself quickly, desperate for sleep but he was even there. 

You dreamed about him, about the way he felt inside you. You heard the noises he made and felt his hands against you all over again. You awoke the next morning just as flustered as you were when you went to sleep. And it stayed this way. Every day and every night you were haunted by the memories of him and nothing was as satisfying as the way he slammed into you. Clowns no longer scared you after that. You watched them too closely now, hoping maybe one of them was him. You knew the rumors said he never hit it twice but you were desperate and only he could fill you the way you ached for. Every giggle that floated mysteriously across the air set your body and heart off. Every drain you passed, you stared at too long, hoping whatever you tossed inside would appear back on the street again after you passed. 

You groaned softly, remembering when merely days ago you were scoffing at the unreal accusations of how half the town were brain dead, having been fucked into an addiction only to now find yourself in the same position.                  

[breezybangtanbebe]

💭❤️‍🔥Boyfriend Hoseok❤️‍🔥💭

The Gentle Giant Boyfriend

Emotionally💕:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crinkling cutely when the teacher made a joke.

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

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

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

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

Honesty.

Joy.

Sadness.

Pain.

Soul.

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

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

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

"No Im not." 

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

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

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

"If you say so.."

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

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

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

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

Physically💋:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus he had all the snacks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sexually💦:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your neck.

Your nipples.

That spot just below your breast.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back and forth.

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

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

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

"More?" He lifts his brow.

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

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

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

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

Love Language:

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

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

Pet names/Terms of endearment:

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

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

<The other Boyfriends >

[h3nderyss]

finally home - yoo kihyun

pairing: kihyun x fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff (?) angst (?) word count: 562 a/n: kihyun discharge day and im crying.. just finished watching the welcome live (it's 5am rn) and ohh i missed him so much :(

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the apartment felt emptier without him.

days blurred together, the hum of the city outside your window a constant reminder that time was moving forward, even when your heart remained stuck in place, waiting.

every morning, you woke to the same routine–pouring 2 cups of coffee out of habit, only to sigh and pour one back into the pot. his side of the bed remained untouched, the sheets cold, his scent fading with each passing day.

you had tried to fill the void with distractions–work, friends, hobbies–but nothing could replace the warmth of his presence, the sound of his laughter, the way he would hum mindlessly while doing whatever.

kihyun had been gone for (nearly) 2 years, serving his mandatory military service, and while you had known from the start that waiting would be hard, you hadn't anticipated just how much it would ache. the distance was suffocating.

letters and occasional phone calls helped, but they were fleeting, moments of light swallowed by the vast emptiness that followed. you missed everything–the way he would tease you, the way he would hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

nights were the hardest. you would curl up beneath the blankets, phone clutched to your chest, rereading his last message until exhaustion pulled you under.

and the day finally came, he was coming home.

you had spent the entire morning pacing, heart hammering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. the hours stretched unbearably, each minute crawling by.

you had replayed your reunion a thousand times in your mind, wondering what you would say, how he would look. would he have changed?

would he still feel the same?

but all those thoughts vanished the moment you heard the familiar sound of the key turning in the lock.

the door creaked open, and there he stood.

kihyun.

he looked different–his hair was longer than the buzz, his features slightly more defined, but his eyes, those warm, expressive eyes, held the same love, the same fire that had always drawn you to him. for a moment, neither of you moved, just drinking each other in, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment.

and then, you rushed to him.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in, holding you so tightly it was as if he was afraid you'd disappear. your fingers clutched at the fabric of his jacket, your face buried in his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of home–his scent.

he was here. he was real. and the weight of every lonely night, every tear shed in his absence, came crashing down all at once.

"i missed you," you choked out, voice muffled against him.

kihyun exhaled shakily, "i know baby," pressing his lips to your hair, "i missed you more."

you pulled back just enough to look at him, hands trembling as they cupped his face. his skin was warm beneath your touch, lips parting as if they wanted to say something, but instead, he just leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"you waited for me," he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

"of course i did."

his lips curled into the softest, most beautiful smile you had ever seen before he finally closed the distance, kissing you with all the love, all the longing, all the promises that had been left unspoken for 2 years.

and just like that, he was home.

[lushta1es0nm3]

Accountability

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x fem reader

Summary: “So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Also, I did not proofread any of this, I wrote a while back and was reading through my drafts and found this and decided to post it cause, why the fuck not. I miss MONSTA X. I also post with phone wallpapers I made for each storyline, feel free to use them if you like. Please, do enjoy 😊

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked the man sitting on your couch as you clutched your chest in surprise. You’d just walked in the door, thinking you be able to think about your future.

He sighed and stood up “what do you think,” he started, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“For what, we’re not a couple, remember?” You cut him off with a scoff.

“All that changed when I found out.” He stated angrily.

“Found out what, Kihyun, we broke it off, a week ago-” You started

“But your pregnant, right.” He stated matter of factly cutting you off.

You froze and stared at him, “How’d I find out?” Kihyun asked the question you were thinking, “this,” he pulled out a positive pregnancy test and tossed it on the table, “I found it in the master bedroom at the condo. I went back to clean things up before selling it. Why didn’t you tell me? I had to search high and low to find you, is this why you wanted to stop? Is this why you broke it off.”

You sighed and dropped your head, “We’re not a couple, this was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. It was an accident, it wasn’t-”

“Accidentally or not,” he cut you off, “I had to find out this way. Why didn’t you tell me-,”

“Tell you for what,” you yelled, “so you can tell me to get rid of it!”

“You know me better than that,” he yelled back, you watched as tears formed in his eyes, “yes, we’ve been fucking for over a year,” a tears slipped from his eyes as he blinked and lowered his voice, “regardless of that, why didn’t you tell me, when you know I’d be glad to have a family.”

“We don’t love each other,” you stated, “we get our fill and go our separate ways.”

“That’s a lie,” he countered, “how many nights did we spend together talking without the sex? Did we not tell secrets?” He was laying down facts.

“It doesn’t matter now,” you replied, “it’s gone.”

“It’s gone?” Kihyun asked, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“I got rid of it.” You said, “I’m not ready for a kid.”

Kihyun dropped his head and fell silent, he was hurt, but deep down he knew he had to respect your decision because it was your body. He took a deep breath and decided it would be best to just leave. He took a step and almost tripped, you instinctively reached out a hand to catch him, but he snatched away from you and left without saying another word.

This, this thing that you both had was good and bad. You both stumbled upon each other by chance at a very small bar you had begun to frequent, he was alone and you. Both of you shared a drink or two and exchanged stories, which led to sleeping together. Hoping it was a one time thing, you let it go at that. But you ran into each other a few more times and then decided to just use each other as a way to find some relief in this world of madness.

Relief with no string attached, he bought the place and you both paid the extra expenses to keep this good thing going. It was so good it last well over a year. So good that after one night of drinking and talking you both went at each other with no protection. But really, the only thing you lacked, that couples shared was, the dates and introducing each other to your friends and family. Let’s or forget to mention the fact that you only meet up in the late evenings and night. But this was something hidden in plan sight.

You sighed and sat down on your couch and rested your hands in your hair for a brief moment and then reaching out and grabbing the pregnancy test off the table and placing a hand on your stomach. You lied to him, it was still with you, meaning you hadn’t made up your mind on rather or not to keep it or to get rid of it.

Another sigh passed your lips as you put the test down and stood up. This was just too much at one time for you, you were thinking, how’d he find out where you live? Neither of you had ever been to the others house, so how in the fuck did he find you? You abruptly threw the test against the wall in aggravation, shattering it into pieces. With that being enough for the night, you decided to just sleep, sleep would be the best stress relief. But sadly for you it didn’t come so easily.

To be honest, you couldn’t fall asleep properly for a week. And that was because by then you’d started the early symptoms of pregnancy. So that being said you kept it, it became her, your baby had grown to be a year old. But it wasn’t easy, the sleepless nights and constantly feeling like you weren’t a fit mother plagued you some days. But still you toughed it out and held your head up all while working to keep a steady flow of income.

That being said, today was one of those tough days, you had meetings back to back and you’d kept getting calls from your sitter, who kept saying she had to leave. But you had to complete this one last meeting before running off, for the day. It had gotten dark out, one more and your out. You took a deep breath before walking into the conference room, telling yourself it wouldn’t take long. There were only three people, plus you and your two team members and your boss. Easy right?

The moment you turned away from the board to introduce yourself, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting at the table glaring at you. Ah fuck, be cool sis. You cleared your throat and started the meeting as if he wasn’t there. It went smoothly because you didn’t look at him because you knew that if you did, you stumble over your words and that wouldn’t be good for anybody.

Once the meeting came to and everyone exited the conference room, spilling out into the hallway. They were conversing while you were trying to get away. The moment you began walking away from the crowd, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around, it was your sitter, she was frowning.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she started handing you your little girl who smiled at you, “I’ve called your phone many times and you didn’t answer.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I’ll pay you extra,” you promised, “I’ve had meetings all day and I left my phone at my desk.” You apologized again after she complained about being late to hang out with her friends. She still agreed to come back the next day to babysit.

You sighed after she left and looked at child with a smile, “Let’s go Ki, mommy misses you.” You tossed her in the air a little making her giggle as if it’s the funny thing in the word. You kissed her cheek and started walking back to your desk to gather your things.

On your way out of the building, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting waiting on you. He approached you glancing between you and the child, you knew he wanted an explanation so, you spoke first.

“Let’s go somewhere and talk.” You suggested looking at your baby and then back at him, “it’s a little chilly out here, I don’t want her to get sick.”

Kihyun nodded and followed after you, to a small cafe. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at the little girl with eyes like his. He couldn’t fix his lips to say anything, he felt that he’d cry if he did.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I lied. I was lost and scared. I hurt you and I didn’t even think about your feelings at all. I was being selfish.”

“Why…….why didn’t you call me,” he started slowly, “you-,” he paused and looked away as he took at deep breath to control his emotions, “she looks just like me.” He stated the obvious. His eyes held longing.

You stood up abruptly and placed her in his lap, she immediately smiled at him and started baby babbling to him. A tear escaped his eyes as he finally smiled at his child, he apologized to her for not being there but that wasn’t his fault.

“Hi, I’m your dad.” He spoke softly as a small grin finally graced his face.

She giggled and stood up in his lap, before randomly giving giving him what was meant to be a kiss but ended up being a cheek full of baby drool. Kihyun let out a small yell as shock took over his face.

“You’re feisty.” He said looking at her with wide eyes, holding her a little distance from his face, to keep from her from doing it again, “where do we go from here?” He asked you.

“We can start slow,” you answered, “come and see her whenever you want, just let me know ahead of time.”

He agreed, you both slowly caught up that night, talking mainly about your child. At some point it felt like nothing happened as you two conversed back and forth like old times. Eventually you both parted ways, but he came by every chance he got. He wanted to see her as much as he could. And you, my dear, was fine with that.

A month turned into two and with it, you might as well say you were living together. Because somehow, Kihyun had begun to spend nights and days at your place, going so far as to leave some of his things there. Well ma’am, this was going on the third month, you woke up in a hurry. Both of you did.

Scrabbling to get dressed and ready for work, the sitter would arrive at any minute. You tossed your earrings in your purse as Kihyun fought with his necktie. He swore as you made your way over and helped him quickly. He kissed your cheek and said thanks. You paused after a second to realize what had just transpired. While Kihyun was oblivious to what he’d just done.

You opened your mouth to say something but the front door opened and your sitter walked in. You spoke to her hurriedly, trying to explain to her what was where and why, when Kihyun spoke cutting you off briefly.

“Good morning,” he greeted the sitter as he kissed the top of the babies head, “I’m leaving now honey, I’ll see you later tonight,” he spoke to you, “I’m going to be late, their so much going on. Bye.”

He full on pecked you lips before leaving, you stood there in a little shocked, the sitter grinned thinking it was cute.

“Stop that,” you told her, “we’re not together,” you explained, “what the hell is wrong with him?”

“Nothings wrong with him,” your sitter smirked, “what’s wrong with you?” She pointed and picked up your kid before walking away leaving you a little shook.

The day progressed slowly and as dinner time rolled around, you realized you’d be seeing Kihyun earlier than anticipated because your companies agreed to have a dinner gathering. I mean there was a joint project going on.

But all things were good and dandy as you sat at the large table alone scrolling on your phone looking at cute clothes to order for your baby. The chair beside you slid out and you looked up into Kihyun’s face.

“Oh that adorable.” He pointed out, taking a seat, he himself pulled his phone out to show you something he’d found, “take a look at this one,” he showed you as you leaned over to get a better look, “yellow would be so cute on her right?”

“Yes,” you answered, “adding a little bow would be to die for.” He swiped away from the item and you caught a glimpse of matching family wear. You sighed before speaking, it was just the two of sitting at the table anyway, “Kihyun,” you called his name and he looked at you curiously, “why’d you kiss me this morning?”

He thought for a second, “I don’t remember kissing you.” He honestly replied with a small shake of his head.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the sudden chatter of the others coming to join. You smiled and so did he but he didn’t miss the look of pure annoyance when a guy you work with made an appearance. He wasn’t working on the project so why was he there? To make matters worse, he sat next to you and Kihyun didn’t miss you rolling your eyes and letting out a low huff.

Halfway through dinner, when everyone was talking about dating, for some fucking reason. Your coworkers brought up the fact that you and said annoying coworker were both single. It was as if they were trying to hook you up with him. But as if on cue, Kihyuns coworkers also pointed out him and another guy being single and asked you which of the men you’d pick.

“I have a whole cute little baby girl,” you smartly answered, “I don’t think any one can top that.”

The table erupted with laughter, but the question was reiterated, almost as if they were pressing for an answer. But none came, so everyone went back to chatting about whatever. It was almost over when you let out a small sigh. As you did, Kihyun put his cup down after drinking from it, he got a little food on his sleeve.

Now bitch, as if on instinct, you reached over and started cleaning his sleeve with a paper towel. He smirked as you two started exchanging whispers. You made a remark about your child being clumsy and he giggled before saying that she got it from you. After a small bit of playful back and forth, you felt a tap on your shoulder, with that, your smile dropped as you turned to see what your coworker wanted.

“What’s so funny?” He asked looking between the two of you, “do you two know each other?” He added when he saw the look on both your faces.

“None of your business.” You answered coldly.

He smirked “Don’t be like that Y/N, you know how I feel about you.” He added.

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve told you no multiple times.” You flat out rejected him.

He sighed and went to speak, but you stood up and excused yourself to the restroom. Or more like to get some air, outside you stood taking a deep breath. The sudden presence beside was only one person.

“Are you alright?” Kihyun asked taking in your tired demeanor.

“I’m fine,” You replied, “I just wanna go home to our little cutie.” You looked at him and smiled a little.

“Honey,” he called you sweetly and unknowingly as pulled you into a hug, “the day will be done in no time, it’s almost over.”

“You just did it again.” You remarked pulling away from him.

He looked at you and for a second as shock took over his face, he apologized. Just as he did, your coworker appeared, he completely ignored Kihyun as he spoke directly to you.

“Are you okay,” he asked, “I don’t want anyone bothering the things I like.”

“Funny,” you huffed, “bye.”

You walked away and went back inside, after sometime of drinking a little bit, you could finally go home. But good old Kihyun offered you a ride in his car because, I mean of course you weren’t driving in that state. Him being caring and looking good while he was doing so brought back memories and with memories came feelings….the feelings brought up a flame, that you thought was put out and away. But no, this flame had begun to burn.

So imagine Kihyun’s expression when he tried to get you into his to take you home. You stopped him and pulled him closer by his tie and took a deep breath. Damn he smelled good.

“Y/N,” he bargained, “stop, this isn’t fair.”

“Why not,” you urged as one of your legs slowly moved up and around his waist, “you want it, just as much as I do,” your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer as you whispered in his ear, “I’ve missed you, I still remember everything about you. Especially your touch, please, burn me up, like only you know how.”

By now, he’d pulled away enough to lock eyes with you. So close to his lips and wanting so bad to taste them, you kissed him gently, but quickly.

“Y/N, you always like to tease,” he stated, by his tone, you knew he had folded, but he was holding back, “now isn’t the place for this.”

You scoffed and pulled away from him, opening the door to the back seat, you pulled him inside like some kind of alluring sagacious succubus. Once the door closed, you climbed on top of him and embraced him in a kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It didn’t take but a moment for Kihyuns hands to find your bra and undo it. He took off easily as he felt you up and down leaving no parts of you untouched. His hands cup your face he kissed you gently, damn you both were in a trance.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kihyun muttered pulling away to get some air.

But you didn’t want to breathe, so you instead kissed his neck while his hands played in your hair. You began began to grind on him, feeling how hard he was through his pants, that had long since become uncomfortably tight. You wanted it, you wanted to feel him and experience his sinfulness.

You took it upon yourself to pull his member out and push your panties to the side. You slipped down onto him and let out a soft moan and a whimper. Fuck you missed him you thought as you buried your face into his neck again as his hands found your waist. He let out low grunts as you rode him steady and slow.

Damn you hadn’t been this needy in a long ass time. You let out a shaky “fuck,” you were so tight around him as he filled up. Your legs trembled the moment you felt his grip on your waist tighten as he started fucking up into you.

You wanted to let out a loud moan but stopped yourself by covering your mouth, luckily Kihyun pulled you into a kiss and slowed down his pace just in time. Outside, a group of people were walking and stopped at a car nearby.

Kihyun’s hand found the back of neck, he pulled away as he kept bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly as to not draw attention. All the while he’d locked eyes with you. Your face was scrunched up in pure bliss as you bit your bottom lip.

“Don’t make one fucking sound.” Kihyun lowly gritted out, making you take all of him. He kissed you and slapped you cheek before gripping your chin with his free hand, “fuck me,” he demanded, kissing you again, you did but couldn’t take how hard he was, “take all it,” he ordered thrusting into hard making you let out a soft muffled whimper.

You did the best you could, taking all of his stiff cock, he let go of your neck and your head fell backwards. You were about to come, so you put your hand over your mouth to stop the sound from coming out. You couldn’t see where the group of people were standing and they couldn’t see you but by the sound of their voice, they were close.

You legs began to shake and your body began to tremble, you wanted to stop. But Kihyun had other ideas, he again gripped your waist. Holding you in place, he kept thrusting into you hard, deep and slow. Until you creamed on him and your body began to convulse. Tears streamed down your cheeks, you wanted to moan, Kihyun knew that. So he kissed hard and let you go just as the group of people outside began walking away.

As the did, his slow thrust turned into a quick rough fuck that made you moan and grip his shirt for dear life “Take it,” he stated, “look what you made me do,” he gritted fucking you harder.

Kihyun’s grip remained tight as he used one had to rub your clit. He fucked you into another orgasm as he came finally, you panted as you shivered. Kihyun shoved you off of him, out of breath himself. You both fixed yourselves quickly, regardless of how fucked out you were. You stayed in the backseat as Kihyun got into the drivers seat. By his demeanor, you knew this wasn’t over………..

When you woke the next morning, you were baffled as you recounted the events of last night. Finally you sat upright in bed and looked around, why was it so quiet? You hurriedly jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room.

You were meet with the sight of your sitter watching tv on low volume as your baby slept quietly. She looked at you puzzled and confused as to why you woke up distraught and running through your apartment like that. When you asked where Kihyun was, she informed you that he’d left very early as he was the one to call her in so early.

You checked the time, damn it was a little passed nine. Letting out a sigh, you knew you needed to talk to him. So you pulled out your phone and was met with his voicemail. You shot him a text and quickly got dressed for work. You kissed your kid on the way out and made it to work.

You were instantly asked a million questions as to where you disappeared off too and with whom. You managed to lie your way out of the conversations and went right to preparing for the meeting you had later that day.

The time rolled around and you checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time, Kihyun still hadn’t answered or text back. You huffed and cursed at him in your head as you walked into the conference room to girlish giggles and flirting.

You looked up, Kihyun, the culprit of why you had an attitude, was chatting it up with a girl from your department. The stack of files you were holding, somehow managed to slam down on the table loud enough to startle the two.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked without thinking.

“He was just showing me a cute picture,” she answered, not realizing you were talking to Kihyun, “you want to see?” She offered.

“No thank you.” You declined and plopped down in a seat. She shrugged and went back to gushing and giggling over whatever it was on his phone. With frustration you huffed and went about flipping through files and slamming down paperwork………Bitch don’t be jealous.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you okay?” She asked you full of concern. You went to speak, but someone called her out into the hallway, leaving you and Kihyun alone.

You stared at him as he started flipped through paperwork of his own, almost ignoring your existence. You frowned and huffed and just as you went to start swearing, the annoying guy coworker came into the room. Now it was Kihyun’s turn to get jealous, his was instantly though.

“Y/N,” the guy started sitting on the edge of the table looking down at you, ignoring the fact that Kihyun was in the room, “I was worried last night after you walked away,” you looked at him and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes, “I really like you, please, just go out with me just once.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw the quick look of anger on Kihyun’s face. But you weren’t one to play games. You sighed and stood up finally and took a step back.

“No thank you,” you answered calmly , “I’ve told you, I’m not interested,” you sighed and turned to walk away.

“Y/N,” he called your name as he grabbed your arm. He pulled you closer and began speaking lowly, so Kihyun wouldn’t hear, “I don’t think you understand. Go out with me and I’ll make sure you get a promotion and a raise. Why work hard when you can do it easily.”

This prick, all while speaking had begun snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer, “I mean your really pretty, even with a bastard kid.”

That part, Kihyun heard, the book he was writing in somehow flew across the room and hit the guy in the back of the head. You shoved away from him and slapped him as hard as you could. All of these actions occurred simultaneously and quickly. You wanted to claw his eyes out, but Kihyun wanted him to bleed.

Thankfully what kept him from getting his ass whooped at that very moment was the others coming in, all them being very loud and chatty. Someone asked what was going on, but the guy dismissed himself and returned shortly. You rolled your eyes and sat down, you were pissed and annoyed beyond belief.

Alas the meeting went smoothly, despite the icy look that Kihyun was giving the asshole. It was during this meeting that you learned that he’d be joining the project and that he was paired up to work with you. It was already decided by the higher ups, leaving you no room for any say in the matter.

Two week later with more of Kihyun ignoring you, the only time you saw him was at work and briefly at home. He’d stop by to see y’all’s kid when you were out and then leave, claiming he was too busy to talk.

Adding to the fact that you had to work with the asshole. Whom you kept at arms length at all times, if it wasn’t at work around people or even about work for that matter. You kept interaction with him at bare minimum.

Well bitch, again, another company dinner was planned at you had no choice but to attend. You walked into the restaurant venue and instantly spotted Kihyun sitting at a table with the same woman from the other day, giggling it up.

You walked over and sat down on the other side of him and the moment you did, she got up and left, mumbling something about your attitude being bad lately. Kihyun scrolled through his phone, again ignoring you.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder, “What’s your problem?” You asked when he finally sat his phone down and looked at you.

“Be honest with me Y/N.” He started cutting straight to the point, “what do you see me as.”

“It’s hard to place,” you answered honestly “I couldn’t place my feelings about you into any specific category before.”

“So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

“No, it’s not like that-,” you tried.

“So, you have no emotional attachment to me at all.” He cut you off.

“Kihyun,” you fumed “what do you want me to say? If I don’t see you, I get mad. If you don’t say anything I get worried. I hate seeing you sad and upset! Most importantly, damn it, why are always laughing and talking to her?”

“Why are you upset about it?”

“Because you’re making me feel complicated and fucking confused.” You huffed.

He went to speak but a certain person’s presence stopped him. The prick sat on the other side of you and throughout the entire dinner, you were doing a solid job of ignoring him and not dragging Kihyun out the door to yell at him.

You thought you were completely safe until…..

“Y/N,” a coworker called your name as you sat down your cup after taking a sip of water, you hummed at her in response, “why are you two not dating yet?”

You choked on invisibility because excuse me what the fuck, “I’m fine,” you choked out, “we’ve talked about this already guys.”

Instinctively Kihyun handed you your water and patted your back. He followed up by giving you a paper towel and asking if you were okay. Your coworker pricks hand somehow, someway thought that it would a good idea to put his hand on your leg.

Kihyun had turned his full attention towards the man, while everyone else was conversing oblivious to what was happening. Before you could reach over and shove his hand off, Kihyun did it for you. When your coworker looked in your direction, he was met with a glare Yoo Kihyun.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whispered to Kihyun noting how visibly pissed he was becoming.

It take but a moment to get him outside, the moment you thought you were in the clear, Kihyun went on a full rant.

“Who,” he started passing back and forth in front of you, “who the fuck is he? Huh? What right does he have to touch those legs…..my legs,” he pointed at your legs, and made an up and down motion with his hand “I should’ve punched him in the face instead of throwing a book across the room. Ugh! Also,” he redirected his thoughts towards you, “what are you wearing that skirt anyway, I thought I hid it.”

“You’re the one that hid it,” you cut him off, pointing a finger, “this is one of my favorite skirts.”

“Mines too, that’s why I hid it, you look too damn good in it!” He huffed.

“So, that’s the purpose!” You countered

“To look good for other guys or is it for yourself?” He asked.

“It’s your favorite color, you do the math.” You folded your arms and took a step towards him.

“It’s f-for me,” he stuttered out, lowering his voice the moment you got in his face, “well when you put it that way,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for hiding it.”

You went to speak but was cut off by the sound of your name being called. You took a step back from Kihyun to see who it was. Low and behold it was the prick from work. You both sighed and swore. You told Kihyun not to say a word. But, he can only hold back so much aggression.

“Is he bothering you?” He asked gesturing toward Kihyun, who’s hands were on his hip.

“It’s none of your business, take a hint and leave me alone.”

You took a step and he stopped you, “why are you being difficult?” He asked.

You went to speak, but Kihyun cut in, he looked at your coworker and scoffed “Are you deaf, she said get lost.”

“I think you’re the one who should get lost.” He demanded.

This side of Kihyun, you’d only seen once and you didn’t want to see him like that again. You noted how his ears had begun to turn red. So you grabbed his hand “Nope,” you started, “not today.”

“Baby,” Kihyun started raising his voice a little, “this man, is bothering you and me, at this point-,”

“So what,” you went back at him, “that doesn’t mean start a riot.”

“Says who,” he yelled finally pulling his hand away as he expressed himself, “you can’t stop me.”

“Ummm, Yes I can!” You frowned.

“Ha,” he laughed at you, “how, you can’t even tell Y/baby’s/N to stop throwing her food.”

“Hey,” you yelled back, “she’s stubborn because of you!”

“I’m not stubborn!” He huffed.

“Than what are you being right now?” You asked.

“Being protective over my wife!” He yelled with his whole chest.

“I’m not your wife!” You stated.

“Then marry me already!”

“We’re already married!” You replied

It fell silent as you both registered the entire conversation or argument….

“Y/N, Kihyun…” you heard your names being called and looked up. Both of groups of coworkers all stood there stunned at what they had just heard.

“This is your fault!” You yelled at Kihyun, for no reason.

“How,” he countered, “it’s his fault to sticking his nose in our business.” He pointed.

“That’s bullshit,” you countered, “you’re the one that hid my fucking skirt and gave me the silent treatment for two damn week!”

“Honey,” Kihyun started after sighing again, ignoring everything else you said, “stop swearing, pretty lips shouldn’t curse.”

“These are my lips!”

“But they’re shaped like our little angels.” He stated matter of factly

“What you going to do about it,” you tested his patience like a dumbass, “ass, bitch fuck shit motherfucker!”

He just started at you with a unreadable expression for all of two seconds before you took off running. He called after you, apologized to everyone and then chased you down the street, leaving everyone shocked, speechless and confused…….

No shit, when he finally caught you, you begged for forgiveness as he picked you up and carried you to your apartment and took you to your bedroom. Where, let’s just say, he fixed your potty mouth.

Sometime later you both were sitting in the bathtub. Kihyun was sitting behind playing with you hands, while you rested you head in his chest. It was quiet for a while, then he sighed and you looked up at him.

“This is going to be fun to explain in the morning,” He started.

“Wanna just say we kept it a secret to keep our work separated from our personal lives?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he agreed as you stood up to get out of the tub, “sounds like a good idea.” he added getting out of the tub as well.

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for monsta x and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» Anniversary Gift ♧ s. hyunwoo

➥ 7.1k ; Y/N's boyfriend Hyunwoo takes her on a trip for their anniversary ― to a private island just south of Jeju.

»» Makeup Sex ♧ l. jooheon

➥ 4.3k; Jooheon has been ignoring Y/N recently and she finds herself missing him more than usual.

»» Give it a Chance ♧ i. changkyun

➥ 8.2k; after weeks of flirting with her, the infamous 'fuckboy' that has been invading Y/N's workspace has a chance to sweep her off her feet at another bar and after seeing him in a new light, she's tempted to let him.

»» Time for a Change ♧ i. changkyun

➥ 2k; Changkyun is known on campus as being a huge flirt and a bit of a fuckboy. Little does he know, his next target, Y/N is not the sweet and innocent girl everyone paints her as. After hooking up with her on several occasions, Changkyun realizes he has feelings for her but does she return the sentiment?

»» Jealousy ♤♧ i. changkyun

➥ 5k; Changkyun is Y/N's best friend and she notice how distant he’s become since she befriended the rest of his members, especially his hyung, Kihyun.

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— drabbles

»» Drunken Confessions ♡ s. hyunwoo

➥ 891; after her roommate, Hyunwoo, calls her drunk from the bar, Y/N goes to pick him up and bring him home only to realize she has to babysit him before he falls asleep.

»» Don't Listen to Them ♡ l. minhyuk

➥ 577; when Y/N visit her boyfriend and realize he's down in the dumps over what some so called fans have been saying about his newest piece of ink, she decides to tell him that she doesn't think that way and how much she loves all of him, including his tattoos.

»» Stay ♡ y. kihyun

➥ 694; Y/N has hidden Kihyun's pants in hopes of making him stay at her place instead of leaving for practice like he's supposed to.

»» the Interview ♡ l. jooheon

➥ 1.3k; Jooheon is just ready to get this interview over with so the group can finally get some food and rest, until his eyes land on the person conducting the interview… Y/N.

»» My Girl ♡ i. changkyun

➥ 698; Changkyun sticks up for his S/O when he overhears some stylists mocking their Korean speaking capability.

»» Rainy Days ♡ i. changkyun

➥ 786; when her plans with Changkyun go awry due to a thunderstorm, he shows Y/N that a day spent inside is just as good as a day spent outside.

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— miniseries

»» the Bet: 01 | 02 | 03 ♧ ⊝ s.hyunwoo

➥ --; after learning the man she thought loved her only started seeing her as the result of a bet with his friends, Y/N's life is put in jeopardy when his boss, and her father’s rival, learns about the relationship.

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— series

»» Give it to You ♧✓ ot7

➥ 25k; after making a secret pact, Y/N is tasked with bringing seven souls to her boss in exchange for her freedom. will she be able to follow through and end their lives or will she disobey her orders and pay with her life?

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Greatest Gift

Summary: This Christmas might just change everything, but in the best way possible.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 2,328

Kihyun x Reader

Prompt: 12. Make your own prompt. - "You're the most beautiful gift I could have ever hoped for. A gift I want to keep forever. Will you allow me?" ------ I was thinking Christmas proposal/ engagement 🤭 ------ Gender neutral ------ With the one and only Yoo Kihyun 🤩 ------ Thank you and happy holidays! 

[A/n: I think I physically ascended when I first read this and pictured him saying it. And to whoever sent this ask, just know I love you and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season. This was absolutely self-indulgent for me. I hope it’s very indulgent for you too.]

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It was finally Christmas morning, and you couldn't be more excited as you opened your eyes. When you were a kid, you’d wake up at six am sharp, rushing over to the Christmas tree, hurrying your parents down the stairs to open presents. While the excitement faded a bit over the years, you still were excited to spend the whole day with Kihyun. Who, for the past seven Christmases, made you feel the joy of the holiday again. 

You throw the blanket down, ready to run down, until you notice Kihyun isn't beside you, ready to push you out of the way as he runs to the tree, too. Your heart sinks, worrying that he left without you, before the door opens, and in pops Kihyun. 

You sigh, full of relief, as he enters, “Don't worry, I didn't start unwrapping without you.” You smile as he walks in with a tray full of breakfast foods. He carefully walks, not wanting to spill anything. You hold your hands out and grab the tray after moving his blanket back so he can crawl back underneath them. With him all settled, he says, “This is my first Christmas gift to you.” You smile as you thank him and kiss his cheek as you settle the tray down over your legs. And see that he prepared everything just like how you liked it. 

Which was different than any of the Christmases before, so you ask, “Did you grow up having breakfast on Christmas?” He shrugs, “It depended if my parents woke up before my brother and I.” You nod, “Ah, I always woke up before mine, so I guess that’s why we never had it.” He laughs, “I can see that. You're usually up before I am. I had to sneak out of here when you rolled over.” You laugh, and he smiles, “I love you.” You blush, “Ever since you wanted to say I love you more easily, you’ve certainly worked on it. But I love you too.” He smiles, and you lean your head on his shoulder after eating another bite of waffles. 

You reiterate to him, “I mean it, you know? Every day that I wake up, and you’re beside me. I’m so thankful.” He kisses the top of your head, “I’m so grateful that I get to fall asleep beside you. I wish we always got to, like those married couples on TV.” You nod, not thinking much of the fact he specified them being married. “Me too, but I guess that’s the beauty of it. Even when they’re apart, they’re together.” He hums, and you move your head off his shoulder to finish your meal. 

When you've both finished eating, he moves the tray, and you follow him down the stairs excitedly. When he asks, “Do you want to start the dinner with me first, and then we open presents?” You pout, “You’re no fun.” He laughs, “But you love me anyway.” You grin, “Yeah. Let’s make it!” Even though it was different, you shrugged it off and happily went with it. You both moved away from the living room and into the kitchen. 

You pull out your cookbook and find the correct settings for the ham. And set the oven as he pulls it out and places it into the sink you cleaned the night before. He takes off the wrapping while you prepare the pan. You hold the bag out for him to put it in before dunking it with a sugary drink and adding brown sugar and fruits to the top. As you smother it, you ask, “Isn’t it kind of sacrilegious for you to eat ham?” He blinks at you before he realizes what you meant and bumps you with his hip. “No, two different animals.” You giggle, “I know, plus you’re more of a shark.” He smirks, “You know just what to say.” You grin and wash off your hands before tying the bag. You hear the buzzer ring, open the door, and put it into the oven as Kihyun washes his hands.

He starts cutting up veggies for the two of you to eat while you watch a Christmas movie, and you pull out a smaller cutting board to work alongside him. You make a small veggie tray for the two of you to snack on. Before heading to the living room, “So, Mr. Let’smakedinnerfirst. When are we going to open our presents?” He looks at the time before looking back at you, “Later.” You tilt your head, “Why?” He shrugs, and you realize he must have a big surprise waiting under the tree for you, or he wouldn’t be hesitant to open presents. 

In fact, this is the first time in seven years. He’s waited to open presents. You want to say something to that fact, but you hold back. Whatever the reason was, it was a good one. And you didn’t want to ruin your surprise by pestering him because you knew he’d probably blurt it out due to his nerves. You let it go and eat your veggies while watching ‘Arthur Christmas,’ “You know, this is probably the most plausible Santa Claus movie.” He agrees, and you both watch as the little girl finally gets her present after the hundreds of trials and tribulations it took to get to her house. Santa finally made it. He says as the movie ends, “I think that was the best role for the older brother to fit.” You agree, “I think it was perfect how everyone ended up.” He nods, and you both get up from your cuddled position to start prepping other things to eat alongside the ham. 

As you’re peeling an orange, he looks at the packaging and watches as you eat a slice, “Shouldn’t you not be eating these?” You tilt your head at him, and he goes, “Because you’re a cutie.” You laugh and tap his shoulder, “Ki!” He grins, “I’m right, you know.” You gasp as he steals the rest of your peeled orange and eats it. And you exclaim, “Kihyun!” He laughs before handing you another orange to peel. You push it back into his hands and cross your arms, and he shakes his head as he peels it for you, “Happier?” You grin as you snatch it before offering him a piece, which he gladly takes. “Now, we’ve both had one full one. And yeah, I’m happier now.” He smiles, “Good.” 

To avoid having loads of dishes later, you start doing the dishes now. As you scrub one, you feel his arms slide around you before pulling you against him. He links his hands around you and says, “I love you. I hope you know how happy you make me.” You look back at him, “I love you too. And you make me very happy, too.” You put another dish on the rack to dry, and he unlinks his arms, grabs a cloth to dry, and puts the clean dishes away. As he puts away the plates, he starts singing one of your favorite love songs. You hum softly along until he encourages you to sing with him. He pulls you away from the soapy sink and holds your hands as he serenades you. He waits for you to sing your lines before he continues along. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve heard his singing voice. It still sends shivers down your spine. You grin as the two of you sing in harmony. 

As he finishes the song with butterflies running amuck in your stomach, he asks, “If you could be with me forever, would you?” You take a second to process his question before answering, “Of course I would. But I’ve already told you that.” He grins, “I know, but I just like hearing you say it.” You shake your head and smile at him. And he places a kiss on your forehead before you both finish up the current dirty dishes. The oven rings after you’ve finished and you put away your cookbook. Kihyun pulls the ham out of the oven and opens the bag while you turn the stove on. 

And in no time, you’re eating Christmas dinner in front of the TV. Usually, you’d eat at the dining table, but because of the holiday and all the specials playing, you just had to eat in the living room. You both could clean up later if it gets dirty anyway. You watch ‘A Year Without A Santa Claus’ as you eat and giggle at the Miser Brothers' scenes, but find yourself sniffling at the “I believe in Santa Claus” song, and you turn to see Kihyun do the same thing. And you nuzzle closer to him, wary not to tip your plate. You finish your plate as the movie ends, and you both head back to the kitchen to clean up and throw trash away. It takes a while before you’re done and your hands are clean again. You head back to the living room, finding you both still have to open presents. You look over at Kihyun with pleading eyes and a pout, and he nods. 

“Can I put it on tape?” You blink at him, “Tape?” He shakes his head, “I meant- I mean, film it on my camera?” You shrug, “Yeah, it’ll be nice to look back on next Christmas.” He smiles, “Maybe even more than that.” You grin and agree. He sets up his phone to film you both opening your presents. You drag your present piles over to the couch in front of his phone, and you do your best to ignore the camera as Kihyun does so effortlessly. You shake off any nerves before diving right into your pile while he does the same. You received a gift from each of your friends and a few from Kihyun. You open your friends' gifts first and appreciate each gift before ripping open the next package. 

The pile of paper around you two becomes bigger and bigger as you open more and more presents. You look over to see Kihyun starting to open one of your presents. You smile as he opens the dark blue sweater you got him. He looks over at you as he puts it to his chest, “You got me the perfect shade of blue.” He winks at you as he takes his current sweater off before ripping off the price tag from the label and putting it on. He waits for you to open one of his, and you smile as you rip it open. And out falls a (f/c) cardigan, “I know you love wearing mine a lot, but I thought you should have one that went with more of your outfits.” You follow suit, ripping the tag off, and grin as you slip it over your long sleeve, “I love it.” You open your last two gifts from him and show him happily, and he shows you his.

You're looking through your pile to ensure you didn't miss anything. When Kihyun clears his throat, you don’t think much of it but still look over at him to watch him slip off the couch onto his knee. You ask, “You want help cleaning up?” Thinking that’s why he was getting off the couch and onto the floor. He shakes his head before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small box with a tiny bow on top of it. You whisper, “No way,” as you realize what he’s doing. You quickly move to sit properly and move all the wrapping paper and gifts off your lap. To truly perceive what’s going on. Now you know why he wants to film it other than his regular filming and photographing habits. He smiles as he watches you. When you finish, he’s moved a few things blocking his view. 

He opens the box and reveals a darling ring with your favorite stone in the middle. But what causes you to start crying is when he says, “You're the most beautiful gift I could have ever hoped for. A gift I want to keep forever. Will you allow me?” You move the sleeve of your new cardigan down over your right hand to wipe your eyes before answering, “Of course.” He slips the ring over your left finger as you continue your answer, “You’re the greatest gift I could have hoped for. When I said earlier, I would be with you forever if I could. I meant it. I love you so much. I won’t just allow you to. I want you to. And I want to be with you forever.” He smiles, and you grin as you get on the floor in front of him and pull him into your arms.

When you've gained some composure, you ask, “Is this why you wanted to wait to open presents?” He nods, “I wanted it to be perfect.” You shake your head, “Even if it was a messy proposal. As long as it was from you, it’d always be perfect.” He holds you tighter, and you feel tears hitting, dampening your layers of clothes. You move your head away from his shoulder to look him in the eyes, “I knew five months into dating you I wanted to marry you.” He sniffles as you wipe his tears. And he reaches up to do the same. You can’t help but grin at him, “I love you. Oh, how I love you.” He tells you proudly, “I love you with my whole heart.” before cupping your cheeks and bringing you into a passionate-filled kiss. 

When you are both back on the couch, you ask another question, “And is that why you wanted to film it so badly?” He nods, “Yeah, I wanted us to keep this moment forever.” You smile as you kiss his nose, “Me too. I'm glad you did. We should play it at our wedding.” He grins, “That's exactly what I was thinking.”

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Bad Decisions

⌦ Pairing: Prof!Changkyun (I.M) x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): Smut ⌦ Warning(s): swearing,, age gaps (changkyun's in his 30's readers in their 20's),, power dynamics,, exhibitionism (kinda),, nicknames (changkyun: sir,, professor,, reader: doll,, princess,, idk if slut constitutes itself as a nickname but its used,, ),, cream pies(pls be practice safe sex besties),, deep throating,, face fucking,, desk sex,, choking,, oral (m receiving),, Dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, spit eating (idk if thats what its called),, fingering,, humiliation,, ⌦ Word count: 2.66k ⌦ Summary: You're struggling in your history class, so naturally, you go to your professor for help. You weren't expecting to receive that type of help as well. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Hollywood Undead and Monsta X while writing this was an experience to say the least. I may or may not have written this for myself as well. Have y'all seen that tiktok of Changkyun pulling out of a parking spot w one hand? Twas truly beautiful. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on everything I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You cried as you looked at the exam grade displayed on your computer screen. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. D+, you had studied so hard; how could you have gotten such a bad grade? You sat at your desk with your knees to your chest, crying into them.

Your head flew up as you heard the door to your dorm room swing open, followed by your roommate's keys jingling as she walked in. She sat her bag on the floor beside her bed, oblivious to your crying until she took her headphones out of her ears.

"Oh my god, y/n, are you okay? What happened??" She asked, tossing her headphones onto her bed as she rushed over to you. You sniffled a bit, turning the laptop towards her with one hand while the other wiped away the tears that had taken residence on the tip of your chin.

"I got a D on my history exam," you said. It took everything in you not to scream with how upset you were; history was the only class you were struggling in. Which didn't make any sense to you, as you really liked history.

"What the hell? You studied so hard! You study more than I do!" Your roommate gasped, her brows furrowed in confusion and irritation as she too tried to wrap her head around how you could have done so poorly on an exam you worked so hard to prepare for. You sniffled once more, turning the laptop back to you and beginning to write your professor an email asking if he were free tomorrow during his office hours.

"I'm going to go talk to him tomorrow and see if there's anything I can do to get my grade up," you said, your voice slowly going back to normal rather than the shakey, upset voice you had when your roommate walked in on your crying session.

"That's a good idea. Mr. Im is a nice professor; I'm sure he would be more than willing to help you out." Your roommate said she hugged your side reassuringly before walking back to her side of the room.

Mr. Im replied to your email sooner than you had expected; he has always told students that as soon as 5 p.m. rolled around, any emails he had would be answered the following business day.

⌦ Mr Im:

ㅤY/N,

ㅤThank you for reaching out regarding your performance in class, my office hours are open all ㅤday.

ㅤThank you, Mr. Im.

You smiled as you read the email, looking back at your roommate, who had gotten comfortable on her bed. "He's free all day tomorrow; hopefully we can get something figured out."

"That's great; I'm sure he will work with you about your grade," she reassured once more.

You sighed shakily as you stood outside your professor's office. Rarely did you ask for help, so knowing that you were about to knock on Mr. Im's door to do exactly that made you nervous. After a couple deep breaths, you knocked on the door. You were worried that you'd knocked too softly until the door swung open, revealing your professor.

"Y/N, come in; it's good to see you." Mr. Im smiled, and you stood there in awe for a moment as you soaked in his smile. He was ethereal, and you felt as though you could stare at him all day if you could.

"Nice to see you too, Mr. Im," you stuttered, stepping into the room. It was neater than you had expected; every book on the shelf was in order from biggest to smallest, and the couch that sat against the wall looked untouched. His desk looked unused aside from the stack of papers on the left corner and a water bottle that sat next to his computer; the floor was spotless as well.

"What was it you wanted to talk about, y/n?" Changkyun asked, following you to his desk once he shut the door. You both took seats in the chairs opposite each other.

"I wanted to talk about my grade; it's not great," you said, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.

"I'm well aware that your grade isn't anything to brag about," he replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Right.." You said that, blushing a bit as you looked down.

"I suppose you're hoping I can help you fix that?" He asked, and his tone came off more condescending than he had meant it.

"Yeah, if you'd be so kind,"

"Well, if you paid better attention in my class, you might do better," he suggested. Your head snapped up at him as you looked at him with widened eyes. He smirked softly, beginning to speak as he stood up from his chair. "Don't act so surprised, y/n; I see how you stare at me during class; it's pretty obvious." He said, you hadn't noticed that he was standing right next to you until he gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"It makes me wonder what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said, running his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. His voice had gotten deeper—sexier even, if that were possible. Instinctively, you parted your lips as you kept your eyes trained on him. "You and I both know that you're capable of studying for my exams, so I'll cut you a deal; I'll fix your grade if you do something for me."

Your professor seemed more talkative than normal, but you assumed anyone would be if they were discussing "deals" with another person. It was your turn to speak now. Before you could, however, his thumb found itself inside your mouth, pressing itself down on your tongue. Changkyun stood still as he waited for an answer, looking down at you with lidded eyes. You nodded in response to his offer.

Changkyun only smiled at this as his free hand worked at his belt. You moved your eyes to his hand as your hands reached up to aid him in taking his belt off. He jerked your head up gently, forcing you to look back up at him. "Eyes on me, doll."

Undoing the clasp of his belt and the buttons of his pants without being able to look at them seemed to be somewhat of a struggle. But the reward behind the zipper was worth the struggle. Changkyun moved his hand from your chin to your head once you pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to spring out.

You broke eye contact with your professor long enough to glance at his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. You brought a hand to pump at the base, looking back up at him as you began pumping his cock with a steady pace. His breath hitched slightly when you let your tongue run against the pink tip of his cock.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this, princess," he breathed out as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. He gripped your hair roughly, forcing himself the rest of the way into your mouth. You did your best not to gag, though your efforts proved futile when the tip of his cock brushed against your throat.

The sound of your gag seemed to spark something within him as his hips began thrusting themselves into you and shoving his cock further down your throat. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes from how harshly he was thrusting into you. The lewd sounds of your gags mixed with his groans of pleasure and the saliva being churned in your mouth filled the room. You were surprised no one had heard you two yet.

Just when you were certain your professor was only going to abuse your throat, he pulled out of you, pulling you to stand. Immediately, you leaned in to kiss him, the both of you hungrily attacking each other's mouths. Your hands found their way to Changkyun's collar, tugging him closer as you sat on his desk. Your fingers worked to undo the buttons on his shirt while his worked at the buttons on your pants. You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking your roommate's advice on the skirt she suggested you wear.

You pushed Changkyun's shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, before aiding him in taking your pants off. His hand found itself resting against your heat as his thumb rubbed itself against your clothed clit. You whimpered at his soft teasing, bucking your hips against his hand.

"Patience, princess, I'll fill you up soon," he said against your lips, his fingers still teasing you through your panties.

"Yes, sir," you replied, whining when he pulled your panties aside to continue teasing your hole. "Just take them off," you begged, moving a hand down to push your panties off.

Changkyun chuckled at your impatience but obliged, pulling your panties off the rest of the way, his hand finding itself attached to your heat once more. "You're so wet already, doll," he commented, emphasizing his words by slipping his middle finger into your hole. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you pulled away from the kiss to let your head fall back.

You let your eyes close as your professor began to pump his finger in and out of your hole. You pulled your shirt off as Changkyun inserted another finger, the surprise causing you to drop your shirt onto his desk, letting yourself lean against your hand as his thumb rubbed itself against your clit once more.

"F-fuck, professor, please," you begged as your head fell back. His fingers felt like magic against the nerves between your thighs.

"Please what, princess? Use your words," he said, his free hand reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You were surprised at how well your professor did tasks with one hand that would have required a normal person to use two.

"Fuck me, please," you whined, your free hand gripping at his toned biceps. He smirked at your request, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving your hole empty momentarily as he reached into his wallet to grab a condom. Your head snapped up to look at him, and your hand flew up to stop him, looking at him pleadingly.

He looked at you with a confused expression, his confusion disappearing once you opened your mouth to say, "I know you want to fuck your cum into me just as much as I want you to."

You weren't sure where this new bout of confidence came from, but the look on your professor's face when you spoke went straight to your core. You could feel the slick beginning to run down your thighs as you bit your lip. He tossed the partially opened condom onto the floor along with his wallet before pulling you closer by your thighs.

"If you keep talking like that, kitten, I might have to take you home with me," he said as he took his cock in one hand, his other pushing your thigh up even more, causing you to lie on your back. You whimpered as Changkyun rubbed his cock against your folds, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, princess?" Changkyun began as he slowly thrust himself into you. It took all the strength you had not to let your head fall back so you could watch as your professor's cock disappeared into your hole before reappearing again once you'd had time to adjust to his size.

You bit your lip as Changkyun began speaking again, painting a more detailed picture in your head of what he was talking about. "You'd like it if I took you home and fucked you like the little slut you are," he said, letting his hand rest against your throat, squeezing just enough to feel good but not enough to cause any serious harm.

You nodded in response, letting your body fall back against the desk so you could use your hands to hold your thighs open. "Yes, sir, I'd like that very much." You whined.

Changkyun wasted no time as he snapped his hips into you at a rapid pace, leaning his body against yours so you were eye to eye. The way his body pinned you in place prevented you from arching your back while simultaneously forcing your legs to rest themselves against his shoulders, allowing him to pound deeper into your walls.

You couldn't help the loud moans that came out of your mouth as his tip brutally hit your sweet spot. His hand moved from your throat to slip his fingers into your mouth, muffling any noises that escaped your lips.

"Be quiet, princess; you don't want anyone to catch us now, do you?" He asked, and his question, along with the taste of your slick still on his fingers, caused a whimper to fall from your lips. You shook your head, and the sight of you tasting yourself on Changkyun's fingers caused his dick to twitch inside you.

Only when he thought you were capable of controlling your sounds did he remove his fingers from your mouth, this time gripping at your jaw just as he had done earlier.

"I bet you let all your professors slut you out like this, don't you?" He taunted, angling his hips so every thrust would push the head of his cock against the bundle of nerves that had you seeing stars each time it was hit. His hand keeping a firm grasp on your chin prevented you from shaking your head in protest; he took this opportunity to spit into your mouth to further humiliate you.

His words and the act of him spitting into your mouth went right to your core, and your walls began to contract around his cock.

"N-No sir! J-Just you—fuck, I'm so close," you moaned, digging your heels into his shoulder blades in attempts to pull him closer. You reached back to grip the edge of the desk, effectively pushing the ungraded papers onto the floor.

"Go ahead, princess, cum on my cock," he panted, feeling the knot in his stomach begin to tighten as well. He propped himself up on his hands to give himself more leverage, his thrusts going deeper and harder than they had been previously.

It took a few more harsh thrusts on his end before the coil in your stomach snapped and you were sent over the edge. Your hand clamped itself over your mouth to muffle the wanton moan that escaped your throat as you felt your hole flutter against his cock and your arousal slowly ran down Changkyun's cock. You were positive he would have a stain there afterwards.

The tight grip your walls used to hold Changkyun in was enough for him to fall over the edge, a soft whimper escaping his mouth as he finished. He thrust his cum back into you a few times as he rode out his orgasm, his thrusts coming to a full stop, and he caught his breath before pulling out. He watched as his cum dripped out of your hole and down the side of his desk.

"Here," Changkyun said, handing you a water bottle as he helped you sit up. You weren't sure when he'd walked away, but he had already cleaned himself and adjusted his pants. You winced as you sat up, taking the water bottle from him.

"Thank you," you said as you opened the bottle, taking a sip. You watched as Changkyun gently wiped you clean with a few tissues he had taken from the box that surprisingly didn't fall.

He tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can beside his desk before he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"I expect you to pick those papers up, and I was serious about taking you back to my place."

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O gatinho canção observa seu dono, Kihyun, sobreviver à censura de suas composições musicais.

[iibonniee]

Meet Your Match - Chapter 3

Paring: Kihyun x reader x Minhyuk

Genre: Angst

Warnings: angst, arguing

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5.8k

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Glancing down at her phone, she let out an irritated sigh. As much as she loved her husband and brother, they were enough to drive her crazy. Across from her sat Minhyuk, who seemed absorbed in what his phone offered him.

Her soft smile wasn’t noticed by her company. Minhyuk took another languid sip of his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass like a gentle chime. His eyes, a warm combination of curiosity and distraction, remained glued to the luminous screen of his phone, consuming the cascade of information with an almost reverent focus. Yet, amidst the silent symphony of scrolling and sipping, he felt the subtle shift in the air—the unspoken words hanging between them—prompting him to look up.

His gaze met hers, and Minhyuk’s lips parted into a soft smile in that brief exchange. It was a fleeting gesture but profound enough to stir an effervescent flurry in her stomach, her heart dancing to the rhythm of nervous anticipation. She wrestled with the sensation, pushing it away like an unwanted whisper in the wind.

Clearing her throat, she broke the silence that had settled between them. “Kihyun... he messaged me,” she said, her voice stronger than expected. The words were an anchor, drawing Minhyuk back from his sea of thoughts. “He’s... apologizing for his actions.”

A peculiar silence enveloped the room as Minhyuk’s smile waned, his expression clouded by the mention of Kihyun’s name. His reaction was not dramatic, yet the falter in his usual composure was as telling as a shout in a library. His fingers paused their rhythmic tapping on the screen; an internal conflict washed over him, leaving a residue of discomfort she could almost feel hanging in the air.

Despite the storm brewing behind his eyes, Minhyuk chose silence. He shifted his gaze back to his phone as if seeking refuge in its glow, but his focus was no longer there, scattered by the tempest of thoughts that Kihyun’s message had stirred within him. She watched him, seeing the mask of tranquility he tried to maintain, knowing well the signs of his inner turmoil. Yet she respected his choice, offering him the space to navigate his feelings, even as her emotions churned with unsaid words and unasked questions.

“Are you planning on going home then?” He finally spoke, his words cutting through the silence that had settled heavily between them. His eyes were now back on her, and Minhyuk placed his phone down on the table, an evident sign of his attention fully turning towards her. His head was tilted slightly, a subtle cue signifying his concern’s gravity.

“Not right away,” she replied, steadying her tone. Her hands rested on the table, her fingers absently tracing the contour of her own glass. Her instinct was to remain nonchalant, to display an aura of calm despite the quickening pulse she felt within her chest. “But if I stay out too much longer, Nari will notice I’m gone. She’s… picked up on me, and Kihyun’s fighting much more. I know it’s getting to her. I don’t want to cause her more strain than our arguments already throw at her.”

Minhyuk nodded, acknowledging her words with a faint, wistful smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The topic of Nari, her daughter, offered him a momentary diversion from the unrest brewing beneath the surface. But the question that genuinely gnawed at him refused to be pushed aside for long. “Does Kihyun know you’re here with me?” he asked, his voice holding a tinge of caution as if bracing for an answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear.

The question hung in the air, weighty and sincere. “Yes, he knows,” she responded after a moment, her voice a mix of pride and firm resolve. “I wouldn’t lie to my husband, even when things are tense.” She locked eyes with Minhyuk, conveying the depth of her conviction. “I love him, and when we married, we promised to always be honest with each other.”

The confession settled some of the tumult within Minhyuk, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. Yet, the mention of promises and love in marriage stirred an unfathomable emotion within him, leaving a bittersweet echo as a reminder of the complexities of their intertwined relationships.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Minhyuk asked her softly. She knew the look in his eye. She knew his relationship with her husband was a mix between strong and wavering. The on-and-off balance seemed to never want to fall on one end. Minhyuk had told her it was alright; it was like this: Kihyun was his best friend at the end of the day, and he respected their relationship. “I know your car is still at Hyungwon’s. I can’t imagine how pissed Kihyun would be if I let you take a cab home. Things… aren’t too great between us right now, either. I don’t think he was thrilled knowing you were with me, but if he cared about you enough, surely he would let this slide.”

Minhyuk’s offer, delivered in a tone gentle and laden with unspoken empathy, hung between them, both an olive branch and a veiled acknowledgment of the undercurrents in his relationship with Kihyun. The air was thick with unsaid words, and her mind couldn’t help but tread on the tender ground of curiosity, yearning to understand the fluctuating dynamics between the two men.

Yet, before she could voice her questions, Minhyuk subtly shifted the focus. He leaned back, a wry, almost resigned smile gracing his lips, betraying his intent to deflect further inquiry. “Let’s not worry about that now,” he said, a quiet undercurrent of finality lacing his words. “You’ve got enough on your plate.”

She hesitated, the taut string of her emotions fraying with each passing moment. The evident strain between Minhyuk and Kihyun pulled at her, adding weight to her already heavy heart. They were her family, yet they were cloaked in a mystery that seemed to grow deeper with every elusive glance and carefully chosen word.

Ultimately, it wasn’t the not knowing that convinced her, but the realization that Minhyuk offered a ride home and a sanctuary from the brewing storm. “Alright,” she agreed, her voice a soft concession borne of exhaustion and trust in Minhyuk’s caring nature. “Thank you, Minhyuk. I’d appreciate the ride.”

Minhyuk offered a slight nod, attempting to camouflage the relief that flickered in his eyes as he stood and moved to her side. The gesture was simple, a friend extending a helping hand, but it carried the weight of their shared history, the silent vows of protection and support that friends — that family — offered one another without a second thought. 

The ride to her home was a silent journey, an unspoken agreement to let the evening quiet envelop them both. Minhyuk’s hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road that unwound in the dim glow of the streetlights. She sat beside him, wrapped in her own thoughts, feeling the fabric of her evening fray into contemplation and concern.

They arrived at her residence, the familiar outline of her home - their home. The same beautiful house Kihyun had promised her the night they got married. Her heart hitched at the sight of Kihyun, her husband, standing outside, his figure backlit by the porch light. His stance was patient, a quiet sentinel awaiting her return.

“This is you,” he said, the softness in his voice betraying the strength he projected. Minhyuk pulled the car to a gentle stop, the engine’s purr dwindling to silence. With a cautious glance at Kihyun, Minhyuk hit the switch to unlock the doors. 

She reached for the door handle, fleeting gratitude brushing her lips as she murmured a subdued “Thank you” to Minhyuk. Stepping out of the car, she was immediately enveloped in the crisp night air, a prelude to the warmth she was about to face.

As she approached Kihyun, his expression shifted, a softening of features at the sight of his wife. It was an unguarded moment, a testament to their shared love that persisted through difficulties and strain. He pulled her into his embrace, and she melted into him, their troubles momentarily suspended in the cocoon of his arms. His lips found hers in a kiss that spoke of apology, forgiveness, and a promise to move forward together.

The door closed behind her, leaving Minhyuk alone after their departure. The silence that settled was abruptly punctuated by Kihyun’s piercing gaze. He had turned, offering Minhyuk a glance that was both a warning and a demand for understanding. It was the look of a man protecting what he layered with the complexity of friendship and the unspoken struggles only they knew.

Minhyuk acknowledged the unvoiced message with a nod, signaling respect and boundaries before Kihyun disappeared inside the home. As Minhyuk drove away, the night reclaimed its stillness, leaving him to navigate the roads and his thoughts, which were as twisted and intertwined as the streets that led him back into the loneliness of the city night.

The moment the door shut for the final time that night, Y/N turned to Kihyun, who let out a soft breath. His eyes didn’t meet hers, but she could tell by how his lips held a firm line that he was trying his hardest not to say something. His eyes finally flicked to her, his mouth holding a frown.

“Welcome home.” His voice quivered as he finally spoke, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. With a quick intake of breath, he straightened his posture, attempting to mask his vulnerability.

“Don’t, Kihyun. I’m not in the mood, so please don’t start,” she interjected sharply, sensing the tension thickening around them. She knew that pleading would only take her so far; her raw truth was bound to have consequences.

“Not in the mood?” he echoed, words laced with a sharp edge. Kihyun’s face darkened, the festering hurt bubbling to the surface as he stepped back, his embrace growing cold. “I’m left waiting, wondering if my wife will come home or spend her night confiding in my best friend and her brother — and I shouldn’t start?”

She felt the sting of his words, but her frustrations were brimming over, a tempest no less fierce than his own. “Yes, my brother,” she retorted, her voice raising in pitch, a blend of defiance and pain. “Because when I look for my husband, I find a man so entangled in his work that he can’t spare a glance for his own family!”

“You think I don’t see you? That I don’t care?” Kihyun’s voice cracked, his facade crumbling as his raw emotion spilled out. “I’m working for us — so we can have the life you deserve!”

“Deserve?” she spat back, her eyes flashing with an incendiary mix of sadness and anger. “I don’t deserve a husband so lost to his work that he becomes a stranger to me! I needed you, Kihyun. I needed my husband, not this distant... shadow that’s left in his place.”

Kihyun’s stance softened for a second, but she saw the realization, the understanding dawning on him. But it was quickly veiled by the resurgence of his defenses. Silence fell, a bitter cloak around their shoulders, and the depth of their struggle was evident in that pause. Two souls, intertwined by love and vows, were now caught in an emotional crossfire where pride and loneliness waged a relentless war.

“I don’t want an empty life filled with hollow successes and a home that feels like a waiting room,” she whispered, her words a serrated blade aimed at the heart of their issues. “I want us back, Kihyun, not this.”

“And you went to them?” Kihyun asked, voice hoarse from the struggle, a mix of accusation and hurt. He stepped towards her, a ghost of despair in his eyes.

“He’s my brother!” she reminded him fiercely. “And right now, he’s one of the few people who make me feel like I’m not alone in this — like I still matter!”

The room seemed to contract around them, the air thick with the weight of their shared sorrow, their love. What they once were falling apart around them.

Her fury rose, pain transforming into a forceful defense of her actions. “He is my blood, Kihyun! When I turn around and need someone, I find his support — not because I seek him out over you, but because he’s present and notices!” Her voice echoed through the room, fraught with her loneliness. “He’s the first person who notices when I’m down. That should be you, Kihyun! Not my brother. Not Minhyuk! You!”

Kihyun’s eyes flashed, a complex, dark glint revealing his internal struggle. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?” he shot back, his voice cold. “That’s why Hyungwon looks at me the way he does now, with resentment, because he sees the distance between us and blames me — as if I don’t know I’m losing you both!”

“You think you’re losing us?” she fired back, incredulous, her brows knitting together as she shook her head. “We were never yours to lose, Kihyun — not possessions to be pushed aside until they better fit your schedule!” She took a shaky breath, a bitter laugh leaving her lips. “You’d know that if you weren’t so worried about numbers and figuring out when you can properly fit a vacation in your schedule.”

A bitter laugh escapes his lips, laced with desperation and a touch of madness. “And running to Minhyuk every time there’s a problem, too,” Kihyun spits out, his words like deadly arrows aimed straight for the heart. His gaze is piercing, a cold fire burning in his eyes as he accuses with venom in his voice. “What’s with that?”

She knew what he was insinuating without him having to spell it out, and the insinuation tore through her. “So, what? You think there’s something untoward going on between me and your best friend?” As if struck, she recoiled her voice a quiet tremor of hurt and outrage. “You’re so full of it, Kihyun.”

Kihyun’s stance shifted, a visible recoiling of his own, the accusation and doubts clashing tumultuously. “No,” he said, but the conviction was absent, replaced by a hollow, defeated tone, “I don’t know. I just... I don’t see. I don’t see anything anymore.”

“You’re right,” she said, her voice low, leveling her gaze at him. “You don’t see. You don’t see Nari’s longing for her daddy’s attention, for the man who promised her moons and stars but only delivers empty minutes. You don’t see that you’re not the center of my universe because you’ve chosen another galaxy to inhabit — your work.”

Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and sadness. “It’s not fair for me to carry the weight of her expectations while dealing with my heartache. You promised us, but now you’re saying that other things are more important than our life together.” She looked at him with tears in her eyes, torn between her feelings and the reality of their situation. “Kihyun, the day I married you, you promised me you’d go out of your way to get me the universe! Where is that?! If I knew that you’d be so lost in your work not even two years after being married, I would have said no.”

Kihyun’s jaw clenched, a vein throbbing in his neck as he battled emotions. “The universe?” he echoed, the words torn from somewhere deep, raw, and edged with fierce desperation. “You think I’ve forgotten? Every day, I wake up with the burden of that promise, knowing that I’m failing you, failing Nari. I’m trying to do right by us. Trying to have us not live the life we did as kids!”

His hands balled into fists at his sides, and she could almost see the walls he had built around himself as if to contain the tempest within. “Do you know how that feels? To toil and strain, to give every ounce of your being, and still fall short?”

Her expression softened momentarily, the anger giving way to the profound sorrow of seeing him so tormented. But the damage had been done, the dark whispers of doubt and fear sharpening her words again. “I never asked for the universe, Kihyun! Just a sliver of your time, your presence. That was my universe.”

“And I’m failing at that, too!” Kihyun’s voice cracked, and his soul laid bare. “But I’m trying, damn it! Can’t you see that? Everything I do, I do for you, for Nari. For our future.”

“The future is now,” she shot back, her voice heavy with the gravity of their present. “Nari is growing up now. I am living now. Our marriage is withering now. What future are you working for if it costs us our now?”

His face twisted with a heartbreaking conflict as if her words were arrows and he had no shield. “I thought it would be enough to build something lasting, something monumental. I could turn around, and there would be time to compensate for the lost moments.”

His breath shuddered, his eyes shimmering with a sheen of unshed tears. “But the sacrifice… it’s too much, isn’t it? I’ve sacrificed the wrong things.”

Their shared pain seemed to bridge the chasm between them for a heartbeat, a mournful realization of the missteps that had led them here. But the chasm was too wide, the damage too deep. The universe he had tried to deliver was collapsing, and their love struggled to survive amid the fallout. In that tumultuous space, amongst their anguished admissions, lay the true heart of their agony: the knowledge that love might not be enough to navigate through the void left by broken promises and shattered trust.

“And what of the life we have now?” she countered, her voice rising to match the pitch of her despair. “The one falling apart at the seams?”

In that heated moment, Kihyun glanced up, suddenly catching sight of a small figure on the stairway. Their daughter, Nari, stood transfixed by the scene unfolding before her. The innocence in her wide, tearful eyes struck him like a physical blow, and instantly, the defensive walls he built began to crumble as he watched as she held her stuffed rabbit close.

“Nari,” he breathed, his voice barely a thread as it reflected a new depth of his anguish.

At his exclamation, Y/N’s gaze swiftly turned to her daughter, the immediate shock freezing her in place. Nari’s eyes met hers for a heart-wrenching moment before the girl turned abruptly, a sob breaking from her as she fled back up the stairs.

Panic and parental guilt overtook the couple’s prior acrimony. They exchanged a look of shared horror, understanding that they had allowed their personal tempest to spill over onto their most precious.

Without another word, they followed in Nari’s wake, their own conflict now secondary to the need to console their child. The two of them raced up the stairs, the sound of their footsteps a stark, urgent drumming against the silence that had fallen after Nari's escape.

Reaching the top, they paused at the entrance to her room, each catching their breath from the exertion and the dire need to repair the inadvertent hurt they’d caused. Y/N’s hand hovered over the doorknob, her eyes meeting Kihyun’s — both slick with a film of regret.

She pushed the door open gently, the sight of Nari curled up on her bed, her small frame shaking with sobs, piercing their hearts like a dagger. The room, usually a sanctuary of laughter, now held a heavy air of something lost, something broken.

“Nari, baby,” Kihyun said, stepping forward, his voice strained yet tender as he reached for their daughter. But Nari recoiled, burrowing deeper into her pillows and stuffed animals fortress, her tear-streaked face turned away.

Y/N moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. She smoothed back Nari’s hair, whispering soothing words. “Honey, we’re so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen that or heard any of it.”

Nari’s cries began to subside, her parents’ presence a balm to her fright and confusion. Kihyun knelt beside the bed, his heart aching with the echo of each of Nari’s sniffles. “Your mom and I, we... we love you so much. More than anything in this, or any universe.” 

The moment was delicately poised; the air seemed to hold its breath. Y/N reached out, intertwining her fingers with Kihyun’s, a silent act of solidarity in their shared purpose. She offered a wobbly smile to Nari, the gentle humor behind it a frail attempt to dispel the shadows.

“Look at us, sweetheart,” she said softly, the tremble in her tone belying her calm exterior. “We’re a bit of a mess, aren’t we?”

“Are you... are you going to get a divorce?” The question was a whisper but boomed like thunder in the room’s stillness. Nari sniffled, a faint hiccup breaking through as her gaze shifted between her parents, perhaps searching for the stability that had seemed so shaken.

Kihyun’s hand tightened around Y/N’s, grounding them both. “Oh, Nari,” he murmured, his voice a brush of sound, “No, that’s not what we want. We were just... We need to work through things, but we’re still a team. Your mom and I, we’re going to fix this. I love your mother very much. I even vowed to her the day we got married to cherish her through everything. Your old father… he’s made some mistakes. But I’m going to fix that.”

His eyes, dark and earnest, met Y/N’s, seeking unspoken forgiveness for the shared hurt they had caused their daughter. Y/N nodded, silently echoing his promise.

“Sometimes adults get upset, and we say things we don’t mean,” Y/N explained, her voice laced with sorrow for the innocence that had been momentarily blemished. “But we love you, and that love? It’s stronger than any argument or any problem. We just forgot for a little moment, that’s all.”

Nari hiccuped again, her eyes brimming with hope and lingering uncertainty. “Promise?” The single word was laden with the weight of a child’s entire world.

“We promise,” Kihyun and Y/N said in unison, their voices melding into a singular balm for Nari’s heart.

“Nari,” Y/N spoke up, her heart slightly heavy as she rubbed her daughter’s back, “Where did you hear that? That word shouldn’t be something you know.”

Nari’s little body stilled within the encircling fortress of her parents’ arms. She pulled back slightly, a brave face attempting to overshadow her quivering lip. With a tiny hand, she swept at the tears that triumphed over her lashes, an earnest effort to appear composed.

“I... I heard Lia talking about it,” Nari sniffled, the name of her close friend surfacing among the remnants of her tears. “Her parents argue a lot, too. She said they were getting a divorce, meaning she might have to move away.” Nari’s next breath shuddered. “And I got scared because what if—”

Y/N shared a heavy glance with Kihyun; the unspoken fear that their domestic storms might uproot their daughter’s sense of safety was now painfully spoken aloud. She pulled Nari close once again, cradling her daughter’s face in the warm sanctuary of her palms.

“Oh, honey,” Y/N murmured, her voice threaded with care and subtle strength. “What’s happening with Lia’s family — it’s sad, and it’s okay to be scared. But every family has their own story, and ours is different.”

Kihyun nodded, firm in his conviction, adding, “Just like Lia is your good friend, your mom and I are the best friends, too. And even though we argue sometimes, we always find our way back to each other. We will find our way through this. Together.”

Tiny fingers clung to Y/N’s sleeves, Nari’s wide eyes lifted towards her, a flicker of hope reigniting within their depths. “So... we’re not like Lia’s family?” she asked, seeking assurance more than anything else.

“No, baby, we’re not,” Y/N affirmed, her voice quiet but resolute. “We love each other too much, and we love you even more.” She exchanged a glance with Kihyun, whose presence was a silent oath to the truth in her words. “We have our challenges, but we’ll face them as a family and overcome them as one.”

The subtle wisdom in their words seemed to settle over the room. While the shadows of doubt might take time to dispel entirely, the love within their familial embrace was a testament to their commitment. This promise held more weight than any uncertainty could shake.

Nari’s eyes, still glistening from the remnants of her tears, searched Kihyun’s, seeking the comfort of words and the assurance of action. “Does this mean you’ll be home more?” she asked with a hopeful lilt, a hint of yearning betraying her wishful thinking. “I miss it when you’re home. When you tell me bedtime stories, when we eat dinner together... when we make pancakes on Sunday mornings.”

Kihyun felt the sting of her words; they were an innocent recounting of his absences, a tally of the small moments that made up a young life in which he had been a spectator more often than he preferred. “I miss that too, Nari, very much.”

He reached out, brushing away a stray tear with a thumb, his heart tightening at her soft vulnerability. “I know I’ve been away a lot. Work has kept me busy, but that’s no excuse. You’re my little girl, my star, and I want to be there for all those moments. I promise I’ll be there. For the stories, dinners, pancake mornings... For everything.”

Y/N watched the exchange, the healing words spoken by Kihyun weaving into the very fabric of their small family. She felt a warm glow inside her chest—a mix of love and tentative optimism. “And I’ll help make sure he sticks to that promise,” she added with a playful wink at Kihyun, eliciting a sniffled giggle from Nari.

In a movement brimming with tenderness, Kihyun scooped Nari into his arms, lifting her like the lightest feather. “How about I start tonight? We can pick out a book, and I’ll read until your eyes are heavy with sleep.”

Nari’s smile was a sunrise, brightening the dimmed room, her earlier fears dissipating like mist in the warmth of her father’s pledge and her mother’s love. “And tomorrow,” she said, excitement lacing her words, “can we make pancakes?”

“We can make enough pancakes to feed an army,” Kihyun laughed, the sound rich and full of life’s promise.

Y/N, a silent observer to the exchange, felt something stir within her — a cautious hope that perhaps they could turn a new leaf, one where the family came before all else. She gave her daughter a soft squeeze, her silent promise to ensure Kihyun kept his word.

Kihyun’s gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment longer, acknowledging her unspoken words before he turned his attention to Nari. “Let’s find that storybook, shall we?” he said, and Nari bobbed her head, her chestnut hair bouncing with the movement.

With Kihyun and Nari nestled under the duvet, their heads close together as they flipped through her favorite fairy tale pages, Y/N quietly exited the room. She made her way through the dimly lit hallway, allowing herself a moment to gather her thoughts and brave the swell of emotions that had threatened to engulf her throughout the day. She took deep breaths, steadying herself for the discussion she knew was yet to come.

Minutes slipped by, filled with the low, melodic cadence of Kihyun’s storytelling from the other room. Nari’s light and free laughter floated through the walls, a testament to a father’s love and the healing powers of time spent together.

Finally, the gentle creak of the bedroom door announced Kihyun’s return. He found Y/N seated on their bed, her silhouette framed by the soft lamplight. The air between them was thick, full with things unsaid and deeds yet undone.

“Her laughter—it’s the best sound,” Kihyun started, but Y/N cut him off, her voice firm but weary.

“Kihyun, you made promises tonight. To Nari, to me. Promises I expect you to keep.” Y/N’s eyes held a storm of emotions, a testament to the battles she’d been silently waging. “I’m struggling, Kihyun. Struggling to keep up this facade that everything is fine for Nari’s sake, and you... you’re pulling away when we need you most.”

The room, draped in shadows and the soft luminescence of the bedside lamp, seemed to shrink with the tension that those words carried. Kihyun stood there, the joy of Nari’s laughter from moments ago now replaced by a tightness in his chest. His love for Y/N was unwavering, but the fear of losing her — of losing this family he cherished — clawed at him, demanding to be confronted.

“I’m not pulling away,” he said, the edge in his voice betraying his defensiveness. “I’m trying, damn it, I’m trying. You think I don’t know how hard this has been on you?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, her composure fraying. “Trying isn’t enough! You have to be here, really be here with us, not just going through the motions. I feel alone in this, Kihyun,” her admission was soft-spoken yet held a weight that filled the entire space between them. “Your job has taken priority over us. I missed the man who would rather cut his day short to be with me. To spend time with me while our baby was still in my belly. I miss the partner who would prioritize our family over work. Kihyun, I need you.”

Silence fell upon the room as the words hung in the air, each syllable inflicting hurt. For a heartbeat, Kihyun was at a loss; the prospect of his wife’s loneliness — seeded by his own shortcomings — left him feeling both mad and worried. He was Mad at himself for letting it get this far and genuinely concerned that he could lose her if he didn’t make real changes.

Finally, Kihyun closed the distance between them. He reached for Y/N’s hands, taking them into his own as a gesture of reconciliation. “I... I can’t bear the thought of being without you, without Nari. I’ve been so caught up in making a living I forgot to make a life with you both.”

Tears shimmered in Y/N’s eyes, a mix of frustration and the first twinges of hope. “Kihyun, I don’t want to walk this path without you, but I can’t do it alone. We’re supposed to be partners.”

His voice broke as he pulled her into a hug, the kind that sought to mend what had frayed at the edges. “No more excuses,” he whispered.

Kihyun’s barely audible whisper was heavy with the gravity of his understanding. The silent tremors of his body against hers communicated more than words ever could — the depth of his regret and his promise’s earnestness.

Y/N’s arms hesitantly wrapped around him, her touch tentative as if she feared that too firm a grip might shatter the fragile moment. Her voice was a ghost of sound, almost lost in the canvas of night. “I believe that you want to change, Kihyun, I do. But it has to be more than just a promise. Actions, not just words.”

He could feel the resolve in her voice, the unyielding intent of a woman who had weathered storms and stood her ground. Kihyun pulled back slightly, just enough to search her eyes, which were pools reflecting his commitment to reformation. “I know that, Y/N. And you’re right. You and Nari deserve better from me, and I’ll give you nothing less. I’ll make it my priority.”

Y/N released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d held, her heart wanting fiercely to lean into the hope that spread beneath her ribs like the first blush of dawn. But part of her guarded that hope shielded it with a caveat born of past disappointments.

“You have to, Kihyun,” she said, her words a quiet ultimatum laced with the last strands of her patience. “I can’t... I won’t keep picking up the pieces on my own. If we’re thrown aside again — if I’m thrown aside — I can’t stay. Not like this.”

Kihyun felt the sting of her words, an ache that threatened to constrict his throat. The envisioned future — a bleak landscape devoid of her and Nari’s smiles — propelled him into fervency. “I understand. I do. That won’t happen. I’ll put you both first. I’ll be the husband and the father you both need.” With a gentle smile, Kihyun whispered words that echoed with sincerity, “Together, we will weather any storm.”

He wiped away any stray tears that fell from her face, his face now full of love. She knew his walls had crumbled the moment Nari caught their ugly argument. She had hoped for their daughters sake those walls would remain down for as long as they were alive.

“Why don’t you get ready for bed. I’ll shoot a quick message to everyone and cancel all my meetings tomorrow so we can have a nice day out. Maybe we can head to Jeju for the day. Whatever you and Nari want to do, I’ll make it happen.”

Y/N felt a flicker of surprise and guarded elation at his words, her heart daring to hope that things might actually be different this time. His eyes, open and earnest, were windows to the vulnerability he rarely showed anymore. His determination to prioritize their family was not just a temporary dam against the flood of emotions but a foundational change in the architecture of his priorities.

“Jeju sounds wonderful,” Y/N nodded, her voice soft but carrying an undercurrent of cautious optimism. The idea of a family outing was like a tentative step on a new path, their own winding road toward healing.

Kihyun reached for his phone, moving with purpose, his thumbs flying across the screen as he sent the necessary messages to clear his schedule — a tangible first step that Y/N witnessed. This small yet significant olive branch signaled his commitment to their future.

Their eyes met again, and the air hummed with the quiet but fervent promise of new beginnings. As Kihyun’s lips upturned into a hopeful smile, Y/N allowed herself a moment of reprieve from the guarded walls she had built around her heart.

“It’s a new day tomorrow for all of us,” he said, embracing the dual promise of daylight and the laughter of the ones he loved most. Kihyun nodded, his heart lighter with every canceled meeting, a symbolic shedding of the weights that had previously shackled him to a life out of balance. 

“I’ll go get ready for bed,” she murmured, lifting her gaze to his just once more before retreating to the sanctity of their bedroom. Her eyes caught a glimpse of his screen, which showed Minhyuk’s name. Her heart skipped a beat, and a mix of curiosity and uncertainty washed over her. She could only hope his message was an apology. 

After all, Minhyuk was his best friend.

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❤️‍🔥Caramel Kisses❤️‍🔥 Hyungwon

Tag: Hyungwon x OC Aria, teasing and some sexy banter, food play and raw bath tub sex 😋

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"Open your mouth."

Aria's sultry voice echoes softly in the dimly lit bathroom and steam swirled around their bodies nestled from the waist down in suds.

"Open my mouth, please?" Hyungwon perks his brow and Aria narrows her gaze.

"I wasn't asking.." she responds and Hyungwon chuckles darkly as his eyes fell from her adorably frustrated expression to the glistening melanin that dripped in bubbles and sweat.

A flame flickers in his hooded gaze as she straddled him, her wide hips encapsulating his lithe form beneath her in the steamy bath water.

Her body was something that most men only dreamed of witnessing up close. Superior genetics could be the only explanation for how someone with such a small waist could possess such hips, ass, and thick thighs.

Her breasts were the perfect size as well, hanging naturally and sexily with symmetrically round brown nipples that hardened inches from his face.

"Oh? So we're being difficult tonight, I see..." he chuffs and Aria shrugs one shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now do you want this?" She deflects and waves the scorched sugar coated fingers in front of Hyungwon but his eyes don't follow them.

They remain on her face with heat that rivaled the several tiny flames glimmering deep in his dark irises.

"Or not..." she adds and Hyungwon leans back into the slope of the tub, allowing the water to creep over his abs. Looking her up and down, his tongue glides over his top lip slowly.

"You know what the fuck I want....."

The subtle jolt of arousal between Aria's legs at the way that little dirty word rolled from Hyungwon's pretty lips has her clenching and its as if Hyungwon could feel her body needing him as much as he needed her.

The small peaks of bubbles parted as he dipped his hands from her waist to sink below the water.

"Stop playing with me, Baby...I didn't come all this way for sweets..." He rasps.

Hyungwon tilts his head to watch his hands slosh and coast over her supple skin through the sparkling ripples, marveling at the contrast between their differing complexions.

As deep and as rich as the caramel lingering on his tongue against his creamy fairness.

His obsession, beyond her pigment, but the feeling. The soft and smoothness. Not a flaw to be felt but even if there was, Hyungwon would embrace it as perfection.

He loved the way no matter how hard he squeezed her, barely a mark was left. Which only challenged him to try harder. Like now.

He kneads her flesh like a baker kneads his dough and bites his lip at how much of her filled his large hands with every not so gentle squeeze.

A hand at his throat distracts him from her body suddenly, replacing it with her sultry and stern expression.

Aria smirks.

"You'll get more than sweets if you do what I say...."

Hyungwon found her attempts at asserting her dominance cute most times. Thats just the type of women she was and he wouldn't change her. But when his dick was hard and lodged in the space between her pillow soft lips and his tummy, his naturally dominant nature strained to push through.

Speaking of push....

Hyungwon's gaze drops to where their bodies met, admiring the way her puffy pink bud swelled beyond her seam.

Her pussy was so beautiful to him. A Neapolitan contrast of decadent brown and the most vibrant shade of pink he'd ever seen. It was no wonder why he had such a sweet tooth.

Hyungwon's lips part just enough for him to inhale shakily as he pushed her body towards him, forcing her pelvis down and the face of her heat flush against the underside of his dick.

It draws a line up his length, making both of them gasp in unison from the friction. More so a breathy moan from Aria, who had been neglecting the ache down there since mounting him.

"Shit.." she hisses between her teeth and Hyungwon smiles up at her sexily with triumph.

"You were saying?" He perks his brow.

Along with his teasing tone, Hyungwon continues slowly coaxing her to grind against him and his eyes lock on the little waves their motion creates in the water.

After a few seconds, Aria scowls down at him and places her palm between his pecs to prevent him from moving her any higher. Although he was much stronger than her, Hyungwon resists.

"Eyes up here." She commands and he only obeys because her face was probably his favorite place for his eyes to settle next to her pussy.

He waits patiently for her to dip her fingers back into the little jar set on the ledge of the tub. His swollen upper lip spreads into a smile much sweeter than the melted caramel dripping over her knuckles.

"Now open..." she purrs and with his eyes locked with hers, Hyungwon opens his mouth just barely and Aria smears the dollop of caramel over his bottom lip.

His tongue chased her finger tip as it swiped over the small mess she made of his mouth and Aria giggles as she brought it to her mouth suck any remnants away.

Such a tease.

"Hmm...More." Hyungwon says after he'd licked it all from his lips, sounding primal and impatient for something other than her fingers. Aria smirks around the two fingers caught between her lips.

"More..please?" She mimics his chastising tone from before and Hyungwon rolls his eyes.

She'd cut her hair recently, and the long straight hair from before had been replaced by a newly grown crop of curls that spiraled all around her face.

When they were wet, they hung loose and shined against the candlelight in a way that Hyungwon couldnt resist running his hands through.

He leans up just enough to toy with a coil between his fingers, pulling it gently to revel in the satisfaction of watching it spring back into place.

His hand ventures further and as he did, Aria leans into his touch and her almond eyes flutter at the feeling of his fingers against her scalp. This was a level of intimacy he craved the way one would crave the caramel lingering on his tongue.

“See? You don’t have to act like all tough with me, gorgeous. I see you…” Hyungwon purrs with his long fingers still weaving through her sodden curls.

Her soft almond shaped eyes always drew him in and the high bridge of her rounded nose was criminally adorable to him.

And then her lips, the ones he planned to bite the exact way she bit them now.

It had taken some persuasion over time to convince Aria to stay with him tonight. She wasn't the type of woman to tie down and as much she enjoyed her time with Hyungwon, it was more exciting for her to always leave him wanting rather than giving in.

But Hyungwon was a patient man.

"Im not acting. Now open..." she opts to say and Hyungwon complies. His mirrored smirk still plays on his lips as they part for her just enough for her caramel coated fingers to press against his tongue.

His taste buds ignite at the taste of her skin more than the warm confection spreading over his tongue. Lips like pillows wrap around the digits and suck shamelessly as he hummed in approval from deep in his throat as he swallows.

"Mmmmhm.." he growls and the slickness between her thighs mixed naughtily with the water between them and she can feel a pulse where Hyungwon's erection pressed against her heat.

"More." He demands softly and she smirks before leaning in to kiss him. Though he probably meant more of the caramel from the jar sitting in the candle warmer, Hyungwon takes no issue in tasting his lover's tongue. She rolls it against his as well as her hips, rocking her center against his sinuously.

The pads of his fingers dig into her flesh and he earns a startled yelp against his lips that grants him access to deepen the kiss with the tilt of his head.

Water sways higher towards the tubs edge the more Hyungwon rocked her body against his, sliding the girth of his shaft against her pussy at a steady rhythm.

Her clit sings with sensation the more he rubbed himself against her and she calls his name breathily against his tongue.

Until finally, the tip of his dick pushes straight through her entrance and fills her in every way she needed.

Aria pulls back to bask in his welcomed intrusion, her bottom lip scraping between her teeth as he filled her to the hilt. A grunt that was too sexy to be fair juts from Hyungwon's chest and his head falls back to relish in the warmth and tightness that embraced him between her thighs.

She was so perfect for him.

Despite what she thought before.

Despite her denying their attraction.

Despite her resisting the inevitable spark that ignited whenever the two were alone.

They might not ever be together on any official terms.

But she was his and Hyungwon would take his sweet time in unraveling every barrier she held between them. Starting with this.

"Say it..." He rasps against her mouth, steadying his grip on her writhing hips.

He moves beneath her slowly at first, flexing upward and rolling into her. She meets him half way every time and the water surrounding them threatened to overflow onto the bathroom floor.

Not that it mattered.

They were both too deep in the ocean of each others gazes to care about the mess.

"'Mmm..." Aria exhales but shakes her head as she ground against him. Hyungwon could tell that she was resisting. From the way she tried to control his rhythm and how deep he could reach, to how her jaw clenched from holding in the sounds she really wanted to make.

He doesn't respond to her defiance with words but only with his body. The hands at her waist lift from the water and press flat against her back, forcing her chest to press firmly against his, and she yelps at the feeling of him slipping deeper than before.

The water was now splashing carelessly onto the floor, extinguishing some of the candles as Hyungwon upped his ante.

Aria has little range of motion and her only choice is to cling to Hyungwon's sculpted shoulders as he fucks her deep and intimately with his lips teasing the skin of her diamond studded earlobe.

Her entire body tingles with pleasure and excitement as the dominance she fought against took over.

"Say it baby...." His rough and deep voice fills her mind, all while driving himself into her over and over. Her moans and water spilled over endlessly and all it takes is for Hyungwon hit her square on her deepest place for her to finally let go.

"Fuck....Hyungwon..Yes...Hyungwon...Baby...." She whimpers as she came, and her walls squeeze him disrespectfully tight. He stalls for a moment to keep himself from cumming, groaning pitifully with his eyes screwed shut. He turns his head to lean into hers, steadily adorning her throat with open mouth kisses that seemed to merely serve as a distraction for himself.

His dick pulse to the beat of Aria’s galloping heart, her warmth hugging him tight. It wouldnt take much.

One move snd he would succumb to the inevitable. But he manages to delay his release in favor of talking Aria down from hers.

"So fucking beautiful.." he murmurs against her wet skin, dragging his lips from her throat to her cheek before planting the softest kiss there.

His breathing deepens and his hold on her wet body goes slack, but he continues to stroke her, slowly now to allow her to come down from her high.

Only to go right back to pounding into her sensslessly. Her orgasm loosened her body up just enough for the ride to be seamless and he touches her in places even she never reached.

It didnt matter to Hyungwon if he came. That wasnt what he craved most when he was near her. It was only her pleasure he sought.

Feeling her surrounding him in every way possible.

Hearing her voice, whether its to chastise or praise him.

Tasting her, never mattering if it would be her fingers in his mouth or her sex. He needed it all.

He needed her.

Just as much as she'd never admit how much she needed him too.

So as the steam in the bathroom cleared..

The bubbly suds dissipated..

And the water cooled to lukewarm..

Neither of them cared to move an inch as long as they were connected , chasing infinity..