#monsta x fic

[monsta-x-jagi]

Crown and Chrome

Summary: Kihyun disappeared from your life just as quickly as rode into it. You fell for him, hard, and he left you to put yourself back together after him. And you tried. But what will you do when he comes back into your life and into your company?

Characters: biker!Kihyun, CEO!reader

Total word count: 29.5k

COMPLETED

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

[jae-bummer]

My Hospital Bed or Yours?

Prompt: I feel like this could fit him really well - Changkyun and #15

Prompt:

15) You hurt yourself and your bias is in the hospital bed adjacent.

Prompt list can be found HERE.

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Hospital setting. Mentions of fractures/appendicitis.

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"Appendicitis," you muttered. "You're telling me it's appendicitis?"

"Unfortunately," your doctor sighed, tapping the side of your hospital bed.

"Well, I don't want it to be appendicitis," you grumbled, crossing your arms, only to cringe in pain from the movement.

"I certainly didn't want that either," the doctor chuckled. "But unfortunately, this is what it is."

"Sooo what's the next steps?"

"We'll have you stay the night and get you ready for surgery tomorrow morning," he nodded.

"Can't you just give me some antibiotics and I can go home?" you groaned.

"Not if you want to be back here in 6-8 weeks to try again."

You leaned your head back on the pillow and whined. "I don't like the hospital."

"I won't take that personally," the doctor chuckled. "I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

With that, your doctor sidestepped around the side of your privacy curtain and began talking to the patient who was in the room with you.

"How are we feeling today, Mr. Im?"

"Same as yesterday," a deep voice croaked. "My butt is numb and my leg is itchy."

"Would it be helpful if the nurse brought you a few more pillows to make yourself a bit more comfortable?"

"Comfort is an illusion here," he muttered bitterly. "I would however like my pudding cup at your earliest convenience."

The doctor let out a surprised laugh. "I'll have someone get right on that."

You heard the physician's steps exit the room and begin to retreat down the hallway. After a moment of silence, the voice on the other side of the curtain cleared its throat. "So, what are you in here for?"

"Appendicitis," you said weakly, but you guessed he had probably already heard that bit. "You?"

"Leg fracture," he sighed. "I'm currently in traction."

"In traction?"

"You know, where they put your leg into a tiny hammock and make it stay there for the rest of eternity?"

"Traction," you repeated. "Got it."

The silence lulled on for another moment. "Whatcha wearing?"

"I'm sorry?" you gasped, hardly believing your ears.

"Don't sound so scandalized," he laughed. "My vote is your hospital gown matches mine. Is it hideous?"

You looked down, furrowing your brow. "I mean...it's not the first thing I would pick to wear."

"Push the curtain back. Let's compare," he said. You could tell from the sudden fluttery motion of the fabric between you that he was attempting to grab at it with his fingertips.

You chewed on your lip, trying to decide if this was a good idea or not. You could just ignore the stranger, whoever he was. Surely he would stop trying to talk to you after some point. Then again, you would be stuck in a room with him for the next day or two. If you decided to stay silent, how awkward could things get?

"I'll make it worth your while," he tried again. "Half of this pudding cup could be yours."

"Fuck it," you thought before narrowing your eyes and focusing on the small pull stick that controlled the curtain. Trying to move as slowly and comfortably as possibly, you grabbed it and pushed it as hard as you could toward the opposite end of the curtain track.

The burst of movement maybe moved the fabric only four feet or so, but it was enough to expose your roommate.

You were shocked by the man you had uncovered. He was smirking mischievously at you, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes. His hair was black, long, and disheveled, but it suited him. His tan skin had no pallor to it, which was a surprise considering he had been stuck in the hospital room since who knows when.

"Well hello to you too," he grinned, watching you as you took him in.

"Sorry," you squeaked, shaking your head. "I just...I... you weren't what I was expecting. That's all."

"Midsize, dark, and handsome?"

"I...well...midsize?" you fumbled.

"Yeah, I'm nowhere near "conventionally tall" so don't get your hopes up whenever they let me out of this hospital bed," he chuckled. "The adage of "tall, dark, and handsome" didn't quite work."

"Got it," you said quietly, your eyes still roaming his face.

"I'm Changkyun, if you were wondering. And my hypothesis has been confirmed," he nodded. "We are in matching hospital gowns. I've got to tell you, washed out mint is really your color."

"Thanks?" you pushed out. Was this guy for real? "I'm Y/N."

You allowed yourself to finally look away from him and face forward. Taking a deep breath of air through your nose, you slowly blew it from your mouth.

"I was eavesdropping and heard you have surgery tomorrow," Changkyun offered. "That's a bummer."

"Yeah," you said shortly, closing your eyes. You didn't want to even recognize that you were stuck in a hospital bed right now, let alone going in for a procedure.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Sorry if I'm making things worse. I can shut up."

"Please," you said quietly. "And thank you."

After several beats of silence, he cleared his throat again. "It's okay to be scared."

"I'm not scared," you grumbled.

"Didn't say you were. Just saying it was totally okay if you decided to be."

You groaned, opened your eyes again, and turned to face him.

"I'm freaked out," you said quietly, admitting it more to yourself than this stranger.

"That's a synonym for "scared"," he whispered back with a small smile. You couldn't help yourself as you let out a laugh that hurt entirely too much. "Don't think on it too much though. Everything will go great and then they'll wheel you right back here."

"I can hardly wait."

"I can tell," he grinned. "Seriously though, if you don't have anyone else to be here for you, I'm as good a choice as any."

"Oh?" You quirked up your brows. "How so?"

"Well, for starters, I am an A+ cuddler."

"Who said I wanted to cuddle?"

"That's comfort 101, baby," he hummed. "Plus, I'm cute, you're cute, according to science, that makes sense."

You couldn't help but smile. "You're absolutely ridiculous. Do you realize that?"

Changkyun attempted to sit up a bit. "I do in fact live in my head 87% of the time, so i have some idea. Back to the topic at hand though, my hospital bed or yours?"

You choked out a laugh and instantly regretted it as your insides throbbed.

"Sorry," he winced. "You can tell me to shut up again."

"Please don't," you said quietly. This man was absolutely wild, but he was turning your discomfort into something else entirely. You could appreciate that. "You're an excellent distraction."

"You know what else is an excellent distraction? Kissing," he said confidently. "I've heard it works wonders."

It was your turn to sit up now. With wide eyes, you tried to find words. "I don't even know you."

"You could."

Shaking your head. "I think your pain medication is doing the talking right now."

"Is not!" he gasped indignantly. "I know beauty when I see it, and I want your face on my face!"

"Yep," you nodded. "Definitely the medication."

"I will tell them to stop these pills right now and prove to you these are my stone-cold sober thoughts!" he whisper-yelled.

"You're telling me, you just enjoy kissing strangers?"

"If they're beautiful."

You felt heat travel with alarming speed up your neck and to your ears. You knew you weren't at your visual best right now, so any compliment came across well. "You're a flirt, Mr. Im."

"But," he said tapping his chin. "Is the flirting working?"

"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of knowing."

"Oh, just wait until I get freedom to move again," he gasped. "I am so hopping on one foot over there and suffocating you with unwarranted affection."

"And what if I'm discharged before you are?"

"I'll bar the door with my hospital bed if you don't leave me your number," he said simply.

"And then what?"

"Then we ride my electric wheelchair off into the sunset."

[xotaemintol]

HYUNWOO X FEM READER: GYM PHOTO (short)

SHORT! Word Count: 848

TWS: Masturbation, mentions of: kissing, sex, and oral sex (fem receiving).

PRONOUNS USED: NONE

Plot: After your boyfriend Hyunwoo sends you a picture of himself at the gym you get so turned on that you begin touching yourself to the thought of him, not even stopping when he walks in on you.

All it took was one mirror picture of Hyunwoo at the gym, his shirt was slightly wet and sticking to his skin from sweat the same sweat that dripped down his temples and arms. You said you’d only look at the picture one more time, that you were only trying to get a good look at what he looks like at the gym, but you quickly found yourself analyzing every droplet of sweat, every vein that pressed against his skin, the wrinkles of his shirt, and a slight bulge that pressed against his unforgivingly thin sweatpants. You didn’t even notice your body getting hotter or your breathing getting heavier until you felt your hand sliding down your body, you hadn’t even realized that you began touching yourself until your hand was already struggling to get underneath the band of your pants. When you finally came to and stopped looking at the picture, you considered for a second how immoral it would be to touch yourself to such a wholesome picture; after all, he’s only at the gym. So as you unbuttoned your pants and shoved them down messily you bit your lip in shame, and with your phone in one hand you slipped your other into your underwear.

At first, you were only teasing yourself, testing the waters by slipping your middle finger in between your folds as you stared at his forearms, you could feel yourself becoming warmer by the second, and with every caress, you were getting wetter. It didn’t take long for you to begin massaging slow circles onto your clit as you trailed your eyes up to his neck, swallowing as your mouth became dry at the sight of little droplets of sweat trickling down his body, you had never felt so thirsty so quickly. As you touched yourself you started imagining how he’d look above you, sweat dripping down his entire body as he locked eyes with you and thrusted into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs. So lost in your lust for Hyunwoo you began imagining licking the sweat from his body without even an ounce of shame left, vividly imagining the way your tongue would cool down his warm body and how he’d praise you for being such a desperate slut for him.

You softly cursed under your breath as you felt a chill slowly creep up your spine, your pussy throbbed at every movement of your finger and as you trailed your eyes up to his face your eyebrows furrowed and you licked your lips as you thought of kissing him, you can almost feel them, so soft and warm, the feeling of them like pillows against your body and his tongue so hot in your mouth or trailing up your body. You wished that you could reach through the phone and feel him, pervertedly run your hands across his body as he kissed you and explored your body with his veiny hands, you wanted to reach right through the screen and pull him into your bed, you couldn’t even put into words what you’d do to him or what you’d let him do to you if you could. Thinking of how badly you wanted to be seated on his perfect face, how his lips would feel against your pussy, his soft breaths blowing against the wetness and his hands pressed into your plush thighs as they tremble beside his head.

You felt like you had never wanted anything as badly as you wanted him at that moment alone like you could live a thousand years over and never want anything more than you wanted Hyunwoo in that single second. You had been teasing yourself for so long that over thirty minutes had passed, by then you were looking at videos and pictures of him that fans would thirst over, touching yourself to those as you waited for him to send another picture or video of him at the gym. But in the midst of your waiting you heard the door open, knowing that no one else had the key to your house but Hyunwoo you found yourself panting in excitement, you didn’t know that he’d be coming over or that he’d be cutting his gym session short today but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to walk right into that room, strip down and fuck you into that mattress like he hated you, so as he opened the door and stood in the doorway you didn’t stop touching yourself as you looked at him, a four-second video of him replaying in the background as he eyed you for a second with his face quickly turning red.

“I missed you.” Was all you were able to get out before he snatched the hoodie off his body and walked towards the bed, he wasn’t going to waste a second thought about why you were touching yourself to videos of him or why you didn’t just call him if you wanted him this bad then he’d happily give you exactly what you’ve been craving.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Hi, i dont know if you accept requests, but can you make one of mx changkyun being sub?

What You Want

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 5.8k

Includes- Sub Changkyun, Dom reader, Blow job, deep throating, masterbation, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, reverse cowgirl, teasing, squirting, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxminee @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole @wisejudgedragonhairdo @seonghwasstar @kpop-bambi @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes

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J POV

Moving my mouth off his head, I lick slowly up the underside of his dick, listening to him moan

Sounds so pretty

"Is this what you want?", I ask, swirling my tongue around his head, licking the cum crying from his slit

Tastes good

"Yes", he whines, "Fuck yes!"

I smirk, sucking on his head once, "How long have you wanted this?"

"A long time", he pants, his eyes on my mouth around his dick

I push down my surprise, continuing to suck on his head

I had no idea he thought about me like this

I've only ever been the best friend

So imagine my surprise when I walked into his room in the dorm to hang out and instead find him jerking off, moaning my name

He, of course, was embarrassed when he realized I was standing in his doorway in pure shock

He immediately apologized, pulled his boxers up, his face so red

While it was bewildering, it was also a turn on

As he stumbled over his words, I sat next to him on his bed, my hand on his waistband

I asked if he wanted this and he nodded, shock now on his face

I took out his huge thick cock, softly stroking him for a few minutes until I couldn't resist anymore and I took him in my mouth

And here we are

As I suck, I move down his cock, taking him a little more than half in

I can take the rest of him but I need to prepare for it

Moving my head back and forth, I press my tongue on his underside, letting it slide along his dick

At the same time, I jerk him off in time with my movements

I don't know what it is but I really like sucking his dick

Yeah his cock is fucking thick, stretching my mouth out, heavy on my tongue but I'm enjoying this much more than any other blow job I've ever given

Going down his length a little more, his tip goes in my throat, making me choke as he groans so loudly

I grip his thigh with my other hand as I slowly edge him into my throat with every bob down his cock

The deeper he goes in, the more my eyes tear, the more spit there is, the more I choke but I don't stop

I'm determined to deep throat him

"Oh god Jo. Fuck", he whines, "So good"

I lift my eyes to him, the pleasure on his face so fucking hot

I finally take him all in, watching him as his head falls back, moaning so loudly the guys probably hear him

His hand winds in my hair, gripping the strands hard, his other hand landing on my arm that's on his thigh, squeezing my wrist

Keeping him in my mouth, I swallow on his dick, his body tensing, then I slide down his length to about half way

Surging forward, I take him all back in my throat, choking on him, spit everywhere

"Oh my fucking god", he cries

Breathing in through my nose, I relax my throat, forcing myself to stop choking

Fuck me, he's the biggest I've ever deep throated before

Breathing in, I start bobbing up and down his cock, sucking as hard as I can as I do

"Oh my fucking god", he shouts, his hand in my hair pulling, "Don't stop. Please don't stop"

Oh I'm not

I go hard on his cock, slurping around him desperately like I'm never going to do it again

Which I doubt I am

I'm pretty sure it's a one time thing thats only happening because I caught him jerking off

"Oh god I'm gonna cum", he moans, "Can I cum in your mouth? Please?"

I glance up at him, his chest rising and falling so fast, his mouth slightly open as bliss takes over his features

God, he's beautiful

"Please", he begs

I nod, excited to taste all of him

"Oh god", he whimpers, his legs shaking as I feel his cum fill mouth

Keeping him all in my throat, I swallow over and over, his moans getting louder and louder

He tastes so fucking good and I love the way his thick cum goes down my throat

He cums so fucking much that I have to swallow over and over even after he finishes

When I finally get all of his cum, I pull off his dick, sitting up, a soft groan coming from him

"Was it good?", I ask

His eyes stayed closed, nodding rapidly, "Fucking amazing"

Good

I'm glad I could make him feel so good and I thoroughly enjoyed it

I'm so fucking wet, so horny and I need to leave to fix it

As I stand up, his eyes shoot open, "Where are you going?"

"I uh need to go home"

"Why?", he asks softly, his cheeks pink

"Honestly?"

He nods

"I'm horny and I need to fix it", I answer, "So I'll go home and I'll call you when I'm done to see if you still wanna hang out"

I don't live far from here

Ten minute drive, max

He shakes his head slowly, "Do it here"

My eyebrows shoot up, "Excuse me"

He keeps my gaze as he moves over in the bed, "Do it here"

"Changkyun-"

"I wanna watch", he says, shocking the fuck out of me, "If uh... if it's ok?"

This is a situation I never thought I'd find myself in

Not with someone who's not my boyfriend

Definitely not with him

He keeps his eyes on me, almost like he's pleading

"I uh...ok", I say before I can stop myself

Oh what the fuck?

"Ok", he nods, "Can... can I take your clothes off?"

Oh my fucking god, I cannot believe he is saying this to me

But again, my mouth answers before my brain catches up

"Yes"

He moves to the edge of the bed, pulling me to him by my jeans loops

I stand in between his legs, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans

His hands pull the jeans down, throwing them in his room once I get them off, along with my socks

His hands move under my shirt, pushing it up, his eyes on the skin of my stomach then travel up the higher the shirt goes

He gets it off, it following my jeans, then he leads me to sit next to him

I feel so exposed in just my bra and panties

He already has his pants and boxers off from the blowjob but still has his shirt on

Before he can undress me more, I tug on his shirt

He raises his arms as I slide it off his body, trying not to gape as his muscular body

I know Changkyun has abs

I'd have to be braindead not to know this, especially when he shows them off all the time

But seeing him in real life hits differently

Really differently

He raises his hands, moving them around me, undoing my bra

His fingers slide up to the straps, pulling them slowly down my shoulders

My bra falls forward, him catching it, gently putting it on the floor

"Oh my god", he breathes, his eyes all over me

I don't know how to react to his reaction

I don't know what the "oh my god" was about

But I do feel shy right now

He moves, grabbing pillows and moving them behind me

"You can lay down", he says softly

Ok then

I do, leaning against the pillows he put behind me

His hands slide slowly up my legs, his fingers sending fire through every fucking nerve he touches

He gets to the top of my panties, pulling them down my legs

Once they're off, I realize I'm naked in Changkyun's bed

Holy shit

He moves back to the foot of the bed, nodding at me

Right, I'm supposed to be masturbating

This is so fucking strange

But I'm still horny and looking at his body isn't helping

So, I slowly open my legs, exposing myself to him

He inhales sharply, his eyes on my pussy

Reaching down my body, I move my fingers in my hole, getting them wet

Then I slide up to my clit, rubbing slowly in a circle

Breathing in, pleasure slowly seeps in my body

As I keep going, all the shyness falls away as the pleasure increases

Every now and then, I look at him, his gaze staring intensely between my legs

I know I'm dripping wet, moreso than I think I've ever been

As he watches, he licks his lips, turning me the fuck on even more

"Is this what you want?", I find myself asking him

"Yes", he answers immediately, his eyes moving to my face, "Yes"

I just smirk at him, amused at how fast he answered

He swallows hard, his eyes returning to between my legs

I actually find that I like him watching

It's like he can't tear his eyes away

I move my fingers faster, every now and then sliding my fingers inside, pumping them a few times before going back to my clit

"Fuck", I moan, "Kyun"

He whimpers and fuck I like that

"Changkyun, mmmm", I continue, closing my eyes

His name just naturally falls from my lips as I always think of him when I play with myself

Sometimes I even call his name when I cum

I suddenly feel his hand around my wrist, moving my hand from my pussy

I open my eyes, looking at him

He looks like he's barely holding back control

"Can...can I help?", he groans

"Help?", I repeat

He nods

"How?"

"Trust me?"

Of course I trust him

He's my best friend

"Yeah", I nod

I watch as he lays down on his stomach between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs tightly

Before I can comprehend anything, his tongue buries in my pussy, licking rapidly and hard

"Fuck!", I cry, pleasure exploding in my body

His tongue licks along my slit, up and down, then swirling in between my lips

And to my utter surprise, he's moaning like he's the one getting pleasured

I watch my best friend between my legs, my brain not comprehending that he's eating me out

My body feels the pleasure but my mind is empty

The tip of his tongue circles around my hole over and over, anticipation killing me

He finally dips his tongue in, wiggling it as he goes and I can't help the moan I let out, "Kyunnie, oh god"

He squeezes my thighs hard the second he hears his name as his tongue fucks into my pussy

Strands of his long blue black hair fall into his face as he tongue fucks my pussy over and over

God he's so fucking hot, it's ridiculous

"So good Kyunnie", I whimper, another moan coming from him

I think he has a praise kink that I can definitely play into

"Is this what you want?"

He tongue doesn't stop moving, his eyes flitting to mine, his intense gaze on me through the strands of hair in his face as he nods

Moving my hand down, I brush the hair out of his face, sliding my fingers in, holding the strands back so I can clearly see him

His tongue slides up from my hole, rolling over my clit and my back arches involuntarily in a slam of pleasure

"Changkyun!", I cry, his tongue gliding over my clit again and again, making sure I feel his whole tongue, from the flat of it to the tip as he moves it

I'm so much pleasure it's insane

I had no idea my best friend knows how to eat pussy like this

He changes things up, thrusting his tongue into my hole, then licking out and up my slit, ending with flicking my clit

"Oh my fucking god Kyun!"

Everytime his tongue goes in, I clench around it and everytime he groans

"God Changkyun, you're tongue is fucking amazing", I praise him, feeling so good as he goes harder, "Like eating my pussy?"

"Yes", he moans, then licks my clit, sending pleasure running down my spine

His tongue flies on my clit and it's so hot watching his tongue on me

Suddenly his mouth closes around my clit and he begins sucking as fast as he can

I shout in pleasure, my hand pulling his hair, hips snapping into his face

He alternates between licks and sucks as my hips keep moving, fucking his mouth

I can't stop the movements, wanting to cum so much

I feel it coming, tingles spreading in my body, as my back arches

His tongue throws me head first into an intense orgasm, unbelievably intense pleasure tsunaming over my body as I scream his name

"Changkyun! Changkyun! Oh fuck, Changkyun"

His tongue slides down my pussy into my hole and I keep fucking his face, riding out the bliss on his tongue

After the orgasm leaves me, I slump against the bed, releasing his hair

His hands push my legs open more, licking away

"So fucking good", he murmurs, "So sweet, fuck"

Is he... talking about me?

With a final lick, he moves back on his knees, his eyes moving to mine

"You taste so fucking good"

Holy shit, he is talking about me

I have no words, my mind blanking on what to say

His intense gaze makes me look down, in shyness

But when I do, I get an eyeful of his hard straining cock, cum leaking all over the bed

Oh my god, he's so hard...again

Is that because of me?

Horniness surges through my body again

I want him

Sitting up, I move closer to him, my hand around his hard dick

"Hard again?"

He nods, breathing out as I move my hand up and down his cock

"Eating my pussy did this to you?"

"Yes", he whispers

I'm honestly shocked but I like it

"Think I should try it out?", I smirk

His gaze on mine, he whimpers out a "yes"

I'm surprised but fuck, I'm taking it

"Oh? Is that what you want?", I murmur lowly, "Me sliding up and down your dick, riding you hard until I cum all over your cock? Using your cock to get off?"

"Yes, please yes", he moans

I really had no idea Changkyun could be so submissive

Just with the way he acts and the way he is on stage, he definitely seemed like one to dominate during sex

But I'm ok with doing the dominating

Letting go of his cock, I push him down hard on the bed, his back hitting the mattress

I turn around, climbing on him

I can't fuck him facing him

I can't see him under me, his beautiful face knowing this is the only time I'll ever be with him

I can't have that in my head, wanting that all the time when I know it'll never happen

Plus he's a guy so I know he'll like watching my pussy fuck him

I reach between us, guiding his cock to my hole and I start sitting on him

"Oh fuck", we both moan as I take him in, inch by inch

He's so fucking thick I have to push down hard to get him in but he opens my pussy so pleasurably, making me clench hard around him

He's so long but I'm definitely going to get him all in

There's no doubt about that

I bottom him out, sitting right against his thighs, just feeling him

He's so hard, touching all the right places, his head right against my spot, the full feeling so satisfying

I can't help starting to rock on him, his head rubbing my spot sending shivers down my spine

"Shit Kyun, you feel so good", I praise him, grinding on him, "So fucking big. You fill me up perfectly"

He whimpers as I start bouncing, feeling his perfect cock dragging through my cunt, giving me so much pleasure

It's insane how good he feels, almost like it's not real

But it is

I know it's because of my feelings for him that add to the pleasure but I push those away

It's just sex

I have to remember that

Leaning over on my hands, I bounce harder, now sliding up to his head and taking him back in with slam after slam

"How does my pussy feel?", I tease him, shaking my ass as I wiggle down his cock

God, he splits me open so fucking good, I can't get over it

"Fucking incredible", he gasps, "Tight. So fucking tight. So tiny. Wet. God you're so wet"

I know, I can hear the pornographic sounds of my soaked pussy taking his fat cock over and over

"You like my pussy this wet?"

"Yes", he whines, "Love it. Creaming my cock so much. All over my lap. So hot"

I can feel how wet his lap is and I'm actually shocked I got this wet

I definitely have never been this wet before

I have never felt pleasure like this before

It's everywhere, in every cell of my body and I'm happy it's him making me feel this way

At least I can have one mind blowing sexual experience with him

His moans get louder as I ride him hard, making me smirk

I'm glad I'm giving him so much pleasure as well

"Feels good Kyunnie?", I ask

"Yes", he chokes out

"How good?"

"Ttt... .the bbb...best", he stammers

He's lying

There's no way I'm the best

He's only saying it in the moment but still, I like hearing it

"Best pussy that ever fucked you?", I tease

"Fuck yes, yes. God, yes"

I wish

I look back over my shoulder at him, smirking, "Well then, maybe I should stop"

"Wah?", he barely gets out as I stop my movements once he's all in, just sitting on him

His cock throbs inside me as I squeeze him and I love that feeling

"Nnn....no", he whines, "Please"

"Hmm but if it feels too good, then you'll cum and I can't play anymore"

"I won't cum", he pleads, "I promise, I won't"

"I don't know", I answer, my smirk getting wider at the desperation on his face

This is fun

"You seem like you're barely controlling it"

"I can", he promises, "I can hold it"

"We'll see"

I slide up his dick, slowly, to his head, keeping it inside and clenching on it

"Fuck", he whimpers

I push down, sliding to about half his length, then go back up again

"No, all the way down. Ppp..please"

I slide down but again only half way before going up again

I do this a few more times, so slowly, hearing his frustrated whines

Sliding down again, he whimpers a please and I decided I teased him enough

This way

Taking him all in, I groan as his head rubs my spot as I sit on his lap

Beginning to move again, I give him what he wants and take him all in each time but I keep up the agonizingly slow pace

I like the way this feels too, where I can feel every inch of his thick cock moving inside me

But I know he wants it faster

"I can't...", he cries, begging, "More. Faster. Please baby, ride me"

The "baby" makes my heart catch but I refuse to make it a big deal

It does affect me but I won't show it

Giving in, I move up his dick then slam down hard and fast

"Yes fuck", he yells as I start bouncing again, fucking him hard

Fast

"Oh god", I whimper, taking his cock over and over

Fuck, the feel of him moving in and out is something I don't want to end

It's too fucking good

Mind blowingly good

The constant pleasure is bringing me so close to coming

"Gonna cum", I moan

"Yeah", he chokes out, "Cum on me. Please"

"Is that what you want?", I ask

"Yes, please yes! Wanna feel you"

Thank god because I'm right there

Sliding down, stars blast in my eyes as ecstasy explodes all over me and I cum on his perfect cock

"Changkyun!", I yell, my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up

"Oh my fucking god!", I hear him shouting, "Holy shit, it feels so good. You feel so good"

Through the pleasure, I recognize that my orgasm feels good for him

Holy shit

When the pleasure finally ends, I lean down on my arms, sucking in air

I'm so sweaty, so hot

"Please, more", he begs, "I want more of you"

I want more of him too

So much more

"Yeah Kyunnie", I tell him, starting to get back up on my hands

"Wait", he says softly, "Face me. Please"

I close my eyes, trying to figure out a way to tell him no

I feel his hand touch my thigh, slowly moving up and down

"Please baby"

Fuck

Knowing I can't deny him, I nod and move off him, bracing myself to have the image of him under me burned in mind

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Changkyun POV

She moves off me and turns around

My breath catches seeing her beautiful face, her sweaty hot body climbing on top of me

I was so embarrassed when she walked in on me jerking off to her but fuck right now I'm glad she did

I never thought I'd ever be with her like this

I've fantasized about her for years, wanting only her

Falling in love with her

But she's oblivious, only seeing me as her idol best friend

And I'm too scared of losing her to say anything

I can't handle her ending our friendship because she doesn't feel like that for me

She's been in my life since we were eight

I need her

She holds my dick up, sitting on my head, pushing down

"Fuck", she moans, her eyes closed, her hands on my chest as she wiggles down my cock

I moan too, feeling her incredibly tight pussy stretch open around me

Just getting inside her is fucking amazingly blissful

She's so wet, dripping down my length as she buries my whole cock inside her

Her hips immediately move, grinding down on me, pleasure shooting up my spine and spreading to every fucking cell

"Ready baby?", she asks

Oh god, hearing her call me baby....fuck it's something I only dreamed of

To say I love it is an understatement

"Yes", I answer

She sits up, running her fingers in her sweaty hair, tossing it over her shoulder

God, she's so fucking hot without even trying

She leans on my stomach, starting to move in small bounces

I watch her move faster, her bounces increasing until she's sliding up to my head then surging back down, burying me deep inside her

She moans each time, rocking on my head and I suspect that's hers spot because her body trembles every time

"Dddd...does it feel good?", I ask

She smirks down at me as she bounces, her beads of sweat rolling down between her breasts

Fuck me, so hot

"You cock is so good Kyunnie", she answers, her eyes staring into mine, "Gonna want to ride you everyday"

I whimper, nodding, "You can. Please, you can"

Anything to be close to her

She raises her eyebrow, "Oh yeah? You'll let me use this cock anytime I want?"

Definitely

"Yes"

"Hmm", she says, "Good to know"

She rides me harder, her boobs bouncing in my face and I just want to touch her

"Can I touch?", I ask softly

She tilts her head to the side, "Is that what you want?"

She's asking that question a lot and each time it's a resounding yes

I never submitted so fast to anyone but once I heard her ask me that the first time I just did

And I've been submissive the whole time

Honestly, I like it a lot

I like her taking control, I feel safe with her to let her control me

And she's so good at it

"Yes", I answer

"Ok baby. You can touch", she agrees

I immediately move my hands to her thighs, slowly dragging them up, over her hips, along her body, feeling her soft smooth skin

"Fuck", she whimpers, "Your hands feel so good"

I smile softly, continuing the path my hands are going

Finally wrapping around my hands around her boobs, I squeeze gently

Fuck, they're so soft, so bouncy, jiggling in my hand

I rake my eyes up and down her body, watching her move so hypnotically on me

Her pussy takes my cock so easily, so much cream all over my lap and my dick, her tiny hole stretching so prettily

I can't believe she takes me so well, moaning that I feel good

I'm glad I can give her so much pleasure, it's something I've fantasized about

Having her under me, moaning for me to fuck her more, begging me to cum

This is different and truthfully better than my fantasy

"Changkyun", she whimpers, leaning back on my thighs as she impales herself on my cock

I can't describe the feeling of hearing her moan my name

It just turns me on and I never loved hearing my name more

She moves faster than I thought she could, desperately fucking me, the pulsing of her cunt around me so fucking pleasurable

"Kyun"

"Please cum on me", I whimper

I need to feel it again

Her orgasm....the pleasure from it.....fuck

Like nothing I ever felt

"Changkyun!", she cries, coming on me, her body shaking, hands squeezing my thighs as bliss crashes over me

She clenches me so hard, making me gasp, my whole lap soaking wet

Looking down, I gape as her pussy squirts all around my cock

Oh my fucking god

I didn't know she could do that

It's so fucking hot

Moving my fingers to her clit, I rub it quickly in a circle, wanting her to keep coming

She finishes squirting but her hips move, rocking on me, squeezing the life from my dick

Pleasure is all over her face, her body soaking in sweat, her nipples so hard as she cries my name, orgasming right after squirting

"Fffff....fff...fuck", I choke out, feeling the spasms from her cunt so acutely

She's so fucking gorgeous

Her body slips to the side when she finishes and I grab her to keep her upright

"I want to fuck you", I blurt, needing more of her, "Please, can I fuck you? It's what I want"

She opens her eyes, gazing at me

"Yeah", she agrees

Sitting right up, I pull her to me, rolling us over, getting her under me

Before I do anything, I move down her body, open her legs and lick up all her cum

"Kyunnie", she whines

She tastes so fucking amazing, so sweet, I need it

Cleaning up her pussy, I press a kiss to her then move up, on top of her

She looks up at me and I don't think, I just lean down and crash my lips to hers

In the second her lips touch mine, absolutely everything changes

My head spins and I feel like the ground is falling away from me, the butterflies in my stomach going in a frenzy

She's mine

I can't let her go

She's the one

I knew she was all along but this one kiss confirms it

She instantly kisses me back, her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair, her tongue against mine

As I fall into her kiss, I move her legs around me, sliding right inside her until I'm buried to the hilt

Her body shakes against mine, arching into me as she moans in the kiss

As we kiss, I pull back then roll my hips towards her, my cock sliding back into her, loving the way her pussy splits open for me

As I thrust, I slowly build up speed until I'm fucking into her, swallowing all her gorgeous moans

Her arms move from my neck to around me, her hands on my back, holding me against her as I pound into her

"Don't let go of me baby", I murmur against her lips, loving the feeling of being in her embrace, "Please, keep your arms around me"

She nods, pressing her lips to mine again

Slipping my hand down, I grip her cute ass, pressing her as close as she can get, the wet sound of her pussy taking my cock so loud in the room

I can't tear my lips from hers, kissing her wildly, passionately

I can't stop, I need her lips against mine

I don't know if I'll ever get to kiss her again and that thought is heartbreaking

Her fingers dig into my back as the familiar feeling of her pussy fluttering around me intensifies

She's close

And I know I'm gonna cum when she does

Breaking the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers

"Ccc....can I cum inside you?"

She smiles so beautifully, "Is....is that.... fuck....what you want?"

I nod, "Yeah baby"

"Yes. You can"

"Is that what you want?", I ask her

I want her to want that too, not just to say yes because I want it

"Yes Kyun, yes. I want it", she moans, her fingers gripping my back hard, "Want your cum inside me"

I groan at her words, fucking into her spot harder

"Fuck, fuck Changkyun!", she cries, her legs tightening around me as she cums all over me

The ecstasy I feel shoves me over the edge and I shove my cock all in, falling into an intense orgasm

"Fuck Joanne, oh god Joanne!", I shout, shooting my cum deep into her

"Fuck Kyunnie, baby", she moans, both of us clinging onto each other, "Kiss me"

Anytime

Crashing my lips against hers, I kiss her deeply, my tongue immediately against hers

She holds me tightly as the pleasure ends, her lips never leaving mine

I pull out of her and we both roll over, facing each other, tangled together

I never want this to end

Everything is perfect

We kiss for a long time, just holding each other but of course it has to end

I look down at her, running my fingers in her hair, her cheeks turning pink

She breaks eye contact, saying, "Uh I...uh I guess I should go"

I panic, not wanting her to leave

If she leaves then it's over, everything is done with and I'll never be with her like this again

I shake my head, "Don't go. Don't ever go"

Confusion fills her eyes as she asks, "I...I don't know what that means. I'm uh gonna have to eventually go. We can't stay here forever"

But god do I want to

"I uh should go before it gets more awkward"

"No", I whisper, despair filling me, "Don't leave me jagi. Please baby don't go"

I know she's so confused and I just say fuck it

"I love you", I whisper, her eyes widening in shock, "I...I love you. Please Jo, you're...you're the only one I want, the only person I ever fell in love with. I want to be with you so badly baby. I love you so much"

I know I sound so sad and pathetic, begging her to stay with me but I don't know what else to do

I don't know how else to make her know how much I want her

"I love you", she whispers, shocking the fuck out of me

"W..what?", I say, scared that I just imagined what she said

"I love you Kyunnie. For a long time. I just want you too. If you're serious then I'll never leave you"

Happiness bursts in my body as I nod, "I'm serious jagi. I love you"

"I love you", she smiles, running her fingers in my hair, "You're all mine now"

"Always jagi. I was always yours and I always will be"

"And I'll always be yours Kyun"

I smile so happily, in awe that she's finally mine

"Kiss me Kyun", she whispers, "Kiss me and don't stop"

"I won't", I promise, pressing my lips against hers in a kiss full of love

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Minhyuk As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

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

Monsta X Masterlist Here

He loves playing games with you, and he'll happily spend all day doing so. You'll both scream so loudly when you lose, but I hope your neighbors don't mind! You and Minhyuk are the loudest gamers in the neighborhood. You scream and shout and cheer so loudly that your neighbors probably think you're crazy. But you don't care, because you're having too much fun. You'll spend hours playing your favorite games, whether it's Mario Kart, Super Smash Bros., or League of Legends. You'll trash-talk each other and laugh at each other's misfortunes. You'll even get a little competitive, but it's all in good fun. When you finally lose, you'll both scream and shout in frustration. But then you'll laugh it off and start a new game. You'll never get tired of playing games together, because it's always so much fun.

Minhyuk knows how to make you smile, and spending time with him is always so much fun. So when he's away for a few days, you might feel a little bored. But don't worry, there are plenty of things you can do to keep yourselves entertained.

Minhyuk suggested adopting a puppy on a whim, and you thought it was a great idea. You spent the whole day running around the house taking pictures of the puppy, trying to get the perfect shot. You and Minhyuk had been talking about getting a puppy for a while, but you never really took the initiative to do it. But one day, Minhyuk came home from work and said, "I think we should adopt a puppy." You were a little surprised, but you were also excited. You had always wanted a puppy, and you knew Minhyuk would be a great dog dad.

This man will be extremely worried if you get sick or if he sees you crying in front of him. He will do whatever it takes to take care of you, even if it means googling how to take care of you or calling Kihyun at 3 a.m. in the morning. He will hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be okay. He will get you a warm blanket and a cup of tea. He will stay up with you all night if he has to. He will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better. He knows that you are his priority, and he will do anything to make sure you are happy and healthy. He is the most caring and supportive person you know, and you are lucky to have him in your life.

Minhyuk would love to take you to all the cute and aesthetic places in town. He would start by taking you to a cafe with a beautiful view. You would order coffee and pastries, and you would sit outside and people-watch. Then, he would take you to a flower shop, where you would pick out a bouquet of flowers for each other. After that, you would go for a walk in the park, and you would take some couple photos in front of the fountain. For dinner, he would take you to a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere. You would order your favorite dishes, and you would talk for hours. After dinner, he would walk you back to your apartment, and he would kiss you goodnight. Minhyuk would be so proud to be your boyfriend, and he would want everyone to know it. He would show the members the couple photos he took of you, and he would tell them all about the date. He would tell them about the food you ate, the things you did, and how much fun you had together. He would be so happy to have you in his life, and he would want to share his happiness with everyone.

Minhyuk is so proud to be your boyfriend that he can't help but brag about you to his members. He'll tell them stories about your dates, your conversations, and even your quirks. At first, they'll be happy for him, but eventually they'll start to get tired of hearing about you all the time. They might even start to tease him about it. But Minhyuk doesn't care. He's just so happy to have you in his life, and he wants everyone to know about it. Even though the members might get tired of hearing about you, they would still be happy for Minhyuk. They would know that he's found someone special, and they would be supportive of his relationship with you.

Your relationship with Minhyuk is always exciting and never dull. You always have something to look forward to, whether it's a new date night, a weekend getaway, or just spending time together at home. Minhyuk always knows how to make you laugh, and he always makes you feel loved and appreciated. You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have Minhyuk in your life. He is everything you could ever want in a partner. He is kind, funny, supportive, and loving. He always puts your needs first, and he always makes you feel special. Minhyuk tells you that he loves you more and more every day. He says that you are the most amazing person he has ever met, and that he can't imagine his life without you. You believe him, because you feel the same way about him.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Picture-Perfect

Summary: You spiral thinking about your future wedding, and about what you’ll be forced to wear to make the day picture-perfect. Not realizing that as long as you’re the one Kihyun is marrying, it will be picture-perfect.

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff, Established Relationship au 

Word count: 919

Kihyun X Gender-nonconforming! Afab! Reader

Requested by @amelee23

[A/n: My friend Lee, wanted something romantic yet cozy for our shared bias (I can never turn down a Ki request) who turns 31 in about eleven days~ So, a very happy early birthday to Kihyun~ Anyways, one thing I wish to remind you here, is that when it comes to your wedding, you can wear what you want because it’s your day just as much as your partner’s. Don’t let others get into your head that you have to wear a dress/tux. This also isn’t as long as I envisioned (or as praise-y) but I still hope you receive some comfort from it, Lee!]

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You weren’t sure what started your downward spiral today. Maybe it was the thought of picking something out to wear to your friend’s wedding. Or maybe it was because you looked at the beautiful set of stones wrapped around your ring finger for too long. But you were suddenly spiraling. Someday, you’d have to pick out a wedding dress and walk down the aisle feeling like anyone but you until you get to remove the thing altogether and never wear it again. And that wasn’t what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to wear it in the first place. You’ve never enjoyed dresses, and on your big day, you had to. That was what was expected, and you couldn’t do anything to change it, even though it made you want to curl up and bawl. Why did something so small as a wedding dress ruin your whole mood? And worse, it was ruining your want to get married to Kihyun. 

You make your way into the kitchen, ruminating over the thought. You make it to the dining table, pulling out a chair, and once you sit down, you don’t have the energy to get up anymore. You can’t even make yourself some tea to relax; you just run over the idea again and again. Because Kihyun was a proper man, he’d want you to wear a wedding dress, wouldn’t he? Wasn’t that the perfect wedding image? Wouldn’t he want that? And it made you feel sick to the point you weren’t sure if you wanted to get married at all. What was the point of getting married? If it was supposed to be your big special day, then why did you have to wear something that made you uncomfortable? How could it possibly be your special day? You put your head against the cool surface of the tabletop and try to calm yourself down from it. There had to be a way around it. You just felt like you were missing a key piece. 

You hear him unlock the door, set his stuff down from practice, and find you with your head down on the kitchen table. You don’t even have the energy to look presentable in front of your fiancé right now. You feel his fingers run through your hair as he asks, “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” You mumble into the wooden table, and he says, “Honey, I can’t understand you… Come on, tell me what’s wrong…” You lift your head up to look at your handsome fiancé. “I just- I um… I- I don’t know…” He tilts his head at you, “You sure?” You shake your head, and he sits on his knees to look you in the eyes, “You know you can always tell me what’s on your mind.” You sigh, “I know, I just… it’s about our unplanned wedding.” He finds your hand and rubs soothing circles into it, “Oh? Do you want to make a day for it? Is that what’s on your mind? You say the word, we’ll get married tomorrow evening.” He says, trying to get you to laugh, and you give him a small smile. “No, um… I just, I’m not sure if I’ll be the picture-perfect bride.” He pushes your chair out with one hand, so you’re facing him better as he asks, “What do you mean? Because in my eyes, no matter what, you’ll always be the perfect wife for me.” You look away, no longer holding his gaze, “I don’t know, it’s just I’m not sure if I could wear a wedding dress.” He hums, “Did anyone say you had to?” You look back at him in confusion, “No… But the bride always does.” He nods, “Yeah. But you’re not every soon-to-be bride. You’re mine. Being a bride doesn’t mean you have to be feminine, y’know.” He doesn’t let you interject, “So if you want to wear a tux. Or for us to have a casual jean-type wedding. I’m happy with it as long as it’s you that I’m marrying. I don’t care what we wear or where we get hitched. It’ll be picture-perfect because you’re the one I’m marrying. Nothing else matters.” You search his eyes, “You mean that?” He smiles, “With all my heart.” You take him for his word, “Okay.” He kisses you deeply, reminding you of all the reasons he loved you. 

He holds your gaze as he holds your hand, “You’re my everything. I know others’ expectations weigh heavily on you, but I promise it’s your day as much as it is mine. So, let’s do it our own way. Are you okay with that, buttercup?” You kiss him this time, “Yeah, more than okay.” He stands up before pulling you up from your chair, “Ki, what are you doing?” He grins, “About to dance with my beautiful fiancé.” He moves you two to the middle of the living room so you both have enough room to dance and sway together. He sings you soft songs to dance to as you twirl around and catch each other. Maybe you wouldn’t have the wedding most little kids dreamed of. But you’ll get to have the wedding you always dreamed of. Kihyun will make sure of it. You can see it from the twinkle in his eye as he looks at you with full adoration. And you can’t help but smile at him as you two dance around, imagining what it’ll be like to be dancing as two lovers vowed to an eternity together. 

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Changkyun is the type of boyfriend to slide into the shower behind you and wrap his arms around you whenever you end your shifts extremely late. It does not matter if it is 2 AM or 4 AM. He just wants to spend some time with his favorite person, check in with you, ask why are you back so late, wash your hair for you... Whenever you tell him that it is your day off, he would immediately stop worrying and start planning what he is going to make for breakfast once you wake up.

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Should I make a one-shot out of it?

One-shot

[jinkoh]

surprise me

minhyuk x fem!reader

summary: you feel like nothing exciting happened to you all year but your best friend is keen on helping you change that. after all, the year isn't over yet~

tags: best friends to lovers, fluff, lots of stupid shenanigans and friendly teasing, new yers eve celebrations, alcohol consumption, food mentions, SFW

word count: ~3,7k

a/n: i'm rlly rlly in my mx feels these days so it was high time to write a minhyuk fic (did y'all know i'm actually ulting this guy?) it's kind of a silly and cliché plot but what's a better time for these kinda stories than december?

i hope you had a merry merry christmas (if you celebrate) and will get to end this year happily 🎄❤️

Masterlist

Minhyuk was already sitting at your regular seats when you walked into the café, sipping on his latte while your drink was waiting for you on the table. It was a small shop next to a mall, a little on the expensive side, but their coffee was the best (and you got a discount on days your friend Kihyun was on shift). 

It was unusually calm today, perhaps people were still with their families or too busy returning unwanted gifts to take a coffee break. Aside from Minhyuk, there was only one other customer, a woman, sitting at a small table by the window. There wasn’t anyone behind the counter but you caught a glimpse of bright orange hair disappearing to the back right as you walked in. A new barista, you supposed, or at least you didn’t remember anyone that eye-catching to work here.

“You’re late,” Minhyuk complained, when you made your way over. “You’re worse than Hyungwon.”

You chuckled and slipped out of your winter coat before sitting down, immediately warming your frozen fingers on the warm glass in front of you. “It's not my fault. It snows once and everyone forgets how to drive. Took me ages to get here.”

“I was on time,” he grumbled, but you knew he wasn’t actually pissed at you. 

“So, how was Christmas?” you switched topics, hoping to hear some fun stories from his holidays.

He shrugged. “The usual. I was home. Actually Hyungwon celebrated with us too. He spends so much time with my family, I’m sure one of these days his parents are going to call me to complain.” Minhyuk laughed before taking another sip of his drink. “Oh, also, Changkyunnie helped Kihyun to dye his hair. Did you see him yet?”

You shook your head. “How did it go?”

Minhyuk drew in air through his teeth. “Well, at least the hair is still on his head?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Depends on who you’re asking.” He shook his head in amusement, as if he was recalling the disaster in front of his inner eye. “Anway, how was your christmas?”

You nodded slowly. “Fine, I guess?”

“You guess?”

“No, no, it was fine, it was nice.”

Minhyuk looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew you too well to be fooled. “But?”

“I just—I met up with some friends back from high school, you know, since everyone was home for the holidays.”

“Sounds nice. So, where’s the problem?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Everyone was talking about all the things happening in their lives and I realized that nothing happened in mine.”

“You literally started a new job this year?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

You shrugged again. “It’s not about, like, achievements or whatever. I mean fun things, exciting things. The year is over and I can’t think of a single story to tell. It feels like I’ve become a really boring person.”

“Hm,” Minhyuk hummed. “It’s not over yet though.”

“Huh?”

“The year isn’t over yet. It’s only the 27th. That’s 4 days. Plenty of time to create some stories.”

“Stop joking around,” you frowned. “I’m actually upset about this, you know?”

“Yeah, but complaining won’t change anything. So, let’s do something about it.”

“Like what?”

Minhyuk kept quiet for a moment, his gaze following the people passing by the window. When a couple walked by, his expression suddenly lit up with a mischievous grin. “Hit on someone.”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

For one, because you weren’t the type to do that. You’d never hit on anyone before, in fact you barely managed to ask strangers for directions. But maybe Minhyuk was right. Maybe you should try to make some changes, if you weren’t satisfied with how things were. Becoming a little more daring seemed to be a good idea. 

Your gaze flicked outside. It still was snowing, the white cold piling up on the pavement. You’d only just warmed up after being out there—you weren’t all that keen on freezing to death all over again.

“Too scared to do it?” He teased, when you still hadn’t moved. “Thought you wanted to create some stories.”

“Shut up for a minute, will you?” you playfully shoved him away. “I’m trying to think here.” 

Since going outside was out of the question, you looked around the café. The woman was still sitting by the window, her nose buried in a thick book as she sipped on her coffee. You would have felt bad to disrupt her peace. Other than that—well, the new barista would be an option. He was still in the back, but the door was open and you knew the room was small enough that he’d still hear you if you stood by the counter. 

“Alright,” you declared and got up from your chair.

“Alright?” Minhyuk repeated with a laugh.

“I’m doing it.” With bold steps and a racing heart you made your way over to the counter. Minhyuk started saying something else, but you didn’t pay it any attention. You’d just get this over with.

You pushed your hair behind your ear and leaned over the counter, glancing through the open door.  The barista had his back to you, sorting coffee into the shelves. His almost neon orange hair really stood out against the muted colors of the café and you wondered what kind of person he was to choose a color that bold. 

“Excuse me,” you started, “I was wondering—are you here often?”

The moment the words were out you wanted to bite off your tongue. Are you here often? Well, probably, after all this was his workplace. You felt your face heating up and you heard Minhyuk snorting behind you. You shot him a warning glare, but it didn’t really keep him in line. 

The Barista finally turned around, and now you wanted to bite off your tongue even more. “Kihyun?!”

Minhyuk was full on laughing behind you now, clapping his thigh in amusement as he watched the scene unfold. Meanwhile, your eyes were still fixed on Kihyun’s hair. You briefly wondered if Changkyun was alive.

“Y/n, did you just try to hit on me?”

You reluctantly tore your gaze away from his hair to meet his gaze, before stuttering out an excuse. “What? No. Noo, of course not. I just meant like—are you here often? As in, this week. Are you here often this week?”

Kihyun didn’t seem to entirely believe you, his eyes wandering between you and the still laughing Minhyuk in suspicion. “Yeah, I work through until Saturday,” he replied anyway. “Why?”

“Just because. Can’t I care about my friend’s work schedule?”

He huffed a laugh. “Sure, you can. Just a little weird.”

“You know me, I’m weird,” you mumbled, your attention once again taken by his bright hair. “Sorry, Ki, I just can’t stop staring. Did you—was this intentional?”

Kihyun shot you a glare, flicking some strands out of his forehead. “We’re not talking about this.”

You nodded. “If it makes you feel better.”

“At least I didn’t try to hit on you.”

“I didn’t—!”

“You hit on Kihyun?!” Jooheon asked, scandalized, when you were strolling the mall the next day. Minhyuk had convinced you to come out with him, Jooheon and Shownu, which didn’t happen all that often since Minhyuk tended to be a homebody himself. But he’d claimed that you couldn’t make stories at home and you supposed he had a point there.

“Totally did,” Minhyuk answered in your stead, his eyes wandering over the things on display in the shop windows. 

“You made me do it in the first place.”

“Oh, don’t push the blame on me. I said someone, not Kihyun.”

“So, did he reject you?” Shownu chimed in, genuine concern in his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Shownu, I wasn’t actually hitting on Kihyun.”

He nodded understandingly. You didn’t think he actually understood at all, but you also didn’t want to dwell on the topic any longer, so you tried to steer the attention away by pointing out the karaoke stage that was set up a little further down the hall. A few people were gathered around it, but not too many since the mall wasn’t very crowded overall.

“That’s so perfect,” Minhyuk exclaimed and you knew from the color of his voice that you wouldn’t like what was going to follow. “I think y/n should sing Last Christmas to commemorate her painful rejection.”

“I didn’t get—and Christmas is over anyway!”

“Only if you let it be over,” Jooheon tutted. “It can always be Christmas in your heart.”

“Agreed,” Minhyuk nodded.

Your eyes wandered to the stage. It would surely be a story, you supposed. But you weren’t sure it would be the kind you wanted—you weren’t the best singer out there nor did you fancy being the center of attention.

“Wanna sing together?” Shownu offered, following your gaze.

“No way, not happening,” you declined maybe a little too quickly. “I’d sound even worse next to you with your silky voice.” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Shownu started but you just shook your head.

“You wouldn’t be saying this if you’d heard me sing before.”

Jooheon put his hand on Shownu’s shoulder. “Trust her on this.”

“Rude!” you complained with a laugh, boxing him in the side.

“You said it yourself!”

“It’s different when someone else does!”

“Anyway,” Minhyuk interrupted, jogging back to the three of you. You hadn’t even noticed he’d run off but maybe you should have paid more attention. He was smiling widely. “I signed you up, it’s your turn next.”

“I really hate you.”

“You really don’t, though.”

As he predicted, you were called on stage a few minutes after and you definitely did not want to be doing this. You held onto the mic with shaking hands when the song started playing and you timidly started to sing. It was truly awful and you were convinced these would be the longest 4 minutes and 22 seconds of your life. But then Minhyuk started to sing along loudly, making the people around him join in, until the little crowd in front of the stage was singing and laughing along with him (with you, he would argue later, but that was just flattery). It was stupid—after all he was the one who had made you do this in the first place—but knowing he wasn't going to leave you alone with it somehow made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. With everyone singing together, it wasn’t humiliating at all. Instead it was becoming pretty fun and you soon found yourself gaining some confidence, belting out the (wrong) notes and moving your body to the music. You were still laughing and full of adrenaline when you were coming down the stage, and so was the audience as they clapped and let you through to your friends. Jooheon held out his hand for a high five and Shownu gave you a thumbs up.

“You’re not that bad of a singer,” he insisted, making Jooheon snort. 

“It’s okay, you can stop lying now,” you giggled while Minhyuk linked arms with you. 

“I knew you could do it,” he said all proud, slightly nudging you in the side.

"Oh, come on, I barely did anything."

"No, you did plenty. Be a little proud!"

The door to Shownu, Hyungwon and Jooheon’s apartment wasn’t locked when you arrived, so you let yourself in, glad to escape the cold. You heard the guys as soon as you were inside, Minhyuk’s voice especially standing out in between the chatter that was coming from the living room. You quickly slipped out of your shoes and coat before making your way to where Minhyuk, Kihyun, Jooheon and Changkyun were already sitting on the floor, munching on sweet and savory treats and looking at something on Jooheon’s phone.

“Where is the rest?” you asked, instead of a greeting.

“Hyungwon is late as usual,” Jooheon replied with a shrug.

“But he lives here.”

Shownu huffed a small laugh as he came into the room with some soda and cups in his hand that he set down next to the snacks. “He’s grabbing some soju from the store,” he explained helpfully before taking a seat on a pillow and handing one to you too. You’d barely gotten comfortable when your phone lit up with a message from Minhyuk, which, considering he was sitting across from you, barely a meter away, didn’t make a ton of sense. You unlocked your phone anyway to take a look. 

Surprise everyone in this room, it said.

You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. What does that mean?, you mouthed at him, and he promptly started typing again.

Think of something. Do something daring.

He poked out his tongue at you and you started to question your sanity for still going along with this silly game. Maybe you should call it quits already, singing in front of a (half empty) mall should be enough of a story, right?

Still, you couldn’t just let it go, a weird sense of pride telling you not to lose. So, you were looking around the room for inspiration. You’d  for sure think of something daring to do. You'd surprise everyone. You’d surprise him.

You hadn’t come up with an idea yet when Hyungwon came back, complaining about the cold outside and warming up his frozen fingers in your neck, earning him a screech from you and amused laughter from Minhyuk. For someone who was supposed to be your best friend Minhyuk seemed to have plenty of fun at your expense. Not like you were seriously bothered by it—the two of you had always been like that. But it was high time to get back at him. Perhaps you could kill two birds with one stone tonight.

With the soju being poured in generous amounts and most of your friends being crackheads either way, the atmosphere felt light and you were buzzing with laughter and alcohol. Minhyuk had been sticking to soda, but he never needed to drink to loosen up, so he was leisurely laughing with everyone and snacking on the box of pocky sticks in front of him. That gave you some sort of idea, not the best idea honestly, but to be fair unlike Minhyuk you hadn’t abstained from drinking so you weren’t exactly in your right mind. When Minhyuk reached for the last pocky in the box, you interrupted him with a decided “Gimme that.”

Instead of aborting mission, he seemed to bring it to his lips even more quickly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes when he mumbled out a “Sorry, too late” around the pocky stuck between his teeth. You hadn’t expected anything less though. Without thinking, you crawled over to him, grabbed his face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks together and making him look at you. 

“I don’t mind,” you said before nonchalantly taking a bite of the pocky, and then in a whisper that only Minhyuk could hear, you asked “Surprised?” He didn’t get the chance to reply though, because you were already scooting back to your pillow.

“Y/n!” Jooheon blurted out, “First Kihyun and now Minhyuk? Is no one safe from you? Am I next?” He dramatically crossed his arms in front of his chest as if to cover himself. The other guys broke out in laughter and you joined in, but the laughter got stuck in your throat when your gaze met Minhyuk’s. He was staring at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, the half eaten pocky still stuck between his teeth. 

“Can’t believe you’re taking her away from me after we only just got started,” Kihyun joked along, lightly bumping into Minhyuk’s side. That made him snap out of his trance. He huffed a halfhearted laugh. “I think it’s reasonable to have second thoughts about dating a literal orange,” he teased.

“Come on, let’s stop it with the jokes,” Changkyun interrupted with a light pout, seemingly more offended about it than Kihyun himself. “It looks fine.”

 “I agree, it suits him,” Shownu nodded and with that the topic seemed to be done. The pocky topic too was off the table, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The look on Minhyuk’s face wouldn’t leave your mind. You hadn’t really thought much of it when you’d done it—you’d just wanted to surprise him—but now you wondered if you had crossed a line? The two of you were usually touchy but perhaps this was different to him. Perhaps it was different to you, too, because why else would your chest suddenly feel so strange?

It was still on your mind when you got home that night and still when you were getting ready for the New Year's Eve party two days later. You’d planned to go to that party with everyone ages ago and even though you weren’t usually a New Year's Eve kinda person you’d been looking forward to it. But now you were suddenly feeling so nervous about it. You kept changing in and out of outfits just to end up settling for the first one after all, this strange voice in the back of your mind wondering if Minhyuk would like it. You’d never wondered about things like that before—Minhyuk had seen you at your worst, with greasy hair and tomato sauce on your sweatpants and it hadn’t bothered either one of you. But now things suddenly felt different, all because of a dumb pocky stick. You hadn’t seen or talked to him since and you kept worrying about whether things between the two of you had changed or if you were overthinking this by yourself.

The sound of your doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts, and a quick glance to the clock told you that it had to be the boys who had promised to pick you up. You hastily gathered your things and threw on your jacket before rushing to open the door.

“Oooh,” Jooheon nodded approvingly as he gave you a once over. “Looking good.”

You grinned. “Not bad yourself.”

He swooshed an imaginary strand of hair out of his forehead. “I knew the day would come when you’d fall for my charms.”

With a giggle you linked arms and made your way to where Shownu and Hyungwon were waiting in the car. The other three would drive there separately and you weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing because as much as you were nervous about meeting Minhyuk you were also dying to see him.

The ride to the party took your mind off things or a little bit though. Jooheon had connected his phone to the speakers and was playing upbeat music to get you all in the mood and it was more or less working. The party was already in full swing when you got there, loud music coming from inside the club and people standing outside to smoke. It was less than an hour until midnight, but that had been the plan from the get go. The real party only just starts at midnight, Jooheon had insisted, so it’s better not to come too early. 

The others were already inside, somewhere in the crowd. Hyungwon, Shownu, Jooheon and you got some drinks at the bar first and then split up to look for them. You agreed to meet up outside a few minutes before midnight, whether you found them or not, to see the fireworks. Obviously it would have been smarter to make that agreement with everyone beforehand, but somehow no one had thought of that and texting them now was fruitless since there was no reception inside the club. Hence, you pushed yourself through the crowd of dancing people, trying to spot your friends. You hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to find them, the location was a lot bigger and busier than anticipated, and slowly but surely you were running out of time. Maybe it was smarter to make your way outside now, to see the fireworks with the others. Maybe they’d already found them and were just waiting for you—but something was urging you to keep looking. It was silly, it was just New Year's Eve, but your chest was filled with desperation to find them. All three of them, you told yourself, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true. It was Minhyuk you wanted to find. It was him you wanted to spend the last minutes of this year with.

Just when you wanted to go back to search the places you’d already searched to make sure you hadn't missed them, you felt someone grabbing your wrist and stopping you. 

“Y/n.” Minhyuk was standing behind you, a little breathless. Relief washed over you. “I was looking for you,” you said, your voice barely audible over the loud music. Minhyuk understood you anyway. He smiled. “Me too.”

For a moment you just looked at each other and there was this weird tingling feeling in your stomach. He was still holding onto your wrist but you didn’t try to pull away.

“You look pretty,” he eventually said and it made your heart skip a beat. Jooheon had complimented you earlier too, but this felt completely different. At a loss of how to respond, you averted your gaze.

“The others are outside,” you changed the topic. “We’ll miss the fireworks.”

“Yeah.” Still, he didn’t show any intention to move.

Suddenly the music stopped, and the people around you started cheering excitedly before collectively yelling a loud TEN!

Your gaze shot back to Minhyuk whose eyes had never left you.

 NINE!

 He leaned in a little. 

EIGHT!

“Surprise me,” he whispered right into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

SEVEN!

He pulled away again.

SIX!

You stared at him with wide eyes, your gaze briefly flicking to his lips.

FIVE!

Your mouth felt dry.

FOUR!

Was he really implying what you thought he was implying?

THREE!

Your heart was racing in your chest like crazy.

TWO!

Only one way to find out. 

ONE!

You reached for his collar and pulled him closer, smashing your lips into his with a little too much fervor. He didn’t hesitate to bring his hands up to cup your jaw, kissing you back as the people around you celebrated and the music turned back on. You kissed until you felt out of breath, and even then you didn’t go far, his forehead resting against yours.

“Is this good enough of a story to tell?”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” you replied. “This is better than a story.”

He broke into a smile, crinkles forming around his eyes and his gums showing. “Is it?”

“Mhm,” you leaned in again to leave another peck on his lips. “It is.”

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The Tummy Makes Another Appearance

Monsta X

Pairing: Idol!Changkyun x Reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Requested?: nope!

Summary: I’m on that Changkyun tummy agenda 🥰just here to spread the love of Changkyun’s cute lil tummy

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Random texts with Monsta X

Ship: bsf!mx x reader Notes: mentions of food and gremlin energy

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Crown and Chrome - Chapter 5

Synopsis: You finally find out why Kihyun left you

Word count: 5k

Triggers: none

Author’s Note: I am sorry I had to make Jongho the villain

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The Past 

As your university semester drew nearer, the number of worries you had about the future began escalating. Kihyun could see it on your face every time you grew quiet and turned your gaze downward as if you literally didn’t want to see what was lying ahead of you.

Today, Kihyun had taken you shopping at your favourite mall. This mall included a number of high end stores, and with you being you, it was a given that you would always be more comfortable spending money than Kihyun, so you usually didn't ask him to accompany you. Hence why today, you were surprised when Kihyun called in the morning and told you to get ready to go shopping.

So now here you were, trying on what’s probably the 6th dress in the newest release of designs while Kihyun sat on a couch and waited for you to show your outfit. Kihyun liked to think he had the patience of a saint, but he had come here with a plan today. There was a store he wanted to take you to and he wanted to get there before the end of the day. 

Finally, you came out of the dressing room with all the outfits you tried. “I don’t know which one I should get,” you said with a frown.

Kihyun chuckled and shook his head. “I know even if you don’t buy it today, you’re going to go home and order it, or just wait until next weekend to come here again. Just buy all of it.” 

Satisfied with his response, you paid for all your items and asked the store to deliver them to your house since the bags would never fit on Kihyun’s bike. Then you left the store with Kihyun, holding his arm as he steered you to the store he had in mind. 

“You know, when I get my first car, we’ll finally be able to bring our shopping home,” you mused. 

Kihyun tapped your nose. “I think you mean your shopping, princess. Anyway, we’re here.” 

Kihyun took you into a high end jewellery store, heading straight for the counter. This was unlike him, he didn’t wear a lot of jewellery. Kihyun walked up to the very tall young man at the counter and explained he was there to pick up an order. 

The man looked up, flicked his gaze between Kihyun and you, and his features contorted to shock when he saw you. “Miss y/n, is that you? It’s been a long time!” 

Kihyun looked at you confused. You laughed and patted his arm before replying to the man, “Yeah it has been, Yunho, I didn’t have any events the last few months.”

“So I take it the order is for you then?” Yunho asked looking between you and Kihyun. 

Kihyun cast a desperate look at Yunho. You were not meant to know about this until next weekend when you leave for university. 

But to your credit, you laughed it off and told Yunho, “No, it’s my boyfriend’s order.” You leaned your head down on Kihyun’s shoulder and smiled brightly. 

Yunho’s lips curled into a teasing smile. “Boyfriend huh? Cute, very cute.” Yunho spoke while shuffling behind the counter to grab Kihyun’s order. “Does your family know yet?” 

Kihyun felt your grip on his arm tighten. He didn’t need to look at you to know your jaw was tensed as you spoke. “Uhh no, they haven’t met.” 

Yunho slid a small bag across the counter with a sad smile. “Perhaps it’s for the best, eh?” 

“Well I mean, didn’t your parents accept your decisions finally?” You offered weakly. 

“Oh y/n,” Yunho said. “I chose to become a jewellery designer instead of a doctor. Being around diamonds and being with a diamond in the rough are two very different things.” 

Later that night, as you and Kihyun were lying in bed at his house, Kihyun continued thinking about what Yunho said. He stared at the ceiling, one hand behind his head and the other drawing patterns on your back while you lay your head on his chest. Speaking more to the room than you, he asked, “Are you happy with me, y/n?” 

You lifted your face up from his chest and answered quickly with no hesitation. “Of course I am. Why would I not be?” You furrowed your brows as you scanned his face. “Where is this coming from, baby?” 

“Nothing,” Kihyun mumbled without meeting your eyes. 

You drew yourself up onto your elbows and crawled up higher so you and Kihyun could be face to face. “Does my family bother you?”

“What? No,” Kihyun replied. 

You smiled softly down at him as you brushed some hair off his forehead. “You’re not very convincing… but tell me this. Have you ever seen my parents in the house? Have you ever seen me interact with either of them?”

“No…” Kihyun answered slowly. 

“Exactly. They don’t pay that much attention to me. But you on the other hand,” you paused to kiss his forehead, “give me all the attention I want, and I couldn’t be happier.” 

Kihyun smiled and picked up your hand from his hair to kiss it and held it above his heart. He then said, “I am glad you feel that way y/n. I want to be able to make you happy. Every single day.”  

“And you do. You make sure I eat, you reassure me when I am studying and can’t understand something. Plus you always turn up for all the boring errands I have to run. I don’t think there’s much else I could ask for,” you said while your fingers drummed against his chest soothingly.

You scooted back down to lie on his chest and continued your explanation. “Above all else, you make me feel protected.”

“Um princess, just because I am a biker, doesn’t mean I fight like one,” Kihyun replied. 

You smacked his chest lightly. “You know that’s not what I mean. Besides, wasn’t it you who said I have absolutely no regard for my physical safety?” 

“Babe, I think everyone who has ever met you would say the same,” Kihyun teased. 

“Yeah ok fine.” You rolled your eyes. “But what I meant is that I feel like nothing bad could happen to me when I'm with you. And if something has gone wrong, being with you just makes everything better. It’s like you keep me away from all the bad things in my life.” 

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair while he worked through his thoughts out loud. “I don’t think I deserve praise like that. I don’t even know if I deserve to be with you.” 

You buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t say that. I don’t need you to give me everything in life. I just need you to keep loving me.”

The Present

Minhyuk, San and Wooyoung were all seated on the couches in the CEO’s office now. So far, you had explained all the good things that ever happened with Kihyun. 

“So he was your first love then?” Minhyuk asked. 

“More like her only love,” Wooyoung retorted. 

“No, she actually had a pretty good run with Jongho. Her mother even started telling her to invite him on vacations,” Minhyuk explained.

Wooyoung rubbed his hands together. “Man that dinner with the navy is going to be good. Kihyun and Jongho going toe to toe…” 

San smacked Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Bro she’s still your CEO, don’t say shit like that.”

Minhyuk ignored the two and asked you, “So how did you and Kihyun end things? We know it wasn’t on good terms but what happened?” 

“He left me. Simple as,” you replied with a shrug. 

“Left you? What, were you two married or something?” Wooyoung asked giggling. 

“No, he just stopped talking to me one day,” you replied. 

“Damn. That is cold. And low,” San said. 

“No wonder you can’t even look at him during our meetings now,” Wooyoung said. 

Minhyuk nodded along and added, “Glad someone else noticed.” 

Everyone was quiet for a minute, until San said, “You should wear your sapphire earrings tonight and mess with his head, especially after what Wooyoung pulled in the elevator.”

The other two men turned to you for an explanation.

The Past

The night before your first classes, you and Kihyun were at his loft, spooning on his bed. 

“I can’t take you to your first class tomorrow morning, but I know you’re going to do fine,” Kihyun said. 

“I hope you’re right. But hey at least I studied over the holidays right?” You said.

Kihyun placed a couple kisses along your shoulder. “Honey, you know you didn’t have to do that. At this rate, you’re going to be able to write your exam with your eyes closed.”

You turned around in his arms to face him. Kihyun’s gentle, content smile faded when you pouted and asked, “What if you forget me while I am gone?” 

Kihyun tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Princess, why would you think that?”

“Because you’ll keep working and racing, but I am going to study. You’re going to live your life independently, while I intern at my parents’ company,” you replied. 

“But there's nothing bad with that, is there?” Kihyun asked. “You know you can come to my warehouse any time, except…”

“Except when I have class, I know,” you sighed. 

Kihyun chuckled and continued. “If I am free, I can take you to class, or pick you up after? We can still do everything we’ve done all summer.” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said a little dejectedly and nuzzled your face into Kihyun’s chest.

Kihyun ran his fingers through your hair. “Don’t fall asleep baby. I still need to take you home.”

You whined and wriggled in his hold. “Can’t we just stay like this?” 

“Alright. Just a little longer then, my love,” Kihyun said and pulled you in tighter. 

When Kihyun did take you home, the time you spent saying goodbye outside your house was longer than the ride there. You were sitting sideways on his parked motorbike as he braced his hands on either side of your hips. You looped your hands around his shoulders, content to just stare at his beautiful face. 

“I can see your roots now,” you giggled when you saw the streetlight fall on Kihyun’s hair. 

“Mmm, remember that time you tried to dye it for me and got Cheeto fingers?” Kihyun grinned. 

“I can’t believe you wanted a photo of me like that,” you said, smiling while looking down at your feet.

Kihyun placed his hands on your waist and said, “Hop down for me.” Once you did, he reached behind you to open the under-seat compartment of his motorcycle and took out a photo album. “This is for you.” 

Curious, you took the album and started flicking through it. Pictures of you filled the pages, including the one of you with Cheeto fingers. Eventually the pages turned blank. 

As if reading your mind, Kihyun said, “I left that section blank so you could add your favourite photos. Do you like it?”

 “Kihyun… this is…” you gasped, struggling with your words. “Just… come here.” 

You hooked your hand behind his neck and pulled his lips down to yours. As you sucked on his lower lip, he pushed his hips toward yours to hold you against his motorcycle. He leaned down further into the kiss, causing you to momentarily lose your footing. Your little surprised squeak was lost within the kiss as Kihyun entered his tongue into your mouth and made slow movements along the inside of your lips while you arched your back and practically clung to his shoulders.

When you both broke apart, breathless with puffy lips, Kihyun traced your cheekbone and the shell of your ear with his hand, his thumb finally reaching the little pearl earrings you were wearing.

“Pretty,” he breathed as he played with them. “There’s something for you at the end of the album.”

You opened the album again, leaning it against Kihyun’s chest while you flicked to the back. There was a thick envelope attached. Opening it, you found a pair of earrings with teardrop shaped blue stones. 

“Will you put them on for me princess?” Kihyun asked as he tried to peer down at your face to gauge your reaction.

You nodded, and pulled out the little card the earrings were attached to.

“Can I take these off you?” Kihyun asked as he lifted his fingers to your pearl earrings.

“Okay.”

Kihyun gently pulled the clasp off each, and tucked the earring into his palm before fitting your new ones on you. When he was done, he scanned your face, admiring your new look. “You look amazing, just like always.”

When Kihyun took your hand to place your old earrings in them, you stopped him. “Keep it. Get Yunho to make them into cufflinks or something.”

The Present

As you got ready for the dinner, you thought over San’s suggestion. Eventually, you gave in and removed your diamond hoops to slide on Kihyun’s sapphire drop earrings before driving your car to the restaurant. The other executives were already waiting at the restaurant for you when you arrived. 

Minhyuk waved you over once he saw you. “Miss y/n, you changed your earrings,” he said with a coy smile. 

You smiled at the ground and nodded. Leave it to Minhyuk to cause just the right amount of chaos.

“Whoever picked them had a good eye eh?” Minhyuk said, glancing at Kihyun.

Kihyun’s eyes locked with yours at that moment, both of you searching each other’s faces for a reaction that neither of you were willing to give. Kihyun looked away first, and played with the cufflinks of his suit jacket.

“Shall we go in then, Miss y/n?” Kihyun asked and you nodded.

Kihyun walked beside you, looking straight ahead as he led you and the other executives through to the restaurant.. It was the closest you’d stood to him in a long time, so you took the opportunity to give him a sidelong glance and take in his features. Simply put, you were staring, until you eventually got lost in his beauty. 

“You look good, y/n.” Kihyun whispered, more to himself than you.

“Hmm what huh?” You blinked, your reverie disrupted when you saw Kihyun speak but didn’t quite catch his words.  

Kihyun turned, scanned your face for a few seconds, then smiled. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

He pushed open the door to a private room at the restaurant where the navy officers were already waiting, seated at the table. You immediately recognised Jongho but found another familiar face beside him. 

“I.M.?” You gasped to yourself. 

Changkyun stood up and walked around the table to you. “Yes noona, it’s me. Technically, it’s Commodore Im now, but you can call me Changkyun. IM was just my racing name.”

“I had no idea you went into the navy! And you’re an officer now? That’s amazing,” you gushed, happy to see a familiar face. 

Behind you, Hoseok said to Kihyun, “Looks like your friend is hers now. She really does know everyone who is a someone.”

Kihyun clenched his jaw, but nodded. It’s not like he was worried Changkyun was flirting with you, but the fact that you were gushing over someone from your racing past while acting like you didn’t even remember Kihyun when he first saw you, was irking him off. He walked up to you and Changkyun and touched your arm to get your attention. 

Noticing Kihyun’s hand on your arm, Changkyun said, “Hyung, I didn’t know you got back together with noona.”

Instead of saying what he needed to, you and Kihyun sprang apart with his hand jolting off your arm. You knew Jongho at the table saw that. As did the rest of your executive team. You cleared your throat and spoke first, trying to reduce the awkward tension. “We’re not. He’s my investment director.”

“And she’s here on business today. Call her Miss y/n,” Kihyun told Changkyun, his voice growing steadily colder as he held Changkyun’s gaze. 

You left Kihyun and Chankgyun to stare down at each other, moved toward the table and pulled out the chair at the middle to sit down. Your executive team followed suit and filled in the spaces beside you. Once they were comfortable, you turned to Minhyuk on your right. “Can you get things started?”

So Minhyuk opened a portfolio and took the navy officers through the architecture department’s designs. Hoseok stepped in each time a question was asked so Minhyuk wouldn’t have to lose his train of thought. The cost related questions were always directed to Kihyun. Hyunwoo and you sat observing it all. Finally, Minhyuk closed his portfolio and looked to you. It was your turn to grill the officers. 

And usually, you would go about this in a calm, professional manner, but today, that was proving to be difficult.

“In order to proceed, my firm will need confirmation on by the end of the week,” you stated.

“And you’ll get it,” Jongho said without looking up from his notepad. You noted his insignia was that of a lieutenant.

You pursed your lips. “That didn’t sound reassuring,” you accidentally muttered out loud.

Thankfully (or not), Kihyun heard you and told Jongho, “MX can scrap the tender if we don’t receive confirmation.”

Jongho scoffed and pointed at you with his pen. “No you won’t. That one could never pass up a good deal.” 

Your executives could sense the tension. Hyunwoo’s jaw was clenched, Kihyun’s eyes were narrowed and Hoseok was rubbing his knuckles together. Beside you, Minhyuk scrawled something on a sticky note and slid it over to you: stay calm, we’ll handle it. You looked between your executive team and nodded. 

“MX has always made the most of resources its been given. Surely you can’t blame us for that,” Hyunwoo began, diplomatically.

“If you’re such a successful company, why would you need a government contract?” Another officer asked. His insignia said he was a commander.

You knew that question was intended for you as the CEO. The answer was simple: profit. But what’s a tactful way to say “military contracts pay big bucks?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Minhyuk tapped your wrist. Wait, he was silently telling you.

Just then, Hoseok stepped in. “MX is looking to expand the range of projects it takes on. Our portfolio is currently very heavy on commercial property.”

“Think of it as a defensive portfolio,” Minhyuk added, ever the mood-maker.

Kihyun rolled his eyes at the pun. Changkyun watched as you stifled a giggle and smirked, looking between you and Kihyun. 

He then leaned down the table and asked, “Commander, is your question satisfied?”

“Yes, Commodore,” the lower ranked commander responded.

“Any more questions?”

“Yes, actually,” Jongho said, licking his lips as he spoke. “How does our y/n plan to handle any personal conflicts of interest during this project?” 

“Excuse me?” Kihyun hissed, cocking his head. Minhyuk and Hoseok exchanged a worried glance.

You exhaled sharply through your nose and asked. “Is there a conflict of interest you’d like to expand on, Lieutenant? Or perhaps the Commodore?” You asked, looking between Jongho and his superior, Changkyun. 

“I see no conflicts,” Changkyun shrugged. 

“Commodore, are you aware the CEO of this firm has had two personal relationships with people on this table?” Jongho asked. 

Now Changkyun looked confused. Two? Changkyun only knew of Kihyun.

Hyunwoo cleared his throat, hoping to be the peacemaker. “Miss y/n has many close relationships with industry figures. Its simply a byproduct of her schooling.”

“Oh y/n, how many men did you go through?” Jongho shook his head and cackled to himself. 

“Lieutenant,” Changkyun warned. “This matter is not relevant.” He bowed his head to you. “I deeply apologise, Miss y/n.”

You heard the slamming of papers beside you from Kihyun. He was seething. “If there is anyone here that cannot handle past personal relationships, its you. This whole meeting, you have not once addressed Miss y/n properly. Instead, you demean her for a series of personal, non-business related, and need I say harmless, choices from her past. I think it’s very clear that this contract…”

“Yoo Kihyun,” you warned, getting him to stop his tirade before he said something you knew your company would regret.

“Oh this is hilarious. Y/n finally found the man who would protect her. Is that why you hired him? And not just him but that blondie too, passing you notes like it’s 4th grade?” Jongho mocked. 

“Mmmm, alright, I see how it is,” you rolled your eyes and drawled. 

Hoseok nudged Minhyuk almost excitedly. They knew this voice was reserved for when you were going to tear someone apart.

So you loosened a breath and began. ”Alright, Jongho, let’s talk about my personal relationships. If you and I ever had a meaningful personal relationship, then you would know that I draw the line with you insulting my staff. My architecture heads can cover projects in every single architectural discipline. My head engineer has had recruiters seek him out internationally. And my head of investments, the one you say I have a personal relationship with, has handled deals totalling more than this entire state’s military budget. But since you didn’t know any of that, it looks like we never had a meaningful personal relationship.”

Minhyuk smiled openly and proudly while watching you. Kihyun snickered behind his hand.

Taking a breath, you delivered the final blow. “Now Jongho, let me show you what a personal relationship looks like.” You faced Changkyun, and said in a sickly sweet voice, “Changkyunnie, will you do your noona a favour and get her ex-boyfriend to leave?”

Even the calm Hyunwoo’s jaw dropped open when he heard that. Several officers’ eyes widened too. 

Changkyun held you gaze, smirking proudly while he spoke. “Lieutenant, you’re dismissed.” 

The meeting wrapped up quickly after that. Chankgyun apologised several more times for his lieutenant’s behaviour and the remaining officers didn’t even make eye contact with you. Minhyuk would say that’s equal parts because of your speech and because of Kihyun glaring at anyone who looks your way. At the end of the meeting, Changkyun agreed to review your tender and forward you the contract to look over and sign if you still wished to proceed.

Outside the restaurant, the executives all headed to their own cars, making small talk as they went. 

“What’s everyone’s weekend plans?” Hyunwoo asked while stretching his arms in the parking lot. 

“My son’s visiting,” Hoseok replied. “His wife is pregnant now actually.”

You gasped excitedly. “Hoseok, that’s wonderful to hear. Let me know when to send something for the baby shower okay?”

Minhyuk laughed at that. “Look at you y/n, living vicariously through us. If you just want to buy small cute things, say that.”

“You know…” Hoseok began with a glint in his eye. “Y/n might not need to live vicariously anymore. I think she has someone, eh?” 

“What? No, no, it’s not like that,” you laughed, a little awkwardly since you weren’t sure who the someone Hoseok was referring to was. To move things along, you prompted the others to share their weekend plans as well.

“I'll just work on my bike probably,” Kihyun said with a shrug.

“Bike? Did you know y/n is into that as well? She has a whole garage actually,” Hyunwoo said. 

Kihyun’s interest piqued at that. Since when did you have your own garage? You never did any work on bikes back when you were 20. When did you start? 

“Well I am just going to sleep. Maybe get lunch with Hyungwon,” Minhyuk added, while rummaging for his keys. By now, all five of you had reached your vehicles, all of which were parked close to each other. 

“Sounds fun,” you said with a nod as you watched Minhyuk get into his horrendously yellow car that matched his sunshine personality. 

Hoseok did the same, moving to his black Range Rover. As he unlocked the door, he turned round and said, “I almost forgot y/n. Enjoy your date this weekend.” 

“Uh sorry, date?”

“Ah so it’s still the early stages then? That’s okay, you two will make a cute couple,” Hoseok said, while getting comfortable in his car. 

Hyunwoo, who never kept up with the gossip, looked at you incredulously. “Oh have you met someone recently? What’s he like?” 

“Didn’t you know? It’s Wooyoung from investments. You know, that boy that’s always hanging out with San,” Hoseok explained to Hyunwoo while he started his engine.

“Ahhh, I see, so you finally allowed San to set you up with someone. I’m sure he’s a very handsome fella then, just like San,” Hyunwoo replied as he too got into his car. 

You didn’t get a chance to explain before both Hoseok and Hyunwoo closed their car doors, waved goodbye and drove away. 

This left you and Kihyun in the parking lot. 

Kihyun cleared his throat, and approached a motorbike that had been hidden behind the cars earlier. As Kihyun was putting on his helmet, he said, “I’ll get going then, y/n. See you…” 

“I am not dating Wooyoung,” you blurted out, cutting off Kihyun. 

Kihyun paused. So then what had he seen on the elevator during lunch? Kihyun swallowed and tried to speak tactfully. “I see. It’s okay. If this is about what Jongho said during dinner, don't worry, nobody is mad at you.” 

You looked down at you feet to collect you thoughts before speaking. “I didn’t quite mean it like that but… oh well, doesn't matter.” 

“Yes it does. I wish it went smoothly today. Then you wouldn’t have to be humiliated by Jongho like that,” Kihyun said with an edge to his voice. “I should have looked into it more when you said he was in the military.”

“Aww Ki, it’s not your fault,” you said gently, taking a step closer to him. Kihyun almost second guessed it when he heard the cute nickname, but you didn't seem to have noticed what you said as you continued speaking. “I am still grateful you had a contact.” 

Kihyun chuckled softly. “Well, I think my so-called contact liked you more than he liked me.” 

“True. I never thought your contact would be someone I’d recognise. Plus, we got lucky that Changkyun is a commodore,” you mused.

“Yeah he joined the navy sometime around when I sold the warehouse,” Kihyun added as he leaned against his bike, content to continue what was probably the longest conversation you two had shared so far.  

You cocked your head, processing his words. “Wait, sold the warehouse? When was that?” 

Kihyun’s eyes widened realising his mistake. “Uhh what I meant is I sold a warehouse, but it wasn’t mine.” 

He pushed off his bike and stood up straighter while you made quick strides to him and closed the distance between you two. He didn’t make an attempt to move away from you. You stood so close you could could’ve caged him with you arms if they weren’t occupied by your bag.

He studied your face as you looked up at him with your brows scrunched. Kihyun wasn’t sure what you were about to do, and he was shocked by how cold your voice was when you spoke., “But you did sell your warehouse. The one we always met in.” 

Kihyun didn’t reply. Neither could he meet your gaze at that.

You gave a mirthless chuckle and continued. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out? It took one day, one fucking day and a report my colleague handed me to find out what happened. To find out exactly who you sold that warehouse to.”

You were angry. You were hurt. Kihyun could see the tears pooling in your eyes and how you were clenching your fists. “Y/n, it’s not what you think,” he began. 

You stepped even closer to him, chests almost brushing. “I am not an idiot Kihyun. That warehouse was private property, your property, and MX acquired it. My firm. You’ve seen me study property law so you know I know what that means.” 

You started accentuating words with your fist so Kihyun clasped both of your clenched hands gently and brought them to his chest. “Y/n, baby, I was just trying to protect you.” 

“What were you trying to do? Make me chase you by leaving the rights to that entire plot of land under my mother’s company? Was it to stake some claim so you could come crawling back one day?” 

“Please, y/n, it’s not like that,” Kihyun said, biting his lip and looking down. 

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that?” Your voice became lower, punctuated with angry hisses. “You fucking sold your warehouse to my mother’s company, and disappeared without another word to me, asshole.” 

“You’re right, princess, and you have every right to be mad at me,” Kihyun moved your closed fists to one hand and reached out to cup your face with his other hand, but you stopped him.

You loosened one of your hands from his grasp to grab his wrist and push his hand away from your face. “You don’t get to call me princess, not after what you did.” 

“Baby, please believe me, it was the only way I could protect you,” Kihyun pleaded. He still kept one of your hands on his chest, while you brought his hand down to his side and lightly linked your fingers together. 

In a more measured voice than earlier, you said, “Do you know what it was like to walk into that warehouse and find it empty? Do you know how it felt when the first project they gave me at MX was to redevelop your warehouse like it meant nothing to me?”

“Y/n, I am sorry. For everything,” he said.

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been posting every day on the work tumblr, @1332knitweardesignhouse

However, I am streamlining some memories that I have written down and fleshing out part of other things. I hope to be able to post a few teasers later today.

The first is name "Reunion". It's a fiction about reunion between a past life family. Fair warning, it is a kpop fic.

The second is named "Reforged". This the prequel to "Reunion" and a sequel to "Ballad of Ghost and Guard".

Thanks so much for your understanding.

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Take My Picture~ Changkyun 2

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 1.5k

Includes- sex, riding, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole @wisejudgedragonhairdo

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Changkyun POV

I slowly lift up my shirt, exposing my hard earned abs, looking at the camera as the photographer takes a picture

"Serious face", he says

I school my features into a serious yet soft look, the camera shutter going off over and over

I quickly glance at my girlfriend, who's standing behind the photographer

She's glaring at me, her arms crossed

I'm a little confused

Why is she angry?

Is she angry at me?

I'm a little thrown off, but I keep posing for the shoot

As soon as I finish, I look around for her but she's not out on the beach

Did she go inside?

Why didn't she wait for me?

I head to the small building we're using as a place to dress and get hair and makeup to look for her

She's not in the dressing room we're using

There's only like three more rooms in this building so I start heading to the next one to look for her

Passing by the third room, I find her pacing inside

Opening the door, I walk inside, closing it

"Joanne, are-"

I don't even finish what I'm saying before her lips are on mine, kissing me

Fuck

Yes

I kiss her back, my arms going around her

She starts undoing my belt and pants, maneuvering me to the little couch that's in this room

She drops my pants and boxers, pushing me on the couch

I'm so fucking excited

Sitting down, she climbs on me, lifting her short skirt, pulling her panties to the side

I grip her hips helping her slide down my cock

"Oh fuck", she moans, shaking

"Fuck", I groan, pleasure running through me as she starts bouncing on me

Fuck yes

Her hand glides in the back of my hair and she pulls my head back against the couch

She kisses my neck all over, leaving all my nerves on fire

"You bad boy", she growls, "Showing off your body like that, knowing I'm right there"

"Jagi", I whimper, pleasure taking over every cell in my body

"You did it on purpose. You did it so I would jump on you the first break and fuck you", she continues, rolling her hips, her tight cunt taking me back in

Fuck, so good

"Admit Kyunnie", she urges, bouncing slightly "Or I'm not gonna fuck you"

"Yes", I admit, immediately

There is no way she's getting off me right now

No way

I need her pretty wet cunt to stay on me, ride me

"I did it so you'd fuck me jagi. Fuck just looking at you sitting there in your tiny dress, watching me. I wanted to fuck you right there"

"Not nice Kyun. That's the second time you've teased me. You're being mean again", she frowns, stopping all her movements

I know she's talking about the time I fucked her in the kitchen when the guys were in the dining room

I edged her a lot and didn't let her cum on my cock

But I did make it up to her later that night

I ate her cunt good and fucked her hard

Made her cum around eight times

"Sorry baby. Fuck I'm sorry. I won't be mean anymore. I promise"

"Are you sure?", she pouts, starting to move on me again

"I'm sure baby. Please fuck me", I beg

God she is the only girl I've ever begged to fuck me

The only one I will ever beg

She's my everything and I love her so much

"Ok Kyunnie", she says, pressing her lips to mine

She moves faster, slamming hard on me

Fucking hell, feels so good

She's so wet, it's all over me, the squelching sound of her pussy sucking me back in so loud and so pretty

Moving my hips to her ass, I grab her cute cheeks and help her ride my cock

She's pulsing so hard and I just want her cream all over me

Right now

"Cum for me baby", I murmur

"Changkyun, oh fuck yes", she yells, the pleasure of her orgasm amazing

God I love her screaming my name

"Yes baby, cry my name baby girl. Let everyone know who's cock make you feel this good"

"Kyun!"

She finishes but keeps bouncing and I thrust up into her spot when she comes back down

"Fuck", she moans

I slam hard in her over and over, going so deep into her, her cunt holding my shaft in a vice grip

She pants, slamming herself on my cock over and over, getting closer

"Cum on your cock jagi", I whisper in her ear

Thrusting in her as she bounces, she screams my name, coming and shaking

"Changkyun! Changkyun!"

I watch her cum in awe, seeing how beautiful she is

I love watching her cum

Always did

She's in such pleasure and she's leaning back so far, she starts falling backwards

My arms shoot out and I stop her, pulling her to me

I never had a girl cum as hard as she does

I love it and it feels incredible

When she finishes, I pull her off me, she whines, "No. I want back on"

"Get naked now", I order

I'm taking charge now

I let her dom me, now my turn

She pulls her shirt off, takes off her bra and skirt

I watch her strip while I take the rest of my clothes off too

"Get on your hands and knees"

She does exactly what I tell her, her pretty creamy cunt on display

"Good girl", I tell her, so turned on Getting behind her, I thrust inside her pussy, bottoming out instantly

"Yes Changkyun, oh my god"

I slam her again, hard but just once

"Kkk... Kyunnie more", she asks

Thrusting again, only once, I tell her, "No baby. I let you do whatever you wanted on my cock. Now it's my turn to fuck you how I want. And I want you to beg for it"

"You promised you wouldn't be mean!", she whines

"I lied", I smirk

Thrusting again, she moans loudly, her pussy clenching my cock so hard

"I don't hear you baby girl", I growl

"Please give me more Kyunnie. Please baby"

I pound into her hard but at a slow steady pace

The pleasure is amazing, the feel of her tight cunt spreading open for my cock at steady bliss

God I love ruining her

"Please Kyunnie. Wanna cum"

Shoving my cock all in, I grind and rock into her, my head rubbing on her spot

"Yes Kyunnie! Oh fuck", she moans, her body shaking

"Yeah baby girl. Feels so good", I praise her, letting her cunt clench me over and over

"More Kyunnie. I need your cock. Please"

"Ok jagi. You're being such a good girl, begging for me", I tell her, starting to pound slow but hard into her cunt

I watch her pretty slit open and strain around my cock, pouring cream down my length and that sight is fucking mind blowing

She's so little but she takes me so well

"Be my good girl baby and cum", I demand, pounding in her spot

I keep going slow, thrusting in her hard, one slam at a time

She throbs on me and I know the next slam will make her cum

I pull almost all out, then crash back into her, burying my cock right into her spot

"Changkyun!", she screams, coming hard, her arms and legs shaking

Pleasure hits me hard from her orgasm

God it feels amazing

"Good girl", I praise her

Her arms buckle and she starts to fall forward

"Stay up baby. I'm not done fucking you"

She straightens her arms, holding herself up

"Good baby"

Gripping her hips, I pound into her fast and hard

"Kyunnie!", she screams in pleasure, "Don't stop. Oh god don't stop"

I can't stop

I don't want the bliss to stop either

"Get tighter baby", I order and she squeezes my cock harder than before

Jesus, it feels so good pushing through her tightness

"Good girl. You're my good girl", I tell her, slamming away

I feel her getting ready and I can't wait for it

"Kyunnie!", she cries, coming and making pleasure wash over me

"Yes baby. More. I need more", I pant, still fucking her hard, "Cum again"

"Oh fuck!", I hear her moan, her throbbing getting more intense

"Baby listen to me. Cum again. Now!"

"Oh my god!", she shouts, her pussy coming again, drenching me in cream

I can't hold back, the pleasure is too much and I slam inside her, holding her on my cock while I cum hard inside her, filling her tiny cunt

"Joanne, baby girl. Fuck", I shout

When I finish, I pull out and sit back breathing hard while she lays down on her stomach

Laying on top of her, I kiss her shoulders, running my fingers all over her, feeling her skin trembles

She giggles, pushing into me and cuddling as much as she can

"Do you have to go back right now?"

I probably have to for group pictures but if she wants to cuddle they can wait a few minutes

"In a few minutes jagi. But I'll cuddle you until then"

She turns her body around to face me, smiling, "Yay"

My god she's adorable

"Kiss me Kyunnie"

Always

Lowing my mouth to hers I kiss her in a sweet and loving kiss

[1997yakul]

chapter 3: The Wolf

Men With Cold Exteriors and Kind Hearts, Among Other Great Sights

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summary: After getting a handle on things at your new job and putting your deposit down on your first apartment, you finally feel like you're proving your worth to the adult world. Only, is your catlike, hot, new boss (that smells too good) going to be an issue? Or, will it be the buff, delicate-mannered, heavy lifter that somehow just became your roommate? Either way-- this is fine, everything's okay, because you're grown now and you can figure it out....

Right?

(masterlist) ☆ (monsta x masterlist)

.｡.:*♡ Pairing: boss!changkyun x gender neutral reader ('pretty girl' is used once…sorry I simply couldn’t resist)

Word Count: 5.4k (chap1, chap2, chap3)

✧ Tags: chose your ending!, angst, humor, kissing, swearing, almost sexy time, absolutely broken changkyun iykyk, self doubt/worry/fear, alcohol consumption

✧ Notes: changkyun's ending !!! yippee enjoy

initially published on ao3 on july 11 2023

✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩

Right as the door shuts, you wag your finger repeatedly at Hyunwoo and he throws his arms up in an accusing manner, bobbing his head saying “He did not hear me!” before getting interrupted with your hand clamping over his mouth.

“He literally turned around! And you are too loud! Still!” He laughs, backing out of your hand.

✱

Kihyun and Chaeyoung meet you at the bus stop the Monday after and are cracking up at videos they took of each other at karaoke. There’s a small pang of sadness, courtesy of FOMO.

And then it swallows itself with warmth at the memory of a ride home from Changkyun.

Sitting alone in the seat across from them, you ask to see the videos. Kihyun is belting out some sad ballad and Chaeyoung is recording, creating a very unstable video that trembles with each one of her bouts of laughter.

Kihyun’s eyes widen after you share some of your night with Changkyun to them. Chaeyoung gasps, huddling close and in a hushed voice says, “No, dude— you’re literally dating at this point.” She points to you, shaking her head slowly. Kihyun agrees, mumbling about how shocked he is that anyone could get Changkyun to loosen up.

“I don’t know, I think we are like… friends now. He told me to call him by his first name.” You say, fumbling with a zipper on your bag. Kihyun and Chaeyoung laugh, shocked beyond words. “I’m serious! I’ll show you, I swear.”

By the time you arrive at work with Kihyun and Chaeyoung, Changkyun is in his office, only the top of his head visible upon entry to the floor. It’s the first time since he transferred here that you’ve come in and the shades have been drawn open on his office windows. His head ducked down so you can only see the slicked black hair slide down the back of his nape, feathering out before the collar of his shirt. He wears this grayish suit, a shade of purple peeks from under his ironed suit jacket. It’s powerful, maybe a muted prussian. The light enters the office from behind him, a window perfectly positioned for a view of the entrance. You’re sure it comes with a direct line of vision to his car. You wonder if Changkyun is one of those men that calls his car his ‘baby’ and boasts about it to other higher-ups using explicitly feminine terms in a grimy sort of fashion. You hope he doesn’t. You decide definitely not, but eventually remind yourself that men always seem to; slowly but surely— ease you into their very secretive misogynistic tendencies only after you’ve started really getting to know them. You’ve had your fair share of Tinder dates fall off the deep end because it turned out that ‘non-political’ just means ‘extremely right leaning, but I know if I set it as this I would get absolutely zero pussy. I’m compromising. Surprise! Let’s talk about Ben Shapiro for an hour at this janky pizza place.’ But, he’s certainly not like that… Well… Okay. Chill out. You don’t really know him, stop assuming. This is what happens when you let yourself indulge in your imagination.

You sit down, logging into your computer and clocking in. Chaeyoung says something about waiting for your ‘bestie’ to pop over, and just as she finishes her sentence, the door to Changkyun’s office swings open. He kicks down the door stopper and makes a b-line to your desk. Chaeyoung scrambles to sit down in time, gripping at her arm rests and accidentally launching a pen into the air.

It falls to the carpeted floor with a sad patter at Changkyun’s feet, a shiny pair of black oxford’s. He presses the toe of his shoe on the tip of the pen, flicking it up. He leans over and grabs it midair, his thumb and palm envelope it. Without ever looking Chaeyoung in the eye, he sets it on her desk. “Good morning.” She mumbles out, “Thank you, Mr. Im.”

He turns, laying his forearm along the divider between your cubicle and Chaeyoung’s. “Hello.” He greets, leaning over a little to meet your eye level better.

Your heart fills your chest, thumping hard enough that it reaches your ears. You swallow hard and turn to him. “Hi, Changkyun.”

He cocks his head a little, straightening up and adjusting his sleeve around his wrist. “Mr. Im, right?” He smiles, it’s a little too proud, and now you feel weak again. Kihyun’s expression grows weary. “Can you follow me to my office?” Suddenly, the calm sound of hushed voices and rustling papers halts, and a few heads turn to face you and Changkyun. Your mouth feels dry, and your palms begin to sweat.

“Sure, Mr. Im.” You stand slow, waiting for him to back up a little so you have more room to move— but he just holds his ground. You shuffle around your spinny chair until he starts making his way to his office, then you shove the chair aside and glance at your friends. They are both making crazy eyes, and Kihyun offers a shrug. You shake your head unknowingly.

“Close the door behind you, please.” He says, his voice always grumbling lowly, and you follow his cologne like it comes with a leash. He gives his shades a few twists, just to give a little more privacy. The room gets darker, and he pulls out the chair for you. “So,” he points to your seat before fixing his belt. He leans on the side of his desk, his name plaque new and shiny, gold. “I was wondering if you had any ideas for a company outing.”

“This isn’t about me calling you by your first name?”

He blinks a little dumbly before glancing out the windowed door, heads fire back to their computers at his silent command. “No, I mean. That too, but this means more to me.” He feels up and down his right arm. “Don’t call me that in the office, I’d prefer if we kept it formal at work, you know…” His eyebrows thread together, fighting as he tries to find the right words. “Please.”

You nod, two times very firmly. “Company outing, um…” Checking over to your right, Kihyun and Chaeyoung are peering over their dividers at you. “Well I know some employees really like karaoke.” He nods in agreement, his fingers brushing softly at the tip of his nose.

“And that would be fun, for everyone to go do karaoke?”

“Maybe, like, eat and then do karaoke? Just so it’s an easier warm up.”

He nods, motioning to the door. “Okay, thank you. I’ll take that into consideration.” You stand up, kind of bug eyed, and push the chair back in, leaving with your hands close to your sides. You let the door close quietly before speed walking back to your cubicle. Kihyun and Chaeyoung both lean in to hear what happened, and you wave them off, peeking back at Changkyun. He is nervously pacing around his office, his face adorning a stern, thoughtful look.

✱

It doesn’t take long for the plans to become final, Changkyun sets up a company outing for that Friday, saying it will boost morale and help him get to know everyone better.

Changkyun is about four shots in when he says he is done drinking. He’s got a red flush across his nose bridge and cheeks, and his jaw is looser than usual, not clenched or as serious as he usually keeps it. He says something along the lines of… “Finish this on your own, this is the best I’ll feel all night” or “This is the end for me, I’m perfectly tipsy.” You can’t exactly recollect the wording, but it does something to your stomach nonetheless. The IT guy who sits next to Changkyun laughs hard, obviously more drunk. He unbuttons the top two buttons on Changkyun’s shirt, saying it’s too hot for him to still be wearing his full suit. Changkyun agrees sheepishly, wiggling off his jacket and folding it over the back of his chair.

He runs his hands from his forehead to the crown of his head, stopping there for a moment to scratch a little at his scalp. His mouth fills up with hot air, releasing it through his nose. He rubs his knuckles over his top lip, catching any sweat forming and leans back in his chair. The front legs lift off the ground ever so slightly, and he unbuttons the third button of his shirt on his own. He grabs at the bottom of his papery button up and tugs firmly a few times, enough to get fresh air. His cologne trickles down the table, it’s warm now, usually cold. Humid, and slightly tepid. The room smells of alcohol and heat. Stuffy and masculine. Kihyun and Chaeyoung pass you a shot each, and you take them before your brain can conjure up a reason not to.

The guy sitting across from Changkyun laughs heartily before getting his words out, pointing a hand up in the air. “I have an idea.” He is as drunk as one could get, hiccuping embarrassingly between syllables. “Let’s just do, uhm… let’s all play Smash or Pass.” Changkyun wordlessly shakes his head ‘No,’ lifting an arm from his lap onto the table.

“I organized this, thanks to Y/N” Changkyun starts, his words soft and tender, hand movements flow wistfully. “This was meant to be a way for me to get to know you guys a bit better, I don’t want—”

“Okay, we all know who you’re smashing!” Someone shouts out from your end of the table, and Changkyun shouts back before he can process what he is getting himself into.

“Who would that be!?” He points at the guy asking, his eyebrows uneven and mouth loose. It’s quiet for a second, and Changkyun scans up and down the table to see if anyone really has the gall.

“Y/N.” Someone says obtusely, it’s a statement rather than a question or a suggestion, and a few other people laugh in agreement. Now the table has a weird air of uncomfortableness as people wait for Changkyun or you to respond. The only reason it’s not unbearably awkward is because you can assume not many people will remember this tomorrow. Chaeyoung laughs the absolute hardest, and Kihyun grabs at her shoulders to calm her down. Your body freezes, mid-sip and you blink once, eyes shifting to Changkyun.

His face slowly droops, eyebrows furrowing in a hurt way.

“You couldn’t get mamas in your dreams!!!” Chaeyoung yells, grabbing a wad of dirty napkin and throwing it limply in his direction. Her cry jumpstarts the ruckus once more. The tissue barely makes it an inch towards him, and he only evinces a weak snarl, recoiling ever so slightly.

“Chaeyoung!” You shout, setting down your glass hard enough that it splashes in the cup. “Stop that!” You are tipsy too, and the words can’t come like they would if you weren’t. You feel limp and defeated, and Changkyun’s expression is heartbreaking.

His jaw juts out slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he thinks, and the table grows quiet once again. His eyes scan back and forth down the table at the plates and glasses, shaking his head in disapprovement. “That is…” He stands up, pushing his chair back and stumbling around in his spot, the girl next to him puts her hands up to protect herself as he stabilizes, rocking back and forth slightly between his wobbly legs. He bites at his lip, finally scanning the faces at the table until he meets your eyes. You weren’t thinking about your expression before now, but from his reaction you can tell it was obviously some form of disgust. He shakes his head, “I’m really so sorry.” He says, and a few other people mumble out apologies around you.

He stands up, grabbing something from his pockets as he pushes the exit door open, and the table is met with the most awkward silence you have ever experienced. Two girls whisper amongst themselves, standing up and walking to the bathroom together. Tears spring just slightly at your eyes when you realize the importance of what just happened, and the effect it will certainly have on Changkyun and your friendship. The nice buzz is just setting in, and you stand up and force yourself to follow him out.

“Hi.” You say, gentle as you let the door fall closed behind you. His wide shoulders greet you before he can turn around, the few clicks of a lighter sound out before he turns to face you. A cool gust of wind passes you both by, and his shirt flaps harshly against his chest, his hair ruffled and fucked from him rutting his fingers back and forth through it. “It’s nice out here, wow. Less stuffy.” You smile the words out, hoping he’ll wordlessly agree to forget about the whole thing. He’s got a cigarette between his fingers and he looks down at you, silently. He huffs, exhaling towards the street so the smoke doesn’t hit you, but the wind brings it to your face anyway. You cough a little, eyes tingling as you lift your face up to see him. Tears have filled up his eyes to the brim. His face is dark, and he smirks slightly around his cigarette, using a free hand to untuck his shirt.

He chuckles, dropping his wrist to his thigh, holding his cigarette below. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, wiping his sleeve twice at each eye. You pull his arm down, fingers gripping at his sleeve. His eyes are red, cheeks still rosy. You run your thumb along his waterline, and he wets his lower lip. He taps a little at his cigarette, holding it down by his side.

“Shouldn’t I be the one crying?” You smile up at him, and he finally smiles back. You feel fuzzy. Light on your toes, you run your hand down his cheek, and he melts. His eyes close and his shoulders droop, face sinking into your palm, warm and calm. Two tears run down his cheeks onto your hand, splitting off down into the delicate texture of your skin. “You need this.” You whisper, and he smiles so slightly, face so tired and gaunt. You reach, slow around his waist up to his back, and run your hand down until his spine curves. He leans into you, folding over your shoulder limply. He says nothing, only settles into your body as his breathing slows. He uses one forearm to prop himself off of you, pressing his arm flat against the glass with a sharp 90 degree bend at his elbow, careful not to lean anymore weight on you. You would worry about your coworkers seeing you, but your buzz is perfect, he’s lovely, and the sheer curtains are doing enough for your own level of comfort.

He mumbles, folding an arm around your waist. “There’s so much I want to say, in another setting.” He’s heavy, but gravity feels fake, and there’s a lightness that encapsulates the both of you. “Just— just for now,” He exhales the last of his uneven breaths. “Please take your time with me.” His voice crumbles a bit, like he’s ashamed or knows it’s wrong to ask for this or behave this way with an inferior. The forearm pressed flesh against the glass drops, and he huffs, face craned next to your ear. He’s tired and mellows out over your shoulder, maybe it’s the first time he’s been this honestly exhausted with someone. Like the act is done and over. He’s not unapologetic about it, he’s just ashamed and tired. As if he doesn’t want to be perceived this way, but has realized he has no choice.

You can’t remember the last time you held someone who needed to be held as much as Changkyun. You wrap your arms around him too.

✱

A lot of the employees are missing when Changkyun and you return to your table in the restaurant. Kihyun is patting Chaeyoung on the back as she downs another noodle side dish. Changkyun’s demeanor is completely different, the last second you checked on him before entering the restaurant again, he was bent over and worn looking, like a worn teddy bear with not enough stuffing. Now he was tall and powerful, chest puffed slightly and eyes just a little puffy (he assured one of your coworkers it was the sodium). “So, karaoke?” He says, broadening his shoulders, finishing his suggestion by cupping his hands together. Kihyun mumbles something to Chaeyoung, but she yells out many mushed words of approval before processing anything he says.

“Shhh! It’s fine!” She fawns, twisting around to face Kihyun, who’s worried expression releases into satisfaction.

It’s not a karaoke session in Korea without Big Bang. Kihyun chooses something cheesy and melodic and Chaeyoung tells him to skip it before he gets a word out. They battle over the tambourine and Changkyun only joins in to break them up when Bae Bae comes on and he’s had another few drinks in him, he sings everything flat and his eyes bore holes into Kihyun as he helps Chaeyoung pull off her cardigan. The room is musty and hot, and there’s at least 8 or 9 of you smashed along the couch, exposed skin sticking to the sweating leather seats. Changkyun’s cologne still envelopes the room, and even if you close your eyes to calm down your bouncing heart rate, you smell him and the lavishness of his skin. The dry tobacco scent from his cigarette at the restaurant clings to him. He folds his fingers one at a time over your wrist to get you to stand, a limp tug like he wants you to get up, but isn’t telling you to. You get up anyway.

He points to you, singing T.O.P’s verse like he really means it, kind of wobbling around flimsily. He’s all goofy and sways around the hot room, and taking his free hand to touch those on the couch like he’s a genuine celebrity. You smile big, laughing every once in a while when he fucks up the lyrics and has to stop in his tracks and look back at the screen, having to hang up the charismatic facade as he figures out the words. Once he gets back in the swing of things, he acts like he never stopped in the first place. He’s hypnotic and beguiling like he has always been and rocks his head back and forth, exposing his neck, slicked with sweat like a sacrificial offering. He glances over at you just slightly when he sings “My body wraps around yours so perfectly” and you think it’s all profusely nostalgic, like maybe you dreamt of this as a dinky tween. The only problem is he breaks eye contact two seconds later and grabs hold of another employee and tugs at her sleeve to stand, but it's not like what he did with you earlier, this tug is demanding. He’s desperate. The irrepressible urge to scream grows in your throat, and you whisper to Kihyun that you’re going out to get some air.

It’s a good few breaths you take outside, like finally the cool air can hit you again like it did outside the restaurant. You pull out your phone to mindlessly scroll, just for a minute or two. The clock reads 22:27. Hyunwoo texts you a peculiar gif not a second later, it’s a very specific reference to a conversation you had with him earlier. It feels nice to know he listens so carefully. A gray bubble pops up before you can type a response. ‘How’s it going? Havin fun?’ You smile, your heart tugs a little and you feel grounded again. “Soooo much fun.” A voice grumbles behind you, and Changkyun leans over your shoulder, craning around your back and slipping his arms under yours, his hands folding over yours, fingers aligning as he begins to type for you. “Good?” He breathes out, and you have to turn your head away from him to calm down. Your heart thumps heavily, so heavy and powerful that it hurts, a low droning pain.

He doesn’t send the text before you can turn back around to face him, and he steps back a bit to stabilize himself. You hold your thumb on the backspace until each word disappears, and your eyes meet Changkyun’s for a moment before you look down to your feet. They’re heavy-lidded now, and his hair is still all sorts of fucked up. Your heart pumps at an unbearable rate, and you can hear your pulse through your ears. “Stop being so…” he exasperates, threading a hair behind your ear. Leans in, close enough for his breath to tickle, “…scared of me.”

You have to stretch a little to shake off the haze that’s settling over your mind, and his hands drag from under your arms down to the top of your hips, and they settle along them like they were made to be there all along. You open your mouth, but nothing that your brain skims through can accurately reply. “Okay.” You nod up at him, like you only know obedience.

He dips his head back down, his bottom lip drags over your neck, and he kisses you there once or twice. He lets out these soft little sounds like he’s too excited for words. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles. “Fuck, so good. So pretty.” Your hand grazes over his neck and slides down until your thumb traces over his collarbone. He kisses less sloppy this time, on your neck again, on your cheek, on your jaw. Avoiding your lips like he’s saving them for later.

He’s been doing shots, you think. “I’m so grateful that I met you.” He whispers over your ear, and his arms wrap further around your waist, inching back up. “You know, earlier…” He starts, carefully, like it’s a sensitive topic that he doesn’t mean to offend with. “Thank you for understanding.” It’s weird, you think. He’s being endearing, or at least he’s trying to. You can feel him in his suit pants and he’s just growing harder. You push him off slow. “It’s okay, yeah?” He’s so drunk he’s barely awake. You can only bite at your lip and look away. More than anything in the world, you would like to fuck Changkyun. Even just once, even if it made your job so much harder and so much more awkward after. You just think it would be so good that it would all be worth it. But he’s too drunk, so you can’t. “I’m drunk, I’m drunk. I really like you, if you like me…” His words get sloppier and guilt pits in your stomach heavier than you can handle. You push him with two fingers back further like you’re really annoyed now, he has to stabilize himself by gripping a railing. You head back inside.

✱

Changkyun is an enigma. It seems with everything in his career, he faces it head on. With you, he’s careful, would never expect a clear answer or decision unless it's statistics on a file. Ever since that night at karaoke, he's cowered away in humiliation. You’re sure he wants you both to forget the whole thing, but it's so difficult with the words he spoke to you circling your head like the last drops of water down the drain. It takes a week before you realize that he’s not going to address the situation on his own, and if you want something to give, you're going to have to be the one who initializes the first push.

You fake overtime, knowing he usually stays later than the rest of you, you text Kihyun and Chaeyoung that you’ll call them after you speak to him and let them know all of the details. As soon as your last coworker wishes you a good night and the elevator doors close before her, your stomach pits like you've just thrown yourself into the lion’s den. It's the worst mistake you've made, and terror envelopes your entire system. You tell yourself in 15 minutes you’ll go knock on his door, sliding headphones on to calm yourself down. Shuffling a playlist a few times, you focus on your breathing while putting some stray pens and papers back into your filing drawer. When you hear Changkyun’s office door open way sooner than expected, your throat dries in an instant, your eyes glued to your desk and you work on trying to become as small and unnoticeable as possible.

His voice penetrates the wall you've desperately tried to build, and you turn quickly to face the direction it comes from, pushing off your headphones so they can fall around your neck. It's only then you realize that your music was never connected to them. You stand out of your chair suddenly. Changkyun looms, his silhouette shaded, one of the few light sources in the room is a lamp behind him. You cock your head slightly at him and he repeats himself: “Narcos.”

Your eyes flicker to your phone, and he's right. You were listening to the Narcos theme, outloud. “Sorry. I thought my headphones were–” Changkyun’s lips frown, and he shakes his head in disapproval, his arms folded over his chest. So you cut yourself short, grabbing your bag in a rush to just get out because the whole thing felt like a mistake.

“Do you know what the lyrics are about?” He doesn't try stopping you from packing away your things or help you clean up, he just watches with arms crossed. You shake your head, slowing down movements, trying to process the situation. “Drowning fear with love.”

“Why didn't you come to talk to me?” You surprise yourself with your sudden outburst, pinching yourself in the thigh.

He sighs like he’s been preparing what he’s about to say. “I overstepped. If anyone was going to reach out again, it should not have been me.” Your heart tugs because he's thought it out and was respectful and right. He was right.

“Why'd you have to drink so much?” Your eyes trace over the darkness that has hidden him so well.

You can hear him smile, and the song still plays behind you. “Because I’m smitten for someone I shouldn't be.” His head tilts down to his shoes on the carpet, a few strands of his slicked hair fall forward. Your heart feels like it's on a linear path to explosion. “Someone I have too much power over already.” He inhales deeply, and you move slowly to face him, releasing the pen in your hand.

“They make me nervous. I care a lot about how this person sees me, and I was worried they saw me as too uptight. So I did the only thing I knew would make me less uptight. Like a jackass.”

“Well doing that to me was the most jackass thing you've ever done, so you’ve got your worries in the wrong place.”

”Smitten” lt tingles in your stomach.

“I’m sorry. I know.” He steps forward twice until he can be illuminated by your desk light, and he looks magnificent. His eyelids hang heavily and he has dark bags under his eyes. The curve of his back as he looks down, his dress shirt flexing over his shoulders as he reaches to put the pen in a cup. “It was gross. I’m a dog.”

“No, idiot. No. You’re so stupid.” You pull the pen back out from the cup and slap it back onto your desk. His eyes light up, widening at your reaction. “You’re not a dog. You made me want you when I couldn't have you.” Changkyun has to tilt his head back slightly to give you room to come closer. “You made me worry for you and then disappeared like you didn’t need me. You’re a cat.” The song slows to a complete halt and the office is completely silent besides the air conditioning stuttering to keep up.

“I do.” Changkyun whispers. “I do need you.” His fingers float around your head like he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch. “You wanted me.” He says, and you’re unsure if it’s a question. You don’t care, you nod anyways, pulling his hand to your face like he did to you a week ago. “Pretty.” He mumbles, tilting his head to get a better view. You can barely keep your eyes open, and he places his other hand on your cheek before pulling you close to him again. Back into his embrace, where his cologne suffocates the air around you. You’d be happy to only breathe this air forever. “You’re so pretty.” He wraps an arm around your waist, holding tight enough that your hips push into each other, colliding dully. This time his words aren’t slurred, they’re just kept quiet, like a secret meant to keep between the two of you. “I’m your cat.” Your heart pounds against him, and he pulls both of his arms around to your back so he can take off his watch, sliding it off and setting it on your desk behind you. He lifts you up by your thighs and rests you next to it, your fingers brush the cool metal as you stabilize yourself.

He backs up for a second, just so he can scan over your face for any implication you don’t want him. “I’m, really…” He laughs, looking at his feet before centering himself on you again. Feeling at his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I’m really smitten.”

“Prove it.” You whisper, and Changkyun steps forward again, smoothly sliding a palm around the side of your neck, leaning in slowly, eyelashes hiding his pupils.

“I did already. Don’t you remember when I tried to fuck you after singing?” He smiles, proud of himself now for being able to keep his impulses at bay. You let your head loll from side to side like you’re deep in thought.

You hum a note of approval, “I would’ve let you if I knew you could’ve kept it up for more than a minute. It never lasts when you’re that drunk.” Your fingers brush down the side of his cheek, and Changkyun’s eyebrows thread conspicuously. He situates himself deeper between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you.” His palm lands on top of your thigh, brushing up and down. “You’re too perfect.”

You stare at him, angled down just a little from your seat on the desk. “What did you say earlier…” You prod, pushing Changkyun back an inch with a hand on his chest. “Called yourself a kitty. My kitty”

He shakes his head this time, whatever to get his point across, he’ll take. You drag your nails down the side of his neck, leaning in to press kisses on the opposite side, and needy noises fall from his lips. His shoe twisting into the carpet, he leans further in again, grabbing a fistful of ass as compensation. You make your way over to his lips, finally fulfilling the need. He nips quickly and sharply at your bottom lip, his hand forking through your hair. “Fuck” he groans, “fuck me.” “Please.” His voice mellows out as his phone starts buzzing in his back pocket. You sigh deeply, dropping your face to your hands, his face hot and legs tangled up in his. You pull away at the same time he does, checking it quickly before ending the call without ever picking it up. His pupils are blown out, cheeks are a bright pink, lips plumped and a little shiny from your makeup. You pat at his hair, rutting through knots with your fingers.

“I made dinner reservations for us because I had planned to apologize. Like a boss would.” He catches the hand on his head with his own. “Not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m hungry.” You shrug with a smile, and he eyes you completely baffled. He stares for a moment before shrugging.

“I’m with you.”

“Let’s go, Kitty cat.” You slide yourself off the side of the desk, fixing your skirt as Changkyun fixes your hair.

He halts his hands before letting them fall with a pinch of one of your cheeks. “Don’t let that be a thing, please.”

✱

chapter 1 ☆ chapter 2: "The Bear"

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Never Enough

Summary: A beautifully decorated dorm for Christmas, features the one thing you wish to avoid most. Mistletoe.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship Au

Word Count: 1,555

Kihyun X Reader

Requested: for the 12 days of winter, can I request #10 “Mistletoe… my arch enemy” with Kihyun? Thank you!! ☃️

Prompt: 9. “Mistletoe… my arch enemy”

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Kihyun spends every year decorating the dorm for their annual Christmas party. It’s something that he enjoys. So, when he invites you, it's not only to celebrate the holiday together. It's also to show you his hard work. And honestly, you couldn’t wait to see all his decorations. He came over to your house the night before brimming with excitement, “I want to see your reaction firsthand when we walk in together.” You shook your head at him but couldn’t help but grin, knowing how much hard work he put into it.

While Kihyun is getting dressed for the festivities, you're sitting at your desk doing your last-minute wrapping. You hear him hum and turn towards him. He asks, “Ready, baby?” You look down at your outfit and wipe off a few pieces of wrapping shred, “Yeah!” He pulls you up from your chair, spins you into his arms, and kisses your cheek. You blush as he leads you to the front door. You both pull on your shoes and coats before walking hand in hand to the party.

You gasp as you reach the outside of the dorm. He decorated the outside with Christmas trees wrapped in garland and ceramic snowmen holding welcome signs leading toward the entrance. He unlocks the door, and you notice the beautiful wreath outside the door. You grin before seeing his holy grail: the living room. It looks like he’s been working on this for months. When in reality, he texted you that he was starting to decorate the dorm last Monday. He went full out from white Christmas string lights that line the room and hang down from the ceiling to hanging ornaments and stars from the string lights, making it look like a Christmas wonderland. He watches you with delight as you let out little oohs and ahhs as you take in everything.

And that's when you see his miniature village that lines the wall. He smiles and leads you closer to it, “There’s a house for all seven of us that live at the dorms.” You nod, and he smiles, “That’s our house.” He points to a beautiful two-story miniature with little dogs in Santa hats and two village people kissing. And you giggle before saying, “You made us so cute. Oh, it’s all so lovely, Ki. You've worked so hard.” He fills with pride as he points out each little thing he did. Like how he made the mixture of snow with cotton and glue. And how he used fishing wire to hang the bulbs and stars.

You watch him excitedly tell you about it all. And you hang onto his every word, “What about the Santa hats on each photo frame?” He smiles, “I used that blue putty to attach each hat.” He leads you to the photo you both took together last Christmas, “You gave me a (f/c) hat?” He nods, “I tried to get everyone’s favorite color hat, but I made yours and mine specially.” You look over at him, “Seriously?” He smiles, “I used the regular foam colors for everyone but yours and mine.” You nod, and he continues, “I mixed acrylic paint to make the colors of our hats.” You blink your tears back to avoid them rolling down your cheeks. But you smile at him and kiss his cheek, “I love all of your decorations, but your attention to detail is my favorite.” He smiles, and you pull him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, and you squeeze him.

When you pull away, he leads you down the hallway and shows you the pine-like garland he looped along the walls and each wreath he hung on every door. You ask, “Did the boys help you at all?” That’s when Jooheon comes out of his room and says, “He never lets us do anything past putting out the boxes and decorating the main tree together.” You shake your head at him, “He’s a cute perfectionist, ain’t he?” “He’s a perfectionist, alright.” You hide your laugh as Jooheon continues, “Definitely not as cute as me.” You laugh, and as he leaves, Kihyun pouts, and you kiss it away. “You’re way cuter.” He nods, “And?” You sigh, “And handsome.” He smiles, satisfied with your answer, “I swear you learned that from Joo and Min.” He shrugs, “It comes in handy.” You shake your head, and you continue your tour.

You both exit the hallway, and he walks you through the living room to the kitchen. The party was starting to get into full swing when you see it, “Mistletoe…” You glare at it as you grow closer to it. And continue, “My arch enemy.” He raises his eyebrow and gives you a confused look, “What? Why is that?” You shrug at his question and put your hands in your pocket. “I’ve never been kissed under it.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’m surprised. Someone as cute as you should have been already.” He pulls your left hand out of your pocket and goes, “Come on.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” He grins, “You’ll see.” He has you follow him to the opening and stops under the mistletoe. “Would you mind if I was your first?” You blush and shake your head, and he holds your cheek in his free hand and brings you in for a short yet sweet kiss.

You hear loud cheers of “(Y/n)!” and “Kihyun!” You turn beet red as you look over to see Hoseok holding a camera and taking a photo of you while Minhyuk cheers for you two to kiss again. Kihyun leans in to ask, “Want to give them a show?” You smirk, your confidence soaring with him in front of you, and give him a nod. He moves his hand from beside your jaw to underneath and kisses you deeply. The two hoot and holler as you move your free hand into his hair and weave your fingers through, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re both left breathless. The other two are busy looking through their camera shots, but you can only see him. His cheeks are a rosy-red, and he’s grinning at you, “How was that for your first time under the mistletoe?” You mirror his grin and say, “I hope it happens many more times.” He smiles and squeezes your interlocked hands as you release your grip on his hair.

You kiss his nose for good measure before you both walk into the kitchen and grab some snacks to eat. He carries your shared plate, and you get your first drinks of the evening. As you walk back underneath the mistletoe, you grin as you pull him into your arms, and he gasps as you pull him into a kiss this time. You linger in the passageway before pulling away to continue walking and laugh, “I didn’t know my arch enemy could become my most revered friend.” He smirks, “You know that’s not the only time you can kiss me, right?” You shrug, “But it’s more special that way.” He shakes his head and kisses your forehead as you sit together on the couch. You crack open your drinks and say, “Cheers to many more mistletoe kisses?” He laughs and cheers, “To many more!” You clink them together before drinking from them. You smile and snuggle into his side as you both eat your snacks.

You both end up under the mistletoe many more times. For something you hated before because you never experienced it, you certainly couldn’t get enough of it now that you had. And as long as it was making you happy, Kihyun was more than happy to oblige. Although you partake in games and feast, the plant is the most exciting part. And who were you to resist, especially when you get to kiss a guy like Kihyun?

As the last few guests filter out and all of you have rid the dorm of litter. And the rest of the members have retired to their rooms. You dance with Kihyun to the Christmas music that's softly filtering out of the speakers. You sway in his arms as you look over to the mistletoe. He whispers, “You wish to be kissed under there again?” You shrug as you look into his eyes, “Here’s fine, too.” He gives you a small kiss before spinning you underneath the mistletoe and kisses you again. When he pulls away, you wait a moment before pulling him back in, “Because one is never enough.”

You continue swaying underneath the mistletoe before hearing something clattering. You catch Changkyun sliding through the space between the island and cabinets to get a glass of water. You two snicker as he mumbles, “I can’t wait for you two to get tired of the mistletoe.” Kihyun smirks, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get to kiss anyone under it this year.” He scoffs as grabs his glass of water, “Good night, (Y/n). Good night, Ki...” You two giggle at Changkyun as he scoots back through the way he came. When he's made it safely back into his room, Kihyun asks, “One more, for good ole time's sake?” You nod, “Yeah, and then you can put it away tomorrow.” He smiles and brings you in for one last kiss underneath the mistletoe.

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