#sub!kihyun smut

[femdomlieeh]

Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

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

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

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이호석 / wonho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 손현우 / shownu

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

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

"But what, Babybear?"

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

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

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

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

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

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이민혁 / minhyuk

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

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

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

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

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

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

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

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

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

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유기현 / kihyun

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

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

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

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

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채형원 / hyungwon

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

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

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

"Of course, Mommy."

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

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

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

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이주헌 / joohoney

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

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

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

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

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

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

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임창견 / i.m

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

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

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

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

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

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

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

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

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

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

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

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

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

[sotteoks]

Just Touch | 🔞

──★ ˙pairing: Kihyun x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙warnings/contents: SMUT, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, a tiny bit of angst at the end, established relationship, friends with benefits trope, lowkey toxic relationship tbh, soft dom!kihyun, sub!reader, some cockwarming at the beginning, slight overstimulation, light dirty talk, like a sprinkle of dacryphilia, let's assume reader is on some form of contraception bc of the multiple creampies and orgasms, ... please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝ ──★ ˙word count: 2.5k ──★ ˙summary: the boundaries of your relationship with Kihyun always seem to get a little blurry in the heat of the moment. ──★ ˙ a/n: chances of this story having a second part are highly likely. i just need time to brainstorm. keke

When the night is over, where are you going?

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

Absolutely not. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[witherednotes]

Kinktober Day 12

Sex Toys — Kihyun

pairing; kihyun x f!reader

genre; smut

word count; 876 words

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

kinktober masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[foenixs]

CIX AND MX MTL TO HAVE A BREEDING KINK PLS imsodownbad

I already wrote a breeding kink reaction for CIX so I wrote this one for MX

Monsta X Mtl have a breeding kink

most

Minhyuk

Wonho

Kihyun

Changkyun

Shownu

Hyungwon

least

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Minhyuk - ofc our puppy Min is the most breedable of them all, like what's the point in even fucking him at all if you're not gonna fill him up good?! absolutely loves the dirty sounds when you go for a second round and fuck your cum deeper into him and he loves the tickling feeling of having cum run down his leg

Wonho - I think to him it's just a very loving gesture, like it makes you two feel even more connected. he loves to have as much of you inside of him as possible and the thought that some of you stays inside him even after you pull out makes him feel all giddy and warm inside

Kihyun - I think that once he gets really riled up he'll spit out all kinds of dirty things and begs (in the heat of the moment), one of them being that you cum inside of him. but immediately after he comes down from his high he'll be annoyed cause "it's so dirty and messy" and you have to spank him to remind him that it was HIS idea

Changkyun - might want you to try using a cum strap some time, but I don't think he's super into the idea of being bred, he just wants to have tried it out before he makes up his mind about it. when he falls deep into little space tho (which isn't very often), he'll quietly ask you to fill him up with the biggest puppy eyes

Shownu, Hyungwon - I just can't see them being into this type of stuff, it's just messy and weird to them and they don't see the appeal. I think Shownu might be up for tring it, but only to make you happy and he'd be honest afterwards and tell you that this just isn't his thing

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[euphoricsunflowers]

[09:29] — yoo kihyun

request: you already know who imma ask for 😉 but as for the kink... hmm.. maybe some overstim? Edging?

a/n: so uhm this was actually a request i got forever ago from my sweet kibebe anon but i never got to it and i just didn’t feel any inspiration for it, i’m so sorry sweetie :(( so this will just be a short drabble because i feel so bad :(( but kihyun’s goddess au will be next so please look forward to that! and i’ll try to incorporate some of your request ideas into that fic!

word count: 0.4k

content: sub!kihyun, dom!gn!reader, handjobs, restraints, crying, edging, overstimulation, orgasm control <33

(gif by @imnameimss)

kihyun whines as you slow your hand down, tugging against the restraints on his wrists. you’ve been at it for what feels like hours now (it’s been maybe 15 minutes) and he’s getting desperate, “please, y/n! i’m sorry!”

“for what, baby?”

“for uhm, for being bratty earlier,” he shuts his eyes out of embarrassment as you wait for denied orgasm to fully go away before you start again, “i-i know i deserve this, but-” he stops himself when your hand starts to move, groaning as he feels his orgasm already coming on.

“but what, baby? why should i stop?” you tease, knowing in his state it’s so much harder for him to stay coherent, he tries to talk, but you just cut off his babbles, “hm? what was that, ki? i didn’t quite hear you.”

“please! please let me cum!” he cries, the time it takes to get him close is lessening with every edge that drives him insane. god he loved you controlling him and his pleasure but this felt cruel.

“alright, sweet little thing, cum for me,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he chants ‘thank you!’, so grateful to finally be allowed to cum. and his orgasm is a beautiful sight to see. his eyes roll back, his jaw drops, his moans are more than pornographic, they’re heavenly, “you’re so cute, kihyun,” you say, noticing the way he starts to come down, how he shuts his eyes and his breaths become more even, but your hand doesn’t stop, “so, so cute.”

“i- you can stop now!” he almost shouts, but you just giggle.

“oh, but why would i want to?” you ask rhetorically, smiling as you use your other hand to play with his chest, roughly tugging his nipples in a way that makes him actually cry out, tears forming in his eyes as he yelps from pain, “feel free to cry, my cute boy, i love it when you cry.”

and cry he does, the overestimation pain burning through him, leaving him so helpless and ruined and paralyzed under your touch. all he can do is moan helplessly, whimpering and whining and hiccuping cutely from the crying. he’s really just an adorable mess and you just want to push him as far as possibly until he breaks completely.

he cums again, this time giving less but the second orgasm ripples through him in the most amazingly painful way as possible, he can’t speak, only make unintelligible sounds he completely just gives in and lets you make a mess out of him.

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[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

This is kinda short and not that great but uh, here you go :) (you can all thank @euphoricsunflowers for this idea 😔)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!kihyun, dom!gn!reader, kinda rough, idk what else to put here-

Movie Night

The movie you had put on to watch with Kihyun had become mere background noise as your hands trailed all over said boy's body. The night had started like every other Friday night, but this time you hadn't realized that one of the movies you rented had a particularly… heated scene. Your boyfriend couldn't stop himself slowly grinding into your lower back as the scene continued, completely distracting you from the film to focus on him instead.

     Your lips were moving in sync as your tongue roamed the familiar territory of Kihyun's mouth. He was under you with his head rested on the arm of the couch while you held yourself up with one hand on the back of the couch and the other next to his head, your hips grinding into his at a steady pace. You swallowed his high pitched whines and pleas as your hand from the back of the couch moved to grip and massage his hip. A strip of saliva connected your lips to his as he reluctantly pulled away to give his lungs some air. The string was quickly broken when you moved down to his neck, a chorus of whimpers and whines flooded from his mouth as you began to leave a generous amount of hickeys along the once clear skin.

     "Oh please (Y/N)! Please stop teasing me, and touch me already!" You giggled at his plea, letting your hand on his hip travel downwards to squeeze his ass. He whimpered adorably at the contact. 

     "Where do you want me to touch you baby? You know you have to be specific so I can give you what you want." You hummed, lightly licking the shell of his ear. A breathy moan escaped his lips as his hands squeezed your shoulders, the fabric of your shirt bunching up in his hands. He hesitated for a second, biting his bottom lip as the embarrassment settled over him.

     "P-please- please touch my cock." His voice was shaky as the words fell from his trembling lips. Your mind was already running wild at the sight of him, so sensitive and all you've done is kiss him. Kihyun moaned in surprise when your hand moved from his hip to grope the growing bulge in his pants. Usually, you would make him beg some more just to embarrass him, but you were much too impatient for that tonight. You were so impatient, in fact, that you could only find it in yourself to tug your boyfriends pants and boxers down to his mid thigh before you started pumping his cock in your hand. He threw his head back as his back arched off the couch at the sudden warmth around his sensitive member.

     "Don't be rude Ki, I just gave you what you asked for. Now what do you say?" You teased, pinching the bright red tip of his cock as you awaited his response.

     "Ngh- OH- T-thank you! Oh thank you thank you thank you!" His eyes closed as he focused on the way your hand moved, using all his might to not thrust up into your grip. You adjusted yourself so you could have both hands on your boyfriend, using your hand you were previously using to hold yourself up to push up his shirt so you could leave marks down his chest. His hands shot to your head, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

    Your hands hurriedly ripped his pants off the rest of the way so you could trail your kisses and bites down to his thighs. A small whine left his throat as you skipped over where he needed you most but it was drowned out by his whimpers and cries of pleasure. You were ruthless with your assault on his thighs, making sure to leave as many marks as you could. A low growl rumbled in your chest as your grip on his thighs became tight enough to leave bruises. 

     "Fuck baby, do you realize how damn irresistible you are?" A vibrant red blush overtook his face at the sudden compliment, spreading all the way down to his chest. He shivered once he locked eyes with you, the predatory look in your gaze making his dick twitch. "I'm not gonna take my hands off of you until your crying and begging me to, got it doll face?" Another shiver shot down his spine. The smirk that had crossed your face widened as he muttered a quiet "yes ma'am" with shaky breaths. "Well then," his moan bounced off the walls as you dragged your nails down his inner thighs, "let's get started."

[submissivekpop]

monsta x (exo too, if thats allowed) reaction to their werewolf!s/o being in heat, therefore, more aggressive than usual~ (ill let u decide how much more aggressive uvu)

Hope you like it, anon!

Shownu

Oblivious. Like, seriously, he won’t even notice. Sure, he does notice you’re acting a bit more aggressively than usual - squeezing his ass in public, biting his lips every time you kiss him and so on - but he just can’t connect this behaviour with your heat. He just, you know, rolls with it. Surprised when, after pulling his hair a little bit too hard, you apologize and blame your recent behaviour on that hateful heat that just won’t let you live. His eyes go wide, mouth agape as he takes in your information. You’re almost sure you can see the hamster wheel turning in his brain - is it possible he didn’t know about this? Apparently, yes.

Wonho

Such a pleaser. Do what you want to him, he’ll let you use his body however you like. Want him to fuck you? He will, for as long as you wish. Want to be the one fucking him? Just tell him, and he’ll be ready to obey your every order, doing whatever you might ask. Doesn’t mind a little bit of pain, so he’ll put up with your aggressiveness pretty well. Choke him, bite and suck his neck, cover his skin in purple marks and he’ll be the happiest boy on earth. Show him off to your friends once you’re done, and he’ll feel even better - after all, deep down inside, he loves being shown off as some sort of trophy boyfriend.

Minhyuk

Desperately wants to tease you. A couple of weeks before your heat came, he started denying you his body - “let’s play a game, you can watch but you can’t touch me” he said, knowing you’d take up such a challenge - trying to frustrate you as much as possible, perfectly knowing that, in a matter of days, you’d be fed up with his behaviour. All the dirty pics, the naughty calls at 3 a.m. just to make sure you’d hear him moan your name as he touched himself, all of this for a sole purpose: making sure that, once your heat started, you’d have your way with him in the most deliciously painful way - a way that implies, in his fantasy, his whole body shaking with pleasure, hickeys and bruises painting his skin and, hopefully, his ass so sore he can’t sit properly. Kinky.

Kihyun

Now, this boy wants a family. He wants children. Might have an impregnation kink - as in, he wants to be the one who ends up pregnant. Quite unlikely to happen, yes, but he doesn’t care. Even if he’s never told you, you know about this little secret of his. So when you tell him you want him to carry your child, this sole thought makes him putty in your hands. Begs you to fill him up, will cry if you can’t/won’t make it happen. Rough him up as much as you want - pull his hair, mark his body - and he won’t complain, not even once. When your heat is over, he’ll shyly confess how much he liked it. Secretly hopes your next heat will be the same.

Hyungwon

Suddenly becomes shy. “Oh, so you wanna do it here? In the changing room? Fine, I guess.” Lets you do whatever you want to his body, his cheeks flushed anytime you do something a bit more risqué. Loves knowing he’s making you feel good, so expects a lot of praises whenever he does something you like. Doesn’t mind being treated a bit more roughly - as long as you still praise him - so he won’t complain if you decide to pull his hair a bit harder than usual, or to choke him more often, or even to cover his body in hickeys - “makeup will fix everything” he says, and actually does manage to cover all of the purple spots on his neck and jaw before anyone else can see them.

Jooheon

Secretly wants to be pushed against a wall and turned into a crying mess, but never had the guts to admit it. When your heat came, though, he did notice a sudden change in your behaviour - you were more demanding, more aggressive. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. He’ll try to provoke you until you give him what he’s been craving for so long. Will pout if he can’t convince you in, like, five minutes. When you finally do give in, he’s gonna wear the smuggest grin for the longest time. A quick way to wipe it off of his face? Make sure he ends up in tears - whether it’s because of pleasure or pain, it’s up to you to decide.

I.M

Another teasing little shit. Knows exactly what’s going on, has so much fun teasing you about it. “Oh, so you’re the needy one, uh?” he says, smirking. “Why should I let you have your way with m-”. Can’t finish his sentence because, suddenly, your lips are on his. Cries out when you bite him, but doesn’t want you to stop. Soon enough, he becomes insatiable - as if, you know, he was the one on heat. You don’t mind, though: this way, it’s even better. Makes you spend entire days in your bed, occasionally moving to the couch or to the kitchen - he doesn’t mind whether he’ll be the one to end up bent over the table or you will, as long as it’s fun for the both of you.

(EXO vers. coming soon)

[yourfaceislikeabluemoon]

Second: I have a mtl for you. Who do you think is a dom/sub in Monsta x? ♥ Thank you love!

Oooooh good one! I’ll go one by one (and probably get detailed because who are we kidding I talk way too much).

Shownu

This boy, excuse me, man is a dom and that’s it. The on-stage/made-up/showy and sexy part of his personality, Shownu, is what he’s like in bed. Intense, exciting, captivating, and enthralling. But after-care or just as a boyfriend, that’s when he’s Hyunwoo. He’s soft, giggly, caring, kind and really just the perfect boyfriend. I don’t get very strong daddy vibes from him, honestly, and I don’t think he’s into punishments for disobedience and the like. He just takes control and gives you what you want, no questions asked, as long as you’re not trying to take said control away from him. He’s not going to get angry, it would just make him uncomfortable and he probably wouldn’t know how to express those feelings very well. Boyfriend Hyunwoo is a different story. I get more of a daddy vibe from him when it comes to that, but in the sense that he’ll pamper you and let you get away with everything and he’ll tell you how proud he is of you or how happy you make him or how much he loves you. He won’t do so within earshot of other people, but he will whisper in your ear all his praises and admire you with that squinty eyed smile of his. He’s so cute, I need to shut up.

Wonho

I genuinely believe he’s a switch. But he goes hard either way. When he’s dominant, he’s very intense. He takes it very seriously. Can be harsh with punishments and loves to see you squirm under him. Would probably love to tie you up and leave you be as a casual Saturday afternoon activity. But if he’s subbing, he’s the subbiest sub there ever was. He just wants to please you and be a good boy for you. You could easily have him wrapped around your finger with the slightest words. Would beg for you without you having to ask, he loves to beg. Practically worships the ground you walk on and isn’t afraid to do some major ass-kissing to get his way. He teases far too much, as a dom and a sub. Dom, he knows how even just one word out of his mouth can get you riled up at the drop of a hat and he will use his ‘abilities’ as blackmail whenever he gets the chance. Sub, he’ll poke and prod and irritate until he knows he’s hit a nerve. Then he’ll keep going even further, despite knowing he’s in for it when you get home. But frankly, it depends on his mood and who his partner is though. He seems like he would be a ton of fun either way.

Minhyuk

I get very strong sub vibes from him. At the same time, I think he would try to dom if that’s what his partner wanted but I don’t think he would enjoy it very much. He just seems very soft to me. I totally see him having a kinky, dirty side to him but for the most part he just wants his partner to be satisfied and happy and please them as best he can. He wants to be babied and coddled and cared for, to be precious to someone and be the only object of their affection. And if being that object of affection meant he would need to be in control, he would do it if it meant his partner would be happy. But he would much rather be a soft, subby mess underneath you. Would constantly tell you how much he loved you, how good you were to him, how attractive he found you, he would say anything and everything about how much he cared for you. He seems like he would be better with words than with actions for some reason. That’s not to say he’s inexperienced or bad in bed or something, because I don’t get those vibes from him. I just think he’s a smooth talker and has a way of getting in your head with his words and those big puppy dog eyes of his. He’s adorable, I need to stop swooning over him.

Kihyun

In a lot of places, I’ve seen MX stans saying Kihyun is a hard dom, super kinky, and the filthiest of all of them. Now I’m totally willing to accept if I’m wrong when it comes to this, in case he has somehow provided damning evidence of his dom ways that I have yet to come across. But to me, yes he’s pretty kinky, I don’t doubt that in the slightest, but I don’t think he’s a hard dom. I wouldn’t say switch though because I don’t really get any subby vibes from him at all. He takes control but wouldn’t be entirely mad if his partner tried to take it away from him every once in a while. Very exploratory with his partner’s and his own kinks. I’d say for the most part though, a very mellow dom.

Hyungwon

Dom. Dominant all the way. I can’t see him being submissive in the slightest and I think it would be next to impossible to even coerce him into subbing. I think he’s very versatile though, in the sense that he can be a rough, hard, serious, demanding and punishing dom but also at some times just be subtly in control. So subtly that you might not even notice he’s a dom. Don’t get me wrong, he can be sweet and cuddly if he really wanted to and was with someone that brought that out of him. But in my mind, he’s entirely dominant and, considering my mind is a scary place and he’s one of my biases, I probably shouldn’t go much further with this as I could continue to talk about my thoughts on this for hours. To wrap it up, he’s stoic and it takes a lot to push him off the edge, but he will not be submissive no matter the person or the situation - it just does not fit his character.

Jooheon

To be completely honest, I think Jooheon is the kinkiest out of all of them. And he’s a switch. He can be nasty and demanding and strict when he wants to but you can also turn him to mush with a few simple words. He’ll punish you if you’re bratty or embarrass him in front of his friends but he’ll also be a total brat sometimes, begging for his own punishment. Dom Jooheon is wild and controlling. He’s incredibly intense and has a mind for the most outlandish punishments. He will definitely make you regret whatever you did to piss him off. I have this feeling his partner has had to use their safe word with him pretty frequently. I don’t mean that he’s violent and heartless or abusive, not by any means. But I think he can have a tendency to go a little too hard sometimes. Sub Honey on the other hand, what a bratty baby! He knows how to push your buttons and will do everything he can to get you to punish him. At the same time, the moment you coo at him about how cute he is or how good he looks when he’s being obedient or anything of the sort, he’s putty in your hands. He’s very whiny and vocal but really he just wants his partner to be content and proud of him. He has way too many kinks to list, at least right now in this post, but sub Honey has a major praise kink. He. Will. Melt. OK, apparently I could also talk about Jooheon forever so I’m gonna stop there…

Changkyun

Switch. Such a switch. I think he comes in a close second behind Jooheon for the kinkiest member. That being said, he loves to try to dom but something will usually set him off giggling or something and he wouldn’t be able to stay serious. I think there are some instances when he can be a hard dom and does very well at it, but personally I think he’s better at subbing. But he loves everything, and I mean everything. He gets turned on by everything, he’ll gladly try everything at least once, probably more, and he needs a partner that’s into everything as well because I think his kinks are too strong to suppress them for too long. I’ve seen this a lot of places but I genuinely believe it, he has a massive biting kink. He gets off on seeing the marks he made all over you and he demands you bite him in return. So yes, he can be a very intense and wild dom, but also a very bratty sub that just wants to be pinned down or tied up and taken advantage of. I have to stop with this or I could go all day talking about his kinks or something.

That was far too entertaining…Oops. Thank you for asking, my dear ❤

[foenixs]

The Bigger, The Better

note: a fluffy idea turned HORNY, this fic is based on this and this post I made

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

word count: 834

includes- sub!Kihyun x dom!f!reader, housewife!Kihyun, pump up dildo, degradation, hinted cum eating, size kink

summary: When you come home after a long day at work, your housewife has prepared more than just dinner.

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You come home to the smell of freshly cooked food, smiling to yourself when you hear your boyfriend humming one of his songs. When you walk into the kitchen you see that the table is decorated with flower petals and candles, your favourite meal steaming from your assigned seat.

Kihyun rushes towards you, greeting you with a peck on your lips before he pulls back your chair to help you sit down.

“What’s all this for? Is it my second secret birthday?”

“No, I was cleaning the house all day and I missed you, so I wanted to surprise you with something I knew you would like.”

“Thank you, baby, I love it”, you kiss the back of his hand and he looks down at his toes, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

His hands disappear behind his back, tugging on the bow that kept his apron together.

“Keep it on, it looks cute on you!”

He giggles nervously, thriving on the little compliments as he sits down across from you.

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The sound of running water fills the room as Kihyun cleans up the used dishes, making sure every piece of dirt is gone.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder to watch him work. You kiss on his neck, lightly grinding your hips into his to give a hint to what his reward could be.

He sets the sponge aside, turning off the faucet to turn around in your embrace, but you push his chest into the counter, bending him so his ass pokes out against your crotch.

“Aren’t you sweet, cooking dinner for me so selflessly, or were you only hoping for a reward?”

He shakes his head as best as he can as your hand gropes his ass, kneading him through his pants. The moan that spills from his lips is louder than usual, making you even more suspicious.

Quickly pulling down his pants, letting them drop to his ankles, you notice a pump-up dildo nestled in his ass. The pump, which was preciously hidden under his sweatshirt, falls into your hand as if it was inviting you to squeeze it.

“How naughty… did you prep yourself when you heard me coming home or were you wearing this around all day like a slutty housewife?”

He shudders at your words, hips grinding against the counter in need. You scoff, leaving a scolding smack across his cheek.

“Look at your tiny hole struggling to fit the toy and it’s not even pumped up yet, how pathetic.”

He rakes his nails against the wood, trying to find hold of something as your words made him feel dizzy and weak.

You give him the pump that he so desperately craved and he pushes his hips back against.

“More, please, want to feel it stretch me out entirely.”

“You’re such a dirty little slut… what would your members think if they saw you like this, all bent over and exposed for the girlfriend you like to call cute so much.”

Every word was like whiskey to his ears, intoxicating his mind and making him spurt cum against the counter. You give him three quick pumps, making him scream out your name so loud that the neighbours probably heard it.

You blow him up till his hole can stretch no further, tears rolling down his cheeks as the words die down in his throat, the pleasure taking his breath away.

Tucking on the silicone you pull out the toy just by an inch, before pushing it back in again. Your actions were soft, slow, but they felt rough with how harshly the toy pressed against his walls.

You run your hand down his back, gently patting him to stop the shivering, repeating to thrust the dildo into him when he gives you a thumbs up.

“Does it feel as good as you imagined? I bet it does.”

Of course, it does, every little movement set his body on fire, shocks of stimulation running up his spine. He wanted to tell you just how good he felt right now, but his head was empty and the only thing that poured out of his mouth was drool.

The lube slickened your motions, creating wet sounds with every push that had you licking your lips.

“Cum for me slut, you haven’t served dessert yet.”

A high-pitched moan leaves the fucked-out boy, cum dripping down the counter as the tension floods out of his body and his fingers relax again.

You smoothly pull out the toy, laying it in the sink for him to wash when he comes back to his senses.

When he has enough strength to push himself off the counter you pull him in for a hug, hand ruffling through his hair.

“You did good, honey, I’m surprised your little ass could handle that much. Now lick the counter clean for me and make sure to not miss a drop. I’ll run a bath for you in the meantime.”

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[euphoricsunflowers]

docile — lee hoseok/wonho and yoo kihyun

a/n: i hope you guys like this one!! i actually really like how it came out :,)

word count: 1.3k

content: sub!wonho, switch!kihyun (kinda lol he’s mostly just there being like 😗), dom!fem!reader, no titles used for the reader, vaginal sex (riding), mentions oral (m receiving), threesome, begging, edging, reader being soft for hoho :D also wonho and the reader would have talked about this beforehand! please be sure to communicate with your partner about everything but especially about involving other people!!

summary: kihyun walks in on you riding wonho and you decide to let him stay.

“oh fuck! shit, i’m sorry, i should have knocked!” he almost screeches, turning to walk the other way. he was probably expecting to get hell from either one or both of you, but you’re both confusingly calm.

“kihyun,” you murmur, causing him to stop dead in his tracks as he turns to look at you, “you can join us if you’d like. i’m sure hoho wouldn’t mind.”

he had walked in on you riding your boyfriend, and he looked over at said boyfriend, “d-do you mind?” wonho raises his head to shake it ‘no’ and that’s all the response kihyun gets from him. kihyun notices that you’re holding wonho’s arms held above his head, pinned down while your other hand plays with his chest. you had slowed down when kihyun barged in without knocking, but now you’d gotten back to a slower pace.

“use your words, bunny. kihyunie expects a proper response from you,” you murmur, and though your tone is soft, it makes kihyun shiver.

“no, i don’t mind,” wonho whispers, his voice is too soft and kihyun barely hears it, but you seem to let it slide, running your hands along his muscular chest.

“i-i didn’t expect— you’re so—” kihyun stutters, almost unable to find the words to express what’s going through his head.

“hoho thought that at first too. poor thing tried to be dominant, but he fits this role better, don’t you think?” your words sound like a question, but kihyun doesn’t know what answer to give. should he agree with you? what should he say? or should he say anything at all? “so, kihyun, if you’re gonna stay, might as well do more than just stand and watch, hm?”

“what do you want me to do?” he asks, if a bit too eagerly, and you chuckle at his readiness.

“what do you want to do? hoho’s really fun to touch and mess with, always so sensitive,” you smile as wonho blushes and moans at your fingers playing with his chest, “but you could touch me if you’d rather do that. just do whatever you want, within reason, of course. i won’t stop you and he definitely won’t.”

kihyun meekly shuts the door and makes his way over to the bed, sitting beside the both of you. he reaches his hand out to touch his fingers to wonho’s already sweat-covered skin. he runs them against wonho’s collarbone and neck, gentle with fear that if he does something wonho doesn’t like that you’ll be upset with him.

but wonho welcomes the touch, angling his head back. kihyun’s touch because firmer, if still incredibly gentle. your hands hold wonho’s waist now, giving kihyun the perfect opportunity to be a little less gentle with his touch. his nails drag down wonho’s perfect chest lightly, and he pulls and twists his nipple slightly.

wonho curses softly at this under his breath, and it fills kihyun with a new confidence. it makes you chuckle at how quickly kihyun got into the rhythm of this, but of course, you had to remind both of them who was in charge here, even as you got close to orgasm yourself, “t-tell me how you’re feeling, bunny.”

“i’m— oh! oh, fuck!— close! please, i’m gonna—!” he squirms around, trying to hold himself back for just a bit longer, knowing you don’t like it when he cums before you.

but you do slow down, watching wonho’s features as the orgasm he was so close to fades away, how unsatisfied and whiney he looks, “isn’t he cute, kihyunie? his expressions when he’s denied are the cutest, don’t you agree?”

“i— yeah, yeah,” kihyun just settles on agreeing with you, his hand now just mindlessly rubbing wonho’s chest and abdomen, noting the soft sighs coming from the other as his almost-orgasm fades away, “you should do it again.”

“oh?! should i?” your voice rises, curious at the way kihyun’s finally giving some input, “do you hear that hoho? kihyun wants me to deny you even more. is that what you want as well? to spiral into an edging hell until your poor cock just explodes with barely a touch?”

your words and tone affect both men simultaneously. kihyun shivers at the thought, even though he wouldn’t experience any of it. it did point out the fact though that he was incredibly hard right now. he didn’t even know if you wanted him here just to mess with wonho or if you’d also get him off if he asked.

and wonho is just a mess, whining and whimpering as he tries to move his hips around, but your hand stops him, holding his hips in place under you, “or should i show you some mercy, bunny? you’ve been very good today, so maybe i should reward you. what do you think?”

“p-please, i need it so, so badly, please let me,” he begs, and kihyun notices how wonho’s arms aren’t even resisting against your hold. he’s letting you hold them above his head and the thought that he could push you off of him and do whatever he pleases at any point but he chooses to be docile and obedient really nails home your dynamic. just thinking about it makes kihyun feel even more turned on.

you’re easily swayed by wonho’s begging like always. it’s too easy to want to give him anything he asks for, “shh, bunny. it’s okay, you’ve done well today, i’ll let you cum, alright?” and there’s also such obvious love and trust between you both that kihyun can understand just how easy it’d be to fall under your dominance. he’s starting to anyway.

but you start to up your speed again, groaning as your hand that had previously held his hips reaches up to cup his cheek, whispering to him, “come on, sweetie, give kihyunie a good show. y-you’re always the prettiest when you’re cummimg, so come on, let him see it.”

and he does. wonho throws his head back, making an expression like he’s in pain but that’s the furthest thing from the truth right now. his hips thrust up to match your speed too, and you’re so close you can almost taste it, feeling it build in your stomach before the warmth fills your entire body, and you moan out in pleasure yourself, reaching your hand down to rub your clit for that extra stimulation.

kihyun just watches, gawking almost, as you both finish, slowly coming to a halt with wonho still inside you, both of your breathing heavy as you run your fingers through wonho’s hair, kissing him on the forehead.

but your eyes wander, and you notice just how horny kihyun had gotten watching you both, “oh, kihyunie, is there something you want to say?”

“no! no i’m fine—“

“oh, alright then. well, let’s clean up, since—”

“okay wait!” he cuts you off right after you cut him off, gazing at you nervously before averting his eyes to some other part of the room, “can you get me off too, please?”

“see? that wasn’t too hard, sweetie,” you smile, reaching a hand out to rub his shoulder, and his eyes flutter closed at the contact, “unfortunately, my bunny gets jealous easily, and since he’s been so good today, i don’t think it’s fair to him for me to get you off,” kihyun whines against his own attempts to stay quiet, “but, if you ask nicely, maybe he’ll take care of you.”

kihyun glances towards wonho, a bit less sure of how to beg him, “please, hoseok, suck me off, i promise i’ll be gentle.”

“oh, trust me,” wonho chuckles dryly despite seeming out of it, sitting up as you get off of him, clearing his throat, “that’s a promise you don’t need to keep.”

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[sopewriters]

heeey, could I request "I'm going to leave so many hickies on your body that you won't have a chance to cover them all up" and "If you don't want me to think you're into this, try not to moan so loudly when I pull your hair" with kihyun from monsta x!! thanks 💕💕

This is probably not what you were expecting, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

kihyun; 521 words; smut - sub!kihyun

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It’s notsurprising, the way the two of you always seem to fall together, fit together perfectly.

Kihyun’salways been soft, all wide-eyed innocence and smooth-rounded cheeks. Even hissmile is gentle, warm, and his words – small, cute; and, you think, such aperson can’t possibly exist, not for as long as there exists a double-sidedcoin.

Kihyun can’tbe as naïve as he portrays himself to be, and you intend to draw out that part of him; the part of him thathe so desperately wishes to keep hidden, the part of him that he’s completelysubmerged under tranquil waters. Kihyun’s just a pool of gasoline, waiting foryour fire.

And, oh, you intend to deliver.

Which iswhy, when his eyes grow wide, breath stuttering, you don’t feel a break in yourconfidence. As your hand traces the smooth expanse of skin near his shoulder,sliding its way up his neck to cup the base of it, your determination onlyblazes. Because soon—soon, very, verysoon—he’s not going to be able to hold back. Not on you, and not on anyoneelse.

“You’ve gotsuch pretty skin, babe.” You murmur appreciatively against his throat, feelingthe way it constricts as he swallows heavily, “Perfect to get all marked up.”

“_____,w-what’s—” Kihyun stutters, breath hitching, “W-what’s gotten into y—?”

“I’m goingto leave so many hickeys on you, you won’t have a chance to cover them all up.”You tell him, in a tone so simple it could even be used to talk about theweather. Clearly, it throws him off, as indicated by the sudden flush sweepingover his cheeks, across the bridge of his nose. Kihyun’s always been a heavyblusher. It makes you smirk.

“O—kay, butnot here!” He keeps his voice low, though it still trembles; the space iscramped, and you can feel his nervous breath puffing against your own skin,making it prickle and heat up, “W-We’re in public, you can’t just—!”

“Shut it.”You say, firmly, and he falls silent, eyes widening as you make good on yourpromise, sucking hard at the side of his neck until he’s all but pliant in yourgrasp, “You like this, don’t you? Acting all sweet and vanilla—while, inreality, this is what you want.”

Reaching up,you brush your hand against his scalp, tangling his hair between your fingersas you harshly pull back his head to expose his throat better for your eagermouth.

“N-No, that’snot true!” He protests, though it dies as a weak whimper in the back of his throatas you nibble at the soft skin of his neck, “Oh!”

“Oh, really?”You smirk against heated flesh, reaching up to press your lips to his, stealinghis breath away, “If you really don’t want me to think you’re into this,try not to moan so loudly when I pull your hair, babe.”

“Besides,”You add, grin stretching wide at the sight of him, trembling for you, glossy-eyedand red-cheeked, “By the time we’re through, you’ll be begging me to do this again.”

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Monsta X Masterlist

Imagines:

Shownu:

Wonho:

Minhyuk:

Rainy Days

after the rain forces you to cancel your date with you boyfriend Minhyuk, you decide that movies and cuddles isn’t a bad way to spend the evening. (FLUFF)

Kihyun:

Welcome Home

You come home after a long day of work to be greeted by your boyfriend making you a wonderful dinner, followed by after dinner cuddles. (FLUFF)

Hyungwon:

Movie Night

sub!kihyun, dom!gn!reader, kinda rough, idk what else to put here-

Joohoney:

I.M:

Reactions:

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Wearing a Skirt For You

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[daegustreetlights]

Sub! Jooheon

warnings: mommy kink. that’s about it. some slight-ish feminization?? idk he likes cute stuff

• this is something I've thought about a lot tbch • ‎maybe a little too much but y k n o w • jooheon is the babiest of baby boys and I simply cannot be convinced otherwise • ‎have you seen the way his face lights up when the other members kiss him?? how satisfied he looks when he cuddles up to one of them?? • ‎alternatively, have you seen just how sulky he gets when he doesn't get what he wants?? • ‎that soft little pout that always seems to be on his lips?? • ‎yeah. baby boy. • ‎so let's discuss!! • ‎I feel like honey is a total submissive; if not, then a very-sub leaning switch • ‎and boy oh boy does he embrace it • ‎he's a very sweet boy?? • ‎like hyunwoo, he really just wants to see you happy • ‎he'll help out around the house however he can • ‎likes cooking for you when he knows you've had a long day at work and just wants to relax • ‎loves!! taking!! baths!! especially with you!! • ‎so when you're feeling under the weather or a little stressed it’s the perfect opportunity for him to fill the rub and ease you into it • ‎helps you undress so that he can press gentle kisses to your skin as it becomes exposed to him • ‎:(((( soft baby he just wants you to be happy • have we talked about just how much he loves skinship? no? let's do that • ‎he's high key the type of guy to cry if he goes too long without affection no cap • ‎he just?? wants to be loved?? wants to be held and feel like someone genuinely cares for him • ‎giant lap baby • ‎he likes curling up on your lap and burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hands fist the front of your shirt as your own hands dip beneath the hem of his, fingers working soft circles into the flesh of his lower back • ‎he also really, really loves it when you play with his hair • ‎it's high key one of the fastest ways to make him fall asleep, too • ‎i'm not saying you should braid it and put fun hair ties and clips in it but that's exactly what I'm saying • ‎kiss his dimples and he'll melt • ‎speaking of kisses, he gives the best ones • ‎his lips are so plump and soft?? • ‎and he's so gentle. he takes his time, peppering featherlight kisses across the expanse of your face • ‎he'll kiss your cheeks, the tip of your nose, the corner of your lips, and everything in between before he finally presses his lips to yours • ‎he just relishes in the feeling of your lips pressed against his • ‎his eyes are filled with stars when the two of you finally part, warmth spreading throughout his chest as his lips split into a bright grin • also??? he adores stuffed animals?? soft babe, he has a collection • and blankets, give him lots of big heavy blankets and you'll have the happiest little burrito in the world • he really likes the fuzzy ones • and fuzzy socks!! • and the cute ankle socks with the lil bows on them • and the ones with fun patterns on them • just,,,,socks. he likes socks • ‎,,,, mommy kink • ‎he has the world's worst mommy kink • ‎I do not accept constructive criticism • ‎but can you imagine?? that pretty little pout and those big ol' eyes staring at you as he let's out a soft "please, mommy?" • ‎equally bad daddy kink • ‎so, so obedient • ‎he does everything he possibly can to please you and has no issue doing whatever you ask of him • honestly, the only time he even thinks about being disobedient is when he's continually being denied the things he thinks he deserves • ‎like???? • ‎he's been so good?? all day?? all wEEK?? and his dom won't give him what he wants?? guess who's pitching a fit • ‎they're not even horrible fits he's just a giant crybaby. he'll sniffle and pout until you cave. make you feel guilty • ‎he's got you wrapped around his little finger • ‎and then he's back to being all sunshine and rainbows • ‎honestly, just shower him in affection and you will have one of the most-mild mannered subs in the world • ‎give him lots of kisses and take good care of him pls and thankee

[submissivekpop]

high heels and kitten ears; yoo kihyun

Requested: yes

Warnings: smut, mentions of crossdressing, pet play, anal fingering, slightly dirty talk, mommy kink, sub!Kihyun, dom!Reader

Words: 2200+

A/N: the world needs more sub!Kihyun content

Kihyun knows better than to bet with his members. He never ever does it, because he knows that they'll find a way to make sure he loses. And yet, this time, he was careless enough to take Minhyuk's bet and, as expected, he lost.

So there he is, standing right in front of you, his ears redder than they've ever been, face flushed out of embarrassment – or anger, you think, or maybe both – as you study his new remarkable outfit.

Cat ears, pink panties and high heels, something you'd never thought you'd see him wear.

«You know you didn't actually have to do it, right?» you ask, and he grunts.

«Of course I had to» he says, crossing his arms. «If I lied to him, he would have known. He always does.»

«What if I lied as well?» you questioned.

«It would be the same» he sighs. «That guy can smell a lie from a mile away.»

«So what? Even if he knew that you lied, what could he possibly do?»

«Are you crazy, Y/N?»

His voice is now higher than before, but you can't tell if he's doing it on purpose or if it's just a habit.

«It's Minhyuk we're talking about! He would have probably made me wear this thing in public!»

«Alright, alright» you say. «I guess it's better if we don't find out, then.»

He nods, glad that you finally understand.

«So... now what?»

He looks unsure, even worried, as you get closer to him. The redness on his face hasn't faded away yet, and you're pretty sure his skin is way hotter than it should be.

«I have to admit it» you begin, softly cupping his face in your hands. «You look pretty cute like this.»

His reaction is enough to take your breath away. Seeing Kihyun behave like this is extremely rare, it almost never happens. He tries to say something – probably some snarky remark – but the only thing he manages to choke out is a barely audible “thanks”.

«Do you want me to try it on?» you ask, feeling guilty for the teasing you accidentally put your boyfriend through.

It takes him a couple of seconds to just shake his head and, when he does, he does it so vigorously that you wonder if, maybe, he's not enjoying it.

«Could we... c-could we...?» he stutters and, before finishing his sentence, he grabs your wrist to lead you into your shared bedroom. There, he sits on the bed and looks at you with expectant eyes.

You're not really sure about what he actually wants, so you just stand there, without moving or saying a word.

«Y/N» he sighs. «Can we... can you» once again, he stops mid-sentence.

«Can I what, Kihyun?»

«Just... do something!» he replies, and this time, he makes sure you notice his bulge, barely hidden by the pastel panties he's wearing.

«Oh... oh» you say, and you can feel your face becoming hotter and hotter. «Is this turning you on?»

He looks outraged by the implications in your words, but truth is, he loves it. He can't help being awkward, being that he's never been in that position before. The shocked expression on his face is nothing but a way to pretend he isn't enjoying it as much as he actually is. He's been wanting to try something like this for ages and now Minhyuk's bet is giving him the chance to finally bring his fantasy to life. He should thank him, he thinks to himself, but he's not that willing to share that kind of details about his private life with him.

«Kihyun?» you call, and he seems to awake from his zoning out. «I've asked you a question.»

He squints a bit, as if he's thinking about how to answer.

«I wasn't listening, sorry» he admits, in the end, lowering his gaze.

You giggle. Of course he wasn't listening, you know him well enough to understand immediately when he's distracted.

«I said, have you ever tried this whole thing before?»

He's quick to shake his head, and you can't help it but sigh in relief. Knowing it's his first time as well makes you feel slightly less worried. Of course, you still know that anything could go wrong but, at least, you know he'll understand.

«I thought about it, though» he says, a few moments later.

«Oh, have you?» you question. «Tell me, what happens in your fantasies?»

«Y-You call me a good kitten» he says, hesitantly.

You make a mental note of that, hoping he'll give you more details.

«Is that all?»

Once again, he shakes his head.

«You tell me I'm p-pretty» he stutters, and you notice how his ears are getting redder. «A-And you do some nasty stuff to me.»

You smile. It's getting interesting.

«What kind of “nasty” stuff, kitten?»

At the sudden pet name, he squirms. It's easy for you to tell he's loving it.

«You t-touch me.»

«Where?» you question. «Where do I touch you, love?»

«Everywhere» he says, a soft whisper that you almost didn't catch.

«You have to be more specific, Kihyun, or else I won't understand.»

He notices the sudden change in your tone, and he feels himself getting more and more aroused. You're no longer speaking softly to him, like you always do. This time, your tone is sharp, demanding and, god, he loves it.

«Here» he points towards his nipples. «Here, and here too.» This time, he's touching his neck, then his ears.  

«Anywhere else?»

He nods. His hands move across his chest, till they get to the waistband of the panties he's wearing.

«Here.»

You get closer to him and, as you do, he lifts his gaze to meet yours. The lust in his eyes is undeniable, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on. That, and the whole fantasy he was describing. Sitting next to him, you softly caress his thigh.

«Do I touch you here as well?» you ask.

Biting his lips, he nods. Your hand is dangerously close to his throbbing cock, and feels as if he could come with the lightest touch.

«Anything else?»

«You f-fuck me, hard.»

You smile. That's what you wanted to hear, after all. You gently palm him through his panties, leaning closer to whisper into his ear.

«That's so hot, kitten.»

His breath hitches, and you're pretty sure he's trying to suppress a moan. Swiftly, you start kissing his neck, nibbling his skin and occasionally sucking on it, making sure to leave a couple of marks here and there. When you softly bite his lobe, he moans louder than he's ever had, and his reaction is enough for you to feel a wave of confidence rushing into you. You push him down a bit, and he immediately falls down on the mattress. You can see it in his eyes, he doesn't know what to expect. Your hand – the one that's not busy palming him – wanders across his chest, gently playing with his sensitive nipples. Whenever you graze over them, you notice, he whimpers in the cutest way you've ever seen.

«You're so pretty, Kihyun» you say, making him blush.

«Oh, Y/N, w-wait» he stutters, as your tongue darts over his nipple. «I don't know what to call you!»

His chest is rising and falling quickly as he breathes, trying to reposition himself so that he can see you clearly.

«Your choice, baby» you say, allowing him to decide whatever name he likes the most.

«M-Mistress? Noona?» he wonders, as you keep on teasing his nipples. «Or maybe mom- oh god, mommy!» he cries out, once you palm him a bit harder than usual.

«Guess that's it, then.»

«W-We need a safeword as well» he stutters, inhaling sharply.

Oh.

Oh.

You mentally curse yourself for forgetting about it, but Kihyun doesn't seem bothered by it, not at all.

«How about cranberry?» he suggests, looking at you expectantly.

«You think you can remember it?»

He nods.

«I don't like cranberries, it's gonna be easy.»

«Alright, then» you say, smiling at him. As soon as you do, he plops down on the bed again, and you resume your teasing.

Hooking your finger across the waistband of his pink panties, you slowly pull them down, watching as his member springs free, twitching and leaking against his abdomen.

«You look so pretty, kitten» you praise him. «Already that hard for me.»

«Please, mommy...» he begs, but you're not planning on giving in so easily.

«Please what? Use your words.»

Your hand is now grazing over his shaft, your nails lightly scratching his tip. You take him into your hand, smearing his precum all over his member as some sort of lube, before setting a painfully slow pace.

«Please, f-fuck me.»

«Not yet, kitten.»

You'd be lying if you said you know exactly what you're doing. To be honest, you have no idea. You're planning to edge him a bit, of course, but you don't really know how long he can last, nor how to make sure he doesn't cum before you allow him to.

When you take your hand away from him, he whines so loudly that, for a second, you think about giving him exactly what he wants. He begs for your touch, he begs to feel your hand over him again, he begs for his release. Then, much to your surprise, he begs you to fuck him. He doesn't exactly want you to ride him, no. He wants you to finger him, fast and hard, until he's seeing stars. Well, maybe that's not exactly what he said, but that's definitely what you understood.

«I don't want to hurt you» you whisper, leaning down to softly kiss his thigh.

«You won't» he says, quickly.

You watch as he stands to get the lube from the nightstand, before laying down again, his legs spread open in front of you. He squirts a generous amount of lube on his hand and, after warming it up a bit, he starts teasing his entrance.

«It's not gonna hurt, I swear» he moans, as soon as his finger enters him. «I-It feels s-so good, mommy.»

Pulling his hand away, you get some lube on your fingers, before warming it up in the same way Kihyun did.

«Don't you dare touch yourself without my permission ever again» you warn him, as you easily slide your index inside him.

Shivering, he nods.

«Sorry, mommy.»

You decide to let it slide, this time. After all, you know he wasn't trying to disobey you, he just wanted to reassure you. The pace you set is painfully slow, just enough to tease him and make him wish you were moving a bit faster. Adding a second finger, you caress his thigh, moving your hand towards his knee, before lifting his leg, so that it's now resting over your shoulder. Whining at the sudden shift in the position, he bites his lip to hold back a moan. He still has his heels on, you notice, and you wonder how is it possible they're not bothering him. You kiss the back of his knee, making sure to lick it just enough to make him moan. At the same time, while you slightly curl the fingers inside him, your other hand moves to grab his cock, slowly jerking it off. As you thought, he reacts immediately.

«Fuck, mommy» he yelps, trying to push his hips against your hand.

You take it as a sign to give him more, a sign that he likes it – or, better, he loves it. You push a third finger inside him, taking in the sight as his mouth forms an 'o' shape as he lets out a deep, guttural moan.

«I f-feel so full, mommy...» he moans. «S-So good.»

His cock his twitching in your hand, as you feel something sticky coming out from his tip, now redder than it's ever been. You quicken your pace, pushing your fingers deeper into him, making sure to hit his special spot every single time. Judging by the look on his face and the sounds he's making, you're doing it perfectly.

«You look so pretty, kitten» you praise him, and he can't help but whimper as soon as he hears your words.

«I-I'm so c-close, mommy.»

«Are you gonna cum for me, baby?» you coo.

He nods frantically, his whines and moans getting higher in pitch as he gets closer to his release.

«I-I'm gonna cum!» he warns you, trashing his head on the pillow. «I'm gonna cum, mommy!»

After giving you a pleading look, the most convincing one he could manage, and your consequent permission, he comes with a loud, high pitched moan.

«I love you» he says, as soon as you slow your pace to allow him to ride out his orgasm. «I love you so much.»

«I love you too, baby.»

Before laying down next to him, you grab a couple of tissues to clean him up. You know he's probably already thinking of showering, but you're planning to get your daily dose of cuddles first.

«Are you okay?» you ask, and he nods.

You stay silent for a while, enjoying the comfortable feeling that you get from being so close to him, before he decides to talk again.

«Y/N?» he calls.

«Yeah?»

«I think we should thank Minhyuk.»

Feedback is always appreciated!

[flowered-mp3]

someone’s someone - yoo kihyun

pairing: boyfriend kihyun + female reader

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship au

word count: 7.6k+

warnings: super self-indulgent (lmao), kih and y/n being so disgustingly sweet that you’ll want to throw up, alcohol, explicit sexual content, cursing, breathplay (f), edging (f), oral (f), dom/sub themes, unprotected sex

summary: you spent your birthday with your boyfriend for the first time, and he made every effort to make the day as special as possible.

rating: 18+

author’s note: surprise post for my bday! super self-indulgent (obv)! i'm sure that you all understand what this is inspired by (if u look at my text posts lmao), but if u didn't see, they're inspired by this vid, this vid, this vid, this set, and this pic, all of which made me 🥴 (i’m v down bad. no, i don’t want to talk about it, i just want mercy pls). in addition, i want to thank @kimga for suggesting a cooking kih, so i added a little part with that. ok bye <3

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[library] [monsta x library]

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The day started as an absolute dream.

You weren’t sure what he was going to do for your birthday, as it was the first one that you were celebrating with Kihyun as your official boyfriend but…

It was more than you ever thought that you would ever deserve in a million years.

You woke up with Kihyun wrapped around you like a stuffed animal within the plush duvet, his firm chest cloaking the entirety of your frame protectively. The sight of him with his hair charmingly dishevelled, wispy dark strands kissing his eyelashes with a sleepy grin spread across his face, was utterly devastating for your heart.

“Good morning, baby. I’m so happy that you were born…” he whispered huskily, voice raspier than normal from sleep. Your heart swelled in affection as hushed declarations of adoration and love escaped his lips; a luxury that you’ve only been able to have with him in the morning.

While he always showed a regular level of affection with you (you mean, he’s your boyfriend, why wouldn’t he?), there was something about that time of the day; warm sunlight seeping through the curtains before it reflected off the sheets and onto your skin in an alluring manner; eyes half-lidded and mind half-asleep, did such mushy words slip from his mouth.

Even as you teased him bashfully, “Shut up. You’re so cheesy,” he continued to shower you with flattering and ego-boosting remarks.

“Just take the compliments,” he started before nuzzling his nose into your neck, “You deserve them.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, responding to his sweet words by pressing a palm against his cheek and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

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Turns out, Kihyun had the entire rest of the day planned out.

He sat on the bed with a mug of green tea in hand, going on and on about the minute little details of what he had planned for the day. It honestly got to the point where the contents of what he was saying became lost to you, your mind focused on the sight of your very hot boyfriend in a robe with messy bedhead, just planning things.

It didn’t matter what he did because he gave 110% of his energy into it, no questions asked. He’s a passionate man, and you never really expected anything less.

“You planned the entire day out? For me?” you asked, curious of what his response would be.

“Of course,” he answered, just as if your question was rhetorical. You smiled when he reached out to take his hand in yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand tenderly.

“That’s very sexy of you,” you admitted, giggling at your half-joke. It prompted Kihyun to laugh as well, throwing his head back with his mouth opening wide. The sight and the sound of him laughing were among your favourites; his mouth opened wide as cute little crinkles and creases appeared around his eyes.

“Out of all the qualities that you like about me, that's the sexiest thing?” he asked, amused and thoroughly entertained by your comment.

“It’s my birthday, so just take the compliment,” you repeated to him, giggling once his smile became even wider and brighter. Then, he suddenly reached out to push a stray hair out of your face, smoothing it back before leaning in and staring for a short moment. Before you were able to ask him what was on his mind, he pressed his lips against your forehead tenderly. With overwhelming fondness, he slid his palm down to your cheek before pulling away.

“Of course. Anything for you,” he answered, heart beating faster when you leaned into his touch, sighing out contently.

---

It was around noon when you finally decided to leave the bedroom, clad in an oversized sweatshirt while ruffling your hair, still damp from being freshly washed. You traipsed down the stairs leisurely until you reached the kitchen, the smell of fried eggs and rice drawing you in. Your eyes darted around to determine the source of the scent, eventually landing on the sight of your boyfriend in front of the stove with a spatula in hand.

His back was facing you as he tossed the pan in the air, shoulder blades pressing through his white t-shirt as his arms flexed in exertion; it was as if he was inviting you to stare at him. You bit your bottom lip as your eyes unwittingly trailed across his back and down to his legs, thoroughly appreciating the sight of his cute butt in those shorts that he always wore on his days off.

With quiet feet, you snuck up behind him with small steps before wrapping your arms around his waist, giggling when you felt his entire body jump up in response to your hug. Only when he realized that the source of the surprise was you, did he relax.

“You scared me,” he pouted when he heard you giggle at him, shoulders slumping before he resumed his activities at the stove. Looking down, you immediately smiled after your eyes assessed the contents of the sizzling pan.

“Fried rice? With the daikon kimchi and the fried eggs?”

“Mmhm.”

“Sunny-side up? With the crispy edges?”

“Yup.”

“Sprinkled with sesame seeds and shredded nori?”

“Of course.”

Thankful, you squeezed him in your arms tighter, burrowing your cheek into his back with a grin spread across your face.

“That’s my favourite,” you muttered, barely audible through the sound of the hood fan running.

“I know,” he responded with an all-knowing smirk before grasping at your wrist with a free hand, bringing it up to his lips. With the softest touch, he pressed his lips against your knuckles lovingly before gingerly nudging you to the side to open a cabinet, grabbing two ceramic bowls from the wooden shelving.

Circling around, you sat on a barstool to observe him as he cooked, heart full and elated.

Kihyun constantly moved around the kitchen, running from the stove to the fridge to grab something; the tube of grated ginger, maybe, before dispensing some in the pan, tossing the rice around once again. Within your line of sight, you looked at the many little bowls arranged around the stove, likely used to hold measured ingredients that he used up. Next, your eyes caught a familiar giant cleaver laid flat on a wooden cutting board; his pride and joy. You remembered the way that his expression lit up when he first purchased it, constantly going around as he gushed and rambled about the marvels of his new knife.

Babe, look! I’ve always wanted one and look at how easy it is to chop stuff, he had said, a smile creeping onto your face as you recollected the memory. He even took a carrot and an onion from the fridge to demonstrate; the sight strangely endearing.

“What are you smiling about?” he questioned in the middle of plating the fried eggs on top of the rice, non-stick pan in one hand with a silicone spatula in the other.

You.

At least, that’s what you wanted to say. What you should’ve said immediately. Something like that would’ve been mushy and nearly cringe-worthy; something Kihyun would’ve categorized as some sappy, lovey-dovey bullshit on any regular day. He pretended to hate it as a self-proclaimed anti-romantic for the longest time but you’ve known, and only you would’ve known, that he secretly loved it. Sometimes, he would reach for your hand in feigned absentmindedness, just to satisfy his craving for skin-on-skin contact; or he would tell you to shift around on the couch to get comfier, all to disguise the fact that he just wanted to cuddle.

You’re so damn lucky. So unbelievably, irrevocably in love with him that it scared you, so much so that it felt as if the feeling bubbled out as an innate need for you to tell him every small thing that came into your mind about him. It wasn’t something that you would’ve been able to put into words, so you just said, “You.”

Kihyun attempted to seem austere at first, trying his best to suppress his response to seem unaffected. However, it proved to be a futile effort once an overwhelming fondness started to bleed through the façade, manifesting in his expression until his face thawed into a shy smile. A smile that was so incredibly him.

“What are you actually thinking about? I’m trying to be serious,” he said with a disbelieving chuckle, prompting you to smile as well.

You ignored him completely, instead choosing to continue with your cheesy compliments, “Head full, only you.”

“Babe-”

“My boyfriend is the fuckin’ best. He’s so handsome. Just look at him, cooking in the kitchen and being hot. I’ve never been more turned on-”

“Shh…” he silenced you with his pointer finger pressed against your lips, right after he placed the food on the table. It became completely silent until a laugh escaped him, prompting you to respond with a giggle.

“Let me boost your already inflated ego, Kih,” you joked, the sentence half-muffled by the presence of his finger against your lips.

Kihyun winced at your jab, pouting in false hurt and dramaticism, “You wound me, but I’ll let it slide since it’s your special day.”

You whined at him, playing along, “You know that I think that your confidence is the sexiest thing about you.”

“I thought that the fact that I plan stuff is the sexiest thing.”

You paused before answering, “That’s also true.”

“Are you sure that it’s your birthday?” he asked teasingly, tugging at your chair to bring himself closer to you, “You’re being especially affectionate to me today.”

His observation made you freeze mid-bite. Pulling away from your spoon, you placed it back into your bowl before continuing with a bashful whisper, “I’m just grateful for you, that’s all.”

Kihyun responded to you with a wordless stare, eyes gradually softening as each second passed. Then, his hand reached out to caress the side of your face, moving upward to comb your hair away from your forehead. The action was simple, yet impossibly tender and romantic, causing your breath to catch in your throat as your heart practically beat out of your chest.

There was a pause; possibly for a single, brief second but Kihyun couldn’t wait any longer. Unable to hold himself back, he closed the distance between you two by giving your temple a delicate, sentimental peck, lips soft against your skin.

“I love you,” he said in a hushed tone, heartbeat stopping as you felt his breath fan against your cheek when he pulled away.

Maybe it was the way that Kihyun’s voice descended into a whisper, but you could easily gather that those words were treated as a beloved secret to him; something sacred, only available for you to hear with such attachment and fondness laced in the phrase. The manner in which he said those words to you seemed to have an undeniable weight to them; a pure sensitivity to them. It was as tenderhearted as you ever would’ve dreamed of, the experience so vulnerable that it felt as if he was truly yielding his heart to you with the greatest degree of raw devotion.

If only you could’ve dragged your boyfriend back into your bedroom and had your way with him, to show him how much you truly and wholeheartedly love him, right then and there.

But unfortunately, your rising hunger for food took precedence.

“I love you, too,” you reciprocated instead, placing a quick, fond kiss on the corner of Kihyun’s mouth.

---

“I’ll take care of you later, I promise.”

That was the last thing that he said to you before leaving for dinner, right after you attempted to derail Kihyun’s plan for your birthday dinner.

He just looked so damn handsome in those black frames (he should’ve known how much you loved it when he wore those), that white button-up and fitted black slacks, thin silver rings decorating his fingers. His hair was styled back and out of his forehead for the first time in a long time, exposing his ears adorned with simple hoops. It was safe to say that the way he looked was incredibly distracting, so much so that you wrapped your arms around his waist and started to kiss at the side of his neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he had asked you in the middle of affixing a chain bracelet around his wrist, gaze only landing on you once it fastened with an audible click.

“You look hot,” you confessed shamelessly, eyeing his form in the mirror that stood in front of you two.

The man hasn’t worn fitted pants for the longest, longest time. He would’ve normally never touched that article of clothing with a ten-foot pole, so the fact that he has for this occasion was dangerous and frankly, criminal to you. Asinine. Wholly maddening. How would he have expected you to be able to focus on anything else?

Kihyun chuckled at your admission but managed to catch the way that your eyes started to glaze over, ogling him. While he greatly appreciated the ego boost, he knew that look and what that look intended to start. He has become very familiar with it so he shook his head, disagreeing.

“No, no, no. Absolutely fuckin’ not. Don’t even think about it. I planned this nice dinner a month ago so we,” he chastised, pausing to point his finger between you two to emphasize his point, “As a collective, are going to go to this restaurant, have fun, and eat food.”

You started to sulk, throwing your pride aside to give him the poutiest eyes that you could possibly muster. Just to up the ante, you decided to press your palm over his clothed chest before descending downward, cupping him through the front of his pants while maintaining eye contact. For a brief second, he made you believe that he was going to give in. Kihyun’s gaze became dark, narrow, and concentrated, drooping to stare at your parted lips before running the tip of his tongue against his teeth but…

He grasped at your wrist tightly; almost forceful, before gently nudging you away with a raised eyebrow and a playful threat, “Be good.”

Then, his voice lowered to a whisper, descending into a tone that he’s never used around anyone else but you, “I’ll take care of you later, I promise.”

---

Dinner was really nice. Complete with candles, wine, and fancy plates, you were having an amazing time with him but God, your mind was heavily preoccupied with the way that Kihyun looked.

The second that Kihyun sat down, he did anything and everything that he could to catch your eye; playing with the rings on his fingers to unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt and rolling the cuffs up his forearms, all under the guise of the room being too warm. His little alterations gave you a glorious peek of his bare chest and his veiny forearms, leading you to believe that he was doing it on purpose. There was absolutely no way that he wasn’t.

Perhaps the thought was naïve. You wanted to believe that the ache would die down after a couple of hours but no, not when he was eyeing you; staring into your soul like he was, filled to the brim with promises unfit for the public. It was as if he was just itching to finally get his hands on you; to take you and show you how much he genuinely appreciates you, right in the middle of a fucking restaurant.

Before long, however, it seemed that your patience was going to pay off. Kihyun just got back from the restroom after finishing the meal, nearly scaring the shit out of you when he snuck up to speak softly into your ear, “I’m going to go pay the bill, and you,” he paused, his hand landing on your shoulder before sliding down to the crease of your elbow, “Are going to pack our things, ok?”

He circled around until he was face to face before placing his hands on the armrests of your chair, waiting for eye contact. Once your eyes stared up at him from your seated position, wide and pretty, you hummed and nodded in compliance. As a response, Kihyun leaned down and lowered his voice to a whisper, so quiet that no one else in the restaurant would’ve been able to catch what he was about to say, “Good girl.”

Your entire body froze at the familiar pet name. It was almost hilarious; how easily Kihyun could get you to essentially eat out of his palm with a couple of words. You mean, who wouldn’t?

He always touted himself for not having a romantic bone in his body, but you strongly disagree. Who would plan all of this for someone’s birthday, without being romantic? You thought that opinion that he had of himself was completely ridiculous. Kihyun’s an attentive person. Chivalrous. Hardworking. Passionate. You wanted to ask yourself; what about those qualities isn’t romantic, to him?

The latter was proven once again when he ushered you into the car with his palm on the base of your spine, just shy of your ass. Even on the ride home, his hand remained on your thigh throughout the drive. The placement of his palm wasn’t particularly scandalous but the pressure of his touch was just as effective in getting you all riled up, thumb circling your skin through your dress.

It was the bare minimum, really, but your thighs still widened subconsciously at his action, as if you were unknowingly inviting him to finally touch you where you needed him the most.

---

You half-expected him to attack you the second that the door to the house closed, but no.

It was deafeningly quiet when you stepped inside the house, the only sound being the clink of the keys as you placed them in a small tray on the credenza. Kihyun locked the door and leaned down to unlace his dress shoes before placing them on the rack neatly, and acted as if nothing was special or different about the evening. Similarly, you kicked your heels off and placed them beside his shoes on the rack in the foyer, sighing out in relief when your feet were freed.

Then, Kihyun suddenly snuck up behind you, again, pressing his warm palm in between your shoulder blades before descending downward with his touch, caressing the curve of your spine. His lips managed to brush the shell of your ear; just barely, right before he breathed into your ear, “Go to the bedroom and wait there. I’ll be there soon.”

You nodded immediately, his command prompting you to part from him for a short moment. Kihyun walked into the kitchen to place the leftovers in the fridge before grabbing a glass of water, but you began your ascent up the stairs, making your way to your shared bedroom. With a click of the handle, you slowly walked inside to sit on the edge of your bed, facing the ajar door.

The longer you waited for him, the antsier you became. Your fingers started to play with the fabric of your dress as the minutes passed; you were beginning to believe that he fell asleep on the couch or something. However, you were just being impatient because the second that doubt began to seep into your mind, Kihyun entered the bedroom with a glass of water in hand.

Your body immediately tensed at his appearance, muscles tightening up in anticipation. He placed the glass on the side table before taking swift strides in your direction, pulling you up to your feet. The force caused you to stumble slightly, but Kihyun’s arm moved to wrap around the small of your waist, resting his hand against the base of your spine to steady your initial wobbliness. A giggle slipped from your lips at your own clumsiness, but the sound stopped when his knuckle met your chin, pushing your gaze toward his.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he smiled at you, his earnest expression and the sweetness of his affectionate tone causing your heart to flutter uncontrollably.

“Thank you,” you responded softly, smiling similarly as he moved to press a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. He continued with gentle pecks down your neck and across your collarbone, sighing out until he was met with the strap of your dress.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, trying your best to disguise how breathy you must’ve sounded, right in the middle of his fingers tugging at the back of your dress.

“That’s something I should be asking you,” he answered, right after he managed to find the zipper tab of your dress, “What do you want me to do? It’s your special day, birthday girl.”

Kihyun’s captivating tone made you tremble, your entire body succumbing to the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue laving at your jaw and your neck seductively. It became difficult for you to formulate a response as each second passed, your brain only able to focus on the fact that your core ached for some form of attention. You didn’t care what; his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his cock (God, yes); anything that would have him as close to you as possible. You were so preoccupied with the thought that you barely registered the fact that your dress slipped off of your shoulders, leaving you in your undergarments.

“Anything. I just want you,” you answered earnestly, morphing into a startled gasp when his body crowded against you, pushing you back until you laid flat for him on the bed. Immediately, his lips descended downward for a searing kiss, the sudden intensity urging you to part your thighs as you met him in the middle, lifting your upper body off of the bed. With equal ferocity, you roved your lips against his as his palm coaxed your jaw open, taking the opportunity to swipe his tongue against yours.

Within an instant, your eyelids opened out of surprise, catching the sight of his shoulders scrunched upward, brows furrowed in deep-rooted passion. However, the shock became short-lived because he started to do that thing that he always did with his tongue, successfully goading you to moan wantonly into his mouth.

You continued to return his kisses and touches with the same degree of enthusiasm until he pulled away from your body for a brief moment, leaving you cold. Complaints wanted to leave your lips, but any phrase of disappointment from you halted the second that his fingers fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt. He only bothered to unfasten a couple of them before he gave up, instead choosing to grab at the hem before tugging the shirt over his head unceremoniously.

Kihyun threw the offending fabric on the ground, presenting you with a view that you could’ve only described as mouthwatering. Positively tempting. Absolutely fucking delicious.

He leaned down, parting your legs with a nudge of his knee before caging you in with his body after removing his dress shirt. The action only served to give you a tantalizing view of his firm chest, toned abdomen, and sinewy, yet muscled arms. You weren’t able to believe the fact that he consistently hid a body like that underneath those baggy t-shirts, oversized sweatshirts, and bulky knitwear. Alternatively, you should’ve been thankful because you wouldn’t have been able to concentrate if he showed it off too often. Perhaps, it was an act of mercy.

Then, Kihyun gave you another kiss; gentler and much less ferocious than before. He pulled away with a caress on your jaw, moving until his grasp landed on your chin. With a delicate tap, he urged you to meet his gaze.

“Since you’re open for anything,” he began, maintaining eye contact as his palm glided to the center of your chest, to your clothed breast, and down to the swell of your right hip. His touch was barely there, its presence short-lived, but it still got you to burn from the inside out, causing your level of impatience to rise steadily. He teased you for the entire day, egging you on with heated glances and fleeting touches; it was only natural that you started to become antsy.

“I’m going to eat you out,” he continued with his voice lowered in volume, head dipping down to grant a warm kiss to your bare shoulder, “Finger you,” he added, tone a little breathier than it was before, littering your body with more kisses as he slid down your body, “Then fuck you. Sound good, birthday girl?” he finished his sentence once he arrived at the space between your legs, removing your underwear and throwing your knees over his shoulders. Then, he pressed a single, burning kiss to your inner thigh, that single action causing your cheeks to warm up.

Your breathing became increasingly laboured as he did that, your entire body eventually shuddering out of anticipation, “Yes. Obviously.”

Kihyun let out a hearty chuckle at your enthusiasm, “Someone’s mouthy today.”

“It’s all your fault for teasing me the entire day,” you argued, barely able to disguise how breathless you already sounded.

He continued to scatter kisses with an occasional playful nip all over the exposed skin of your thighs before answering cheekily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did no such thing.”

You nearly scoffed at your boyfriend’s audacity.

“Liar,” you disagreed, pausing when you noticed the way that your voice became much whinier than you intended. So, you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyelids shut, all in an attempt to control yourself, “You knew exactly what you were doing when you decided to wear those glasses.”

Your boyfriend laughed at your little attempt at bantering with him, not even bothering to disagree with your accusation. His breath ended up fanning over your wet core, which only served to cause your level of impatience to increase. You didn’t want to seem too desperate but it was incredibly difficult because Kihyun was such a teasing asshole for the entire day.

Regardless, you threw away your pride by slapping your palms over your eyes with a whine, all in an effort to persuade him to progress a little faster, “It’s just… Oh my God, you’ve been eyeing me the whole day and you’re still not doing anything and I feel like I’m gonna go insane if you don’t- Ah!”

Suddenly, you felt a flat, wet appendage stroke up the entirety of your pussy, finally giving you some semblance of relief after the last couple of long, agonizing hours. You gasped, hands moving from your eyes to the sheets beside you, nails gradually scratching at the fabric when his tongue repeated that action multiple times with the same level of pressure.

Then, he started to increase the speed at which he moved; just barely, before sliding the tip of his tongue to your clit, giving it several mind-numbing flicks. Immediately, your breath hitched and your stomach tensed in response, hands beginning to grip at the sheets with a little more vehemence.

Just out of curiosity, your head drooped downward to steal a glance at the sight between your legs. Upon eye contact with him, his tongue moved to give your clit a single circular swipe of his tongue before wrapping his lips around the swollen nub, sucking gently. The sensation instantly made your thighs shudder, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

You cursed in a hushed whisper, eyelids fluttering as your fingers continued to dig into the sheets, his lips and tongue alternating between any movement that would’ve made you lose your mind.

And you did just that.

While Kihyun’s rhythm was pleasure-inducing (it definitely was, no doubt about it), it was only enough to get you as close as possible, without actually giving you what you wanted for the whole day. Every brush of his lips, every single lick and flick of his tongue was unquestionably calculated, only allowing you to teeter over the edge of ecstasy without actually passing it.

Even as he traced his finger along your slit, gathering the wetness before sliding two fingers inside your eager entrance with his mouth sucking at your clit, it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Kih… More,” you pleaded with him, squirming in the bed as you grabbed at his hair impatiently, ruining the sleek look that it had for dinner. You wanted to push his fingers deeper, to grind the flat of his tongue against your clit to make yourself come but he stopped his motions. Within an instant, the warmth of his mouth was gone, and the movement of his fingers inside you halted as well.

Confused when you felt the slow waves of pleasure ebb away, you blinked rapidly. Kihyun pulled away and you let out a groan of frustration, on the verge of tears.

“No touching,” he warned, his tone urging you to remove your grip from his hair. You abided by his rule for a moment; you always did; but he started to move his mouth over your pussy again, fingers resuming his previous rhythm. Somehow, your hands made their way back into the strands of his hair, which prompted him to remove himself once again.

“What did I say?” he reminded harshly as his fingers dug into your skin, emphasizing his earlier warning.

You answered with a swallow and a bite of your bottom lip after lifting your hands from his hair again, landing on the sheets beside you, “No touching.”

“Again.”

“No touching,” you repeated with a nod, trying your best to keep your voice as strong as possible.

Kihyun raised an eyebrow and smirked in response, “Good girl.”

He’s so fucking hot, you thought as you clenched around his fingers, tempting Kihyun to respond with a cocky, sly smile. He knew how much you loved it when he called you that in bed; it always made you incredibly pliant and needy.

So, he continued to push his fingers inside you, caressing and stroking his tongue over your sensitive nub before he sucked at it once again, hips twitching. Although your fingers were preoccupied with gripping at the fabric of the bedding, you were moving too much for his liking. So, he wrapped an arm around your stomach to keep you still.

When his fingers curled upward and his mouth suckled at your clit with a pressure that was a little harder than before, you felt that you actually might come. You could barely register the fact that you started to beg him; don’t stop, please, right there, moaning uncontrollably into the warm air. But then, he stopped.

Again.

“I hate you,” you seethed, canting your hips up in search of his mouth.

Kihyun lifted himself off from his stomach, leaning over you before wiping your wetness from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but he had a smug smile painted all over his face as he did so, hair kissing his eyelashes. It hid a small portion of his gaze from you but the sight of him only made you increasingly desperate. He just looked so fucking good with his bulging chest and lean arms caging you in.

He didn’t respond to your irritated comment with words. Rather, his facial expression feigned innocence as he leaned down, reaching behind you to unfasten your undergarment before grazing his lips over your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, and sucking at it provokingly.

A heavy exhale ended up leaving your mouth as he did so, translating into a salacious expression. Enticed by it, Kihyun leaned in and gave you another kiss, urging you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. As his body moved, his hand did as well. You felt the expanse of his palm glide down to touch you between your legs, rubbing steady circles on your most sensitive of spots. It pushed you to grind against his fingers in search of more, so Kihyun sped up. Immediately, you broke the kiss with a harsh tug of his hair, unable to control the strangled cry that forced itself out of your lungs.

“Fuck,” you cursed, mouth falling open when his fingers slid back inside and curled them against your walls deliciously. The pressure was heightened as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, twisting, spreading, and curling the digits so fucking well that you wanted to scream.

You were crying out, digging your nails into his scalp as sheer desperation took over your mind; Kihyun couldn’t help but lean into it. He extended his motions; repeated them over and over and over to keep you on the edge without full relief, relishing in your tormented little whimpers and wanton gaze. These noises kept on leaving your lips, likely out of an attempt to communicate with him. It was as if you couldn’t even say his name properly, words coming out in indiscernible, fumbling sentences. It made him so unbelievably aroused that he began to palm his hardness through his slacks.

Then, finally, you spoke in the weakest, sexiest little whine that made him growl your name, “Fuck me,” you pleaded against his skin, “K- Kih… Kih- Hng…”

You were hopeless. Wholly desperate for him, which only served to satisfy a very carnal, possessive desire of his, tucked away for only you to see and experience. So, Kihyun obeyed your wish by sliding his pants off with any offending fabric as quick as he could; you weren’t the only person that was waiting for that very moment for the entire day. He didn’t even bother to take his glasses off because he knew that you had a thing for them. Anything for the beautiful birthday girl, he thought when he dove in for another kiss; passionate, slow, and deep; as his palm moved to gently caress your breast.

Blindly, you reached out for his cock to help him slide inside you, moaning out when the head slipped into you. With a shaky breath, he moved at a constant speed, gradually thrusting forward until he bottomed out, basking in how warm and wet you felt around him.

“I love you,” you told him, and Kihyun’s face melted into the most endearing smile that you’d ever seen.

“I love you, too,” Kihyun answered in earnest. Compared to you, he uttered those words in a much more reserved fashion but sometimes, you would catch him murmur those words before falling asleep, or whisper them in your ear when you decided to do anything remotely domestic for him; it made your heart swell in your chest every single time.

And tonight, was no exception.

Kihyun moved his lips over yours and then, he rolled his hips slowly.

His movements were controlled; calculated and unhurried as he gazed down at you through those damn glasses with such concentration, such intent, such ardour and pure, unadulterated desire that one thing became apparent; he wanted to savour this for as long as humanly possible.

Even though you’ve been teased and tortured, brought to the edge so many times already with zero relief, you didn’t want it to end either.

Within it all, Kihyun thrust into you, his motions serving to stretch you out with a pleasant burn as he brushed past that sensitive spot, thighs shaking. Then, he maintained that angle and ignored his desire to pound into you, adamant about making it as good for you as possible.

Because of that, he was much gentler than he usually is, normally becoming quite impatient once he got his cock in you. This wasn’t the case this time, though.

Despite the slow pace, you were still absolutely ruined. It seemed only fitting though, considering that he’d been playing with you for what felt like an eternity, taking his time in making you fall apart.

“Kihyun…” you whined as you attempted to rock against him, trying your best to motivate him into moving faster. You were hoping to appeal to his slightly brash nature but instead, he did the complete opposite; the asshole.

It was slow, yes. But regardless of the pace, Kihyun was still fucking into you hard and deep; so deep, that you began to realize what he was aiming for. Suddenly, the recognition hit you. He wasn’t going to speed up. Not at all.

Kihyun wasn’t going to increase his pace in any way because he was going to have you just like that. He was going to take every single liberty to maintain his controlled, languid fucking until you fall apart underneath him with a breathless, uninhibited moan (he was addicted to drawing that sound out of you, but he would never admit it).

You never would’ve guessed how he managed to preserve such discipline because he usually became just as greedy, impatient, and eager when you top. He wouldn’t necessarily beg or whine, but he would dig his nails into your ass or your thighs and you would understand, all without uttering a single word. Yet, there he was, holding back his own needs to give you pleasure.

Just to make matters even more infuriating, Kihyun’s movements seemed to get slower as your impatience and desperation increased. Just because you’ve known him for what felt like forever, he would never be able to let you live that down. Surely, he would tease you after for how needy you were, pleading with him to go faster, to go harder, between little cries of please Kihyun, now-

It was almost embarrassing, how loud you became, even if he was going as slow as he was. You were openly moaning into the warm air, breath fanning his face to the point where his glasses became a little fogged up. The whole experience was absolutely maddening because you were so, so close, nearly there, but he was guarding it from you like the secret devious boyfriend that he was. He was taunting you, goading you on with short little bursts of toe-curling pleasure with every precise drive into that spot that rested deep inside your cunt. Then, he followed with a frustratingly slow grind.

Although at the very least, Kihyun looked just as wrecked as you were, his artfully styled hair from before successfully mussed with your grabby hands, strands stuck to his forehead and temples, ends fanned over his eyes messily. Behind those glasses were eyes filled with desire and intensity, his breathing equally as heavy as yours, biting back groans of pleasure every single time that he bottomed out.

Just the sight of him only made you needier.

Unable to help yourself, the hand that rested on the sheets moved to the space between your legs. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but Kihyun thought otherwise. He grabbed at your wrist and swiftly pinned it beside your head, staring into your eyes to wordlessly say no. It made you thrash underneath him, your hips arching and rocking against him in an attempt to gain just a little more stimulation but no, Kihyun denied you that as well. You even tried to dig your heels against the base of his back to force him to fuck you harder, but nothing came of it.

Even as you appealed to him, begged him wantonly, “Babe, please… I just- I need-”

“Shh…” Kihyun silenced, changing nothing about his pace. Instead, he used his free arm to lift your leg from his waist to his shoulder, following up with a tender, careful kiss on your calf before he continued with the agonizing speed of his thrusts.

Ugh. As frustrating as he was being, you still loved him so much that it hurt.

He remained stubborn and persistent as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, spreading you open with his hands as he nearly bent you in half. Then, he loosened his hold on your wrist. For a brief second, you became confused by the change but he moved, resting his palm on the base of your throat. Instantly, you understood. He waited for your verbal permission, staring into your eyes and your soul with such fervour that you became choked up in the flurry of passion.

Immediately, you nodded and scrambled for his wrist before pulling it up, wrapping his fingers around your throat with a bite of your bottom lip. Through hazy eyes, you pleaded with him, whispering a meek choke me before he pressed his palm against your airway and squeezed with a practiced, familiar pressure, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. The action made your heart flutter uncontrollably; made your stomach clench in knots until you practically hung there in suspension, the thread being pulled so tight that eventually, you broke, fracturing in front of his eyes.

Kihyun snapped his hips, fucked into you hard with two strokes, and that was enough. He released his grip on your throat and you let out a shaky gasp, mouth opening in a silent scream as an orgasm overwhelmed your mind and your body. You shook underneath him, trembling terribly as you came harder than ever before, sobbing out phrases of Kih… Oh, fuck- Oh, God- as you clenched around him and clawed at his wrist.

Just when you felt like you weren’t able to fall for him even more than you already had, he maintained constant, burning eye contact when you came around him, gazing down at you with such reverence and love that you ached with emotion.

And fuck, you’ve never been more in love with him.

Even as your orgasm waned into oversensitivity, you ignored the sensation in favour of pleasing him. You peeled his hand from your neck and guided it to the sheets beside your head, twisting your wrist around to intertwine your fingers with his. Next, you brought his face down towards your own by grasping at the back of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his and squeezing his hand before you whispered against his lips with a moan, “Come for me.”

“Oh, fuck…” he growled hotly, effectively losing his previous composure to satisfy himself. You were just clamping around him so tight; so fucking well, and you just looked so pretty underneath him, so fucked out and utterly in love with him. So, he gave up control and started to pound into you, hard and fast, holding your thigh and your hand in a death grip until he finally came with a half-shout.

His face contorted into an expression of absolute bliss as his hips twitched wildly, pulsing inside your oversensitive cunt as you swallowed all of his moans with your kisses. You continued to roam your lips over his, slipping your tongue inside as his thrusts eventually became shallow. Pulling away, he flashed you the sleepiest, half-lidded grin amidst his pants for oxygen, clearly unapologetic for his torturous, teasing actions that night.

“You are… That was-” you started with disbelief, pausing with a swallow as you gasped for breath.

“Amazing? Mind-blowing? Fantastic?” Kihyun interrupted your train of thought before carefully pulling out, leaving you empty. He was infuriatingly smug, even though he essentially collapsed on top of you gracelessly, not even able to muster a fraction of finesse nor dexterity to roll off of your body. The audacity of the man astounded you; he was just as exhausted, spent, and most importantly, satisfied as you were.

“That was Torture. Fucking criminal.”

“You liked it.”

“You were such an asshole.”

“You liked it.”

“You were so mean.”

“You. Liked. It.”

Kihyun was insistent, lifting his upper body with his forearm before tracing your hairline with his finger. You smiled as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I loved it.”

Similarly, he grinned back at you before pressing a kiss against your mouth and turning your body around. It made you yelp against his mouth when your body plopped on top of his unceremoniously.

“Happy birthday,” he uttered mid-kiss, eyes softening when he saw you flash him the brightest, most stunningly beautiful smile. Your bodies were sweaty and sticky, thighs stained with come; it should’ve felt pretty gross (and it kind of was), but you didn’t want to leave him yet. So, you propped up on his chest with your forearms and tilted your head to the side, simply basking in the warmth of his body against yours.

You felt one hand reach up to play with your hair as the other roamed over your spine and your hip absentmindedly; it made you feel especially lucky; especially thankful for him. But then again, because it was Kihyun, a little devious thought rose in your mind.

“I hope that you know that I’ll be having my revenge on you. I don’t know when, but it’s going to happen. You better watch out,” you warned, KIhyun responding with a chuckle. You expected him to give you another sassy retort but instead, he lifted his head and gave your temple a tender kiss.

Surprised, your breath hitched and your eyes widened.

“I love you,” he said simply. The words were spoken for what felt like the millionth time that day but it was special for you, every single time.

“Love you, too,” you responded before laying down, resting your cheek against his chest.

Then, no other words were said. It was just you two, basking in the sound of your shared, echoing heartbeats.

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Another Year Wilder | Part Two

Part One | Part Two

Word Count: 21k

A/N: Final Part. A DELUGE OF SMUT. LITERALLY NOTHING BUT.  

Reality? I don’t know her. I only know an altverse where I write a gangbang, and MX immediately teases one in their latest album concept photos. SO YEAH, THIS IS HELL, WHERE I NOW LIVE.

Reminder: group sex/gangbang, boss(es)/employee relations, nothing but unprotected sex, blindfolds, spitroasting, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, fingering, multiple multiple creampies, just generally showered in cum omgwhy, dumbification, competitive fucking because why the fuck not, exhibitionism and voyeurism elements, manhandling, dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, possessiveness, sir kink, restrained by others (but most def not dubcon), so much fucking dirty talk, so so so much fucking praise, mild self-inflicted degradation lol, body worship, the loveliest aftercare (hey, she works fucking hard in this—she deserves it), probably other stuff because this is a shitshow.

The symphony of darkened voices poured like honey in her ears and clung just as persistently.

Jordana had to wet her mouth before she could even form words. “This is a lot to handle.”

“You have no idea,” laughed Hoseok before he yelped at what was no doubt somebody’s elbow in his ribs.

“It’s a lot to admit,” Hyunwoo said, his tone gentle but still heavy, “but if you want us, we want you.”

“We want to show you how special you are, especially on your birthday,” added Jooheon, with a squeeze of her wrist.

“So,” Changkyun said with his mouth beside her ear, “will you let us?”

It was hard to talk through her ragged breaths, but their silence gave her all the room she needed to catch what tatters she could. “Let you fuck me?”

“Please,” Hoseok begged. She felt his meaty hand squeeze her bare knee, and fire blazed a trail through her body straight to her already twitching cunt.

“How—how would we do this exactly?” she stammered. “You guys are a lot. I mean, there’s a lot of you and there’s also, you know, a lot of you.”

Minhyuk crowded out Jooheon at her side, no doubt sitting on his friend’s lap as he cuddled up along her side. He rested his chin on her shoulder and placed a kiss just under her jaw. “We’ll take good care of you, YoYo. It’s a game we all want to win, so if you need something, you just have to tell us.”

Changkyun had her other hand now, the back of it to his lips as he kissed every knuckle in time with his throaty words: “Any. Little. Thing.”

Kihyun, as always, stayed focused on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots, Jordana. Same rules apply as they did to the kissing game.”

“So the blindfold stays?” she said bitterly.

“That's right, beautiful. And no touching unless instructed to. If your hand’s not on a cock, you keep it above your head, understood?”

Jordana groaned, but this time, instead of frustration, it was out of lust.

She heard them shuffle into a corner and switch to their native Korean, so she couldn't understand a word of what they were planning, but she figured they were drawing lots or mounting some kind of strategy. When they came back, she caught the smile in Kihyun’s voice as he announced, “We're all agreed. Until you guess the name correctly, we’ll all be silent when we're inside you.”

Uncontrollably, Jordana’s back arched up from the couch as the sin was spoken out loud.

“Hey,” Changkyun snapped, “we’ve got it way worse. We can’t say anything that will let you know who’s fucking you until you guess correctly.”

“So you better hurry up,” Jooheon warned.

Kihyun added, “If you guess incorrectly twice, then the player reserves the right to claim a second round.”

“Oh my God,” Jordana whimpered and squeezed her thighs together.

“And if you can't take it now, he can give it to you later.”

Another arch and a moan from her rattled the picture frames on the walls.

“Do you agree?” Hyunwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand?” Kihyun added.

“Yes!” she said more like a beg than a simple consent. “What if I guess correctly?”

The vice president hummed. “The rules loosen some for the remainder of that round. You’ll keep the blindfold on—we want you to feel us deep inside you—but everyone can have fun with you again and you can touch as you see fit.”

It was getting harder and harder to hear over the roar in her ears, but Jordana asked, “It doesn’t stop when I guess correctly?”

“Why would it? I told you, it’s only fair if everyone here gets a little win.”

Her mouth tasted like cotton. “So— So you— That means you plan on—”

She was frozen now, but Minhyuk didn’t mind as he rubbed his swollen lips pendulously across hers. “We’re all going to cum, but don’t worry—you’ll cum hardest, YoYo. We’ll see to it.”

This time when he kissed her in earnest, she kissed him back. She wanted to cup Minhyuk’s face and pull him closer, but Changkyun still had her one hand, only now he was sucking lightly on each fingertip while Jooheon had snatched back the hand she’d rested on his thigh and put it right back where it belonged, bumping precariously against the bulge in his pants.

When Minhyuk finally pulled back, Jordana gasped for air. She was uncomfortably wet and painfully aware of every inch of her own skin and how it was still untouched. Even sitting, she was dizzy.

“You can handle that, can’t you, Jordana?” Kihyun asked.

She didn’t think she had focus enough to answer, but she nodded on autopilot anyway, ready to agree to their every whim. “I can handle it all.”

A few groans interspersed the hums and the grunts around the room, and suddenly, Jordana remembered she had power here, too—that they were all waiting for her. She swallowed hard to wet her throat as she asked, “And you’re okay with… doing this here with each other?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” asked Changkyun.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” Minhyuk added.

Jordana bit her lip. “So… you’ve done this kind of thing before?”

“Fuck, how cute is she?” said Jooheon as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “Are you worried we’ve found someone else to spoil? You want us all to yourself, don’t you?”

She could feel the skin at her collar rouge, and she tried to hide her face, but Jooheon wouldn’t let her until she answered. “I just— It sounds like you know what you’re doing.”

“We may have talked about it a few times,” Hyungwon admitted shyly.

Hoseok scoffed. “A few hundred times.”

“You talk about me like—like this?” Jordana said, absolutely stunned.

Two fingers marched up her forearm to her collar where they fanned out and played about the skin there until they loosely ringed her throat, directing all her attention to where she now sensed Minhyuk. “And that doesn’t include the time we’ve fantasized about you under our desks or pressed up against our office doors, but would you rather talk about that now or would you rather experience it? Even I’m getting a little tired of all the teasing, YoYo.”

He tipped her chin up so her mouth jutted open and she could barely mutter her agreement. Minhyuk let her go, and a whimper came tumbling out.

“Okay!” he continued brightly.

“Just one more question,” Jordana said. “What happens since I already know Hyunwoo’s going last?”

Whispers circulated around the room.

“How does she know that?” Hyungwon whispered.

Beside her, Jooheon started to answer, but she cut him off. “Because Hyunwoo always puts everyone else first. But I know the truth—it's really because he wants to be the one to leave the lasting impression.”

The tension deepened with the silence.

“You’re a good girl, Jordana,” the president said, kissing the top of her head. “When I take you, you can watch.”

Hyunwoo’s words sent a tremor through her. She was so turned on, it hurt. All she wanted was some relief, so she rubbed her thighs together for the merciful friction, but she should have known how carefully she was being scrutinized. Just because she couldn’t see them didn’t mean they weren’t studying her every move.

“Stand her up,” Kihyun ordered seconds before two sets of hands closed around Jordana’s arms and pulled her to the center of the room to stand shaking in a circle of men she couldn’t see. “She’s trying to get herself off before she even lets us have a chance.”

“That’s not—” she protested, but Kihyun shushed her.

“And she tells me I’m the one with the trust issues when she’s the one who doesn’t trust us to make her feel good, boys.”

Mortified, Jordana spun around awkwardly as she tried to reassure everyone it wasn’t true, but now they were just chuckling and teasing her, helping her spin until she was falling into their arms like she was some drunken harlot. Maybe she was. If she were, she didn’t want to sober up. Every embrace was warm and inviting and capped with quick, sloppy kisses and caresses until she was nothing but raw nerves and reckless energy.

At last, she tumbled against a tree trunk chest, and a pair of arms closed her in so the world finally stabilized. She recognized Hyunwoo at once, and she leaned back into his comforting presence. “Are you trying to make Jordana regret saying yes to us?”

“Oh, come on,” said Hoseok. “We’re just having some fun.”

Hyunwoo’s hand took up residence on the back of her head, and his fingers combed through her knot of curls. If it weren’t for the blindfold, it would have been sweet and reassuring, but that illusion of tenderness vanished with her ponytail as he pulled the tie from her hair and let her messy locks run wild.

Kihyun tugged her forward, but her legs quivered and she collapsed into his side as his arms encircled her. Jordana pictured his face—the crinkle at his brow knowing she was wrinkling his dress shirt—and a thrilling wave of fear washed through her.

“You’re awfully worked up, little one,” he said lowly. “You sure you’re only going to be able to handle us? There are a lot of very hard cocks in here for one tight, little pussy to take, no matter how eager she is.”

“Ki!” she whined with inflamed cheeks and heaving breasts. “I can’t believe you’d say that!”

“Now, is that what I asked you?”

“N-no.”

“Then I expect an answer.” Kihyun’s voice was smoky with intent as his thumb pressed heavily on Jordana’s clothed mound. “Are you sure this hot, hungry cunt of yours is going to be able to take all that we want to give you?”

“Yes!” she shouted as she fisted his shirt.

All of a sudden, she felt herself being passed off into another pair of hands and then another, like an assembly line of men eager to take their own piece of her, until she had no idea where she was in the room except to know she had landed in Hyunwoo’s arms. It was impossible to mistake the commanding way he held her, with one hand at the back of her head and the other clamped to her ass as though he intended to scoop her up. His lips dusted across her forehead as he spoke.

“We’re going to take it slow, okay? I promise. We’re all going to play nice with you—and with each other.” She could hear the note of warning in Hyunwoo’s voice, and no doubt, the other guys caught it, too. “If it’s too much, you tell us. No more keeping any secrets.”

Suddenly, his hand knotted in her newly-freed tendrils and pulled her head back so her mouth had to tip up to him. Her eyebrows bobbed above her blindfold as she protested weakly, “I haven’t been keeping secrets.”

“Oh, doll, yes, you have,” Changkyun scolded. He bookended her from behind, firm chest pressed against her back while his hard-on pressed into the top of her ass close to his friend’s hand, who refused to let go. Changkyun’s hands snaked around her to cup her breasts and squeeze them high and hard. “You’ve been keeping these a secret, haven’t you?”

Hyunwoo disappeared only to be replaced by a different questing hand.

“And this pretty pussy,” Hoseok reminded as his fingers skimmed along her inner thigh and glanced across her hidden recesses.

“Not a secret,” Jordana whimpered. “Just didn’t think anyone here wanted to see it.”

A universal groan of disapproval echoed throughout the room.

“How could she not know what she does to us?” asked Jooheon.

Hyungwon tutted. “It’s our fault. We should have told her how special she is and how much we want her.”

Hoseok hummed in agreement. “We’ve wasted so much time.”

“Could have been making our girl feel good instead of just talking about it,” lamented Minhyuk.

“We’ll make up for it now, okay, doll?” Changkyun whispered against her ear.

Jordana’s head was bobbing in a foggy sea of lust and other feelings too dangerous to name. Thick arms scooped her up, the grip now familiar, and Hoseok tossed her onto the doubled-bed to her little squeal. She landed with a bounce, skirt tousled high around her thighs, needles of desire pricking every square inch of skin. With her back on a bed, everything became unavoidably real.

Even with the blindfold on, Jordana could feel everyone looking at her. Instinctively, her hands moved to tug down her skirt until they were swatted away. She took a deep breath, and after a long, long exhale, she asked, “How do we start the game?”

“Let’s start simply,” Kihyun said. He was the master of the company schedule, and he was no different off the clock. “Let’s finally see that pussy we’ve all been fantasizing about.”

Jordana felt hands at her knees before they pried her legs wide open. A second later, her skirt was shoved up to stomach. Cold air bombarded her thighs, especially where her sticky desire had leaked out, and all the heat that had gathered under the suffocating fabric rushed into the air to a chorus of gasps.

“Fuck me,” Jooheon swore loudly.

Groans reverberated all around her, and the thought of being the center of all this attention was as exhilarating for Jordana as it was intimidating.

“Do you like to make us suffer, doll?” demanded Changkyun.

“No, I—”

“You didn’t mean it,” he said, finishing her thought. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true!”

“Now, I don’t believe that either, baby doll, and you know why?”

She swallowed hard. “Why?”

“Because if you didn’t secretly wish at least one of us would fuck you tonight, would you have worn a pair of the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen?” Changkyun fingered the baby blue satin ties bowed sweetly at her hips and sighed. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“This—this is how I dress every day.”

“So, you’re just walking around here every damn day hoping one of us will fuck you?” Jooheon shouted. “You mean I could have been bending you over my desk this whole time?”

“Why just yours?” demanded Hoseok.

“Fine,” the dimpled gamer continued, “I’ll bend her over yours, too.”

Jordana listened as the boys traded jealous pouts across her body like rival elk locking antlers until Hyunwoo put a stop to it with a tired “I said play nice.”

“It’s not my fault YoYo plays dirty,” whined Jooheon.

“I swear to god, if that bra matches…” growled Kihyun.

Someone yanked down the scoop neck on her shirt so that the baby blue quarter cups of her bra popped out. A band of white lace bridged her cleavage as her dark nipples jutted against the sheer fabric. She gasped as her chest thrust high to a chorus of murmurs.

There was Kihyun’s growl again, this time not in warning but in dark promise. “I’m going to ruin you, Jordana.”

The room went quiet, and Kihyun’s words filled the space between the heavy breaths of the heedless lovers in it. It was only fitting that he was the one to break the silence.

“Get that thing open. Now.”

Several hands raced to the clasps at the front of the garment to unlock the little gold close at the lace and then the sturdier one between both breasts. The moment it popped, her breasts bounded out, and there was only a second of adoration spared before hands unceremoniously roamed all over her body—in her hair, around her neck, tweaking her nipples and kneading her breasts, skimming up and down her thighs, and dusting over her clothed, swollen sex. It was like a tidal wave of stimulation, and Jordana thought her brain might short-circuit from all the lust.

“Someone likes all of our attention, doesn’t she?” marveled Hoseok. He pushed a fingertip more insistently against the seat of her underwear and then laughed. “Check this out, guys.”

“Wet right through,” tsked Kihyun.

“Such a needy little thing,” added Changkyun.

Whines and whimpers poured from her mouth, and the thrill of not knowing who was touching her fine-tuned every nerve ending in her body. She swore every man’s hands had traversed her thinly veiled core before Changkyun hummed.

“It’s your birthday, but we’re the ones who get to unwrap a present.”

“So lucky,” Hyungwon agreed.

Two sets of hands undid the bows on her hips, but it was nothing to the rush of hands that hurried to peel the last barrier between Jordana and the hungry men above her. Fingers flocked to her now bare flesh, probing and touching in a frenzy that made her mouth open but choked out any sound.

As the chaos tapered down to one orderly hand smearing her arousal around her puffy lower lips, silence fell, and worry as much as anticipation coursed through her veins. Her most intimate regions were laid bare for her coworkers, and she shivered with embarrassment. It wasn’t fair that they could see everything and she could see nothing, but by the same token, it ramped up the intensity of every glance of every fingertip.

“A Brazilian with a Brazilian,” groaned Minhyuk. “So sexy.”

“Shut up!” Jordana protested as she tightened her legs.

“No, angel, don’t hide from us,” Hyungwon said as they all parted her knees again. “We love how sexy you are.”

“We want to see you,” echoed Changkyun. “We can’t keep our eyes off of our pretty doll baby.”

Jordana writhed beneath them, electrified by their endless praise and base desires. Someone’s hand was working magic between her legs just by the smooth, rhythmic caresses it offered. She could feel her untouched clit jerk with every tidbit of pressure it stole from the steady strokes, and she whined.

“What a messy girl,” Hoseok marveled.

“Look, look!” Jooheon said, and she felt to fingers spread her core wide. She whimpered and jerked her hips, but a couple of guys held her still until she could feel scorching breath all over her thighs and core. “She just keeps dripping for us.”

“So messy,” echoed Hyungwon.

“So needy,” Kihyun corrected.

Changkyun clucked his tongue as he scooted the fabric out from underneath her. “These panties are absolutely ruined, YoYo. I may as well just keep them.”

“Why do you get to keep them? She moaned during my kiss!” argued Minhyuk. “I guarantee you I’m responsible for that.”

“Hey!” Jordana interjected. “Those were expensive. No one gets to keep them.”

“Really?” said Kihyun in a slow drawl as his finger marched purposefully up the seam of her sex. “You’re going to tell us what we can and can’t do when you’ve already offered up your pussy as our buffet? I don’t think so, Jordana.”

Hoseok was quick to soothe her as one of his large hands massaged her breast. “We’ll buy you a whole closet full of pretty lingerie, gorgeous.”

“You’ll—ah—you’ll just expect me to wear them all for you,” she squeaked before someone else’s finger sampled the wetness pooled at her entrance. A long moan tore through her as her body arched high off the bed, almost as though it had been electrified.

The finger delved in much deeper now, all the way to the knuckle, forcing Jordana’s body to stay arched as the decadence of such a sin tore her sensibilities to shreds.

“Are you going to tell us no?” Kihyun asked.

“Never!” she screamed this time as a thumb glossed over her sloppy, throbbing clit at last. The finger curled up ever so slightly before gliding back out, and Jordana collapsed in a pathetic heap in the sheets.

The shock of a silky tongue sliding along the length of her slit ripped a scream of delight from her throat before it disappeared with an appreciative wet smack of his lips.

“Damn,” Minhyuk said, a smile coloring his voice. “Skin like cinnamon and tastes just as spicy sweet. Just how I like it.”

A murmur rippled through the room—admiration and curses and raw, ragged longing crowding each other out. The next second, so many hands touched her pussy at once, stroking, rubbing, circling, flicking, it overrode every other sense. There were fingers inside her and on her clit and stroking her lips and painting her already obscene mess all over her thighs and mound. Their desire was insatiable and her greed was all-consuming, and before she knew it, her body was shaking.

“I think she's going to cum,” announced Hyungwon.

“Already?” Hoseok gaped, but it was too late.

Every muscle stiffened in Jordana’s body, and she cried out in sheer ecstasy. She tore fistfuls of sheets as she anchored herself against the onslaught of the relentless quake overtaking her limbs. Her mouth hung open as she flattened against the mattress and a river of arousal gushed humiliatingly between her legs.

“Holy fuck,” whispered Jooheon.

“I think we broke her,” Minhyuk laughed.

The mattress sank by her shoulder, and a hand was at Jordana’s brow now, mopping aside the sweat beads. Hyungwon’s distinctive baritone pooled into her ear as he asked, “You okay, YoYo?”

She laughed incredulously and ran a hand back through her hair. “Yeah. Yeah,” she panted. “I just— It's been so long.”

“That's fucking ridiculous,” snapped Hoseok. “A goddess like you should be fucked every day.”

“As many times and as many ways as you want,” Jooheon echoed.

She couldn't tell if they were being serious or just humoring her wounded ego, but either way it didn't matter. With their diligent fingers and ravenous mouths and hard cocks, they were going to remind her she was a beautiful woman.

“Fuck,” Jordana groaned. “I’ve never felt this way before. That was so fast, I don’t know what happened. I’ve never— Shit, I’ve never wanted anything so bad.”

“Same here,” said Hoseok, who was kneeling at her other side. He held her hand for a moment before he kissed it and then placed it over the desperate bulge at his sweatpants.

Following Hoseok’s lead, her hand was placed on another enticing hardness now, this one also straining through a pair of sweats, but Jordana knew this was Hyungwon. His voice was deeper than ever but still hesitant as he stammered, “I—I’ve never been this hard in my life.”

“Hyungwon?” she marveled as she traced his length in total awe. She had never expected such words from the man who was so meticulous in hiding his many assets, but they sent another wave of lust rocketing through her blood. “You’ve thought about me like… this?”

“How could anyone not desire you?” he murmured as his hand joined hers at his length. “I desire you. I need you every day.”

Jordana couldn’t even hide the tender hope in her voice. “You do?”

He picked up her hand, his lips rumbling across her pulse point as he added, “Mm. It’s hard to think when you smell this good and you look this delicious.”

There was a chorus of agreements as Hyungwon’s delicate fingers skirted along her hourglass now and splayed across her belly, his thumb glossing around her navel again and again. For a moment, Jordana forgot the other hands dancing along her thighs and over her folds, and she forgot that she was gripping Hoseok’s cock just as fervently. Hyungwon had thought about fucking her—they all had. She moaned again, this one low and appreciative.

“So, you’re going to be able to hang in here until I’m inside you, right?” her usually quiet coworker asked.

“I’ll take you so good, Wonnie, I promise,” she said and squeezed his hard dick.

“Strip her down,” Hyunwoo said abruptly, and the order coming from his lips made her hips undulate as much from pleasure as nerves. “I don’t want anything between us.”

Jordana had always had “fine tits and hips,” as her friend Bruna had constantly reminded her, and the older she had gotten, the fuller they’d become. She’d always been proud of her voluptuous figure—her soft belly and wicked hourglass—but after Carlos had left and no one else had filled his role, it was easier to find reasons why no one would want her. Now, they wanted to strip her? There was something extra intimidating about that. They would see everything—every feature, every flaw, every intimacy—and there would be nowhere to hide.

“I— Wait!” she said, and a dozen hands froze on her body. “What if we just leave the skirt on?”

“No can do, baby,” replied Jooheon. “We need all of you. No secrets, remember?”

Jordana worried her lip until Hoseok leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry, YoYo. You’re perfect. You’re gonna be so pretty laid out for us, yeah?”

His words in that gentle voice of his had her nodding as dumbly as a puppet. “Yeah…”

The hands were moving all over her again, gliding her shirt and bra from her chest and shimmying her skirt down her legs. Jordana was tugged across the bed, her ass perched at the edge with her legs dangling over the side. Someone started to ease her heels off before Hyunwoo said, “Those stay.”

The bodies that had warmed and comforted her on the bed disappeared, and she knew there was a line of seven men watching her just out of reach. Now completely naked and shivering with anticipation, she waited as ordered with her arms above her head. She caught Kihyun’s satisfied chuckle, and she knew she’d done a good job.

“You’re always such a good listener,” he hummed. “You do everything I tell you, Jordana. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, boys?”

The rest of the men agreed enthusiastically, and suddenly, she didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“We’re almost ready for the first round, but let’s set the mood, shall we? Go ahead and grab one of those perky tits, Jordana.” She did, pulling the nipple stiff to a universal groan. Kihyun hummed again and continued, “Very good. Now, spread those legs nice and wide for us, and use that other hand to open up that pussy.”

Jordana was much more hesitant this time, if only because of the lewdness of the act, but all the same, her legs parted and her hand slithered down to her nexus, and with two fingers, she put herself on display for her bosses.

Hyungwon’s voice was deep and low, but it was so fucking quiet in the room that it was impossible to miss. “Ah, ssibal…”

The firm click of dress shoes telegraphed exactly who was approaching yet again, and Jordana trembled.

“Don’t move,” Kihyun said, but it wasn’t like she could anyway. She was frozen with excitement.

One finger nestled deeply between her folds as she held herself open for him while another pressed on her clit like a button. He held it there, content to let her squeeze him desperately in hopes of more friction.

“You’re going to take us bare, aren’t you, beautiful?” he asked.

Jordana could hear the whole room waiting with baited breath. She swallowed hard before she could answer. “I mean, there are a lot of you…”

“Yeah, but we already know what a good girl you are, and you know us so well, don’t you, Jordana? So well.” His finger was moving inside her now, shallow and slow but oh so good.  “You know our bodies are our temples, right?”

“Yeah…” she said dreamily, and she did. Nobody took better care of themselves than her boys.

“So, what are you going to do?” Hyunwoo pressed closer with the same dark dominance his vice president possessed.

“I’m going to take you raw,” she murmured, and she heard knuckles crack.

“There’s our girl. And we can cum wherever we want?” Jooheon asked hopefully.

Jordana sighed, her head tipping back, her breast heaving in her hand. “Wherever you want.”

Suddenly, fingers tangled in her hair, and she was jerked upward, her lips dusting someone’s. Hyunwoo’s voice came tumbling out against her as he grunted, “That’s the right answer.”

He pulled back while Kihyun pulled his finger from the wanton woman to her wail of protest, but she didn’t move. She laid there as instructed, fingers still pinching her nipple and cunt still open and begging.

Quick paces thundered across the floor—a sound Jordana recognized too easily as Jooheon. His dramatic huffs accented each step. “She’s so greedy for cock. Come on! Her mouth’s wide open and her pussy’s throbbing. How much longer are we going to make her wait?”

“You mean how much longer are you going to have to wait?” laughed Hoseok.

“Shut up…” Jooheon protested weakly.

“That’s enough. You’re right, Jordana’s been a very obedient girl,” Kihyun said, pleased. “It’s time to start the game. Now, all of you, don’t forget—”

“Joohoney,” emphasized Minhyuk in his teasing lilt.

“—mind the rules. There’s no talking until Jordana’s made her guess or you’ll be penalized. After that, right or wrong, everyone can do as they wish to her until the player has cum.”

“Wherever we want,” Jooheon repeated, his friends’ barbs forgotten in the wake of the impending game.

Kihyun agreed. “Of course. But remember, while we all want to win a round, it’s Jordana’s birthday. Let’s take good care of her the way she always takes care of us.”

Understanding echoed around the room only to be replaced by tension, exponentially deepening thanks to the soft sounds of clothing pooling to the floor.

“Hands back over your head, doll,” Changkyun reminded.

Jordana complied, and even though she was showcasing less of herself now, suddenly, she felt very cold and exposed again. She needed someone to fill her up. Jooheon was right, every part of her was begging for it.

“Player One, you’re up,” the president said as he backed away from the bed.

There were no footsteps this time to give away her mystery man, so at the first stroke of palms over her knees, Jordana sucked in a ragged gasp. Smooth, naked hips settled between her legs, and the bare connection frazzled her mind. Without the frenzy of touches, she was left to focus on the unfiltered electricity of the lone man eager to fuck her.

One large hand settled on her mound, his thumb resting idly over her clit with clear intention. Meanwhile, his other hand nudged his cock against her cunt, teasing just enough to soak the head in her excitement. Jordana let out a little “ooh” at the thrill, and he was too impatient to tease her one second more.

He pushed inside her entrance, and the raw contact sent her arching up from the bed instantly. So naughty, so needy, so primal. She bared down on him with so much greed that he had no choice but push all the way in just to feed her insatiability for his cock.

As soon as his shaft bottomed out inside her wet walls, she heard an emphatic curse. “Oh, fuck!”

“Jooheon!” Jordana wailed, groping blindly for his wrist at her waist.

“Damn it, Honey!” scolded Changkyun. “You have to keep quiet until she guesses you right.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one inside her. She feels like fucking heaven.”

Minhyuk snorted. “Think of it this way, Kyun: now that she knows who’s inside her, we can all have fun.”

But the next thing Jordana knew, Jooheon was covering her like a blanket with his body. “No, wait, give me at least a few minutes with her by myself.”

Kihyun tutted though, an-all-too familiar sound that meant his friend would be losing this battle. “You heard the rules same as everybody else, Jooheon.”

With a long, low grumble, Jooheon straightened and secured Jordana’s heeled feet behind the small of his back, his length fitted snugly inside her heat. His hands skirted over her thighs and belly before they soared up to her tits and squeezed them both playfully for a minute as he said, “Just remember, you were mine first, YoYo.”

“Yours first,” she repeated numbly as she groped blindly ahead of her until she found his taut abs and stroked him encouragingly. “N-no wonder you were so, ah, eager. You’re so big.”

Jooheon moaned at her touch as well as her praise, and he thrust lazily in and out of her to savor the squeeze of her tight walls.

True to their words, the other men didn’t waste any more time. The bed dipped on either side of her, and two sets of hands guided Jordana’s own to two very hard cocks. Without her sight, she could only appreciate the strength of their desire for her; their lust was unbearable, scalding hot and aching for her attention, and she’d never felt so empowered.

Jordana gripped each man by the hilt and traced their lengths. One was thick and the other was curved deliciously upward, and her eyes rolled back beneath her blindfold at the realization that soon they would both be inside her. To the best of her ability, she tried to find a rhythm, but it was much harder than she thought with Jooheon working so smoothly between her legs. Every kiss of his hips to hers had her brain fogging and her mouth tumbling open with moans.

“Greedy, greedy girl, taking all that cock like a champ,” marveled Hoseok from somewhere close but not close enough. “Honey is making you feel so good, isn’t he?”

“So good. Nossa! I love it,” she murmured. “I love it so fucking much!”

“Gonna give it all to you,” Jooheon promised as his thumb slipped to the apex of her sex and rubbed in time with his powerful thrusts. The intensity of the touch was mind-numbing, and her hands stuttered around the other cocks she was working.

As Jordana had long imagined, Jooheon was very vocal. He grunted and growled without restraint, letting her know exactly what her body was doing to him.

“Never had pussy this good,” he whined. “Wanna fuck you forever, baby. Always wanna be inside you. Do you want that? Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it.”

“I need you, Honey. I need you fucking me so deep.”

“My baby girl likes it deep?”

“So deep.”

Jooheon snarled and slipped his hands like a basket under her ass, hoisting her up so his cock could drive down into her deep enough that Jordana could swear she could taste it. Her grip tightened around the two men she was stroking, and they hissed and groaned until the curved cock pulled back quickly from her.

“Shit, almost came,” Changkyun muttered, leaving her side free for only a second before Jooheon crashed on top of her, his thick lips against her ear.

“Keep moaning, baby,” he whispered. “Yes, that's it. Nice and loud. I don't want them to hear me, okay?”

Jordana's moaning ratcheted up, and, at first, she figured it was to feed his ego and prove to the competition he would be the superior fuck, but under her gasps and pleadings and the sloppy sounds of sex, she heard his gruff, determined voice.

“That's my baby girl. So sexy. Wanted you so bad for so long. Mm, can’t focus when you’re near me. Can’t think about anything else. Only you, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel how much I need you?”

“Yes…” she hissed.

Her hands abandoned the other cock beside her so her nails could rake down Jooheon’s sweaty back until they reached his hips. Jordana didn’t hold back; she scratched hard because she knew Jooheon would like it. She knew tomorrow he’d parade around the office with his shirt off for the others to see what she’d done to him. His hiss and stutter inside her was all she needed for him to confirm her impressions.

His hips were driving faster now, with noisy, wet slaps that guaranteed he’d need a long shower to wash away her craving for him.

“Carlos never fucked me like this,” she said, tears in the corners of her eyes.

“That’s because he was a boy. You need a man, YoYo, one who knows how to stretch out a pussy this tight.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as her head collapsed back onto the bed.

“Wanna make them know you’re mine. Show ‘em. Show ‘em how I make you feel.”

Jordana could hear it in his voice. Jooheon was mad with lust, needy and desperate and somehow vulnerable, and something about the combination drew an ache from deep in her belly, something feral and primitive, something that couldn’t be sounded in words but only in a scream of absolute ecstasy. Her chest collided with Jooheon’s as she arched high with an earth-shaking climax. Her heels scraped the top of his ass as she constricted around him, and her walls spasmed and begged.

More. Deeper. Put it here.

He whined at her ear, so sexy and high. “That’s it, pretty baby. Yeah, so sweet, I can feel you so good. Such a good girl taking me how you’re meant to.”

“Meant to…” she mumbled, too blissed out to even process any of the dirty things he was saying.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby. Wanna fill you up.”

Jordana’s hands clawed at Jooheon’s forearms as her heels ground insistently against him. “God, yes, give it to me so good, Honey. Give it all to me. Meant to…”

“Tell them you want my cum.”

She threw her head back, hips open and tipped up to receive his load. “I want your cum!”

Jooheon’s voice was so high, he was practically singing as his hips crushed to hers, and with a few deep pumps, he unloaded inside her greedy walls. Spurt after spurt of his seed gushed inside her to a soundtrack of his pathetic whimpers until at last he collapsed on top of her. Their bodies clashed as their chests heaved erratically.

Jooheon panted and nibbled at Jordana’s breast weakly. “Quit it.”

“Quit what?” she asked.

“You know what. You keep squeezing me.”

“Well, it’s not like I can help it. You feel too good,” she grumbled under her breath, but still she felt his smile against her chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“Never,” Jooheon whispered before he engulfed her nipple and suckled so hard, her walls constricted again, and he sucked harder.

“Okay, that’s enough,” scolded Kihyun, and a firm slap resounded in the room. “Let someone else have a turn.”

Jooheon’s wails were instantaneous and very, very dramatic. “Aw, come on, I’m just getting started.”

“You’re such a glutton, Honey,” Minhyuk laughed.

“You’ll see. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life,” his friend confessed before he lifted up just enough to kiss Jordana’s lips in a soft thank you she felt deep in her core.

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered teasingly, and Jooheon growled.

“Damn game and damn players. Some friends you are, making me give her up before I’m ready.”

Hyungwon groused. “Like you’ll ever be ready. You’d just as soon fall asleep inside her.”

“And you wouldn’t? Good luck following that.”

Jooheon stood up, eased her legs back down, and pulled out to a shared hiss. A sticky mess of arousal poured from her heat like honey, and the shared groan shook like a tremor through the room.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” mumbled Hoseok.

“Damn, her pussy’s actually throbbing. Look, you can see it,” Minhyuk marveled, and she could hear him rubbing his hands together or maybe just stroking his cock.

“Our little doll takes cum so well,” Changkyun agreed. “Wonder how much we can fill her with.”

A short, emphatic “fuck…” was all she heard from her gentle, reserved Hyungwon.

Jordana’s head was spinning. It should have been humiliating, letting seven men watch her spent body drip with her indecency, but it wasn’t. The intoxicating cocktail of sensation, attention, praise, and deprivation had her drunker than the beers she’d knocked back and hungrier than she could ever remember. Her skin itched under their relentless stares, and her body chilled at her emptiness.

“Please,” she said, “I’m so cold. I need you.”

Though her hands were once again stowed where they belonged over her head, it was an open invitation, and despite the order they were expected to follow, she heard the collective lurch for her before Hyunwoo tsked.

“Rules, gentlemen.”

“Oh, come on!” argued Hoseok. “She needs us.”

“And she’ll have us, exactly as we promised. It will be worth the wait, won’t it, Jordana?”

Hyunwoo’s voice was deep and rumbly with a hypnotic current in it. If she hadn’t been laying down, she would be swaying to it. Her cunt tightened, and a fresh rush of Jooheon’s cum leaked out to another collective groan that only intensified as her body squirmed and words spilled from her lips:

“Yes, sir.”

Jordana heard someone’s teeth set on razor’s edge before two men grabbed her arms and helped her to her feet. They spun her in a slow circle on her wobbly legs, and once they were done, they placed her hands on the edge of the bed. Fingers skirted down her right leg, not missing an inch of skin despite their clear mission, until they reached her ankle to guide her into a wider stance. This time, when the fingers raced back up, they were less well-behaved, stopping at the crest of her thighs to graze of her puffy lips. As she whined, she caught Changkyun’s soft “Jenjang…” somewhere behind her. Though no else spoke, the room felt very loud—more clothes puddling on the floor, fists racing over hard dicks, grunts rumbling through chests.

This time, a different hand rested on the swell of her ass, kneading the eager flesh for a moment before it sailed up her spine to rest between her shoulders and force her into a deep bend. She waited like that for what felt like ages, presenting once again for her audience. Cold air teased at her sopping entrance until, at last, the flushed head of a fresh cock did.

“Yes, please,” Jordana begged. “Please fuck me.”

Long fingers settled around her waist and held her in place as her new lover dipped his tip in and out of her tight hole, quick but shallow, just enough to drive her mad. She wanted him sheathed inside her. She wanted him whining and groveling as much as she was right now. She wanted him to be as desperate for her as she was for him.

But he was resolute. Just a little, just a little. Quick enough to stoke a delicious friction that was sure to catch fire with the one full plunge which she wasn’t allowed to have. The teasing was unbearable if only because it was turning her on more and more with every little stroke. Her body vibrated with the sloppy, wet sounds of greed, but it was nothing to the begs that poured senselessly from her mouth.

“No. No, I want it so bad. Can’t you give me more? Pela amor de deus, por favor! Please!”

At last, her lover crumbled, and he pulled Jordana’s hips emphatically back to his. His nails dug into her soft flesh until she felt like she might bruise, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. He felt too good—so fucking good—and her walls clenched around him on the precipice of a tremendous new climax.

A smug laugh echoed from somewhere nearby, probably the couch but definitely from Jooheon. “Yeah, exactly. See? Everyone wants to make fun of me until they’re inside her. She’s fucking perfect, isn’t she? Well, she was mine first. Go ahead and fuck my cum deeper into her.”

Jooheon’s unexpectedly filthy words stilled her lover inside her as she crooned the dimpled man’s name.

“You guessed incorrectly,” came the long, low rumble of Hyunwoo’s voice.

Jordana started to protest, but whoever was fucking her had his cock pressed so deeply inside her that she felt full of him—too full to even speak. It was like she was made for the express purpose of warming his hard length whenever he needed it.

When he’d had his fill of her heat strangling his manhood, the man behind her pulled out to his tip and switched to fucking her hard, so hard Jordana’s arms folded and her face hit the mattress. From there, he set a frenzied pace that sent her right to peak of her climax and kept her thrumming at its precipice. Her arms shook while her head dropped and her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as she panted.

She heard the smile in Hyunwoo’s voice far too close to her ear. “You were saying?”

“She wasn’t guessing,” Jooheon answered with an even bigger smile in his. “She was wishing it was me still fucking her.”

A chorus of scoffs and groans picked up around the room before Hyunwoo silenced them all. “You’re only ruining your game for yourselves. If you want any one-on-one time with our private vixen, I suggest you stop giving yourselves away.”

But it didn’t matter. Jordana knew without another sound who was effortlessly edging her.

“Minhyuk!”

His reaction was instantaneous. His hand hooked around her throat, his thumb thrusting her chin up along with her body until her back was flat against his chest and his other hand groping her breast.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he hissed as he drove his cock up into her more determinedly. “This pussy’s going to be the death of me, sweetheart. Wished you’d guessed wrong one more time so I could take you again whenever I want for a whole week.”

Jordana yearned to see his face. She bet there was a snarl there twisting up his pretty lips as his hunger for his climax escalated. Maybe that little crease above his nose was back as he pumped hard and fast into her heat. His eyes were probably narrowed, on their way to closed as he savored the way her walls squeezed his length.

His grip around her neck was firm, but slowly, it drew down her skin, smearing the sheen of sweat there and in her collar bone.

“Good, good,” Minhyuk murmured. “So good for me. Now, suck, you little minx.”

His fingers were at her lips now, dipping in as she immediately lavished them with her tongue. They were salty with her sweat and smooth from his meticulous skin care. Jordana could have sucked them forever, but he pulled them out quickly and pinched her nipple with the wet tips. She cried out and he chuckled.

“Looks like you’re ready to be shared,” he sighed. “Guess I have to.”

Minhyuk bent her back over and tugged her roughly against his hips, spearing her on his dick and holding her there while her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and this time, her lips bumped against something decidedly bigger than a finger.

“Finally,” someone groaned nearby, and again, more hands were on her, some gliding down her back, some reaching under to grope her tits, some brushing back her wild hair from her face.

The player before her smeared his hot manhood on her sagging bottom lip, asking for entrance. Jordana’s tongue unfurled and lapped at the weeping head without a second thought. Fresh salt and sweat bloomed across her taste buds as she sampled the full girth of the man before her. She didn’t know who it was and she didn’t care. The mystery made every swirl of her tongue that much more illicit, that much more intoxicating, she could cum just like that—swallowing cock from both ends.

Behind her, Minhyuk thrusted again, and Jordana lurched forward, gobbling up the length of the man between her arms. Her nails dug reflexively into his rock-hard ass, and her nose bumped a smooth pelvis as she choked on his cock. She knew instantly that it was Hoseok.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Minhyuk spat. “That’s so hot.”

Minhyuk fucked her a little faster now, pistoning her over Hoseok’s length as he grunted and praised her.

“Doesn’t Hoseok taste so good? Yeah, he does, doesn’t he? You’re squeezing me so tight, I know you’re loving it. I can’t believe you can fit that big cock in your mouth.”

The best Jordana could do was gargle around the thick intrusion between her lips. She was loving it. She was loving it too much. She wasn’t going to last, and from the tremor in her legs, her undoing was inevitable and catastrophic.

“Oh, shit, she’s gonna cum,” Minhyuk warned. “Wonnie, rub her clit. Hurry.”

Hyungwon’s long fingers now glided underneath her and fumbled for only a second to find her shuddering hill and rub in swift circles.

“Give it to us, angel,” he whispered in his filthy gravel alongside her ear. “Come on, I know you can.”

“She likes it deep,” Jooheon interjected. “Go deeper, come on!”

Between her shameless slobbering, her soaking cunt, and Minhyuk’s pathetic whines, the sultry RnB took a backseat to the soundtrack of hedonism. With her mouth stuffed full, Jordana couldn’t warn them of her climax. Instead, her body spooled like a swing twisting tighter and tighter until it couldn’t twist anymore, and then everything unraveled.

“Fuck! So tight,” Minhyuk shouted, one of his hands unintentionally scratching down her back as he fucked her through her peak.

Her mouth sagged around Hoseok as her breath hitched pathetically. Her legs shook in her heels, and if the men hadn’t been holding her up, she would have fallen. Even with them holding her, Jordana was falling. Down, down, down. Head first into a pool of pleasure. Everything was white and white-hot, and with Minhyuk fucking her so good, it wasn’t cooling down.

“Move, move, move!” he demanded as he slipped out suddenly and shuffled to her face. “Pull her back. Hold her.”

Someone roughly jerked Jordana back from the bed frame and held her, still bent in half, with a strong arm bracing under her tits.

“Lift her face up,” Minhyuk said. “Hurry!”

Someone yanked her hair back to her hiss of pained excitement. Meanwhile, Minhyuk’s fist made perverse sounds as it raced over his sloppy length, and only a moment later, a shower of hot cum splattered across her lips, tongue, cheek, and hair.

“Oh shit,” hissed Changkyun, and the next thing Jordana knew, another splash of seed bathed the side of her face, too.

“That was my favorite tie,” Hyunwoo grumbled. “I’m taking that out of your bonuses.”

“Worth it,” Minhyuk sighed.

“What the fuck, Kyun?” clucked Hyungwon. “You couldn’t wait your turn?”

Changkyun scoffed. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ready, and then you’ll all be complaining about how long I can fuck our pretty doll.”

“So pretty,” drawled Minhyuk as he bent down to Jordana’s slumped height. She could feel his hot breaths drying his masterpiece on her brown skin. He hummed sweetly, kissed her lips lightly, and then gathered their messy releases on two of his fingers. With her mouth already open, he slipped his fingers in and whispered, “Here, sweetheart. Eat up.”

Jordana curled her tongue around them and sucked diligently, and as soon as they were clean, Minhyuk repeated the process until her face was clear but sticky. Someone growled while someone else gave her ass a spank good enough to make her moan around Minhyuk’s fingers on their last pass.

“I can’t stand up anymore,” she admitted through ragged breaths.

“You don’t need to. The next player would like you on top,” Hyunwoo said. “But since you can't touch, you’ll have help. To save them from giving themselves away, you will listen to me for any instructions, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

The bed creaked as her next lover climbed on, and before she could move, someone scooped her up and with the help of two others, they straddled her leg over powerful hips. An impossibly hard member pressed proudly against her belly, and out of reflex, her hands feathered over it. She recognized it as the thick cock that had been in her hands first and then her mouth only moments ago—Hoseok’s cock—and a shiver of excitement rippled through her at the thought of burying it deep inside her.

“We said no touching until you've guessed correctly. If you’re not going to listen anymore,” said Kihyun with a dangerous tremor in his voice, “then maybe we’ll hire another girl who will, and we’ll play our games with her. Is that what you want?”

Panic overtook her. Jordana looked frantically around the room though she could see nothing but the shades of her own fear. “Não! Não, não, não! Por favor! What do you want me to do? I’ll do it.”

“You sound pretty desperate, Jordana,” Hyunwoo observed.

“Yes, yes! Anything, just don’t leave me!”

The president hummed and his vice president concurred.

“Get to riding then, beautiful,” said Kihyun.

A hand pressed into her back to tip her hips up and expose her entrance to the man beneath her. A second later, she felt the tender head of Hoseok’s cock spread her wide open. He pressed in slowly as the longest moan she'd ever unleashed in her life tumbled from her lips. Jordana wasn’t sure how she would have taken him if she hadn’t already been fucked and soaking.

“Oh god, fuck…” she groaned as several hands guided her lower and lower on Hoseok’s dick. “Eita porra, so big…”

“Take all of him, Jordana,” Hyunwoo ordered. “We know you can.”

“So big, so big, so big,” she murmured until at last her tight walls engulfed his full length. She was so filled, her head tipped back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for breath.

“You okay, baby?” Jooheon asked beside her.

“Mm, yeah. So good.”

“You can hold on to me as you ride him, okay?”

“Mm-hm,” whimpered Jordana as she shuffled into a sturdier position on the sides of Hoseok’s hips. She braced tightly with her knees and, thanks to her grip on Jooheon’s bicep, pushed up slowly. Fat and eager, Hoseok’s cock stretched her out in vision-whitening ways so that she couldn’t think about anything else but being filled by him.

When Jordana got to his tip, she sank back down just as slowly, and it felt like the first stretch all over again. With nothing else to focus on but the intensity, fireworks erupted behind the blindfold. She trembled with every slow rock, and even holding on to Jooheon wasn’t enough of an anchor against the pleasure Hoseok’s dick generated.

Her other hand groped wildly for anything other than the delicious abs she knew were just below until she felt the bed dip as someone else climbed on. Whoever it was said nothing, but regardless, he grabbed her free hand and placed it on his shoulder. Steadier now, Jordana could ride more fervently, which teased stiff little puffs of breath from the man beneath her.

“Do you know who it is?” Hyunwoo asked, but it sounded more like a statement. He knew she knew.

But, by the same token, Jordana didn’t want her time with Hoseok to end so quickly, not when she had him all to herself beneath her. She shook her head, and Kihyun tsked.

“And now we’re lying,” the vice president said. “Spoiling you has been a mistake. I can’t wait to teach our naughty girl some manners.”

“Kihyun…” she whined, and now Hyunwoo tsked.

“Wrong answer again, Jordana.”

“No, I—”

“Don’t argue,” said president in a voice black as ink. “Just ride that cock.”

She could never argue with Hyunwoo when his tone was that commanding. It sent sparks straight to her walls, and they seized around Hoseok’s cock. She could hear him choke back a grateful moan, and Jordana’s mind frayed further.

Her chest heaved. Her muscles ached. Her core throbbed. Fatigue had settled into her limbs, dragging her ass flat against Hoseok’s thighs as she switched to a greedy grind that had him caressing all of her most sensitive recesses. More fireworks now, this time with a gathering need in her belly. She wouldn’t be able to handle much more of this, not without cumming with an ear-piercing scream.

Jordana dug her nails into the other boys’ shoulders as she swirled her hips, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. Keeping secrets was tiring, especially when all she wanted was to run her hands all over muscles she had fantasized about since the time she’d accidentally walked in on Hoseok shirtless in the company gym.

“Say it,” Kihyun egged on from beside her, and she realized he was the other man she was holding onto. “Say it, beautiful. Whose dick are you riding? Who’s making you feel this good? Let him know.”

Jordana released both men’s shoulders and pitched forward, her chest colliding with the slab of marble beneath her as she howled Hoseok’s name. She strung a pennant of kisses along his collar as his arms captured her in a bear hug, and she hummed contentedly. “Sorry to make you wait.”

“I’d wait forever for you, princess,” Hoseok said with a kiss to her crown.

Jordana smiled and slowly pushed back up as she said, “Let me make it up to you, pretty baby.”

She felt the way Hoseok throbbed inside her at the nickname, and the game suddenly changed.

She seated herself firmly in his saddle once again, but this time she planned to use the full breadth of luxury Hoseok could offer. Jordana massaged his pectorals first, groping and flicking her thumbs over his nipples. Beneath her, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and arched his chest higher into her hands.

She’d been in the dark all night and even if she still technically was, she felt like she could see everything clearly. A thrill of power coursed through her, spurring her hips in more determined circles and tempting her nails to mark up Hoseok’s pretty skin so she could remember everything they’d done together once she could finally see again. Her hand rested over her mound has she pictured him splitting her wider and wider.

“Can you feel me, princess?” Hoseok said between grunts.

“You’re all I can feel. Fuck, so good, Hoseok!”

His muscles contracted with every scrape of her nails, and for a moment, nothing had ever felt sexier. As shamelessly as Jordana dripped with lust for these powerful men, they were just as needy for her.

As if they wanted to underscore that thought, both men beside her guided her hands from Hoseok’s chest to their hard-ons. She almost complained about missing Hoseok’s hard body, but Kihyun would never have allowed it, and she already knew she was going to be in trouble when it was his turn. Instead, she divided her attention between stroking both men as best she could as she stuttered erratically on Hoseok’s dick. It was hard work, and she was so tired, but they let her shower her affection on them as best she could.

The bed dipped again, this time behind her, and she felt hands encircle her ribs before they pulled her back against a broad and fully dressed chest.

Hyunwoo.

As far as Jordana could tell, it was the first time he’d touched her since their last kiss, and his touch was searing even with the barrier of clothes still between them. His large hands cradled the underside of her breasts before engulfing them. In his grip, she felt safe and steady, like she could take on everything, until his grip changed for the more devious. He flicked and pinched her nipples, sending pangs of ecstasy to her core, which made Hoseok squirm beneath her.

Hyunwoo pressed his lips to her ear and murmured, “Let me help you.”

His hands slid down her hourglass to her hips, where he clasped her with clear intention. Jordana held her breath.

And just like that, her boss was fucking her onto his friend’s cock. Hyunwoo rocked her back and forth at first, each sweep generating sumptuous friction on her clit, until he finally deemed her ready to bounce on Hoseok again. With Hyunwoo’s help, she could take Hoseok’s length properly without losing her precious grip on Kihyun and Jooheon.

Moan after lascivious moan bubbled up from her core as Jordana gave herself over to the intoxicating blend of wrong and right these men offered her. It didn’t matter how taboo this was, how she could never tell a soul about what they’d done—it only made her hotter. She had never felt so desired, so loved.

“More, more,” she wailed as the trembling of the next wave of arousal marshalled between her legs.

She felt Hyunwoo pat Hoseok’s thigh as Hyunwoo said, “She’s ready for you.”

The next thing she knew, the president suspended her at the tip of Hoseok’s cock so the muscular man beneath her could piston rapidly up into her. The thickness of his manhood, the friction from his fucking, the grip of her boss at her waist—it was thrilling to the point of overwhelming. Even after the intense releases she’d already had, if they kept this up much longer, Jordana was going to cum again, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it so soon.

“Damn, I edged myself too much,” Hoseok grunted. “I can’t hold on much longer. Wanted to make you cum first…”

Relieved, Jordana shook her head emphatically before she stroked his chest and teased one of his rigid nipples. “You must be so ready to cum, huh, pretty baby? Bet it hurts, poor thing. You’ll feel so good if you just cum inside me. Come on, let go for me. I want you to fill me up. Give it all to me, Hoseok.”

His name in her rich accent did it. In his luscious, candy-coated voice, he moaned and, with his full strength, grabbed her waist, overlapping with Hyunwoo’s hands while bruising and branding and begging all in a touch. Jooheon and Kihyun placed their hands on her shoulders now so that all four of them pressed her deeply onto Hoseok’s seizing member until it felt like he was in her stomach. Jordana cried out, and Hoseok shot his seed into her most secret recesses with whines so desperate, she nearly came after all.

At last, her three supporters let her go, and she immediately collapsed onto Hoseok, where, despite his exhaustion, he wrapped his arms around her and sealed their bodies with a kiss of sweat.

Sex swirled in the air while the springs in the mattress creaked and lungs heaved for breath. There was no escape from the mire of sin they’d all waded into, not that Jordana wanted to. Being in Hoseok’s arms, no matter how sweaty, felt so natural and safe. Maybe it was her inner cavewoman speaking, but a sabretooth tiger could storm in here, and she trusted Hoseok could take it out with one flick of his fingers.

Despite the blindfold, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Hoseok must have felt it, too, because he asked, “You want a break, YoYo?”

She nodded her cheek against his massive pectoral as she said, “Just need a minute.”

“Here,” Hyunwoo said as his arms closed around her ribs and tried to lift her up.

“Aw, she can sleep here!” Hoseok protested with a tightening of his arms, but the president grunted in disapproval.

“Hoseok...”

The boss’s warning was as unmistakable as it was irrefutable. Reluctantly, Hoseok unspooled his arms from her and let Hyunwoo lift her up. The moment she glided off Hoseok’s cock, a rush of his release dribbled out of her, dripping down onto his hips, and the room collectively groaned so hard, her bones shook.

“Joj-dwaesseo…” mumbled Hyungwon.

“Damnit,” cursed Jooheon, and she heard him scurry out of the room, the bathroom door slamming behind him.

Hoseok clambered off the bed, leaving Jordana alone, exposed, and used for everyone’s view. At this point, it wasn’t the shame of the display that prickled her skin but the sudden bout of loneliness from laying there untouched. By now, Jordana was addicted to their attention, and not being able to feel it was making her skin itchy.

But time ticked by without an ounce of mercy for her. She writhed on the sheets, her own hands tightening over her breast and sticky mound in the absence of anyone else.

“Someone please touch me,” she pleaded. “I can’t take this.”

Jordana heard a lot of shifting and a few whispers that were still too quiet to make out before hands were all over her again in a confusing mess. Someone’s tongue was in her mouth and another’s was curled around her nipple. The musk of debauchery draped over the players like a blanket, pressing them all closer and closer together.

Just like that, the hands and mouths disappeared. Someone jerked her legs wide, thumbs massaging the tender flesh above her knees.

“Kihyun!” she shouted.

His voice was gruff and stern as he said, “How did you know?”

“I knew the moment everyone backed off. You want me all to yourself. You want to control how much pleasure I get.”

“Mm, you’re a piece of work, Jordana. First, you disobey, then you lie, and now you don't even give me the courtesy of the same lie. Everyone's allowed to have a piece of you now and none just for me. What am I supposed to do with you?”

“I'm sorry,” she blubbered, clinging to his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Kihyun brushed her wild, fucked-out curls behind her ear and said smoothly, “I’m not upset. I’m disappointed, hm?”

Jordana nodded, understanding. There was something about Kihyun that made her yearn to be possessed by him, too. She tried for the most pitiful voice she could manage—and it wasn’t hard because that’s exactly how she felt with his hands framing her cheeks—as she said, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I know, beautiful, I know. Let’s make it right. You want to break rules, so will I. Gentlemen, I need you to back up.”

“Hyung!” protested Jooheon. “Kihyun’s cheating.”

“He made the rules, he can break them,” Hyunwoo informed, and his edicts were always followed. Most of the griping died down instantly as everyone shuffled back from the edge of the bed.

Kihyun ran his thumb over the arc of her high cheekbone as he said, “Good. Now, Jordana, as I'm sure you remember, we have a few more players still to go, but they're not going to be able to play until you make things right with me. That includes your boss, as I'm sure you remember.”

“I remember,” she answered, tilting her head in the direction she thought she sensed Hyunwoo.

“And you remember he wants to be the one to leave the last impression, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. In this office, when we make a mistake, we fix it and beg for forgiveness, okay?”

Jordana didn’t waste a heartbeat. She sat up on her elbows and pressed her lips to Kihyun’s chest, happy to find he’d shed that conservative dress shirt in favor of his warm, salty skin. Between each sloppy, grateful kiss, she said, “I’m sorry I tried to ruin all your fun, sir. I didn’t mean it. I was just so excited for your cock. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do whatever you say now. Please take whatever you want from me. I want you to have it all.”

Even through the blindfold, the intensity of her coworkers’ stares silenced both the sensual background music and the thrumming of Jordana’s heart. She could feel in the pit of her belly that she’d pleased them all with her words, and the heat from her obedience unleashed a fresh trickle of arousal between her thighs, drenching the sheets.

Kihyun hummed as he patted her head. “What a good listener you’re becoming. Are you ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes, sir. I’m yours.”

“So, so good, Jordana. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me.”

Despite her exhaustion, Jordana could hardly wait to follow his every order, and she hurried into position, pressing back with her eager ass. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, relying on her pouty bottom lip to convey her excitement since she was still a slave to the god-forsaken blindfold. She bit her lip and begged, “Please take me hard and fast, Ki.”

“I'll take you how I want to take you,” he snapped as he grabbed a handful of her rump. “Lucky for you, I just so happen to want you hard and fast.”

She felt the insistent head of the vice president’s hard-on soak itself in her messy folds, and she trembled so hard, her elbows buckled before she struggled back up onto all fours.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Kihyun growled.

“I knew that’s how you’d like me, sir, wet and ready for you.”

“You know us so well, beautiful. I’m very proud of you.”

His praise went straight to Jordana’s core, so when he pushed in, all he could do was swear at how tight she was. Jordana fell to the mattress the instant he parted her velvet walls, howling into the covers at the electricity between them.

“Get up, Jordana. Let them all hear you.”

With a cry, she forced herself back up against pleasure mounting with every smooth thrust of Kihyun’s cock inside her. The more of himself he gave her, the further she slipped into a blank headspace, where her mouth hung open making noises that were barely human. The only thing she could manage this mindlessly was pushing back to meet his every plunge as her body yearned for more, more, more…

“You feel so nice, YoYo, so nice.”

She’d never heard either of her bosses use the staff nickname for her, and something about it made her heart throb in time with her core.

“Do you feel desired, beautiful?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Do you feel good?”

“S-so good,” she murmured.

The vice president grunted as his hands tightened on her hips. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Only Kihyun, ah!”

“You’re slurring your words, beautiful. You can barely talk riding my dick. Am I fucking you that good?”

But Jordana really couldn’t think anymore. While Kihyun rubbed so diligently against that one knuckle-tightening spot inside her, nonsense dribbled from her lips the way she expected drool to at any second. Her body was on autopilot. She pistoned herself on his length until he stopped moving all together and let her seek her pleasure on him.

Kihyun laughed behind her. “So eager to cum for me. Should we save some for the rest of the boys? Still a lot to go.”

Jordana knew what he wanted. A man like Kihyun wanted her singular attention, and he always found a way to get it, but words were getting harder and harder to form as he kept her thrumming on the cusp of ecstasy. Still, he would be disappointed if she didn’t acknowledge him the way he deserved to be acknowledged.

“Want to be good for you, sir, so good for you…”

“God, I love—your cunt,” he stammered. “Time to make it all mine.”

“Yours…”

He stroked a hand down her curved spine and settled into a comfortable home at the crest of her ass to steady her for his more ferocious fucking.

“Insatiable girl,” he growled as he rode her relentlessly. “Can’t get enough.”

Jordana nodded stupidly, her brain empty of all things but gratification. She was seconds away from another mind-numbing orgasm, and inhibitions had been lost hours ago. “Never enough. I’m the company whore!”

Suddenly, Kihyun slowed to a stop. His hands kneaded the swell of her ass before he pulled her cheeks apart to get a clear view of her hole swallowing his member. His thumb stroked the plush of her cheek despite how firm his voice was.

“Squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Jordana contracted every muscle she could until it felt like she was drawing Kihyun deeper and forever into her. He gripped her ass so hard she wondered if she’d be able to sit after this, but the pain disappeared in the rush of warmth that spread throughout her walls as he unloaded inside her. Not even a second later, someone else’s cum splattered against her back, too.

“Sorry about that, YoYo,” said Minhyuk, surprisingly bashful. She collapsed onto the mattress and, a moment later, she felt the edge of the sheet scrub her back dry before someone rolled her over.

Kihyun pressed his lips against hers in a not-quite kiss, like he wanted her to feel his words as much as he wanted to keep them from the others’ prying ears, as he whispered, “If you ever want that orgasm I denied you, you'll have to come to my office to collect.”

“Minha nossa Senhora…” Jordana whimpered, her body actually quivering from head to toe.

That was twice now she’d been close to release, and twice she hadn’t received it. The first time had been merciful and the second cruel, and even though her body was well-used and abused, her muscles were still tight with the anticipation of the climax they’d been promised.

“Poor baby looks so tired,” Hoseok observed as he ran his big hand over her cheek.

“Kihyun, you dick,” groused Hyungwon. “You could have been a little gentler.”

The vice president tutted. “You do what you want on your turn. The rest is between Jordana and me.”

“Let’s get you under the covers, Jordana,” Hyunwoo said to her as he eased her up the length of the bed and propped up the pillows behind her before laying the sheet over her. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” she murmured.

Hyunwoo slid the blindfold up, and Jordana blinked ferociously. The room was lit only by the soft light spilling in from the hallway, but after all that darkness, it felt like a spotlight. She squinted at the men in various states of undress, most completely naked or just in underwear except Hyunwoo who remained fully buttoned up save for his missing tie.  

Seeing Hyungwon’s lithe, toned form without his usual cozy sweatshirt or Kihyun’s tight abs no longer concealed by a suit made her mind fuzzy, to say nothing of Wonho and Jooheon’s thick thighs bared for her enjoyment. Changkyun lazed on the couch in his boxer briefs, his wiry frame taut, while Minhyuk stood at her bedside, naked and carefree, smiling down at her as though he was always this way and she was the delusional one. Maybe she was because here she was, naked and sullied from head to toe, in the middle of her coworkers with whom she was expected to work as usual tomorrow.

“Just close your eyes, Jordana,” her boss assured as he finally slipped off her heels and guided her feet under the covers. “Take all the time you want.”

Through the sheet, Hyunwoo’s thumbs traced the underside of her breasts briefly before he disappeared, giving her a much-needed breather. It wasn’t that Jordana wanted to stop, especially not after getting her sight back, but her sex was aching both with abuse and her denied release. She knew she should go clean up in the bathroom, but the pillows were so soft and the sheets were so smooth, and before she knew it, she’d drifted into a quick nap.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but all too soon, she was awake again, sore but curious. She wondered what the boys would be doing without her as the obvious center of attention. When she wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Jordana stole a few glances around the Crash Pad and found most of the boys as she usually found them, gaming or eating or causing trouble. Some of them shuffled around the office, chiding each other as they cleaned up the room or scrubbing themselves down with towels. Dimly, she heard the shower running and she longed for it, but what was the point right now?

“Spying on us, huh?” Changkyun said with a hooked grin, making her jump.

“No! I just woke up for a second,” Jordana asserted, but she could tell from the bob of his cheek that he knew that was horseshit.

“Either way, I get my opening.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to wipe her face for her. Changkyun sat at the edge of the bed and leaned over as her brought the damp fabric to her brow first with a slow sweep down each cheek next.

“You’re so pretty, YoYo,” he said before kissed the freshly scrubbed skin. Jordana felt tingles rush to the cheek where his lips had just been before they traveled much lower, where his hands were now headed. He rolled down the sheet to her mid-thigh so he could mop up the mess they’d made so far between her legs, and the moment the warm cloth soothed over her slit, she sighed, thrusting eagerly into its gentle heat.

“Careful,” Changkyun warned, his mouth next to her ear. “Everyone’s looking now. You know how easily excitable we are, especially when it comes to you.”

“Changkyun,” Jordana whined, her hand groping over his at her core. The heat and the softness felt so good that one ache melted away for a very different kind.

When he kissed her again, this time, it was just below her ear before he took her lobe in between his teeth and nibbled. “The way you say my name gets me so hard. It’s not fair.”

The cloth between her legs wasn’t cleaning so much anymore as it was rubbing circles with the most delicious friction. Jordana didn’t even bother to stop her hips from rutting against it. With Changkyun’s tongue at her ear, it all felt too good.

“That was so mean of Kihyun to bring you to your peak and leave you there.”

“Mmm,” was the best Jordana could agree as Changkyun slipped a finger inside her.

“I would never be that mean to you,” he assured as his finger picked up speed while the cloth rubbed more determinedly over her clit. “Unless you want me to be.”

“Nn-nn. Ah!”

“Shh, shh. You’ll spoil all my private fun. Just you and me, YoYo. Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

Jordana whimpered a touch too loudly, and the invaders came storming in immediately.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” shouted Minhyuk as he elbowed his younger friend’s arm away from her core. “She’s supposed to be resting. You’re not supposed to take advantage.”

“She wanted me to take advantage!” Changkyun retorted though he reluctantly backed off the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. Jordana might have found it endearing if it weren’t for the playful pinch and flick at her nipple before he left.

“How are you feeling, YoYo?” asked Minhyuk.

“Competitive,” she teased.

Their fingers danced next to one another’s until Jordana took the initiative and held his hand. Minhyuk looked down, shock evident on his face along with a charming pinkness to his ears. With an unexpectedly shaky voice, he said, “Ready to finish the game?”

“Almost. Snuggle with me for a minute?”

Judging by the number of brilliant white teeth he flashed her, nothing could have made the man happier. Minhyuk leapt into the bed and immediately threw an arm over her naked waist. He nuzzled his cheek against her shoulder and purred as he wriggled close enough to squeeze out the last microns of space between them. Jordana closed her eyes and let him snuggle her for a long moment until she had almost drifted back into sleep, but her coworker had other plans.

Warm wetness blossomed at her breast, and when she opened her eyes, she found Minhyuk suckling at her nipple. Her hand moved automatically into his hair, clasping his mouth to her as his tongue worked determined magic around her sensitive skin.

“Oh, Minnie, that feels so good,” she mewled. “You’ve got me so wet already.”

His eyes opened and met hers as he stayed latched to her tit though his hand was wandering under the sheet at her waist. One slender finger danced along her seam, and at the slightest part, a river of arousal pooled onto the sheet.

Finally, Minhyuk released her nipple and moved to kiss her, all while his coaxing never stopped. Jordana could feel her clit pulsing with anticipation, but before he could escalate things, Hoseok’s voice boomed through the room.

“Game back on, boys!”

It was almost comical the way the other six men apparated beside them, but now their coworkers were back with black gazes and wet lips as they watched the pair on the bed.

Minhyuk kissed Jordana sweetly this time and, without a hint of complaint, said, “Gotta share again. I’ll scheme smarter next time.”

He withdrew from the bed, but not without whisking away the sheet the way a magician did for his big reveal.

“I warmed her up for you guys,” the troublemaker proclaimed as he slipped behind Hyungwon and Changkyun, clapping them both on their still-bare shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Didn’t need your help, but okay,” quipped Hyungwon with a glower at his friend.

Thanks to her newfound freedom, Jordana was able to take in the glorious sight of seven men getting unavoidably aroused the sight of her naked form stretched out for them. While most of the guys had at least underwear on, it wasn’t enough for any of them to conceal their expectant bulges, with Hoseok and Changkyun palming themselves shamelessly. Just then, someone slid the tie down from its headband position and tightened it again over her eyes.

“Aw, come on, guys,” Jordana complained. “I was enjoying the view.”

“And you can enjoy it again in two more players,” reminded Hyunwoo.

“Even though once I’ve guessed one, then I’ll know the next?”

“Yes,” her boss said so firmly that her back felt compelled to arch. “You only earned that privilege for the last round.”

For him.

Jordana squirmed at just the thought.

“Okay, fine. I just want—” She cut herself off, suddenly too afraid to release what was on the other side of her lips even after all they’d just experienced together.

“What do you want, baby? We can't help you if you don't tell us,” encouraged Jooheon.

“I—”

“Say it,” commanded Minhyuk as he twisted her nipple just enough to send a shower of sparks behind her eyes. “Say it!”

Before she could stop it, Jordana shouted, “I just want to be used!”

The room was dead silent. Even the music felt like it had screeched to a halt. Embarrassment colored her skin from head to toe. Admitting to something like that felt even more illicit in some ways than group sex with her coworkers, but the thought of being heedlessly passed around for their pleasure made her body shake in ways that even her orgasms hadn’t.

“You want us to use this perfect, perfect body to get ourselves off?” said Kihyun as the first of many hands dusted over her prickling skin until she couldn’t tell who was touching her where.

“Yes…”

“And you don’t care if we just fuck you full of cum and leave you limp like that?” Changkyun said.

Fuck, his voice was so smoky, it should have been illegal.

“Please! I want you to so bad,” Jordana begged. “Make me feel pretty.”

Hoseok stroked her messy hair and said softly, “You are pretty, YoYo. Prettiest girl we’ve ever seen.”

“How did we get so lucky?” mused Changkyun as his hand swept over stomach and mound. “Such a good little doll. So beautiful. Gonna let us use you all up until there’s nothing left?”

“Yes!” she said, trembling on the bed. “Yes, use me!”

Hyunwoo cleared his throat. “You heard the lady. Next player.”

The bed dipped, and someone lifted the sheet to drape it over both Jordana and the man who had settled in behind her. The new player wheedled one arm under her while the other draped over her side and immediately cupped her breast as his lips kissed the expanse of her throat. His hold was gentle and adoring as his long, thin fingers caressed the heavy weight of her globe before finally focusing on her nipple with reverential circles that made the dark ring around it pebble.

Once he’d had his fill of her tits, his hands moved down to her stomach to knead the soft flesh there. There was something so erotic about a mouth on her neck and a hand charting her skin that made Jordana feel treasured. She sighed into his touch, offering more of her neck in case he wanted to taste it, and he wasted no time in doing so. As good as his lips felt tasting her pulse, it wasn’t enough to distract from his fingers guiding her leg up and back over his own. Her heart hammered, and she knew he would feel it under his silken tongue.

The hand at her leg disappeared in favor of lining up his tip with her entrance, and now her heart stopped completely as she waited for him to push in.

“Please, yes,” she whispered throatily, and that was all her lover needed to glide into her soaked center.

Her cunt swallowed him greedily until he was sheathed in her heat. While the hand under her gripped her breast tightly, the top hand curled back onto her belly, centered firmly over her mound to push her ass back against him. He held her like this for a long moment—long enough for her to feel his length pulsing inside her, and she knew he was fighting off cumming before he could even fuck her.

Instead, she relaxed into his embrace, enjoying every second of being tangled up hopelessly with this man. His breaths scorched the nape of her neck as his thigh tensed under her leg, and finally, he regained his composure and thrust gently into her.

“I wish that was me again,” lamented Minhyuk from the sidelines. “YoYo’s so pretty writhing on the bed. Let us hear you, sweetheart.”

But try as she might, Jordana couldn’t make a sound even as her mouth hung open. This side angle left Jordana feeling both stuffed and consumed, and for some reason, it brought a tear to her eye that she couldn’t wipe away. Instead, it puddled in the juncture at her nose until someone wiped it for her.

“All good, Jordana?” Hyunwoo asked.

“I’ve never felt so good,” she confessed and experienced another rush of emotion that, this time, she managed to choke down before it embarrassed her.

She wanted so badly to curl her hand over the one on her mound, but from this angle, she still wasn’t sure which of her sweet introverts was spooled around her, but as his strokes plowed lazily through her snug walls and his thick kisses showered her spine and her shoulders, Jordana recognized the dark intensity of Hyungwon’s aura. There was something about the way he was holding her that was so possessive. Maybe it was the sheet that trapped them together in their own secret, illicit world, or maybe it was grope of his fingers as they spilled over with her ample tit, but she felt completely owned by him.

She didn’t want to share any of the sanctuary of his arms just yet, but there was no way of keeping his beautiful name out of her mouth any longer.

“Hyungwon, more!”

Jordana was full of him in every way that mattered—her pussy, her senses, her head, her heart—and she fed off of every one of his labored breaths in her wild hair.

“Call my name again,” he whispered. “Call it forever.”

“Hyungwon, Hyungwon, Hyungwon…” she murmured as her hand clasped his at last. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never,” he grunted, raspy and needy, and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer and neither would their solitude.

On cue, the blanket pulled down to her torso and someone groped the breast that was currently unoccupied.

Hyungwon tapped her cheek and rasped, “Open up for our friends.”

Someone guided her hand from Hyungwon’s and instead placed it over his own hard length. Beside him, someone else hovered hot and primal by her parted lips. The moment he slipped his leaking cock in, Jordana tasted herself, and she knew this was someone she’d already fucked. The fact that he was hard for her again sent a shiver of power through her, and behind her, Hyungwon groaned in that impossibly deep voice of his.

“I felt that, you know,” he growled against the hidden skin just behind her ear. “We gave ourselves away. You know how much command you have over us now, don’t you?”

Jordana couldn’t answer with a mouth full of hard dick, but she didn’t need to. Hyungwon could tell from the fierce way her pussy held him.

It was hard work, blowing a guy while jerking one and being fucked by yet another, but this was what she wanted—this much command over men who commanded her every day. She might have been the one being used, but she had all the power here.

As best she could, she slurped and licked and sucked his length until the man above her started thrusting himself lightly into her mouth, signaling his immediate end. Just as Jordana opened wider to accept as much of him as she could, Hyungwon cupped the back of her head and pushed her gently down on his friend’s cock. Only when the man above her came down her throat with a pathetic whimper did she realize it was Jooheon’s load she’d swallowed.

He pulled out and she smiled up at the face she imagined there. “Thank you, Honey.”

“Shit,” he cursed as he staggered back. “You’re too perfect, baby. Damnit.”

A second later, Jordana felt a fresh hard-on tapping at her lips and she opened again. This man felt no need to keep his identity a secret.

“That’s the way a girl should suck a cock,” Kihyun said, and she shook at his words.

Kihyun also wasn’t shy about fucking her face. He slid in and out of her throat to her obscene sounds as she did her best to handle him along with the fluid thrusts Hyungwon doled out behind her.

The harder he fucked her, the further the sheet slithered down Jordana’s body until fresh air once again bombarded core. An indecent symphony commanded the room as her gags and swallows harmonized with her well-used cunt overflowing with so many men’s exuberant loads. She felt so dirty, so shameless, so adored, and she fucking loved it. A different sort of pleasure roiled through her, not the intense release of climax but the even more intense hoard of greed in her heart.

Jordana had never felt such pride. They were all getting off over and over to her body and her music and her love for them, and she had never felt sexier. She was a filthy, indecent goddess, and they worshipped at her altar.

“Can’t hold it. Gonna cum,” Hyungwon hissed and buried himself as deeply as he could inside her. He let out a powerful groan as he smothered Jordana’s silky walls with a fresh coat of pearl.

Both Kihyun and the mystery man she still jerked in her hand backed away at once now that the round was over, though Hyungwon laid with his lips against her ear, panting so hard, his breath living inside her. His hand swirled over her belly, and the pressure tensed her walls around his sensitive cock until he groaned with such relief that it reverberated under her skin. With another groan, Hyungwon pulled out and rolled off the bed with a dramatic thump.

“That looked like a good one,” Hoseok laughed as he slapped his friend’s chest, which only made the tall gamer whine.

“I can barely stand,” Hyungwon admitted. More shyly, he added, “Thank you, YoYo.”

Jordana just hummed as she rubbed her stomach and sunk back into the mattress. Her jaw ached as much as her legs, and yet a soft smile graced her face.

“You okay?” Minhyuk asked.

“Getting tired, but I’m no quitter.”

The guys laughed, though someone took to rubbing her foot reassuringly.

“So, I can still go?” Changkyun double-checked.

“I want you, Kyun. Please?”

He let out a grateful sigh, but as he moved toward the bed, so did others and he grumbled. “Can I at least get a few minutes' head start?”

“What the hell? No!” Jooheon argued. “I didn't get a head start.”

“You could have if you hadn't given yourself away,” admonished Hoseok.

“Nobody asked for your two cents, HoHo...”

“The difference is I didn’t forfeit my privilege. I just drew the short end of the stick,” Changkyun insisted.

“That's what the short end of the stick means,” Jooheon retorted.

“Enough, boys,” ordered Hyunwoo, and that put an end to the bickering. “Changkyun, you get three minutes.”

The youngest gamer hopped onto the bed without complaint and rolled Jordana face-first into the mattress, his legs straddling her hamstrings before he laid flat against her back. She felt every inch of his nakedness searing her skin as his mouth pressed to her ear and said, “Put your hands underneath, doll. You can pretend they’re my hands and touch yourself if you want or just lay here and take my cock. Whatever makes you happy. Either way, I’m going steal my pleasure from you.”

“Oh fuck, yes…”

Changkyun maneuvered Jordana’s ass up into a perky, tempting hill. He stroked her skin appreciatively and gave her a light slap just to hear her yelp with excitement. His hand traveled to his shaft, and for a moment, he poked around between the hidden recess between her thighs until he found her soaked entrance and pushed in quickly. Her moan was deep and raw, gobbled up mostly by the mattress where she buried her face as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Shit, that’s a snug fit,” Changkyun breathed. “God, they really made a mess of you, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” Jordana whimpered.

“You’re ruined, YoYo. All used up,” he said as his hand traced her spine, “but you don’t care.”

“Use me, too, Kyun. Por favor…”

She was aware of exactly how whiny she was, but the way his cock was shoved so tightly into her did funny things to her brain, and anyway, judging from the pulse of his length at her words, it was exactly what he wanted to hear the way he wanted to hear it.

Slowly, Changkyun rocked in and out of her, dragging along her core with savage purpose. If Jordana thought she’d been full of Hyungwon, it was even more overwhelming in this position. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure between her legs. This wasn’t about her cumming again, but the closer she was to release, the tighter she’d be for him, and he’d waited so long and her eager fingers were already so close to her clit…

Jordana brushed the aching button at her apex, and as she did, her fingers glanced off Changkyun’s drenched manhood. He sighed and shivered so delectably that it made her moan.

“Good little doll, touching herself for me. Do you wish those were my fingers?”

“Mm-hm,” she managed with a wicked hitch of breath.

“Do a good job, baby. That’s what I would do for you.”

Pretty quickly, Jordana realized every time her fingers brushed his cock, Changkyun would lose some of his composure, so with every circle she made over herself, she made a secret effort to touch him, too. It was working all too easily. She could feel the way he hardened with every pass, and she hoped when he came again, this time it would leave him breathless.

Changkyun fucked just as intensely as he kissed and just as focused as he worked. His hands curled around her waist, holding her still to glide effortlessly in and out of her. From this angle, the curve of his cock was just right to torture her most receptive spots, and moan after incoherent moan died in the sheets.

“Time’s up,” announced Hyunwoo, and it may as well have been a starter pistol for as fast as a pair of their coworkers joined them on the bed.

“Changkyun, you little shit,” groused Minhyuk.

“You purposefully fucked her like this so we can’t tag in,” Hoseok continued.

“This is for her,” the youngest gamer replied, but Jordana could hear the smile in his voice.

Hoseok clucked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah.”

A moment later though, a large, warm hand carded through her sweaty hair and soothed the prickles there. Despite the continued ravages to her pussy, this felt so tender that she melted into it with a long purr. “How’s our little cub doing back there, YoYo?”

“So good. Mm, so good…”

She felt a new hand groping at her ass, and suddenly, the pressure changed as she was pried apart. Cool air clashed with her hot core, and she gasped.

Minhyuk tsked long and low. “I’ve never seen such a messy pussy. Kyunnie better fuck all that cum deeper into you where it belongs.”

“Porra, Kyun! Ah, I want it.”

Jordana rubbed her clit harder now, feeling the tension gathering her in belly and hoping Changkyun could, too.

“I could go all night like this,” he bragged, but she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Well, don’t,” scolded Kihyun. “Jordana’s tired and Hyunwoo’s getting impatient.”

Now, her pussy was clenching for a whole new reason. Hyunwoo was impatient? That was a thing she had never seen, and she burned to see the calm and collected president so much as tap his foot or pace the floor. How hot would that chiseled face look with burning need embossing its edges…

With a snarl, Changkyun picked up speed, the squelching of her core proclaiming Jordana a sinner for the whole office to hear. Her fingers stilled over her belly as she concentrated instead on the feeling of her young friend racing to his end inside her.

“Roll her over! Roll her over!” he commanded as he pulled out to her cry.

Hoseok and Minhyuk wasted no time flopping Jordana onto her back where Minhyuk pressed her tits together in time for Changkyun to shower them with his cum. Beads of hot liquid splattered from her neck and collar down all the way down to her navel until, finally, Changkyun collapsed into the covers with a dramatic “Fuck!”

The room was quiet again save for a harmony of ragged breaths.

“Damn, YoYo,” came the heavy panting from the sharp-jawed boy at the end of the bed, “you’re such a naughty doll wearing my necklace like that. So beautiful.”

A little scuffle broke out nearby as the boys jostled around until Hyunwoo said, “Leave it. Changkyun’s right. She looks pretty in our jewelry.”

“Hyunwoo,” Jordana said with a little cry.

At last, the tie unwound from behind her head, and light attacked her eyes. Gradually, Hyunwoo came into view along with his friends surrounding her on all sides. The president was the only one with a lick of clothing still on; in fact, he was fully dressed save for a top button unbuttoned. He had even draped his tie back around his neck, looking like a husband home from a long day in the office.

“I want to see all of you,” she pleaded as her fingers tugged at the bottom of his shirt. “Isn't that fair after all whole night in a blindfold?”

“I suppose it is,” he replied.

Hyunwoo’s fingers went to his throat and undid the next button with same art that an exotic dancer would. Each button caved to his will until they were all undone, and his shirt parted for a dazzling view of flawless abs, not chiseled like Hoseok’s, but firm and defined with a sexy shape that tapered to strong hips beneath his slacks. With that same dancer’s grace, he shrugged out of each sleeve as if in slow motion, leaving only the tie dangling against his beautiful muscles.

Once his glorious upper body was in full view, he moved to the clasp on his pants, and with the flick of his thumb, they came undone, revealing a fine trail of coarse black hairs disappearing under the hem of his briefs.

“I really want to touch you,” she said, her fingers trembling toward the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Hyunwoo nodded, and Jordana sat up so she could graze her fingers over his erection. Thanks to a fresh cum-stain, his cock head was visible through the now-translucent white fabric, and despite her sore jaw, her mouth watered.

“Take it out, Jordana,” he said.

She nodded dumbly. Such simple words held such power over her. She reached under the band and grasped his veiny girth with a sigh that was echoed with one of Hyunwoo’s own.

“You’re so hard, sir,” Jordana murmured.

“Yes, and I’m going to need you to put it inside you. Right now. Can you do that, Jordana?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Hyunwoo nodded, pleased. With a jerk of his head toward a few of his employees, he said, “Hyungwon, get behind her. Support her. Don’t let her go.”

The tall man didn’t waste a second climbing behind her, his knees framing her ass as he eased her back against his sturdy chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and the intimacy felt so good, Jordana mewled. With a smile on his thick lips, Hyungwon mouthed along the nape of her neck to savor the pleasant rumble.

“Hoseok. Kihyun. Sit on either side of her. Hold her open.”

As a rush of wetness dribbled between her lower lips, they nodded. With wide eyes, Jordana looked to both men, but they were focused on the order from their boss. Hoseok took her left side as Kihyun took her right, their shoulders butting against her as their thighs bookended hers. Kihyun slipped his hand under her knee and hefted it over his leg so hers was pinned over his; meanwhile, Hoseok followed suit. Now, Jordana was spread eagle and trapped that way for her boss.

Her heart was beating out of her chest. Hyunwoo simply stared at her. His eyes roved up her athletic calves and along her supple thighs, until they found her throbbing nexus waiting just for him. The corner of his mouth twitched just a bit, betraying what she might have otherwise worried was indifference, and she sucked in a breath. That brought Hyunwoo’s gaze sailing over her belly and her flushed, cum-splashed tits up to her neck, parted lips, and finally, her hungry gaze.

He gripped his base and pumped his length a few times, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re going to bury this inside you, okay?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“And you’re going to watch me fuck you, understood?”

Jordana mumbled greedily as she reached for Hyunwoo’s thick, sturdy length.

“Jordana.”

Everything inside her stilled so she could listen to Hyunwoo’s every word. His finger curled under her chin while his thumb pinned it there. There was no way to run from the blackness in his gaze.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

She didn’t even have the presence of mind to nod. She was of one purpose only, to take her boss’s manhood as deep as it could go. Jordana encircled his shaft, savoring its soft skin stretched over aching hardness, and centered his tip to her cream-drenched hole. With a gentle tug, she brought him just inside her and steadied her attention on the way her pussy swallowed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his smile before he pushed in.

The stretch was so exquisite that her head tipped back with a decadent moan that reverberated off every surface in the room.

“Hold her head up,” Hyunwoo demanded to the men supporting her. “I want her to see everything.”

Hyungwon centered her head under his chin as he whispered praise to her and stroked the undersides of her breasts. On either side of her, Hoseok and Kihyun rubbed the insides of her knees or smoothed the expanse of her thighs while Hyunwoo established his dominant rhythm between her legs.

He speared her over and over again, and Jordana finally got to see how truly impressive these men were. Hyunwoo glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat as each thrust eroded a little more of his composure. His shrewd eyes narrowed with every squeeze of her cunt, and quiet grunts punctuated the air.  

Striving for more power, he tipped forward, his mouth perilously close to hers again. His tie tickled against her belly with every thrust until at last she yanked it free. In one swift motion, Jordana wrapped it around Hyunwoo’s eyes and held it in place behind his head.

“How do I feel, sir?”

“Like tight, wet silk. You have a magnificent pussy, Jordana.”

She never expected such crass words said so matter-of-factly from her boss, but they felt so right in his mouth, just like how right his cock felt in her cunt. She lifted her head from Hyungwon’s chest and kissed Hyunwoo hard. He was so surprised, he stilled inside her in favor of capturing every inch of her lips with his own. The way his hand gripped the back of her head made Jordana feel totally at his mercy, which she realized, pinned open and held back, she was. The tie slipped from her hands and his shoulders, pooling on the bed as the pressure from his lips traveled down to her body and made her quiver around his shaft.

The president broke away with a hiss and looked down where their bodies joined. His fat bottom lip drooped as he watched, transfixed, at the way he moved in and out of her. There were no more words said, by them or by the others. Any conversation was carried through their body talk, through the squelches of her cunt or the groans from his throat or their synchronized panting.

Through the continued onslaught of pleasure, Jordana watched everything as ordered. Those who weren’t holding her jerked off freely, and she wasn’t sure she’d anything sexier in her life than Jooheon, Minhyuk, and Changkyun leaning against each other as they stroked their cocks to the sight of her.

Hyungwon plucked at her nipples as his mouth traced up and down her neck like a bow over a violin, and Jordana sang at his sensual motions. To feel so worshipped even as she was ruthlessly fucked was recipe for a climax like she’d never felt before.

She may have been finally free of the blindfold, but her vision was blurring with every questing thrust of Hyunwoo’s cock deeper into her.

“You’re going to cum with me, yes?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

“Not before me, Jordana, and not after. With.”

With wide eyes and a frantic nod, she agreed.

His thumb stroked her clit mercilessly as his shaft drilled into her. Jordana’s nails bit into the men beside her, but if they complained, she couldn’t hear them over the blood in her ears. Everything in her body was convulsing. Her throat made little choking sounds as her toes curled, too.

“Make it happen,” Hyunwoo ordered to the others around her, and everything ramped up exponentially.

“Give us one more,” Hyungwon urged, his tongue now in the shell of her ear.

“We know you can,” said Kihyun.

Both Hoseok and he were stroking her inner thighs in perfect harmony, and her body tuned to it like the instrument of pleasure it now exclusively was. But their fingers didn't stay innocent for long. They closed the night as the evening had started, with multiple hands adoring every inch of her cunt—stroking and petting and flicking and rubbing.

Her body squirmed in their grip, trying to escape the intensity. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You will.”

“Come on, angel.”

“You can take it.”

Their voices were in stereo—surrounding her, caging her, filling her.

She wasn’t making sense anymore. Only feral noises bubbled up from her lips, a combination of delirium and wantonness.

“She’s seconds away,” Kihyun noted.

“You close, boss?” asked Hoseok.

“Mm,” was all Hyunwoo could respond. His strokes were getting wilder and more emphatic, and his meticulous hair was shellacked to his brow with sweat. With what was left of her brain, Jordana barely recognized her boss. She’d never seen him so lost, so out-of-control, and it made her pussy flutter with pride.

“Are you ready, babygirl?” he grunted in between strokes.

Babygirl.

Hyunwoo had called her babygirl…

“Gonna—”

It was the best Jordana could do. For a moment, the world around her went blank. There was nothing but an eruption of carnal sensation from the center of her very being. Her head dug into Hyungwon’s collar and her chest lifted with her hips as her world came undone.

Her eyes creaked open barely in time to catch Hyunwoo, with just his tip nestled inside her, pumping the last of his load into her walls. He was making the cutest little grunts with every twitch of his balls that Jordana underscored with pathetic hiccupped moans of her own.

The second he pulled out, sated and sticky, Minhyuk rushed in and spurted his seed all over her quaking cunt and thighs.

“Did you really have to do that?” Kihyun chastised with a roll of his eyes.

Minhyuk glared a challenge right back. “Where else do you suggest, huh? Your keyboard?”

A slur of Korean swears came tumbling out of the vice president’s lips as he tried to turn his back on his insolent coworker, but Minhyuk was nothing if not relentless. He flopped onto the bed beside his friend and hummed. “Whew, I’m beat.”

Hoseok laughed. “Oh, really? You’re tired?”

“How’re you doing, YoYo?” Jooheon wondered with a squeeze of her leg.

“I think I’m alive? Barely?”

The hands on her thighs switched from mischievous to helpful as they massaged the sore muscles there with sincerity. This time, the sighs leaving Jordana’s lips were grateful, and she slouched against Hyungwon with a light smile on her face, which the tall boy wasted no time bending down to peck.

“Keep doing that,” she said dreamily, and Hoseok and Kihyun exchanged smiles. “Feels so nice.”

“Which?” asked Hyungwon, that puffy top lip of his brushing hers as he spoke. “The kiss or the massage?”

“Mm, both.”

As the other boys soothed and rubbed her tired extremities, Hyungwon kissed her in his lazy way, the perfect bow on the last of her presents. Before anybody could get riled up again, he pulled up and brushed the hair from her face.

At length, the other guys closed her knees like a book, and Jordana groaned and buried her face in the covers. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Minhyuk, go turn on the shower,” Hyunwoo ordered.

“I, um,” Jordana stammered, “I don’t think I can stand by myself.”

“Who do you want to go in with you?” Hoseok asked, voice painfully full of hope.

She groaned again. “Please don’t make me pick, guys.”

“The rest of you troublemakers,” commanded Kihyun as he stepped to the head of the pack, “clean this place up. Hyunwoo, you’ve got Jordana’s clothes, yes?”

“I’ll take care of it,” the president confirmed.

Kihyun nodded. “Everyone, out of our way then.”

The next thing Jordana knew, she was scooped up in the vice president’s arms. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly very self-conscious of her weight and her form pressing against his stern chest. Kihyun didn’t seem to consider her an inconvenience at all though as he marched the pair of them to the bathroom where steam was already beckoning.

“I had no idea you were this strong,” she confessed from her hiding spot at the base of his neck.

“Ditto,” he replied before he set her down and peeled back the shower curtain. “You worked hard tonight.”

“Um, Ki?” Jordana hedged.

“What is it, beautiful?”

“I really have to pee.”

Kihyun laughed. “I’ll be right back then.”

He closed the door, and once she had cleaned herself up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There looking back, she saw a face she hadn't seen in a long time: Bright with exertion, flush from the thrill, and young and wild once again. Despite the exhaustion, she saw power and confidence, like an Amazon ready to overthrow a kingdom and take it as her own.

“You ready?” Kihyun called through the door.

“I can manage,” she protested, but they both knew it was a lie. It had taken sheer force of will just to stand up from the toilet.

Kihyun came in to a steamy room and helped Jordana onto the slick tiles. Minhyuk had dragged in a stool from the breakfast bar, and the vice president smiled. “Guess I have to okay that annoying brat’s raise after all.”

Kihyun helped Jordana onto the seat before centering her under the water. She hissed as the heat singed away the twinges in her muscles and washed away her many transgressions.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Like actual heaven,” Jordana hummed as she tipped her head back into the full stream.

Kihyun was quick to jump in, running his fingers through her hair to saturate every strand. His hands might have been merciless in bed, but he was so gentle in the shower. He massaged shampoo into her scalp—by the smell of it, it was Hoseok’s—and moved just as carefully to conditioner until, at last, he could soap every inch of her body. He could have just as easily taken the opportunity to start more trouble between her sensitive legs, but instead, he washed with tenderness and a surprising amount of professionalism considering what had just happened between the eight of them.

“Let me know when you’re ready to rinse off,” he said, and all Jordana could do was sigh.

She wanted to watch Kihyun scrub his beautiful skin pink, wanted to admire the way his muscles pulled taut as he twisted to wash his hips and thighs, but the water was so warm and the steam was so thick and she was so tired that she couldn’t hold her eyes open for long. She felt herself slouching on the stool, and before she could even worry about falling asleep on it, she felt Kihyun’s sturdy chest behind her, propping her up. His arms were loose around her waist, and his chin was on her shoulder.

“Do you want to just crash here?” he asked.

“Mm, no offense, but I think I want my own bed tonight.”

Kihyun laughed softly. “You don’t trust us?”

“After tonight?” she said with a laugh just as soft. “No way, not with me.”

“Smart girl.”

“And, hey, I guessed everyone correctly, so I won again. How about that?”

His grin was a little tighter now as he said, “I think you have seven disappointed guys who were hoping for a week of you all to themselves.”

“Sore losers,” she teased, though she felt the same measure of disappointment that this was ending.

The thought of returning to normal tomorrow felt both impossible and untenable, but Jordana couldn’t expect her coworkers and friends to continue such charades forever when they’d made it very clear this was just a birthday present. In retrospect, maybe she should have gotten a few more names wrong.

Kihyun felt her tense, and he asked, “You ready to get out then?”

Jordana paused, nibbling her lower lip as she considered whether or not to open her mouth. As usual, her common sense lost out and she ventured, “Ki?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you just hold me like this a little longer?”

“As long as you want,” he said.

Jordana slackened completely in her boss’s arms, and before she knew it, she’d drifted off though she kept jerking herself awake despite Kihyun’s temple resting in her wet hair and his hum barely audible over the drum of the showerhead.

Eventually, the steam thinned as the water cooled, and Kihyun had no choice but to turn off the shower. He held Jordana up with one arm as he reached on his tip-toes to grab the nearest towel. Once she was safely cloaked in its cottony depths, Kihyun got to work patting her dry.

“You look like a lost puppy,” he observed as he dabbed the towel around her feet.

“Good thing you found me,” she said, “and not some miscreant like Minhyuk.”

They laughed and shuffled out of the shower, Kihyun bringing up the rear as he finally dried himself off. On the other side of the bathroom door, the other six men wound down with a kaleidoscope of different expressions ranging from joy to impatience to relief and everything else in between. Everyone was dressed for bed in their own ways, some shirtless and others in loose tees. A few of them were squabbling as they finished dressing the beds in the spare sheets and fluffing the pillows.

“Didn’t you hear the way she screamed for me?” Jooheon asserted. “I made her cum harder.”

Minhyuk huffed. “That’s because she couldn’t even make a sound when she came for me.”

Kihyun sighed. “Would one of you two idiots shut up and get Jordana some fresh clothes for her ride home?”

“Aw, you’re not staying?” Hoseok pouted. “We just made the bed for you.”

Jordana glowered at him. “There’s no way I’m letting all of your big, hot bodies pile on top of me after all that. No, I’m going home.”

“You think we’re hot?” the muscle baby asked hopefully, and her eyes fell to the little scratches and marks she’d left all over that broad, powerful chest.

“Mostly, I was talking about being suffocated by your sweaty muscles, but now that I say that out loud, I guess I mean it both ways.”

“I know I heard my name in there,” Minhyuk said brightly as he bounded forward with shirt that was definitely his and a pair of sweats that were definitely Hyungwon’s. “No doubt talking about how I was your favorite.”

“Favorite deviant,” Hyungwon corrected.

Jordana grinned. “Yeah, exactly that actually.”

“I’ll take it!” Minhyuk beamed as he swooped in and plucked the sleepy woman from Kihyun’s grip to spirit her over to the couch. He didn’t even give her the chance to finish toweling off before he tugged the shirt over her head, though he spared plenty of extra seconds to grope her still-unbound tits.

Jordana wrinkled her nose and swatted him away though she regretted it the moment she tried to pull on the pants herself. It was hard enough dressing with tacky skin, but when every single muscle was lifeless as stone, it was an effort in futility.

Jooheon swooped in just in time, on his knees so he could prop one of her feet on his shoulder and scoot the cozy cotton up her leg for her. “Poor pretty baby is exhausted, and Min’s too selfish to help.”

“I put on her shirt, didn’t I?” his friend protested.

“For your own perverted reasons...”

Jordana laughed as the waistband reached her ass, and with the mightiest of efforts, she heaved up barely long enough for him to pull the seat of the pants over her backside. “Thanks, Honey.”

“Dressing or undressing, I’m your man,” he said with his deepest dimples on display.

“Tell me again who’s the pervert?” Minhyuk retorted.

Once she was fully clothed, Hyunwoo scooped her up from the couch, a shocked cry leaving her as she wrapped an arm automatically around his neck.

“Say goodnight to your coworkers, Jordana,” he said.

With rouged cheeks and an unexpected bout of shyness, she said, “Goodnight, guys. Thanks for an amazing birthday.”

“Speaking of,” Changkyun said as he trotted over. He laid her neatly folded clothes (with a conspicuously missing pair of underwear), heels, and concert tickets in her lap before he topped the pile with the orchids. His thumb played about the flower’s lips just as hers had before his dark eyes met hers. “How about one last birthday kiss?”

She nodded, and Changkyun pressed his lips to hers, which of course had to be followed by the whole chain of jealous gamers.

Finally, Hyunwoo whisked her out of the office to his silver Mercedes waiting in the garage. She had languished through some pregnant stretches of silence tonight, but the one in the car felt much weightier with just her boss beside her.

It was very late, and the car sailed through the sparsely traveled city streets, though it seemed to catch every red light along the way. It wasn’t until they were crossing the Queensboro Bridge that Jordana found the courage to speak.

Her lips fluttered together in a dramatic raspberry as she sighed. “I screwed up.”

Hyunwoo’s scowl was instant. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I just fucked my whole office?” she snarked but immediately wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“You're cute,” Hyunwoo said with a smirk. “After all that, you're still watching your language around me.”

“Sorry. It felt…”

“Unprofessional?” he suggested. Jordana nodded. “No less professional than sleeping with your employee, I think.”

With a pucker first, she asked, “Are we going to be okay?”

Hyunwoo’s hands tightened on the wheel. “How do you mean?”

“Like, to work together? We’re still going to be able to do that, right? I didn’t just mess things up, did I?”

“First of all, Jordana, if anything were messed up, it wouldn’t be your fault. That would be all on me, totally and completely. But it’s not, okay? If you want everything to go back as though nothing happened, I’ll make sure it happens. Just say the word.”

“And if I don’t?” she mumbled.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “If you don’t what?”

Jordana shook her head. “I didn’t say anything.”

They drove like that for a while, the lights of New York City flickering between the lamp posts on the highway. With her forehead pressed against the cool glass, it was hypnotic. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and her worries faded with her transgressions.

The next thing she knew, the car was double-parked in front of a brick apartment building in Queens, and Hyunwoo put on his four-ways.

“Hey, this is my place,” Jordana said surprised as she recognized the fish market next to the salon.

“That was the plan,” he reminded.

“No, I mean, how did you know how to get here? I think I spaced out the last fifteen minutes. Or did I fall asleep?”

The corner of Hyunwoo’s mouth twitched. “I didn’t see the need to wake you. I’ve been to your apartment, remember?”

“Yeah, once, like, two years ago.”

“I memorized it. In case you ever needed...” He paused. “…anything.”

“I’m impressed.”

He smiled. “Good, because I’m trying to impress you.”

Jordana hoped the darkness hid her goosebumps. “You already did plenty of that tonight.”

“So my plan to go last worked…”

“Hyunwoo!” Her horror was fake but her embarrassment wasn’t. Softly, Jordana chided, “How unprofessional.”

He shrugged lightly. “Maybe it was, and maybe so is this.”

Hyunwoo leaned in and kissed her.

It was a different experience, watching him leaning in with expectant lips. The angles of his face were softer than they had been when he’d fucked her, but maybe that was just the orange glow of the streetlights on his tan skin.

This wasn’t like the kiss the others had given her before she’d left—quick and sweet and grateful—this was hot and hungry and infused with a kind of passion that made her heart clench even more than her core. The top of his tongue swept into and out of her mouth, bringing with it her lip for him to suckle, and when he let it go, the gentle smack reverberated in the cabin.

“Don't tell the others about that, okay?” he said, his forehead resting against hers.

“Uh, yeah, sure, boss,” she mumbled.

Hyunwoo nodded, the tiniest smile lighting up his face. “I’ll help you inside.”

But Jordana waved him off as she reached for the door handle. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. De boa,” she said with an okay sign and an awkward smile.

“Listen, don't bother coming in tomorrow,” Hyunwoo added as she was halfway out the door. Fear unexpectedly choked her heart before his next words loosened its hold. “I'm closing the office for the day. I have a feeling everyone will be too tired and too distracted to get any work done. And if you need another day, take it, okay? We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to come back. Just—”

The president cleared his throat, and Jordana found herself leaning into his words. “Just what?”

“Come back,” he finished with a gentle throat clear.

“Promise.”

“Happy birthday, Jordana.”

“Thanks, boss, for everything. It was the best birthday ever.” She clutched her bouquet and tickets and beamed across at him with a smile that she knew she shouldn’t give to her boss.

Hyunwoo hummed, replying with an equally inappropriate smile of his own. “Can’t wait to see what you give me for my birthday.”

With a hard bite to her lip, she nodded and closed the door, waving goodnight and begging her jelly legs to carry her up to her apartment before she could begin an even more dangerous game of single player action.

If there was one thing Jordana had learned after tonight, that was a game she would surely lose.