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warnings - Fat!y/n <3, a little bit of korean (translations included), brief mention of it being your first time, creampie, pet names (baby, princess, good girl, pretty), he is a little cocky, dirty talk-ish, mating press-esque and missionary
translation guide: (full translation) if i fucked up any korean pls KINDLY lmk! i'm still learning!!
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an: its just a lil sumn slight lol i found this sitting in my writing folder and thought i'd post it for the shits and gigs... ntm heechan has been on my mind a lot, so call it divine timing :D currently working on a hard/mean dom!yuku fic as well as firefighter! cheol which i needed to post ages ago hhhhh ALSO!! don't forget to use protection pls!! i'm begging on my hands and knees... we are live in the 'no one kills pedofiles anymore' arc and just bringing a child into the world is incredibly dangerous rn so please just don't (unless ofc you have the means and resources to protect and raise aforementioned children happily and healthily! god forbid they end up fucked up like i am and write smut about music artists and animated men) ofc i did not proofread this. if something is fucked up... welp... it's tough in these street but not as tough as it is in these sheets-- can i get a hell yea?!?!
"Good girl," Heechan groans lowly, one hand helping to ease his length into you, the other flat on the headboard, keeping him steady.
He sucks air quickly between his teeth as he slowly bottoms out inside you. "S-so tight pretty girl-" each word seems to be a struggle for him to say.
Heechan doesn't move once he's fully pressed against you, he's kind enough to let you adjust and not at all confident enough that he won't immediately cum if he tries to move anyways.
His hands come to cup your face as he kisses you sweetly. His slightly chapped lips meet yours with confidence. You easily allow him to guide the kiss, as one of his hands comes behind your neck to pull you closer to him. The kiss is slow and languid as if he's drinking you in. The kiss is deep as his tongue explores your mouth. Even as you both lose the oxygen that once filled your lungs, neither of you can (or wants to) pull away.
As you whimper into the kiss, you feel his cock twitch inside of you, aching for more stimulation. Though it's your first time, you aren't clueless, so you do your best to move your hips. You only manage a subtle movement due to him having your legs wrapped around his waist, but even that is enough to have him moaning quietly into your mouth.
It's the second time that you try to move, that you feel his lips turn into a smile against your own. He finally pulls away allowing you to catch your much needed breath.
His tone a bit lower than normal, his dialect strong as he speaks, "You that eager, princess?" A smirk splayed easily across his lips as you blush, "Don't work yourself, let me take care of you~"
That's his warning to you as he pulls out to the tip and then slowly rolls his hips back against yours. His brows furrowed in concentration, his eyes set low, staring deeply into your own.
Each thrust of his hips is slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him. While he isn't huge, he's length is definitely above average and he wants to make certain that you feel every inch.
"Please-" his voice breaks a bit as he pushes himself back into you for the umpteenth time, "Tell me I can move faster," his hips keep their steady and accommodating pace, "n-need, hhhh, need more, pretty."
All you can manage is a nod and that's all he needs. His hips immediately snapping forward, as he begins fucking into you at a pace he's much more accustomed to. Heechan can't help the way his eyes roll back at the feeling of you wrapping around him so desperately. Your hands clawing at his back as he fucks you like you give him life.
Broken Korean and English falls from his lips as he encourages you to be louder, to moan his name.
"Fuuuck, 자기 (baby)," his head dips down and he nips at your ear, "너는 나를 위해 만들어졌어. (you were made for me)"
The only response you can give are your moans and whimpers of pleasure as he fills you with his cock over and over again. His hands come to grab roughly at your thighs as he repositions you, pushing your knees towards your ears. The new position allows him deeper inside of you and he doesn't at all hold back his sounds of pleasure. With the new depth you find it difficult to hold back your own noises and by the almost drunken daze Heechan is in, you know he is thrilled with that.
He bends over you, effectively folding you in half. His dark eyes sparkling at your huffs of breath and the drool and small tears that you didn't even realize were falling down your face.
"You really are so pretty when I can see your eyes clearly like this~" it's a cheeky compliment and though you'd like to retort with something a bit sassy, you can't formulate any word other than his name. So over and over you say it, with each snap of his hips.
"Keep cheering for me, baby" is the last thing he says, before he begins to slow down his thrusts, instead aiming for that spot inside of you that keeps you squeezing around him. One hand keeping one of your legs pushed back, the other coming to play with your clit.
It isn't long until you feel your climax approaching, your hips canting off the bed as the steady pace of his hips and fingers push you over the edge.
The look on your face and the sound of your sweet voice, all alongside the feeling of you wrapping around him so perfectly as you cum, sends him plunging over the edge despite himself. His hips stuttering and his eyes rolling back as he fills you with himself. His chest heaving as he tries to return to earth.
We he does, he finds you staring at him with adoring eyes and his heart melts, "아이고~ (ohmygoodness) you shouldn't look at me so sweetly or we'll have to go for round 2~!"
You smile up at him and respond "maybe a round 3 and 4?"
Heechan laughs heartily before his signature smirk settles back into place, "can you keep up, pretty girl?" His lips come to your neck, sucking dark love bites.
The two of you sit unceremoniously on the end of Geonu’s bed. The room around you is dimly lit and smells vaguely of stale cigarettes, and his too expensive cologne. Despite the grungier decor, at the head of his bed there is an assembly of assorted stuffies, all organized neatly. There are clothes strewn randomly about the floor and sporadic empty cans and bottles littered the tops of his dressers and desk. Despite this the room is more clean that it is not, and the organized disorganization of his space seemed to truly reflect his natural state of being. Everything was so incredibly him.
“So uhm, do we just,” Geonu clears his throat and shifts towards you,” do we just start like now, or?”
You turn towards him, somewhat incredulous, “I thought you said this wasn’t your first time!”
“It’s not!” He exclaims defensively, cheeks flushed, “It’s just, the other times,” he gestures off-handedly, “they were kinda y’know, spur of the moment, or whatever…” you roll your eyes and huff a bit and his voice climbs an octave as he continues, “A-and what about you? Huh?? This isn’t your first time either so what’s your excuse?”
This time you feel your cheeks heat up as you guffaw, “Well- Well! I,” you look anywhere but Geonu, suddenly even more interested in his room, “I’m normally, y’know, not really uh,” the heat of embarrassment creeps up your neck and you know that he notices. As if the universe wanted to offer confirmation, Geonu chuckles and scoots a bit closer, leaning towards you, his voice taking on a teasing lilt as he fills your hesitant silence, “What? Are you embarrassed to say that you were never the one in control of things?”
Your eyebrows furrow in vague annoyance, “I’m not embarrassed by that! I could be in control if I wanted to be!” You turn now to look at him and find that your faces are now only centimeters apart.
He cocks an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah!” Your response indignantly, eyes setting.-
Geonu tilts his head slightly, the smirk still decorating his lips as he responds, “Prove it.”
The tip of his nose is touching yours, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips and back again, the pause is heavy and expectant and then you lean back, moving to put space between the two of you, “I don’t need to pro-” Before you can process, Geonu’s hand is turning you back towards him and his lips are pressing against yours.
Your heart is slamming against your ribcage, as one of his hands cups your cheek and the other comes to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him. The bed dips as you both shift your positions, Geonu coming to one knee enough to give him the upperground, as you turn your body towards his more, allowing him to properly deepen the kiss.
POSSIBLE FUTURE WARNINGS: one night stand, lowk p vanilla i think for the most part, maybe some pet names, kinda giving non!idol, mentions of smoking, fat! y/n (DUHDOY)
Noo I just missed the vote and couldn’t vote for pt 2 of hyunjin’s take him in 😭 i loved the first part sm! Are you still going to write it even though it didn’t win? 🙏🏻♥️
after i post the firefighter! cheol fic, i'll be dropping another poll and it will include the Hyunjin's Take Him In pt. 2 as an option! though my goal is to eventually get through all of the fics on the list at some point, regardless ^^ so the poll really is just to move up the possibility of release~
i'm really honored that you enjoyed pt.1 enough to reach out like this for pt. 2!! that means the world to me <3
warnings - Dom?Junseo, Fat!y/n <3, korean (translations included), creampie, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (you!), dirty talk, he lifts you up, mating press, cowgirl (yeehaw ammirite)
translation guide: (-implied words- rest of/full translation) if i fucked up any korean pls KINDLY lmk! i'm still learning!!
words - 3797
request - closed inbox thirsts: open
plus size reader :)
an: based on those bedazzled name undies that i kept getting ads for on tiktok lmfao and also the fact that i can't get this man out of my head. i'm so in love w him it makes me physically ill. i may write like i want to fuck him (and i do), but more than that i want to romance him and if i wrote about that it would become so sappy and sickly sweet that you'd vomit until you died, so instead i'll write this porn about him. you're welcome <3 don't forget to use protection pls!! i'm begging on my hands and knees... we live in super hell rn and super hell doesn't need any more children (unless ofc you have the means and resources to raise aforementioned children happily and healthily! god forbid they end up fucked up like i am and write smut about music artists and animated men) ofc i did not proof read this. if something is fucked up... welp... it's tough in these street ig but not as tough as it is in these sheets-- UPTOP!!
Junseo never thought he'd enjoy something like this. He always felt a little dirty afterwards and so did you but in the moment... he didn't just enjoy it. He loved it. In fact, most days, despite himself, he craved it and you always obliged.
Junseo had promised to come over immediately after practice. You had messaged him that morning wishing him good luck for the day and reminding him that he was loved and not to skip his meals. It was the same nagging message you'd been sending, since you were just a BB on fancafe. It always made him smile.
He went to respond with his usual, "thank you for always supporting us. I love you. ♡" which he knew made you always 'chew through the carpet' in a bad way' as you would say
But before he could hit send you sent him a photo. What you wore wasn't necessarily too revealing... but there you were kneeling in the full body mirror in your bedroom, wearing a tube top (that he couldn't help but notice accentuated the softer rolls of your back, coming to cover just underneath them), and what was obviously a pair of his sweatpants based on the way they hung loosely on you hips (despite the angle of the photo being from the back, he could tell by how close the waistband sat to the curve of your ass, that you wearing it lower in the front too-- showing more of you tummy unabashedly).
While just this outfit alone had his cheeks heating up and thoughts arising from places other than his brain; he would normally be able to keep control of himself. Watering down any suggestive thoughts or ideas, with the feeling of love. Junseo always felt special when you sent photos like this because the two of you had talked many times about your shared eating issues and disordered thoughts... so when you sent something that showed off and emphasized aspects of your body that you normally talked negatively about.... he felt his heart swelling. He loved every inch of you and always made it very noticeable. Any moment that you loved every inch too, felt like a win.
And this time, just like normal, he did think about all of those things. He tried thinking of them 3 times, but there was one last article of clothing that had him almost lightheaded. Junseo gripped the phone in his hand like it was his only life line to reality, as he looked between the photo and the message underneath.
Sitting higher on your waist was a medium width black silk "waistband", that led to what was obviously a lace thong. Along the band was his name in bejeweled lettering. It sat perfectly with the sweatpants. He had to keep reading the message underneath to ground himself and remind himself of what the day ahead of him entailed.
" 서씨보고싶당..
오늘따라 유난히 너가 보고싶어<3 제발 집에 와 ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ "
(mr. seo i miss you *cutely* especially today! please come home)
The message was cute. It was you trying your best to be cute in his native language. He told you once that it gave him strength to see you working hard on something important to you and ever since then, you'd send messages such as this.
It didn't match the photo.
His brain was really struggling to compute all of the emotions he was feeling but he did know one thing despite the mini tornado in his mind... he would be seeing you tonight.
Just when you began to get nervous about the silence from his end despite knowing he'd seen the message , you finally got a response.
You grinned.
" 난 너가 귀여워서 좋아 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I'll be over after tonight's practice ♡"
(-this is why- i like you, because you're cute lol)
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Junseo spends the entire day in idol mode. He works extra hard. Giving 400% instead of 200%. Telling himself that the harder he works the faster the day will pass by.
In idol mode everything is a blur. Fansign, to comeback preparations, to dance video shoot, and finally to comeback practice.
By the time the day comes to an end, Junseo is cleaning quickly and efficiently. Not once does he stop to take a break despite the fact that they've been dancing for almost 3 hours.
The boys all eye him with worried curiosity, except Lune he watches him with a smirk and a mischievous glint.
Just when Lune sees Yuku get up to approach his elder, who was still bustling around quickly, he too gets up. He casually walks across the room to grab water as if that had been his purpose all along.
"Don't worry Yuku," he says over his shoulder, before grabbing his water and unscrewing the cap, " his girlfriend just ' really misses mister seo ' "
Junseo’s head whips around, a dark blush on his face as his eyes meet Lune's. His elder winks at him and continues speaking.
"Just go ahead and head out Yuku lost to me in our last gaming tournament sooo," his eyes trail dramatically over to Yuku who has let his posture droop exasperatedly, "you don't have to worry about it."
Junseo thanks them both without a second to think and respectfully requests to be dismissed.
Dongil and E-Chan glanced knowingly at one another before dismissing him.
With quick goodbyes he's gone and on his way to you. The door to the practice room slams behind him, but he barely hears it as he focuses on walking and texting at the same time.
‘공주님~ 나 집에 가고 있어~ Be there soon !'
(princess~ i'm coming home~)
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Junseo doesn't know what happened between the time he left practice and made it to your doorstep, but whatever it was, it had made him desperate.
*****
As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you're launching yourself up off the couch. By the time he's actually opening the door you feel like you've been standing there waiting forever.
You allow him just enough time to take off his shoes and set down the bag he carried that day before you're running into him.
Immediately you note that he's a bit different today and you bury your wicked grin in his chest. Breathing in his scent deeply, enjoying the light musky smell..
When you do this he finally wraps you up in his arms. His grip immediately on the rolls of your back, as his fingers slip under the hem of your top. Before your body can even process the actions, the fabric is gone.
Despite removing your shirt he pays no attention to your now exposed breasts. Instead he steps away just long enough to remove his own shirt before cupping your face in his large hands and kissing you messily.
The sloppy kisses move quickly from your lips to your necks as his hands grab needily at different parts of your body.
You can't keep up.
You've never seen him like this. You thought he may like the undies, but never this much. You wanted to slow him down but it felt good. Every time you thought you might find the courage to stop him your words were somehow only coming out in gasps and moans.
When his fingers brushed against the bejeweling of his name, he halted all other movement, allowing himself time to really take it in.
Eventually he leaned down to kiss your ear before whispering darkly, "thank you for my gift ."
Junseo left you no time to respond, quickly removing your (his) sweatpants. He pulled you close to his body. Your bare chest smooshing against his as his hands grab at your ass.
When he's finally had enough of bruising you up with his grasp, he releases you and instead gently takes your hand. Junseo walks you into the living room, letting go of your hand and sitting in your lounge chair.
He looks at you expectantly and pats his lap. Despite the nervousness you feel in your body you walk over to him. You try to sit on his lap gently, preparing yourself to try and hold all the weight, but before you can get your footing his hands are grabbing your waist and quickly pulling your scarcely covered pussy to his jean covered crotch. You could feel his hard-on through the fabric and couldn't stop yourself from dragging yourself against him.
You were only allowed that beautiful feeling once before Junseo decided to really thank you for his gift.
His fingers dug harshly into your hips and stopped all of your movement.
"Stop. I'm going to show you how grateful I am."
He makes quick work of lifting you into a slightly more inclined position on his lap, before leaning your back to his chest and grabbing your thighs. As Junseo spread your legs apart you could hear his breathing fall a bit off track.
That was the last clear thought you had before he started speaking and your brain fizzled into uselessness.
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"You talk about liking my hands a lot right? I will give you the things I've seen you text your friends about."
With that he brings two fingers to your mouth and two to your clit. Just like all the other choreography he's ever learned, he knows all of the correct moves.
As soon as his fingers press against you, you shudder and gasp softly. He takes advantage of the small part in your lips, to press his fingers inside your mouth.
As soon as they enter, he shoves them into the back of your throat, making you gag hard. He pulls his fingers out allowing you a quick breath before shoving them back in. He does this a few more times until you're no longer gagging and instead dripping saliva down his hand as you take his fingers as far as you can into your throat.
You can feel him growing harder against you and you clench around nothing and whimper at the emptiness.
As if he could read your mind he abandons your clit and pulls his soaked fingers from your mouth, opting instead to properly drape both your legs over the arms of the chair and slide the bit of drenched flimsy lace out of the way of where you needed him most.
With no prep he presses his two thick, wet fingers inside of you. You let out a near pornographic moan at the stretch. Your breathing is labored as he drags his fingers in and out of your heat.
" 's really tight" Junseo mumbles with something akin to hunger and awe.
He scissors his fingers inside of you and watches you with wide eyes. Your hips cant up and Junseo grabs you roughly, holding them steady. His fingers relentless in their movement.
Junseo noses against your neck until you tilt your head, allowing him enough access to begin sucking darks against the sensitive skin. Between the feeling of his fingers filling you, the palm of his hand pressing against your sensitive clit, and his lips nipping at your neck, you cum much quicker than expected.
He pauses for a minute, slightly surprised. It fuels his confidence and stokes his own arousal. Junseo brings his lips to your temple, kissing your head lovingly. You think that he is giving you time to come down, but quickly realize that isn't the case as he works a third finger inside of you.
As soon as you're wrapped around his three fingers snuggly, insides still twitching from the orgasm only moments ago, he begins thrusting them in and out of you with a speed that would have your knees knocking together if it weren't his other hand pinning one of your thighs to the chair. Your head lolling forward as the unending pleasure wracks through your body.
The sounds you let out were beyond pathetic.
"Moremoremore, Seo, pleasemore" you slurred, hips twitching as you dripped around his fingers, that seemed to never stop pumping out of you.
" s'pretty jagi~"
"Do you feel good?"
"You want more? Tell me what is more?"
You whined and whimpered as you clenched and came around his fingers again.
Entire body tensing, as the squelching sound of his movements becomes louder. A dark blush spreads across his cheeks when you finally find the strength to (barely) speak full syllables.
" 너네 자지," (your dick) the words were slurred but undeniable, as if his still moving fingers are pressing them out of you, "pleasepleaseplease Seo"
You weren't yelling, you were begging in between breathless cries of pleasure. He had never seen you like this. So easily made to beg. So sensitive and whiney. This was different for both of you in every way and to say you were both loving it was an understatement.
"네가 애원할 때 너무 상냥하게 들렸기 때문이야, 자기야~" (only because you sounded so sweet when you begged, baby) he mumbled into your ear as his fingers left you abruptly.
Your response was nothing more than a gasp and a soft whimper. Junseo's big hands grab at your thighs; mean. He takes a deep breath seemingly trying to ground himself before he loosens his grip, and mumbles an unapologetic, "미안." (sorry)
Junseo lets your thigh drop from the arm rest and readjusts, moving you both to a more upright position. "Can you turn and face me?"
His voice sounds almost nervous, but his actions show nothing of the sort. As soon as you stand (on wobbly legs), he wastes no time removing his pants and his boxers. You try to ignore the obvious wet spot your orgasms left on his jeans. When you reposition yourself on his lap, you hover over him. His member standing tall, twitching with anticipation, tip flushed and already leaking pre.
One of Junseo's hands comes to your waist while the other wraps around the base of his cock. Your hands grip the back of the chair and then his shoulders as he helps you ease down onto him. Slowly he sinks into your tight heat, both hands on your hips as he bottoms out.
Your once upright position now significantly different as you slump against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You can feel his chest heaving against yours, his pants heating your ear. All you can do is whimper as his dick twitches inside of you. Hands still on your hips, he helps to lift you. Slowly he pulls out before rolling his hips upwards to meet with your own that he pushes down. He fits perfectly inside you, already touching the soft spongey spot that has you clenching around him. Junseo doesn't really require much help from you at all, his brain focused on the feeling of your tight cunt wrapping around him greedily.
Just as you begin to feel a bit more used to his size, he begins moving you. His strong hands grip your hips with intent, his fingers digging into your plushness. Lifting you with ease before dropping you slowly back down his length.
It doesn’t take long for him to match his hips to the pattern, his cock pushing impossibly deep inside of you, the stretch making sounds leave your lips that you didn’t know you were capable of making. His muscles flexing as he uses you like his own personal fleshlight. Clipped moans leave him, his jaw slack. Each sound directly into your ear. Junseo’s eyes scrunch closed due to the pleasure. His grasp on you is harsh and bruising. The slow and steady pace of his guided movements is dizzying. Your eyes roll back as he sinks into you and then drags his thick length back out. You tremble like a leaf in his grasp, hips rolling with a steady pace, as if he's truly relishing in the feeling of you.
“S’pretty-” his words come out broken and stuttered, the pleasure more than evident in each syllable, “ff-huh fuck, 너- 너무 좋은.” (so good~)
Junseo buries his face into your neck to muffle his moans, as he speeds up his movements. He brings your hips against his with fervour, loving the filthy sounds you were making. The two of you cling to one another as he fucks into. Your voices are both filled with ecstasy and desperation.
His hips only continue to meet yours with their brutal pace, your sweet sounds coming out hiccupped and whiney as you near yet another orgasm. Junseo is so lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him that he doesn’t register your desperate pleas and warnings of and about your impending climax.
"S-Seo," your voice catches in the back of your throat as he bottoms out again, "s'too much."
“응 응 자기~ 알아~” (yea, yea baby~ i know~) he mumbles as he finally begins slowing down, his goal now, to press himself as deeply as he could into your tight cunt, “take it, m’kay? 알겠어?” (alright?)
The only response you could manage was a pathetic moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck and melted into him.
"You're doing so well," his voice is strained, brows furrowed as you suck him in. Each movement has you creaming around him even more. A milky ring of slick coats his length, pussy sucking him in just as desperately as all the noises leaving your lips make it sound. His bruising grip spurs you on. Junseo’s big hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you off of him.
Junseo brings your hips down onto him with a purpose. Your head thrown back as his pace quickens suddenly. Somehow he feels even deeper than before, as if the head of his dick is pressing into your stomach. He was so deep you could taste him on the back of your tongue. His thick cock always did fill you just a little more than you could handle, making the tears that began wetting the crook of his neck feel like a reward. Junseo knew you were really feeling good when the tears began pouring out of your eyes and nothing but mumbled euphoric nonsense left your pretty lips. Junseo sucks air through his teeth, as you convulse around him. Despite none of the effort being from you, you can't stop the way you shake in his grasp. Over and over he fills you up, bruises forming under his grip as he fucks up into you. Fat body jiggling with his force. You're sure you must be beyond heavy, especially in this position, but based on how consistently he fucks you, its nothing to him. Too enamored by you, too desperate for the pleasure of his release.
Junseo’s voice is gruff and labored, "기분이 너무 좋아," (i feel so good) his arousal obvious in each syllable, as if it took all of his focus to say even that much.
You can't respond, not properly, every thought in your brain is just as scrambled as your insides seem to be. Your plush form pressed against him, both of you slick and sticky with sweat. Your cunny leaking messily over his lap as you bury your head in his neck. Pathetic whimpers and mewls dancing across his tan skin as you fall apart.
You clamp down around him, shivers wracking through your body, your orgasm is messy, dripping down his length as he ravages you. His fat cock bullying into your clenching and overstimulated pussy. You softly cry against his shoulder, the unending pleasure starting to take a sharper edge of pain, which only further works you up, "서 제발, 투머치," (seo please, too much) you whine.
He doesn’t hear you, or rather, he doesn't listen to your plea. Instead wrapping his muscular arms around your squishy body , holding you tightly against him as he ruts into/against you like a dog, too lost in his own fulfillment.
"S'good, s'warm nd wet," his words far more vulgar than they'd normally be and somewhere between your slurs of how deep he was and how you couldn’t possibly take anymore, he heard something that made his cock jump dangerously inside of you.
Cum inme Seo, ‘s yours
His movements stilled and you began to whine almost immediately. Instead of entertaining it, he chooses to take your words away. With little struggle Junseo stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, his cock still inside you and walks the two of you a few steps away to the couch.
As soon as your back is against the cushions, he is pushing your knees nearly to your ears, “내 거야” (-this pussy- it's mine) he says matter-of-factly setting a bruising pace. You’re folded in half, your knees hooked over his shoulders as he bullies his fat cock in and out of you, grunts and groans filling your ears. His teeth nipping at you as he sucks dark marks on your neck and collar bones.
Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as your pathetic noises only work to spur Junseo on. His stamina unwavering. Each thrust throws you further into the unwavering pain and pleasure of overstimulation. Your loud cries reduced to strained puffs of air and hoarse whimpers, the space instead being filled with Junseo’s uncharacteristically loud and desirous sounds. His normal demeanor long gone as you begin to once again flutter around him. Your blunt nails scratch at his back frantically trying to ground yourself as the coil within you tightens.
It doesn’t take too many thrusts before it snaps and you squirt around him. Even as your climax wracks through your body he doesn’t stop the fluid movements of his hips. He revels in how pitiable your overstimulated keening is, knowing that he isn’t fairing much better. ,
“애인,” (sweetheart) the petname is said with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow, "I— I'm– 쌀여고 그래—" (i'm cumming--)
“C-can feel you s-so deep,” you warble, "wan you to fill me, seo.”
He holds you against him like he's trying to merge the two of you together, basically crushing you as he presses into you as far as he can and does exactly as you requested. His cum floods you, as he continues to hump into you.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he whispers against your skin, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, cock still twitching, still leaking into you.
Your chests rise and fall in quick unison as he unfurls your bodies. Your thighs resting loosely around his hips as he leans back and cups your face in his big hands, the two of you gazing at each other lovingly. His thumbs wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes gently, a big dopey grin dancing across his face.
"My gift," his smile widens as he speaks, "너무 좋아~" (i really like it/i like it a lot)
You laugh, your smile matching his, "다행이~" (that's a relief)
"I want to stay like this," his eyes sparkle whether it's joyously or mischievously; you aren't sure, but you don't object. Instead you reach for him, making him fold over you again, your arms wrapping around his neck as he lifts your hips and plush torso enough to hug you.
"I don't mind," you murmur into his neck and he chuckles softly, "I like being so full of you."
warnings - Dom! HueningKai, Fat!y/n <3, power dynamics, kinda non-con, kinda dub-con, choking, breeding kink, no protection, oral (f receiving), not exactly explicit size kink, dry humping, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, no aftercare, dirty talk, interchangeably using Hyuka/Kai/Huening/HueningKai, pet names (baby/pretty baby), excessive use of title "sir" but not really in a sexual context
words - 4940
request - closed inbox thirsts: open
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an: i had initially thought i was going to make this kinda cutesy, but instead i made it evil lmfaooo idk what happeneeeeedd !! i think i'm just too overly freaked out rn-- this is so ooc hyuka like i cannot even begin to describe how this is so not how i view him but also it's so hot to me like idkidk but the only in character thing about it is that he loves big, soft, squishy things and welp... he certainly has that BAHAHA anyways please enjoy! sorry for any mistakes, i could not be bothered to proof read it @gnabnahcsworld this is for yew <3 and, as always, please use protection for your safety and well being unless you are with a trusted long term partner and have the means to safely, happily, and healthily risk bringing a child into this fucked up hellscape of a world !!
Ceo Hyuka! Who gets a new secretary and is genuinely upset about it at first, and because of his scary exterior and cold gazes, she just does as she is told to do.
Really, she is extremely helpful and proactive and as time goes on and they begin spending late nights in the office together he begins to realize that he is developing some kind of feelings towards her.
Each day that passes by he becomes more fascinated with her, more enamored… he eventually becomes fixated on her soft and round body. He begins finding reasons and ways to press up against her, feeling her soft body only making him more crazed
Every day you wore business-appropriate attire, but it was the way the pencil skirts hugged against your tummy, the outline visible, and the way you tucked your shirts at the waist so it was harder to see the tiny muffin top you were creating with the tight skirt. Not to mention the way your tiddies were sitting in your slightly unbuttoned blouse.
One night, after almost a month of late-night shifts, you began bringing and wearing more comfortable attire. This of course was only because your boss encouraged it. He promised to do it as well, but kept “coincidentally” forgetting his change of clothes each day. Claiming that it had just slipped his mind since it was a new and random addition to his morning routine, and after a while, you just gave up, but you didn’t stop doing it yourself. It was nice to feel comfortable while working hard to reorganize 100s of files that we are actively being added to. It was an estimated workload of 4 months, you were both hoping to bring it down to 3, if not less. Comfy clothes were a must.
This is when hyuka! Began to crumble. Your cute, fat body in pajama pants that hugged your waist and stomach, almost accentuating the roundness. His hands ached with the need to grab at it, sink his fingers into the flesh. The strappy tank top you had paired with it wasn’t helping. So immersed in work that you couldn’t be bothered to care about or think of hiding your tummy in any way. Your tiny muffin top is proudly on display. And on top of that, no bra. If he wasn’t so painfully aware of the hellish work laid before him, he would have thought that he was in heaven.
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He watches this go on for 3 agonizing weeks before he finally loses his cool.
“y/n,” he says from his desk seat, his eyes meeting yours easily over the tall computer monitors.
“Yes sir?” you turn towards him curiously.
“Your clothes.”
He says it as if you should already know what he means. You don’t.
“Hmm?”
His expression shifts to subtle annoyance as he repeats himself, “Your clothes.”
This time you just stare at him, allowing the confusion to rest on your features. He huffed and rolled his eyes, a small blush on his face.
“They’re distracting me. I know I said that you could wear them, but I think I may have to retract my statement. I apologize.”
“I- I don’t understand sir,” you begin, “I’ve been wearing things like this since the very first time I agreed to wear comfortable clothes.” Normally you would never get even remotely upset about something like that, but after the long hours… and with your more relaxing attire having been your comfort as you were drowning in the files; his change in leniency felt almost offensive.
His blush deepens and his eyebrows furrow as he starts to seem a bit angry, “I understand that. And in full transparency, it was just as distracting then, but I respected the fact that I should just be a man and allow you this one luxury while you work overtime out of the kindness of your heart and not because you have to…but God, I can’t take it anymore!”
Hyuka! Stands up from his desk, slamming his hands down in frustration. His outburst scares you a bit, but not enough to keep you from standing your ground.
“How is a tank top and a pair of pajama pants so distracting all of the sudden?”
In an instant, he decided that he would just show you all of the thoughts that were plaguing his mind. So, he walked around his desk in long strides. Before you could back up, he was standing in front of you. His big body is drowning your small round one. Hyuka’s! Large hands come to your shoulders as he quickly spins you around. When your back is facing his front, he brings his big hands to your stomach and grabs it roughly, pulling you to him.
Hyuka! Hunches over you, squeezing your fat while pressing you against him. You work hard to distract yourself from the feeling of his hardened length pressing into the top of your ass. His breath comes out labored, but all he’s done is grab at you.
“This.” He says matter of factly, “This is what is so distracting. I can see your soft fucking body and all I want to do is eat you up like a lil dumpling.”
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You don’t even have time to gasp before he’s nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck. You can feel his chest heaving, his hot breath puffing against your neck, before his lips replace the air. They are soft against you as he nips at your skin. Your heart hammers against your ribcage and your hands come to his wrists.
You tense and squirm in his grasp, trying your best to pull his hands away from your stomach, but this only makes his grip harden ten-fold. You whimper and tell yourself it’s due the pain of his grasp and not the way he’s sucking at the sensitive part of your neck.
Huening ruts against your back and when you try again to pull away, he bites the junction of your neck and shoulder, hard. With the way he laps at you, warm tongue dragging over the mark that is no doubt there, you’re fairly certain that he’s broken skin.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he pants, rutting against you again, palms still kneading at your soft tummy, “Hmm? Do you know how hard it’s been not to grab hold of you like this every night?”
You can’t find any words to say, but for some reason unknown even to yourself, you stop fighting back. Your arms hang limply at your sides as you close your eyes trying to ignore how hard his dick feels against you and how desperate his voice sounds as he keeps speaking.
“It’s like you do it on purpose, prancing into my office with that big, sparkling smile of yours,” one of his hands comes upwards, yanking the neckline of your tanktop down, the sound of fabric stretching (and ripping) seeming to echo through the room. “Your innocent eyes always looking at me so sweetly,” His large hand grabbing at your right tit, squeezing it roughly before pinching your nipple. You gasp, unintentionally pushing your chest out as your back bows slightly at the feeling. He takes this as submission.
“But worst of all–” He is humping against your back at a slow, but consistent pace. Hyuka’s mean grip on your tummy doesn’t stop, even as his other hand continues to alternate between squeezing and pinching at your tit. (In any other case his dexterity would be impressive). “-- Worst of all are these flimsy. fucking. pajamas,” he says it like a slur, voice low and a bit labored.
Kai abruptly halts his movements, turning you back to face him. His eyes seem to darken from brown to black as he takes in the way you look. Your eyes glassy, bare chest rising and falling rapidly, face flushed in embarrassment. Huening looks at you like you’re truly something to be devoured and it makes you turn in on yourself. It’s as if all at once you remember what’s really going on.
“S-Sir,” your voice already coming out smaller than you intended, “I think the lack of sleep is getting to the both of us,” with these words you try to cover yourself up quickly realizing that your tank top is no longer an appropriate means for that, far too stretched out to not fall, instead you opt for your forearm, scooping your breasts up and trying to cover your nipples in the process, “May– maybe we should call it a night and-.”
He cuts you off, pulling your arm from your chest and slamming his lips against yours. You have no time to put up a fight as his tongue shoves deep into your mouth, as if he’s trying to lick the back of your throat. Kai’s teeth knock against your own with the ferocity of his kiss. No longer sure where your mouth ends and his begins, as he grabs your head in his hands and basically smooshes your faces together. It’s messy and gross, the way he licks at your teeth, sucks on your tongue, leaves spit dripping from the corners of your mouth.
It’s all so desperate and ‘kissing’ barely seems the appropriate word for how he attempts to swallow you whole. You can’t breathe, so you’re certain he must not be faring much better, and yet still he doesn’t stop. Not until you’re squirming again and your soft whimpers turn into your best attempts at pleading for oxygen. Your hands come to his broad chest trying to push him away and it isn’t until you begin frantically hitting him, that he releases you.
You both gasp for breath, your lips equally as swollen as his, saliva glistening. His cheeks, nose, and ears are a dark red.
“We’re not going home,” his right hand comes to his now wrinkled dress shirt, popping the first two buttons, “until I’ve had my meal.”
Your eyebrows shoot to your hairline as you stare at him in shock. His words take you completely off guard. You open and close your mouth like a fish, trying to think of any way to protest. Your head shaking left to right slowly in opposition, “Sir– I,” you suck in another deep breath, “I don’t think this is professional. We’ve certainly just been working too many late nights and you must be so exhausted and,” you go to take a step back, but he’s faster, Large hand reaching for your throat. Immediately squeezing too hard, as if all he knows is vice-grip. Instantly you’re still, hands flying to his wrist as your wide eyes start to well up with tears.
You’re scared. You’re terrified. You’re…aroused.
It feels like your brain is swirling around your head, air not able to reach it. Your giant of a boss eliminating any space between the two of you, grip on your throat unwavering.
“When I spoke, did I stutter?” Huening tilts his head in mock confusion. You do your best to respond, a barely audible ‘No Sir,” tumbles quickly from your lips as a tear finally falls past your waterline.
“And as my secretary, my assistant,” his grip tightens impossibly and your vision starts to turn splotchy, “isn’t it your job to assist me?”
You try to reply, but even as your lips move to form all the right syllables of ‘Yes Sir’ not one sound comes out. Your grip on his wrist weakens and more tears start to fall. Eyelids flutter as he stares down at you like he couldn’t care less.
Right on the cusp of blacking out, he lets go of you and watches as you struggle to keep yourself upright, sputtering and wheezing. Your hands rubbing at your neck, as you cough out sobs.
“If you want to keep the job you have, I suggest you let me eat,” with a nod of his head, he gestures behind him to his desk as your watery eyes meet his cold gaze, “You do want to keep this position, don’t you y/n?”
For a moment you debate on leaving. This wasn’t the only secretary job in the world after all… But despite the fear that crept up your spine and the harshness of his actions, you couldn’t ignore the ache between your thighs. Moreover, you couldn’t ignore the little voice in your head yelling about how you’d wanted Hueningkai from the moment you stepped into his office on the first day.
You applied as soon as the position opened up, knowing that having this job would basically guarantee you never ending financial security. The assistant before you had held the position since Kai’s father was still CEO and Kai was only a young teen. It was lucrative and paid well and earned you respect in a way that you’d never imagined you’d ever have, especially as nothing more than an assistant. The benefits were good and the pay was even better.
When you came in for your first day on the job, the three stages of the interview process having gone smoothly, you were nervous but prepared… Until you saw Hueningkai face to face for the first time. The photos didn’t do him justice. One look from him and you were forgetting how to breathe, face heating up. The older woman (his previous assistant) chuckled and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, bringing you back to reality.
“Mr. Huening is certainly handsome, isn’t he,” it wasn’t really a question, just her poking a bit of fun at you. Your eyes snapped from him to her as embarrassment washed over you, cheeks heating up, and a sheepish grin spreading across your face.
“Yes ma’am, he certainly is,” you clear your throat and stand up straighter and the old woman beams at you.
Even as the days passed by and he barked harsh orders at you, you couldn’t stop the way you swooned in his presence. Each day you spent together you could see more and more of his kindness seeping through. Every word he said, every glance he spared, it all went to your head. Sometimes, late at night, buried in files– you’d convince yourself that maybe you had a chance.
While none of this was going the way you had dreamt it would, his want for you was undeniable. This was your chance and even if it was a bit brazen, you didn’t want to waste it. You didn’t want to give any of this up. Not the benefits, not the respect, and not him.
You do your best to stand up straighter and nod. Instead of answering you walk to his desk. You make quick work of clearing it off, moving papers and folders to the floor, pushing his monitor and keyboard to the furthest edge, gently placing the few breakables on his desk chair. When the space is mostly clear, you turn to face him, removing your useless tank top, and fighting every cell in your body that aches to cover yourself up. Instead your hands come to clasp in front of you, your eyes meeting his expectantly.
Hyuka hasn’t looked away from you for even one second. His piercing eyes follow your every move. Something like a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as you remove your top and struggle to keep yourself from fidgeting under his probing gaze. His tongue wetting his bottom lip as he eyes you.
Just when you think maybe you should speak, he starts towards you, nimble fingers undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and continuing down. With just one hand he unhooks, unbuttons, and unzips his slacks. You wonder if he’s done something like this before, but choose not to linger on the thought for too long. Some, no doubt expensive, brand name adorns the waistband of his briefs and you convince yourself that you’re staring at that– not the way his hardened length struggles against the fabric and certainly not the splotch of dampened fabric colored a shade or so darker by his eagerness.
Normally he’d probably be very aware of your eyes, but he’s too busy taking in the pudge of fat that is accentuated by the waist of your sleep pants. It makes him twitch with excitement.
“Lay on the desk,” Kai’s demand comes out breathy, but commanding nonetheless and so you do as you’re told. Your hips hang over the edge uncomfortably, feet unable to touch the ground or support your body, but the discomfort doesn’t last long. Huening all but ripping your pants off your body before dropping to his knees and hooking yours over his shoulders. Strong hands squeezing at your thighs as he holds your legs apart.
With no warning he drags his tongue from your leaking hole to your clit and groans. You gasp, surprised and full of shame, as your hips jump at the feeling. You quickly try to sit up, “W-wait! Sir! I–”
Kai cuts you off by sinking his teeth into the plush of your sensitive inner thigh making your words turn into a cry of pain, “Shut up and let me dine in peace, y/n.”
“O-okay,” you manage to whisper out before he’s dragging his tongue back through your folds again and again and again.
Each time it’s slow and reverent. Each time he stops long enough to nip at your clit. Each time he moans at the sweetness of you. His eyes rolling back when he pushes his tongue into your pulsing heat, lapping at every inch of you that he can. His fingers subconsciously dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, as he drinks you up. Tongue thrusting into you and then coming to lap at the arousal you leak. Lips wrapping around your pert clit as he sucks gently, just enough to have your hips canting up again. He laps at your folds like he’s dying of thirst.
Each second that passes seems to make him more desperate, more feral. Losing the pattern he’d seemed to follow in the beginning, instead eating you out like he’s chasing his own high, because he is. Movements become sloppy and messy as your essence starts to fully seep out of you. Kai slobbers against your leaking cunny, sucking and nibbling and lapping up your juices. His sharp nose catches your clit as he buries his face deeper into you. His moans and whimpers only make you wetter. Your hands that once clawed at the hardwood beneath you, now tug at his silver hair, as you attempt to pull him closer, half-humping against his face. Your ears are ringing by the time you feel your orgasm washing through you, his tongue fucking into you as he makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. His eyes squeezed shut, his grip on your legs loosening so he can relish in how your big thighs clamp around his head like a pair of earmuffs.
Your release saccharine on his tongue, your warm thighs trembling, your cries of pleasure lewd and loud– it’s all too much, too good, better than he’d imagined. When he mewls into your wet pussy, you think it’s because he can’t breathe, in reality it’s because his own orgasm is wracking through his body; big, heavy cock jolting as he creams his briefs. Kai’s hands mindlessly squeezing your shaking thighs as he humps against nothing and licks pathetically at your pussy.
Hands that once pulled him closer, now trying to push him away as he continues to kiss and suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, “Huening please,” you mewl, but he doesn’t stop, not until he’s sure that he’s made a full and total mess of you. His menstruations slower now as he seemingly gives attention to each part of your chubby pussy. Suckling on each lip, tonguing at each inch of you, and grinning widely each time your legs shake a bit harder.
When he finally removes your hands from his hair and your knees from his shoulders, he stands, eyes triumphant as he towers over you. Your face is flushed, even more so when you notice how his mouth and chin are covered in his spit and your release and how his hair, once neat and tidy, is now fully tousled.
As you try to sit up again, Kai sucks his teeth in disapproval, stopping you instantly.
“Where are you going?” You watch with wide, nervous eyes as pulls his cock from the confines of his pants/briefs. Watching as his brows furrow and he pumps his length. It is then that you realize that he seems to be coated in his own release, but you don’t really have any chance to ask or comment on it as he lifts one of your legs with his free hand and wraps it around his hip. Huening trails the head of dick through the folds of your sopping cunny, making sure to nudge at your entrance each time. You can’t help but gasp at the pressure, “ ‘M not done with you yet, y/n, let me have just a little bit more, alright?”
You nod without thinking and he chuckles, “Y’know, you tasted just as sweet as you look,” with this he lines himself up, “and you were just so sooo tight around my tongue,” both of your chests heave as the swollen head of his dick pushes against you, “bet you’re gonna wrap ‘round my cock even better, yea?”
“Y-yea,” you keen as he bullies his length into you. Your jaw goes slack as he fills you up, pressing so deeply into you that you can feel him in your stomach.
“Atta girl,” Hyuka huffs out as he folds himself over your plush form. His hands latching onto the rolls of your back and then moving to the tuck of your tummy as if he’s trying to ground himself in reality, but it only spurs him on more, cock jumping inside of you.
He tries to keep hold of himself, slowly dragging his length out of you, “S’fuckin tight ‘nd so fuckin’ soft,” his teeth clenched.
All you can do is gasp at the emptiness, but when he resheaths himself within your warm gummy walls, your spine arches. Nails scratching at his back as he sets a slow, steady pace. He can’t seem to keep his hands off the soft parts of your body and you can’t seem to keep the tears of pleasured overstimulation from falling.
When Hyuka looks at you, eyes watery, tears slowly falling, mouth slightly ajar panting out his name– something inside of him breaks. Any lingering remanence of his self control flying directly out the window. The next drag of his cock is accentuated by a harsh snap of his hips as he plunges his overwhelming length back into you with fervor.
Your soft mewls turning into raw unbridled cries of delectation. He fucks himself into you roughly. Your moans hiccuped as if he is fucking each sound out individually. Kai keeps his face in the crook of your neck, unable to make himself look at the sensual jiggle of your body as he drives his cock into you.
“Can’t even look at you or’ll cum again,” his words are clipped and pathetic, “just too good, too pretty,” he whines.
“Huening– deep,” you reply, brain empty of anything but how well he fills you up. Your slippery walls fluttering around him, “s’full.”
“Full? Hmm? You wanna be full,” His pace is vicious, “I’ll fill you up pretty baby, I’ll make sure you’re leaking me.” Kai’s lips press against your neck and the side of your face in open mouth kisses.
“P-lease,” you warble and clench around him.
He moans in response, “Gonna knock you up, gonna watch you walk around my office all pretty, carryin’ my baby,” you tighten around him at his words and he chokes out a laugh, “y’like the sound of that? Bet you’d agree to anything just to have me cum in you, huh? Go ahead baby, tell me you want my cum.”
It is then that he leans back and angles your hips a bit higher off the desk, your body hanging off of his as he snaps his hips at a vicious pace. Kai doesn’t know which part of you to look at, everything about you has him teetering on the edge. His thumb coming to your clit and rubbing harsh circles.
You shudder and wail, whole body trembling in his grasp, “C’mon y/n,” he grunts, “tell me what you n-eed from me.”
“Wan’ you to c-cum in-hhhh-side, please sirplease, wanna be full,” you don’t even realize how loud you’re being, how pathetic you sound as you cry out for him, “aghh wan’ hahh want your babies.”
“Yea? You want my babies? Keep sq-sssqueezing me like that and I’ll have no choice, but to give you what you want,” his voice is laced with indescribable pleasure, each syllable almost slurred as he trembles on the precipice of release, “Beggin’ your boss to give you his babies, how dirty.”
He taunts you like it wasn’t his idea in the first place, like he wasn’t the one who laid you down to have his way with you. When he pinches your clit, you see stars. Body going rigid as your climax rushes through you, slick dribbling out of you as he fucks you through your release. Hips never faltering as your body jolts, pleasure seeming to never end.
Even as the twinges of pain shoot through you, overstimulation quickly comes on stronger, his hips continue their unrelenting motion. Kai moves you uncomfortably to your side, hiking your leg up over his shoulder and sinking impossibly deeper into you. Drool pooling under your cheek that is slightly smooshed into the desk thanks to the new position. Your chubby, pliable body on display for him in a new way, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his cock pumps into you.
Huening's hands grab at every part of you he can latch on to, as if he can’t decide which is best. He’s so deep you can’t help how your abused cunny sucks him in. The sounds that leave him are depraved and almost animalistic. His tip knocking against your cervix as his hips finally still.
Sweat dampened hair sticks to his face, even as his head falls forward. A silent cry leaving his mouth as he spills rope after rope of sticky, hot release inside of you. Eyes glued shut as his hips seem to involuntarily grind against you. Despite having already finished once before, each shock of arousal seems to have him leaking more and more. Climax never ending as it pours into you. Even still leaking in as he lays you back on your back, moving your leg to be once again wrapped around him.
When he opens his eyes and looks down at you, you’re already staring up at him as if mesmerized. Your eyes glassy from spilt tears, cheeks rosy in the afterglow of it all.
Kai leans down and kisses you deeply. This time it’s sweet and slow. When it pulls away, it leaves you wanting more.
After far too long of looking at one another in silence, he finally speaks.
“I’m sorry for uhm, being so mean with you.” His voice is small and sheepish.
You shake your head, “S’okay, I know you would have stopped if I’d really said no.” You smile softly, trying to reassure him (and maybe yourself) but he doesn’t smile back.
“I don’t,” he clears his throat and looks away as if he’s not still deeply inside of you, “I don’t know if I would have… and that’s why I feel so sorry.” He rakes a hand through his messy hair and sighs. You want to disagree, but after hearing him say it, you can’t.
Again the two of you fall silent.
“I should uh- clean you up so you can get home.”
His words are mumbled and his expression unreadable. You just nod.
You both pule at the loss of one another as he pulls out. He fights hard to tear his eyes away from where his release leaks out of you. Using your no longer wearable shirt, he wipes you as clean as he can before discarding of the soiled fabric.
With a grasp far softer than the one he had earlier, HueningKai helps you to sit up, and then stand from the desk. Your legs weaker than anticipated as you fall into him.
You let out an ashamed and quick ‘Sorry,’ quickly righting yourself, using the desk for balance.
He doesn’t say anything, instead shrugging off his button-up and helping you into it. Nimble hands fasten the buttons as you ogle his bare chest and wide shoulders. He huffs out a soft chuckle and you look away. Your embarrassment seems to retrigger his unrelenting shame.
“Do you need help getting to your car? Should I call an uber for you?”
“No sir,” you wobble to where he threw your pants, bending over to pick them up, “I can drive home. Thank you.”
Kai nods and you hobble towards the door stepping carefully into your pajama bottoms.
“I’m going to, uhm, head home…” your words trail off as he nods again, not meeting your eyes.
“You don’t need to come in tomorrow morn–” he begins, but you cut him off.
“I’ll be here first thing, sir.”
As you open the door to leave you turn to him once more, “Huening,” his eyes finally meet yours, “I don’t,” you take a deep breath, “I don’t regret this.”
Something in the air shifts as he quietly responds, “I don’t either.”
g e n r e - s m u t. with a metric fuck ton of plot and a fluffy ending :)
w a r n i n g s - “historical” au!, unprotected sex, blatant allusion to virginity/loss of it, first time! pet names (my love, princess, my dearest, etc), brief mentions of weaponry and war, kihyun fat cawk, marriage (obvs)
o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this. no ai will ever be present in my writing.
w o r d s - 13,102
a / n - monsta x fanfic !! this is a recession indicator <3 i lowk don’t think i mentioned jooheon at all in this story lmfaooo which is insane because i mentioned almost every member of svt jsdfhlakjs pls know that i double bias minhyuk and honey so it isn’t personal !! i have been working on this for ages. i’m not quite happy with the smutty portions, but i’m tired of staring at it and trying to rework it. writing smut is hard these days [sobs] anyways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, and for the first time i think, the reader will be getting picked up!!!! i would imagine that a knight who trains everyday would be able to lift someone up soooo... i’m kinda excited. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner. that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection! also! so sorry if anything is contextually inaccurate to/for a period piece, i've never written one before hhhh
The castle stood behind you- high, mighty, and stifling. You were royalty, born the oldest of two sisters, meant to take the place of your father should he pass away as your mother had so many years ago, taken too early and too young. You were regarded highly, seen as strong, independent, and ruthless. A cold-blooded woman, capable of showing kindness only to her family, but that was only true to those beyond the castle walls. To those within the confines of the castle and servitude, you were too kind, too driven, too burdened.
Because of your dutiful nature, your sister was able to live more freely. She was able to follow her dreams and find passions of her own. It kept you motivated. That and your dire want to be ruler one day. While the thought of your father dying petrified you, the endless hours and days of training left you determined and hungry. Ever ready to take over if need be. You were head of the kingdom's military, they followed your father’s orders first, but yours second and there was no one with skill that could compare to yours… save for the immediate royal guard. Three knights and a mercenary.
One of those knights, Wonho, and the mercenary, Changkyun, were assigned to your father's quarters. Wonho had brute strength, able to fight off at least 25 men alone with no weapon. While his demeanor was a bit ditsy and on rare occasions when he was stationed to watch over you, you were sure very little was going on in that pretty head of his, in dangerous situations he seemed to become another man entirely. War certainly knew how to make a man of him and though he’d never show it normally, he knew what he was doing… Changkyun was… an interesting character. Playful and sly, it seemed he was born to become the assassin he was. Sneaky, cunning, and quiet, his job was less so to protect your father and more so to gather information for him. Changkyun was the reason your father was so informed on the foreign nations and areas surrounding the kingdom.
That left only your sister’s knight Hyungwon and your knight Kihyun. The two were partners in crime despite their stark differences in demeanor. Hyungwon was tall, quiet, and stoic, that is until your sister became involved. Around her, the blunt killer became a pile of mush. Staring and longing after your sister sweetly, he was working hard not only to protect her but to rank up just once more in order to be allowed to marry her. Of course, they both knew that, but he was respectful and dutiful nonetheless. Showing nothing more than his unmistakable blush around her. Their love was cute, much like the love you read about in the novels your kingdom’s commoners would leave for you as gifts.
Your relationship with Kihyun, however, was nothing of the sort. He was annoyingly coy, ridiculously witty, and was truthfully (though you’d never admit it to him) the only person you regarded as completely equal. The only member of the guard to never have lost to you in a sparring match, as well as the only knight to put up with your ridiculous and surprisingly childish antics.
The ones that left you as you were tonight, draped in a common peasant’s garb, a large hood pulled over your head, standing just beyond the walls of the castle. Kihyun by your side dressed the same way, only starkly more unhappy.
He sighs with annoyance, “Why must you sneak out like this princess?”
You don’t even spare him a glance as you continue your small journey, “Sir Kihyun if you didn’t wish to accompany me, why must you burden me with your ever-incessant presence.”
Kihyun lets out a dry chuckle, “Presumably for the same that you burden me with your incessant need to chase after trouble.”
“Kihyun, have you lost all manners? Is this any way to speak to your princess?”
“Oh please! Spare me, if I truly regarded you in any such way, I’m almost convinced you would have my head.”
“Truthfully, if I could have your head, I would already.” You roll your eyes, even in the darkness. He laughs loudly at your remark and you turn around to swat at him for his loud outburst, “Shh!” you exclaim with slight panic, “Lord above Kihyun, for someone so worried about me getting caught and being led into danger, you sure are comfortable with your recklessness.”
He smirks behind you, it’s an expression you know well enough to be able to make out in the moonlight. You punch him in the arm and turn back towards your path. Soon you are at the back door of a large manor. Not quite a castle, but much more than a measly home. You knock three times in rapid succession and the door flies open.
You flip back your hood and are met with a happy face of instant recognition, “Daffodil!” the boy behind the open door exclaims.
“Vernon!” You reply, comfortably returning his excitement. He steps out of the way and you walk inside, quickly gesturing for Kihyun to follow. With a roll of his eyes, he steps inside the door. Watching as the men inside greet you with unknowing informality.
Though he’d never admit it, their comfortability irks him, and it takes everything in him not to sever their hands from their bodies as they pat your back and ruffle your hair.
“Daffodil, my beautiful flower, how are you on this fine evening?” Dokyeom asks with a lovestruck gaze and soft smile. His tan skin glowed underneath the many lit candles and wall-hanging pendant lights.
A small blush creeps along your face at his words and you meet his soft grin with your own, “Dokyeom you flatter me too much and I’ll start to grow a head the size of an ugly pond toad.”
“And even then you’d still be beautiful,” He responds, taking your hand in his own and squeezing it lightly.
Jun and Minhyuk scoff at the same time, their dignity obvious in their clothing choices, both sons of the kingdom's most well-known marquises.
“Truly Dokyeom, must you take our lovely flower all for yourself?” Jun says, stepping beside you.
“My thoughts exactly,” Minhyuk remarks with a smile, as he pries Dokyeom’s hand from yours.
Dokyeom pouts but before he can respond Wonwoo looks up from his book, “I’d be forever grateful if you’d all cease your meaningless speaking.”
“Oh bite it Wonu,” you reply playfully, “your life would return to being nothing but drab menagerie had I not made a presence within it.”
“No Daffodil,” he begins, placing his eyes back on the pages in front of him, “It would return to peace and tranquility.”
Seungkwan scoffs, “Don’t listen to him Daffodil, he’s happy that you visit us during these clear nights.”
“We all are. My life has become more beautiful since you entered it, my lovely flower,” Minhyuk smiles, placing a kiss on your hand. Your blush returns in an instant.
“However,” Jun begins, stalking over to Kihyun who had chosen to hang back by the door, “It seems we were not only blessed with our lovely Daffodil’s presence but that of an unbecoming weed’s as well.”
You whip your head around to see Kihyun straighten up at the obvious jab, arms crossing over his defined chest, his gaze darkening. Pulling your hand from Minhyuk’s with a quick, apologetic glance, you walk over to step in between your knight and Jun.
“Jun, I’d very much appreciate it if you didn’t disrespect my company with your foul attitude and sharp tongue.”
“Really, DaffodiI,” Kihyun spits harshly, but you cut him off with a pleading look.
Jun just laughs and pulls you in for a hug with unwarranted comfortability that makes Kihyun stiffen and you lightly yelp in shock, “Oh Daffodil, you’re so cute when you get serious like that!”
You scoff in disbelief as you try to pull away from him, “Junhui you let me go right this instant!”
Vernon laughs, “How unbecoming of you Jun, to hug a commoner like this and in front of her suitor nonetheless.”
“Absolutely ruthless,” Seungkwan snickers right beside him.
“Suitor?” Junhui and Dokyeom ask in simultaneous shock.
You look at them with wide eyes. Kihyun immediately began denying the rumor before it could take off anymore, “I hate to disappoint you all, but she is nothing more than a childhood friend. Please do not let your brain wander off with these crazy ideals and spun tales. I would no sooner vie for her love than I would that of a snail.”
Before another word could be spoken there is a knock at the door of the library from the inside. Wonwoo quickly looks up from his book and casts his gaze among the commoners within, “Go, quickly, I’ll see you all tomorrow night,” he whispers curtly, something of an apologetic grimace dancing across his features.
Everyone scrambles hurriedly, hushed goodbyes and chaste kisses blown between friends are sent as each of you departs quickly from the backdoor from whence you came. Once outside and departing from the rest of your friends, Kihyun finally speaks.
“Your friends are quite the charmers, Daffodil, but it would seem to me that anyone would want to return to them if they were receiving that same treatment.”
You stop walking and turn to him, your expression cold, “And whatever is that supposed to mean, Sir Kihyun?”
His tone shifts a bit, more careful perhaps, “I just meant, that they all seem quite taken to you,”
“So you are implying that I only return in order to be wooed by smitten commoners?”
“Well, no your Highness, I simply…”
“Sir Kihyun, I suggest you find something to do, other than throw wild accusations around. Have you anything more to say, it would behoove you to keep it to yourself.” You reply curtly.
“Yes, Princess.”
Soon you are back at the castle and in your room where your two ladies-in-waiting are doing just that, waiting. When they catch glimpse of you from outside of your quarters they rush to your side and quickly usher you back into your room.
“Princess, we must get you cleaned up and ready for bed, your father gave word to Wonho who passed along word to us, in order to let you know that a prince will be visiting from a kingdom across the seas, who is looking to court you!” Marie speaks excitedly, only to be met with Jade’s further excitement.
“Oh, princess! Isn’t it romantic? Traveling such a long way in order to pursue you!” Jade is giddy as she lays your sleep clothes upon the mattress and Marie begins bathing you in the large tub near the corner of your room.
“It’s just like those princes you speak about, from your novels, are you not excited?” Marie’s brows crease at your lack of response.
The frown only deepens as you speak, “While it sounds lovely, yes, I don’t wish to have a man rule beside me unless I truly love him, and even then, I am more than capable of running this kingdom on my own. Not to even begin upon the thoughts of what he may be like. Being a prince or even handsome, means nothing to me, not truly. If I am made to have a man at my side I’d want him to be stoic and brave, yet witty and charming. I’d want him to have kindness in all aspects of his life and a genuine demeanor,” Now Jade’s expression matches Marie’s as they dry and dress you.
“Truthfully princess,” Jade begins and they both sigh dramatically, unable to fight back the small smiles beginning on their faces, “Does such a man even exist?”
Marie rolls her eyes, “I mean surely not outside of her books.”
“Both of you hush,” you exclaim playfully, “If my sister is able to be courted by a knight such as Hyungwon, a man honestly suited for her, with a demeanor that she could build for her perfect suitor within her dreams, there must be a man out there for me.”
A knock at your door makes all three of you jump, “Princess, may I enter?” It is the voice of Kihyun and so without a second thought, you answer.
“You may.” your response is clipped and both Marie and Jade look at you quizzically. You shoo off their confusion and curiosity quickly, before crossing your arms and turning your gaze into something chilly and uninviting. When Kihyun opens your door, you look with kind eyes toward your ladies and dismiss them softly.
They both giggle in understanding as they curtsy politely and excuse themselves. They give quick curtsies to Kihyun, which he meets with a bow as they exit, whispering and murmuring to one another.
You look quickly at Kihyun and then back to the floor in front of you as you seat yourself on the edge of your bed. Kihyun is back in half armor, as worn during his watching over you around the castle. The clanging of the assorted placed metal was a common, almost comforting sound.
“What can I do for you at such a late hour Kihyun? It is unbecoming of you to ask entrance to my room once you know I’m in my night clothes, so I assume it must be something important.”
Kihyun rolls his eyes at your unnaturally harsh disposition, “I’ve come to apologize princess. I do not wish to see you go to sleep with such an angry demeanor. It doesn’t suit your beautiful features.”
“Oh hush, you know flattery will get you nowhere Kihyun.”
“If this is so, then why does that blush of yours dance across those aforementioned lovely features?” a smirk begins to paint his expression, you can hear it in his tone.
“It only does so to betray my true feelings.”
“Oh? Your own body wishes to betray your intent? How unbefitting of my future empress.”
You finally look at him, but it is with a glare. One that does nothing to deter him, instead he chuckles.
“I will have you know Sir Kihyun, that my body only betrays me in moments like this because I find it quite impossible to be genuinely angry with you for long.” You sigh and let your arms fall.
“Is my apology then accepted? Has my empress found it within her heart to extend a hand of forgiveness?”
“Of course, I have, you absolutely wretched soul! And quit calling me your empress, I am not yet to call that title my own and sister says speaking things like that into existence too early could lead to bad things falling unto me or the family.”
Kihyun snorts, “Your sister plays with those gems and reads too many books of magic.”
You fight back your smile, "And even so, I don't wish to risk such a thing."
Kihyun bows his head, still smirking, "Of course not princess. On other matters, I hear a prince from a foreign nation will be on his way to court you on the morrow."
"So I've been told."
Kihyun crosses his arms and cocks his head.
You look at him, playfully batting your eyes, "My ever-dearest knight, this would be the perfect time to confess your undying love for me in an uproarious fit of passion and longing, if you did so desire to do so."
Kihyun smiles at your words and steps near you dropping to one knee, his playfulness only working to one-up your own, "Of course my beloved princess, how could I not absolutely throw myself at you?" His gloved hand comes to rest over his heart as he bows his head, "Please do not marry for it would crush my heart to shambles." He speaks exaggeratedly, struggling to hold back his laughter as he looks up at your flushed face.
His gaze meets yours past the hair that falls upon his forehead as he reaches out and takes your hand, kissing it. You yank your hand away, holding it over your heart.
"Oh for the great lord above, must you always take it so far!" You exclaim hushedly.
"For that same great lord, must you always become so excited by it?" He asks with a chuckle as he stands up and ruffles your hair. "Go to sleep princess, a prince will be waiting to make your acquaintance in only seven hours' time and you've had an adventurous night, so you'll need all the beauty sleep can give you."
"I'm plenty beautiful enough," you huff as you climb under your covers.
"To me? Yes. To a prince of a foreign nation? That has yet to be seen. Good night my empress," he stops only to look at you, bow, and correct himself.
"I apologize, my princess,"
"Good night Kihyun, please watch over me well tomorrow."
"Of course. Don’t I always?"
And the chamber doors shut, leaving you to stare at the ceiling and wonder why your heart fluttered so vehemently when your Sir Kihyun knelt in front of you, your hand in his.
– –
When the morning arrives you are met with the curt knock of Kihyun’s heavy hand upon your chamber door.
"Y/n," his stern voice echoed into your sleep, “The sun is rising and you have a long day ahead of you.”
He is met with what had become your usual groan of disdain. A sound to which his only reply is a louder knock, “Princess, should you put off waking up any longer, the prince will arrive to see you in a more than unbecoming state.”
“Shut your mouth, there is not one state that I’ve ever existed in, in which I was anything other than downright bewitching.” You grumble, now standing face to face with him, having climbed out of your bed and opened the large wooden doors, separating the two of you. Your hair stands wildly atop your head, he only laughs and pats down the pieces straying away.
“Marie is running a bit late, but she will be here shortly to get you dressed and ready to meet the prince,” Kihyun says with a tone that rings matter-of-fact, and as if hearing him, Marie steps up behind him.
She is a flustered mess, a bit out of breath, and holding what seems to be a large gown, tightly in her arms. “Princess,” she heaves as her full breaths struggle to reach her lungs, “I have come to you late and for that, I offer my apologies, but I promise it was with good reason!” Marie is giddy and she does her best to politely push past Kihyun.
He gives with a small smile and a roll of his eyes. Once in the room, Marie turns around and smiles at Sir Kihyun before shutting the door in his face.
You quickly find out that her wondrous surprise is indeed a dress, but one made for your mother years ago. “It is a gift from your father, princess!” Marie exclaims, “This was the dress that your mother wore when the emperor first extended his hand as her suitor.”
You can’t help but smile despite the sadness you feel. Your father was very caring but often left you wondering about his true hidden emotions, and yet here they were plainly splayed out in front of you. It was your mother’s dress, something he must have held onto with a heavy and hopeful heart, and now here it was draping over your body.
When Marie is done dressing you and fixing your hair, she adorns your head with a fancy crown, one saved only for royal necessities such as today's endeavors. As you stand and greet her, a gasp leaves her lips, “My dearest princess, you look beautiful.” Her eyes dampen with tears and yours do the same, “Simply put princess, I believe this prince will fall head over heels for you. He may skip right over the courting and immediately, without a second thought, ask for your hand in marriage.”
You sigh, but the soft smile doesn’t fall from your lips, even as things begin to go terribly wrong. After a rush to the throne room, a near horrific happenstance of almost damaging the dress (due to some careless guards), and the nervous butterflies settling in your stomach as the prince goes an hour past his set arrival time, you maintain face. If not for yourself then for your father, who fidgets almost unnoticeable.
When the doors to the throne room open, both you and your father sit up straighter. The nervousness multiplies within you tenfold, only to turn into immediate dread when the only person to be announced and entered is the prince’s messenger and not the prince.
The messenger bows deeply and offers you an almost apologetic glance before averting his eyes by placing their gaze upon the unraveled scroll in front of him.
“Your highnesses, I come bearing words from my Prince, Seungcheol of Valhalla, if I may be so honored as to speak them,” the boy's voice is clear and echoes gently across the large, mostly empty room.
Your father looks to you, and you take your queue. Your voice elegant, but bold. Even without raising it much at all, your words cut through the air, “You may proceed.” Your command is accompanied by the curt nod of your father. As the messenger reads, your eyes turn cold, and your demeanor turns to stone as you try to drown out the way your heart aches.
“His regard reads as such your Majesty, ‘I, Prince Seungcheol, wish to extend a hand of apology, as it pains me to say that which follows. Due to an unforeseen battle, I am needed at war front and will be unable to be graced by the presence of the Princess of Rosaria at this time. It troubles me to bring such cold news after having been the one to reach out to the gracious emperor to vie for his daughter's hand in matrimony. Though I wish I could extend the hand further and ask for a bit more time, I am not a dishonest man, and so I could not lie and say it would not be for far longer than any man of any stature should keep a beautiful woman and her kingdom waiting. It is with this knowledge that I must retract my extension of courtship. I hope this does not dampen our ties as kingdoms, nor do I hope to paint myself or my kingdom in a negative light in the eyes of the rulers of Rosaria. Please wish me well and know that Valhalla still holds its pledge of allegiance.”
You fight back your tears on the throne and though your father would normally be filled with rage, watching your face fall ever so slightly, is more than enough for him to forget all about the messenger before him. Without allowing for too much hesitation or sadness, your voice is once again finding its way into the air, slicing it with its cool frigidity.
“Tell your prince that it is quite noble of him to choose to protect his kingdom over the possibility of courtship, so I hold no malice towards him or his people. Please make it very clear that it is because of this nobility that we, the kingdom of Rosaria, do not wish to cut ties, but instead form a strong alliance in the future. If a prince cares so much for his people that he would risk losing relations with a Kingdom with more resources than his own, I know that he is someone we could trust. Thank you for traveling all this way to deliver such news. I am grateful to you for your dedication and hard work. You are pardoned, please be on your way.”
The messenger bows deeply, “Thank you for your kindness, I will deliver your message well. Please remain healthy, your majesty.” He raises his head and turns towards your father, bowing once more, “Your grace.” The emperor nods and the messenger quickly departs.
Once the room is empty, you can’t help the one tear that falls down your otherwise regal and unphased, expressionless face. “My daughter,” the emperor begins, placing his hand atop your own, “Please know-”
You smile up at him before standing and patting down your dress, the smile doesn’t reach your eyes as they begin to fill with tears, “Don’t worry father, this isn’t the first time something of this nature has happened. I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’ll work harder at finding someone to court me.”
“Y/n, this isn’t your fault, it never is,” he says sweetly, his heart breaking for you.
“But even you were excited this time father,” you reply, gesturing to your mother’s dress that adorns your body, “Next time I’ll make sure not to waste something so special.”
Before he can speak again you are descending the steps and doing your best to exit the room with haste. As the large ornate door closes behind you, the tears begin falling freely. You do your best to keep any sobs to yourself until you are in front of your chamber doors.
In your sadness, you don’t notice your knight waiting for you until you run right into him. You look up at him to apologize but are met with his vague panic instead. Without much thought, Sir Kihyun is cupping your face in order to use his thumbs to wipe away your tears as they fall.
“My dear princess,” his voice barely above a whisper, “what has you showing such a stunning weakness so openly like this?”
Of course, Kihyun already had an idea, but your reaction was not what he had imagined it would be. Kihyun had been on the front steps to welcome the prince upon his arrival. He was the one who first met with the messenger and his rushed apology from the royalty of Valhalla, but he didn’t expect such a reaction as this, from someone like you. Many men had come to court you, only to realize exactly how much of a challenge you really were, and back out. For not one of those men did you cry, but now, for one, you hadn’t so much as seen a drawn depiction of? It didn’t make sense to him, but as he continued to wipe your tears away, the way his heart splintered for you, worked well to remind him that it need not have any understanding to him if it is how you felt.
“He didn’t even show up,” you whispered to him. You grab at Kihyun’s wrists to pull his hands away from your face, so you can fall a bit forward, your forehead resting on his unarmored chest. His hands hang limply by his sides as you bunch up your hands in the fabric of his shirt and sob against him, loudly. The hall around you is empty save for you, him, and your sister’s knight, Hyungwon, who was stationed outside of her chambers. “This dress belonged to my mother,” you cry out, “Father was so excited for me. Hells! I was excited. I thought maybe this one actually wanted to be with me. He asked for me of his own accord and yet even with this, he didn’t come. I look pretty today, Kihyun.” Your voice trails back into a whisper with your last statement and maybe it is because of this that Kihyun’s hands ball up into fists and he begins to fill with rage.
“You always look ravishing, y/n,”
His use of your name so casually, has you standing back up to look at him with shock, your tears slowing their descent only because of surprise, “Kihy-”
“For making you cry like this, I should hunt him down and have his head. To waste such a special dress, such luxury as you putting on your crown, and even more so- your excitement,” his body stiffens further with every angry word, “Perhaps it would be safer for Prince Seungcheol, to die at war, than to return only to be met with his demise at the hand of my sword,” he spits. His gaze falls past you as if in his head he truly is beheading the aforementioned prince.
You release your grip upon his now wrinkled shirt. You do your best to rub out the crinkling, before placing your hand on his muscular chest, “Sir Kihyun, it isn’t like you to address me so casually or to speak so harshly upon the names of those you’ve never even so much as laid eyes upon.”
He looks down at you as you sniffle and a small smile falls across his lips, “Forgive me, princess, it seems I’ve overstepped a few boundaries.”
“I suppose because you stood here so dutifully and let me ruin your clothing that I shall forgive you for your use of my name so informally, and because it is a murder that you wish to commit in honor of my feelings, I’ll forgive your gruesome words and thoughts as well.”
“As always, even in your own emotional state, you are far too kind and forgiving.”
“Ah yes, and if I weren’t that way, you’d not love me so much.”
“There are many reasons for which I love you, y/n.”
Your face flushes and your eyes widen, “Again, my name is said so casually and with a statement such as that? Are you using my vulnerable moments against me, Kihyun?”
“Of course not princess, I would never do such a thing. However, I may be selfish with my timing in trying to woo you.”
“Oh is that what you’re doing, my knight?”
He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, “I couldn’t bear to see you crying and so I might have been having a flirt for a moment, to brighten your mood and show you some honesty.”
“Honesty, you say?”
“But of course my princess, you can’t truly think that I don’t mean at least some of the things I say to you. Perhaps, this is a conversation saved for nightfall, when we can truly discuss it without wandering eyes or ears.” He glances passed you to the in-castle gardener, Xiaojun, who had wandered into the hall. His eyes meet Kihyun’s and he quickly scurries away in fear.
“Are you asking to speak to me alone? At night? How unbecoming of a knight.”
“Yes, but the intrigue has stopped the flowing of your tears and dusted your precious face in a wave of soft pink, so really who seems more sordid, my beloved?”
“Oh stop it Kihyun,” you say as you pull your hand from his, “Truthfully, I’ve just had my heart broken, and here you are already trying to play with it again.”
“I don’t believe I am “playing” this time princess. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by now, could I? You look so alluring and regal that I couldn’t possibly keep these flirtatious and honest thoughts to myself.”
You huff and walk into your room and he laughs aloud to himself.
“She seemed a bit genuine in that anger, Kihyun” Hyungwon calls from down the hall.
“Perhaps she was this time,” Kihyun responds, still chuckling, “But I meant what I said.”
“Perhaps that was the problem.” Hyungwon rolls his eyes as Kihyun walks past him and pats him on the shoulder.
It isn’t long before Wonho appears and takes Kihyun’s place in front of your chamber doors.
– –
When night falls, Kihyun returns to your chamber doors. His normally heavy hand falls a bit softer upon the wood, as Wonho’s eyes fall anywhere that isn’t on his shorter superior.
A soft, “You may enter,” is barely heard through the thick of the door, but Kihyun’s trained ears could pick up on a skip of your heartbeat in the middle of the packed ballroom, so the call instantly has him opening your door and slipping in.
Outside the door, Hyungwon and Wonho share knowing looks from down the hall, but inside the room, your maid is excusing herself through a side door and you are standing to face your knight.
It takes everything within him not to let his eyes fall upon your nightgown-clad body, but even though his gaze never leaves your own you find yourself blushing softly, “What is a knight of your rank doing in my bed chambers at such an hour?” Your voice is playful but sad with softness.
A gentle smile tugged at his lips, “Really shouldn’t I be asking you, what someone of your stature is doing letting a knight of my rank enter your bed chambers during the night?”
“Perhaps we are both guilty of inappropriate actions then,” you respond quickly.
Kihyun doesn’t respond, for too long you stand and stare at one another before he approaches you, “Please know that all the actions I make from this moment on are meant in truth and fueled by a desperate longing that I have been unable to rid myself of for quite some time.”
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before you can speak the knight is taking your hand and kneeling before you. His eyes hold a scorching truth within their burning gaze as he begins speaking.
“Princess y/n, of Rosaria, I have watched over you for so many years that I find it hard to recall a time that we weren’t side-by-side. You are the very reason for each breath that I take. You are the reason I wake in the morning. You are the reason I have continued to work diligently, you are the night, the day, the stars, the sky, the moon, and the sun. You are the object of all of my desires. It is because of this that I have asked your father’s permission to court you. Should you allow me your hand, I promise to hold it for every moment in which I am alive, and should you allow me your love, I would be the happiest man to have ever been graced with existence.”
You stare at him with wide eyes, but his gaze never falters.
“Sir Kihyun, I-”
“If you need time to think it through, I understand, for even you contemplating the premise seems like far more than I am worthy of, your majesty.”
The silence stretches between the two of you, but he does not let go of your hand, nor does he let his eyes fall from yours. Just as he is about to speak once more, you cut him off. Your posture shifted taller, regality boiling and dripping from your words, “I need not think upon it any further than I just have. Sir Kihyun, not only do I accept your courtesanship, I will meet with my father for discussion upon cutting the time period in half.”
Now it is Kihyun’s turn to be stunned, his eyes widen to match how yours had been just moments before, “P-princess-”
“Should you have truly meant what you said, then I wouldn’t want to keep this passion of yours festering for any longer than I already have. Perhaps it was cruel of me to not notice your feelings earlier.”
At this Kihyun laughs. The knight rises back to his feet, pulling you into him. He pats your head as it rests on his chest, “You are unlike any woman I have ever met princess, truly, must you always keep me on my toes? What am I to do with you and your rash thinking? Your father will have both our heads come tomorrow.”
You sniffle a bit, face flushed, heart hammering, the feeling of comfort sinking deeply into your bones, “I just want to make sure you were to make good on your words and I am ill of being alone, my knight.”
He chuckles somewhat dryly, “Silly little princess, you’ve only ever been alone in your mind, and that is the most selfish action you’ve ever taken.”
You look up at him with watery eyes and he smiles at you softly. Your eyes move in tandem, glancing from matching gazes to too-close lips. Without thinking the knight leans down and presses his mouth to yours. An absurd action that you would normally throw a fit about, but instead you push closer to him.
His lips are chapped against yours. His hand cups your head at the nape of your neck, even though the kiss does not deepen. The two of you stay, lips touching, for far longer than a few skips of a heartbeat. Far longer than anyone who is unwed should be doing such a thing.
When Kihyun pulls away it is with obvious strength, his brows furrowing as he takes a deep breath and cups your face in both hands, “My love, it seems as though we have both forgotten who and where we are.”
“Had that statement been true my knight, I think you would have acted with less composure.”
Kihyun smirks, “Just you wait, once we are wed, you are going to think you have married a beast.”
You gasp and smack your knight lightly on the chest, “Kihyun! Don’t say such things.”
He laughs heartily at your embarrassment, “Don’t worry, my empress, the only thing around to hear us are the frogs and cicadas.”
He lets go of your face and takes a step back, bowing to you deeply, “As much as I don’t want to take my leave, the hour only gets later, and you need rest should you really make conversation with your father tomorrow.”
“O-of course, you should rest as well, my knight.” you can’t find his eyes with your own, so you cast your look upon your hands that are now folded properly in front of you.
Kihyun nods and walks to your door, pushing it open just a crack before speaking again, “I cannot wait until I can kiss you like that each night. Until then, I’ll treasure this moment, as well as that cute and, well, submissive look on your face.”
“S-sir Kihyun!” you exclaim in shock.
“Good night my love, dream only of me,” Is all he says as he slips out of your room.
Wonho and Marie try to cast their gazes away from him as if they weren’t just pressed against the thickness of the door eavesdropping.
Hyungwon from down the hall, is not so coy, “Truthfully did you kiss her?”
Kihyun beams at him, “Who’s to say?”
Hyungwon rolls his eyes and scoffs as Kihyun snickers, “Good night to you all, the next time you see me this happy, it’ll be when I am stood waiting for her at the altar.”
Wonho grins, “I look forward to the day sir.”
“If he doesn’t get himself beheaded before then,” Marie mumbles, crossing her arms.
Kihyun beams, all the way back to the barracks.
– –
To say that the conversation with your father went well would be, surprisingly, an understatement. Maybe it was because of the way your smile never seemed to leave your lips or maybe it was because even at that moment, when the both of you were obviously afraid, Kihyun stood diligently by your side, just as he always had.
Though the emperor did not show much approval for Sir Kihyun’s timing initially, it seemed as though you were teeming and bubbling with nothing short of dangerous excitement. When he cast his gaze upon the two of you, it took everything within his power not to allow his gaze to soften and eyes to weep. The two of you draped the emperor in melancholic remembrance, as he looked upon you both only to see your mother and his younger self staring back at him.
“Sir Kihyun,” the king’s voice booms, “You will have 4 weeks' time to prove your undying love for her. Should any mistakes be made, the repercussions will fall unto you, tenfold.”
Kihyun presses a flat palm over his heart and bows deeply, “I understand, your majesty.”
Your father nods, before sending Kihyun on his way, leaving the two of you alone, “Is this really what you want, my darling?”
“Yes, father.” Your certainty falls heavily between the two of you.
“Please do not make this decision in the haste of heartbreak or loneliness. Your well-being and happiness are what is most important in times such as this. Should this man cause harm to you, his position is at stake, and should you allow yourself to be too caught up in this unassuming whirlwind, the kingdom could be at stake in the future. This is a procession that is moving with haste that I didn’t know a calling of marriage, such as this, could have. Should Kihyun have been any other man, I would have had his tongue for even proposing such an idea.” His words were no more than a farce, he was sure you knew that, but rather than draw attention to it if you did, you simply nodded, bowed to him deeply, and excused yourself with a smile still tugging at the corner of your lips.
As soon as you were sure that the door was closed behind you, you let your happiness dance confidently across your face. Only to hear Kihyun chuckle softly.
“My Princess, if I didn’t know any better,” he grabbed your wrist in his hand and began pulling you away from your father’s office, “I’d almost believe you had been granted the one thing you’ve always dreamed of, with a reaction like yours.”
You smile wide and nod firmly, “I am being granted the thing I’ve always dreamt of.”
Sir Kihyun stops and turns to you, brow arched inquisitively, “What do you mean?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I have always dreamt of marriage with someone whom I can trust and share a bond with, and now I’ve been granted the luxury of only having to wait 4 weeks for that dream to be my reality.”
For once Kihyun is at a loss for words, the blush spreading across his face works to mimic the one that is normally fallen upon yours. You grin at him widely, “Now tell me, my knight, whatever is that crimson shade doing dusting your handsome face?”
You do your best to mimic his normally mocking tone and he scoffs. Looking away from you he proceeds to begin walking again, with haste that leaves you lightly jogging to keep up with him, should you not and his grip on your wrist not falter, you’d be face first on the ground.
“There is not even a hint of color on my face, past my skin tone, princess,” he finally responds, the embarrassment evident in his voice. You can’t help but giggle at this new change in his demeanor.
– –
The following days are spent like any other. Training, studying, discussing new foreign policies with your father, sitting in on your sister’s vocal lessons. The only difference is now Kihyun is stood a bit closer to you, his hands often finding ways to brush against your own.
If anyone notices, and you’re sure that they do, they don’t say anything. Apparently, Kihyun’s proposal was only a shock to you, as everyone else has remained unbothered and unphased, the only comments about the blooming love were made in passing and about you. Words of praise about how you had become “even softer and kinder as a princess” and how your “beautiful smile seemed to be worn with more commonality than before.” And though you were not one to be supercilious in any way, you couldn’t help but feel that the statements made were true.
Kihyun made it apparent to you that he was truly in love. Small actions that had been weaved into his everyday mannerisms, as if he had been waiting patiently all this time, for the moment when he could begin treating you this way.
Any moment that he was allowed to stand alone with you, your hand was in his, his lips brushing against your ear as gave hushed whispers tinged with love, promising you the forevers you’d only read of in your books.
Any moment he was not by your side he was working diligently to even further excel in any way he could, working with more assiduity to insure that no one could possibly claim he be fit for any other place than right by your side as he had already been for years. Every day of training was filled with grumbles from the other knights about how your love must only be fueling him with more strength and how unfair it was that he had taken the beloved princess for himself after all this time.
Any time the knights had to watch the two of you spar, the tension filled the grounds. They found you to be winning more often against your soon to be husband, as if the strength you gave him only returned to you 10 fold. Kihyun’s grin was the brightest when your sword was at his throat.
2 weeks passed quickly, time seeming to be propulsed forward with your excitement as it grew each and every day. Your days went from being filled with sparring and educational training to wedding planning.
Your maids kept you swept up in it all, from the food to the flowers your brain was quickly becoming enraptured by the fulfillment of your most lifelong dream.
By week 3, you could barely contain yourself. The invitations were being sent out far and wide, royal messengers arriving each day to announce the attendance of their sovereignty, to what was quickly becoming the most talked about celebrations in all the lands. Even the townsfolk were delivering gifts and well-wishes to their most beloved princess. Excitement bustled through the streets.
Though you allowed Kihyun very little say in the marital preparation, much to his pleasure and peace of mind, he did make sure that your friends whom he’d met on that late night a month or so ago; would be in attendance.
When he told you this, without a thought you hugged him with glee, only to remember yourself moments later– releasing him quickly and straightening yourself, face rosey and smile bright. It was the things like this that made you sure of your choice (as if you’d been having any second thoughts in the first place).
– –
When the wedding day finally arrived, you were swept away by the love being shown to you. All of the people you loved the most in attendance, accompanied by the names and faces of people you’d only known because it was your duty to do so. Your husband stood diligently by your side, a special suit adorning his body, sword still placed upon his hip. You greeted everyone with a blinding brilliance that many couldn’t help but comment on.
The commoners that you called your friends had been garnished in lovely clothing made of fabrics they’d never so much as touched prior to this day. Kihyun had made sure that they would be dressed as such so that they could greet you properly and be seated alongside you during the banquet. Each of them approaches you with love and a new air of dignity. Junhui prided himself on the clothing he’d chosen for them from his father’s shops. You promised them each an explanation of why you had lied about who you were, dated for some time later in the week when the festivities had ended.
A week into your proposal with Kihyun any doubts had fled your mind, but to know he went out of this way for you– working with Wonwoo and Junhui, to find a way to allow those you loved so dearly as family, a way into the ceremony you’d been dreaming of… it all just made you love him even more, a feat you would have thought impossible if the feeling weren’t flooding you in that moment.
The two of you greeted so many guests that you felt your lips may dry and shrivel off your faces, especially Kihyun, who had never been one for overwhelming amounts of interaction like this. His eyes often finding yours in a sort of begging to be set free from the responsibility. It would only make you giggle and give his hand a gentle squeeze, before you were greeting yet another face that would only blur further and further into the night.
It wasn’t until you greeted the last guest, that you felt the ardent flames of attentivity return to Kihyun. It was as if the fire that burned inside of him was set anew as a man only an inch taller than Kihyun himself, approached. It was a face that you didn’t know and one that Kihyun had etched into his memory for this moment alone.
Before you could speak to him, or the man could speak to you, Kihyun’s voice was filling the space. A dark hatred burning in his eyes, his voice curt and null of formalities, “Seungcheol,” Kihyun bowed his head, though his eyes never left the eyes of the man he spoke to, “How honorable of you to find time to attend our nuptials.”
Prince Seungcheol’s eyes flicked to Kihyun, a gaze just as dark and uproarious as his. The prince nodded back, “I could not allow myself to miss seeing the princess as beautiful as this, even if it was not the two of us to be hand in hand.”
Your smile faltered as Seungcheol spoke.
He then took your gloved hand in his own and bowed deeply before you, placing a kiss upon your knuckles, “I’m sure the softness of this silk only mirrors the softness of the skin underneath, Princess,” Kihyun’s body stiffened as Seungcheol spoke, “I apologize that I couldn’t take my rightful place beside you before you were made to,” his eyes flicked to your husband and then once again back to you, “settle.”
Kihyun’s sword was drawn before you could even process the motion or the princes’ words. The tip of the weapon grazing Seungcheol’s neck. The action was accompanied by a mirrored action from the prince’s knight, Sir Jihoon.
“Watch your tongue,” Kihyun spat, coldly.
A smirk on Seungcheol’s face, his lips still pressed to your hand. It was Jihoon who spoke for him, “Watch your weapon.” No emotion was caught in his tone, but his eyes said everything they needed to.
Kihyun and Jihoon exchanged a heated gaze, neither of their weapons faltering.
The large crowd that had been wrapped up in their own conversations and musings, began to fall quiet as eyes began to fall on the scene playing out before them.
You cleared your throat and stood taller, “Both of you brandish your weapons and stop making a fool of me.”
Kihyun didn’t move until Seungcheol stood and nodded at Jihoon, who did as he was told. He then followed in suit. Seungcheol let go of your hand gently and you curtsied to him politely.
“I apologise for the actions of my right hand,” he motioned to Jihoon, who bowed apologetically towards you, “he was only doing as he is trained to do.”
“Your highness, I am honored that you could make it to my wedding,” your tone is curt and no one misses the fact that you do not apologize for the actions of your husband. This makes Kihyun’s heart soar.
“I hope you will stay long enough to celebrate the love being rejoiced in this evening. Please make yourself comfortable and enjoy everything this banquet has to offer! I am honored that you could grace my husband and I, with your presence this time and I hope you’ll find that the festivities are to your liking.”
You beamed as you grabbed the hand of your husband, “If you’ll excuse us, we’ve had quite a long day and would love to partake in the festivities ourselves, with a love such as this, it has been quite hard to contain my excitement. I hope you understand.”
Seungcheol’s smirk wavered for nothing more than a split second, before he bowed once again, “Of course, your majesty, I would hate to keep you away from your festivities.”
“Thank you Prince Seungcheol,” you replied with a lightness to your tone, “And for brevity's sake, I can assure you that I did not settle.”
With that, you curtsied to Sir Jihoon, and drug your husband towards your seats at the head of the room.
Kihyun beamed with pride and great dignity. He helps you to your seat and then takes his place beside you, opting to stand rather than fill the seat placed for him.
You watch as ladies in the room swoon at the action and the lively commotion of the reception continues.
“I apologise for my actions princess, I allowed my emotions to get the better of me,” Kihyun tries to sound shameful, but he can’t stop the upward turn of his lips.
“Though it was a bit embarrassing, I cannot say that it didn’t woo me a bit,” you reply, not meeting his eyes, knowing that his coy and spreading grin would only work your nerves.
Kihyun chuckles, “These must be the privileges that come along with the title of Prince Consort.”
You push air past your lips, “No. These are the privileges that come with being the one I love.”
Before Kihyun can begin to reply, the sound of a horn floods the grand ballroom followed by the clear voice of the castle's speaker “His Majesty enters, Emperor Son Hyunwoo.”
Everyone quickly bows, you and your husband do the same.
The king’s hearty laugh fills the room, “Rise,” he booms, “tonight is a night of celebration and pride, as my eldest daughter and her most trusted knight join one another in matrimony,” your father’s smile is brighter than you’ve seen it in ages, “Everyone drink ‘til your heart's content, eat ‘til your belly is full, and celebrate the love that is in the air. Now-,” he gestures as your younger sister enters the room, “please welcome my youngest who is here to give her own special gift to the couple of the evening.”
The room erupts in applause as your sister beams at you and you return the happiness. Everyone clears the floor as your father takes a seat upon the throne and your sister makes her way to stand beside him. Her beautiful voice echoes through the silence of the hall as Kihyun leads you to the middle of the ballroom floor.
He bows deeply and extends his hand, which you take with ease. You two waltz around the floor with practiced expertise. The warmth of your smiles spreading contagiously around the room. No guest can help the heat in heart as the two of you grin lovingly at one another.
A laugh bubbling out of your throat from time to time at some joke that only the two of you shared.
When your sister’s lovely gift of heavenly vocals stops filling the space, the applause begins again. She rushes down the steps to hug you and congratulate you herself. Even hugging Kihyun as everyone gushes about the closeness of your family both biological and of wedlock. As soon as she comes, she is gone, being whisked away by Duke Wonwoo and trailed dutifully by her knight.
– –
As the night goes on, both you and Kihyun are finally able to leave the party, announcing to everyone to enjoy themselves thoroughly and thanking them again for coming to support the two of you being joined in holy matrimony.
When the two of you reach your chambers, you stop outside the door and make quick work of removing your shoes. Kihyun follows suit, but you pay him no mind, thoughts focused on not tripping over your wedding gown. You hug him and kiss him on the cheek, thanking him for staying by your side and giving you a magical wedding. As you go to pull away he doesn’t let go, instead he quirks a brow and looks at your quickly flustering expression.
“And where, by gods, do you think you’re going?”
It is at this moment you realize he is without shoes too, followed by the seemingly forgotten knowledge that he will not be leaving you tonight. Your face flushes as the cogs in your brain speed up, causing your malfunction. To be wed is to consummate.
“Oh- well, I just, I-” Kihyun leans down kissing the corner of your mouth and then your cheek and then your neck. Nippling playfully, making you gasp in embarrassment.
He smiles against your skin and you push at his broad chest, “K-Kihyun!,” you exclaim, “We are still in the hallway.”
“I apologise,” there is no sincerity.
“It’s just that you seemed in a rush to get rid of me and I was only following your lead of haste,” his voice is light but his eyes don’t seem to match.
“I-” you begin, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. Kihyun laughs before pulling away long enough to push open your chamber door and whisk you inside.
Though he would have had you believe that he would make quick work of you, you find yourself surprised at his slow and reverent restraint. He presses his lips to yours chastly, before turning you around. His nimble fingers come to the tied silk of your wedding gown.
“You’d think Marie and Jade set out to make sure I would never be able to rid you of these garments,” Kihyun’s voice is laced with a simple frustration, not being all that adept at getting women out of their clothing.
You giggle breathily, your heart thrumming as you feel the fabric slowly but surely loosening around you, “You’re doing well my knight, do not fret.”
Kihyun undoes the final bow and his calloused fingers brush against your bare shoulders, as he gently pulls the fabric from your body, “Please, my dearest,” his tone tender and his words breathy, “We’ve just been wed–” The dress pools around your ankles in a pile of expensive silks and lace, Kihyun walks back to your front, fighting to keep his eyes on yours (instead of your now bare breasts). He extends his hand to you, and helps you step from the inside the puddle of fabric, before pulling you into his chest, “I would hope you’d call me your husband…” He brings his lips to your ear and nips at it, making you shiver in his embrace.
“Perhaps even your lover.” He grins at you cheekily as he pulls away from you. Taking the time to gather up your gown and hang it over the shoji screen. For some reason, even this simple task had you swooning. When Kihyun turned back towards you, you couldn’t help but shield yourself, hands coming to cover your breasts from his gaze.
At this he chuckles, but doesn’t say anything, instead he unbuttons and shrugs off his jacket before throwing it over the shoji screen as well. His fine silk undershirt follows and makes home atop the jacket.
“Now it seems we are both left barren,” you avert your eyes, a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your face is alight, and hues of embarrassment only darken as you hear the buckle of your husband's belt unclasping. This he does throw to the floor and he discards his pants haphazardly. “Actually, I believe that now we are more closely related terms.”
Kihyun walks back to you and grabs your face. Your soft jaw cupped by his hardened hands, his eyes burning into yours, “I cannot permit you to look at anything other than me tonight, my dearest. I want to be the only thing you think of, the only thing worthy of your gaze.” He brings one hand to cover yours that still covers you, instead bringing it to his exposed chest. Your breath hitches at even this, but the air completely stops its circulation as he drags your hand down the ripple of his abs. Completely enraptured, you aren’t sure when you begin moving your hand of your own volition. He continues cupping your cheek, his expression one of amusement, as you take your time tracing every scar and hard line of his built physique.
When you finally bring your hand over his heart, he captures it in his again, and gives it a gentle squeeze, making your gaze meet his, “Do you feel how this heart of mine beats for you, my love?” he flattens your hand under his own. Watching you with soft eyes as you nod at him dreamily.
“Will you allow me, dearest, to have my way with you tonight?”
Again you nod, but he continues to stare at you, a burning expectancy engulfing you like flames until you make yourself speak, “Yes, husband, I do.”
The word feels foreign on your tongue but you haven’t much time to roll it around before Kihyun is scooping you up with a small grunt of strength. He bridal carries you to the bed and places you gently upon it.
Scrambling to right yourself, you lean back against your pillows, heart hammering in your chest as you take bated breath after bated breath. Kihyun climbs on to your bed from the end of it. Kneeling, he grabs your ankle and leans down to kiss it. This is the first of many as he kisses up your legs slowly, lovingly. Each press of his lips against your skin sends shivers of electricity through your body. Alternating from one leg to the other, until he has moved up to fully spread your legs, his fingers hooking under the hem of your bloomers, slowly helping to remove them until you were splayed under him, revealed in your entirety.
Kihyun’s chest heaved as his eyes darkened with the blowing of his pupils.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he ogled you unabashedly, “I can’t believe the gods have blessed me in this way.” Tentatively he ran his hands over your soft, supple skin. Fingers trailing over your shoulders and down the swell of your breasts, stopping momentarily to circle your budding nipples. This sensation makes you gasp, and his eyes quickly move to your face, “Sensitive girl.” Kihyun hums, continuing down your chest to your round tummy.
You tense under him as he continues to map out every inch of your plush form, his grip becoming harsh enough to elicit more gasps, before once again becoming gentle.
Every time you twitch or whimper, Kihyun grows harder. He seems to have kept you distracted enough with his intense gaze and roaming hands, that you haven’t noticed. Though he seems in control, he is certainly more nervous than he lets on.
While this is not his very first time, it is significantly more important, more special. And in truth, he has never felt so desperate. His actions aren’t slow because he wants them to be, but rather because they have to be.
“Love, I hope you don’t mind the lewd actions that I will take henceforth,” his voice is strained as he speaks. He backs away and settles into the bed between your thick thighs, his big hands hooking underneath your legs, spreading them. You watch him nervously, incredulously, as he kisses and nips at the tender flesh of your inner thigh. When he begins sucking dark marks onto your supple flesh you whine, hips canting up despite yourself. The feeling foreign. Enticing.
Kihyun smiles against your skin and continues until your thighs are covered in love bites.
Without warning, though you are sure it wouldn’t have helped at all, Kihyun presses his lips to your vulva, planting a kiss on your most intimate area. Your eyes shoot open as you look at him incredulously.
“Wha– What are you doing?!”
Kihyun is smug, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip, “Oh? Is this not something they’ve done in any of those books you’ve read, dearest?”
You shake your head quickly, “No! It is not! I have never-” Your husband cuts you off.
“Well then I will have the utmost pleasure of showing you something new. Something only I can do for you.” Kihyun’s eyes gleam before he leans back into you, dragging his tongue properly through your folds. Lapping at your tight hole as your essences slowly begins spilling out of you.
The noises you make with each drag of his tongue only get louder. You cannot stop them from bubbling out of your throat. Your hands find purchase in your husbands, dark, thick locks. Your blunt nails scratch ever so slightly against his scalp, which only spurs him on more (as if your new and lewd sounds weren’t enough).
“B-by Gods, Kihyun!” you cry out in pleasure, as he pushes his tongue inside of you. The sensation new and exciting and stimulating.
“S’sweet, my love,” Kihyun pants against you, voice muffled, “s’wet too.”
If it weren’t for the way your toes curled and your back arched, you’d be able to see that Kihyun was almost enjoying this more than you were. His eyes glazed over as he devoured you. Your tight, untouched walls fluttered around the intrusion that was his tongue. Each push of it inside of you, each drag of the muscle through your folds, each suction of his lips around your clit had more waves of your sweet arousal dousing his taste buds. He felt like a drunkard chasing the never-ending taste of his favorite liquor. Too enthralled with every single thing about you. Your legs shaking, your hips canting and grinding against his face, your angelic cries.
Kihyun lapped at your wet cunny as if he were starved, tracing his tongue messily over every inch, drool only serving to make you wetter.
“Kihyun,” you cried, “This feeling, I can’t–”
“Let go, my sweet, don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
These words alone seemed to snap the last stick of the dam that was built inside you, as you came on his tongue brazenly. Loud, unceremonious moans, echoing through the room as you shook like a leaf. Kihyun continued to work his tongue through your folds and inside of you, drinking up as much of you as he could before you began pulling away.
When he finally managed to pry himself away, he found himself glad that he did, for the look on your face was almost better than your sweet taste. Your eye-lids sat heavy and low, your brows slightly furrowed, a small line of drool dripped from your parted lips, as you sucked in big deep breaths.
Kihyun drags the back of his hand across his jaw, wiping away some of your slick before moving up and bending over you, bringing his already swollen lips to yours. The kiss is hot and languid, one hand’s fingers come to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him, as the other hand trails back to where his mouth had been moments ago.
You whimper at the taste of yourself on his tongue, at the fire that is reigniting within you. When his fingers drag through your folds, your breath hitches and he pulls away.
“You can’t look at me that way, princess,” Kihyun huffs, blushing, “It is already hard to restrain myself.”
Your parted, wet lips curl into a smile, your hooded gaze meeting his, eyes almost begging him to continue, “I apologise for my inability to mask my anticipation,” your eyes shift with embarrassment, “or my arousal.” Every word is almost whispered and yet each syllable seems to echo through his mind.
“I arouse you, do I?” His tone is playful, “How lucky for me that I am the only one who will ever have the pleasure of doing such.” Kihyun’s fingers circle your clit and he watches in adoration as you mewl and try to grind against nothing, hips searching for more stimulation with each swipe of his lithe digits.
Your hands come to his wrist that is buried between your plush thighs, your eyes water with need, a small and pathetic “please,” tumbling from your lips.
Kihyun couldn’t possibly begin to explain the love that took over his heart or the river of arousal that flooded his veins at just that one syllable, so he doesn’t bother with an explanation at all. Instead his lips meet yours again sloppily, teeth against teeth, unknown where you begin and he ends as he slowly slips a finger into your sopping cunny.
His lips stay on yours as if he’s sucking every sound and breath of air from you that he can. Kihyun’s finger pumps in and out of you at a continuously quickening pace, your gummy walls already squeezing around it. When he presses a second finger inside of you is when he pulls away, a big shining grin on his face as you cry out in pleasure.
“You’re doing so well, taking my fingers like this,” Kihyun coos, “she’s so tight,” his lips meet your ear as he presses a third finger into you, “I know she’ll feel even better wrapped around my cock.”
Your ears are ringing, from his words, from the stretch of his fingers, from the pleasure that ravages your body as he presses his thumb to your clit. A silent scream leaves you as you climax again, creaming around the three fingers he’s shoved inside of you.
Slowly he pulls them out of you and brings them to his lips, tongue wrapping around each, individually, as if he’s savoring the flavor. He never breaks eye contact with you, your glassy eyes watching him as if mystified.
Once he is thoroughly pleased with the cleanliness of his fingers, Kihyun unceremoniously removes his briefs, now fully naked before you. His cock drooped a bit with the weight of his girth, the head of it flushed and leaking a few drops of pre. Without a thought, your tongue licks across your lips, your needy glance once on his eyes, now glued to his dick.
Kihyun brings his hand to stroke himself slowly, and chuckles at the way you swallow thickly. He relishes in the way your eyes seem to follow each lazy drag of his fist, reverently. Just the way you look at him has him twitching against his grasp, small groans pouring out of his throat.
Watching him makes you feel insatiable. Your legs are trembling, your face is covered in drool (whether yours or his is unknown), and your thighs are covered in your own release… and yet, seeing Kihyun bare and hard in front of you, for you, because of you, makes you pulse with need. Never having done something like this makes you feel nervous and the sheer width of his length has you unsure, but your mouth is watering and you can’t stop staring. Each unhurried tug of his cock has you completely enraptured.
“My love,” His voice makes you jump a bit, pulling you from your own mental musings, “you haven’t looked away in quite some time, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were ready to devour me.”
When you look at his face and see his smug expression, you pout, “T-this is all very new to me.”
“And yet when I began stroking myself, you licked your lips like a slut who knew exactly what she wanted.”
Your entire body seemed to set ablaze at these words, brain completely unable to construct any type of reply as Kihyun slotted himself between your legs, “Those books must have more filth in them than I thought, as if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted me to put myself down your throat rather than buried inside of you.”
His ribald comments make you gasp, “K-Kihyun!” your tone shocked and almost chastising, but he only huffs a laugh.
‘You don’t deny the sentiment, though, do you, my sweet?” When you can’t answer him properly, he simpers.
“Next time, okay? Fer now,” Kihyun lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist, as he grabs the base of his thick shaft and lines himself up with your tight hole, “I’m going to properly make you mine, so just relax and feel good for me.”
You grip firmly on his shoulders and take a deep breath as he pushes the fat mushroom tip of his cock past the tight squeeze of your cunt with a small pop. Already he has to grit his teeth, brows scrunching together as he sucks in air sharply. Your back arching off the bed as he slowly sinks further and further into you.
Each inch has you slipping further and further into painful bliss. The burn not subsiding until he pressed fully inside of you, his heavy balls resting firmly against your ass. Both of you panting, each time your pussy flutters around him, his cock jumps and his eyelids clamp shut. Kihyun completely folds over you, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, as he slowly drags his hips back and then bullies himself back into your tight walls, with a firm and deep thrust.
Your nails claw at his back and you arch into him, “S’good f’me, pretty girl, s’so good.” Kihyun all but whimpers against the column of your throat as he continues the slow and steady rock of his hips.
You want to respond to him, but you can’t do anything other than cling to him and you can no longer form any word other than his name. Tears fully trailing down your face as your cunny sucks him in as deeply as possible.
“I love you,” He groans as he snaps his hips into you harshly for the first time. When the tip of his cock presses against the spongy spot inside of you, the sound you let out is completely unruly, but it doesn’t stop him for even a second. The harsh fucking of himself into you only continues as slurred “I love you’s” continue to tumble out of his mouth.
He ruts into you roughly, pathetically, each stroke making you both incompetent. Words blurring together if coming out at all, often replaced by moans and cries of pleasure.
“Dearest, please, tell me– tell me you love me,” Kihyun begs, his lips ghosting over yours, pressing small kisses to the corners of your mouth. He nibbles on your bottom lip as you moan and he bottoms out over and over again.
“Love you s’much m’husband.” The response he begged for came out broken and warbled, your brain going blank as his tip began kissing your cervix over and over again.
“Ahh– fuck– officially, hhh- fully mine,” Kihyun has completely lost himself in the feeling of you, “Lover– you hhh y’have to s-stop, oh fuck, sucking me i-in like that. S’too much, too good.”
His words don’t help at all, instead doing the opposite. You whine and clench around him as you cum again, milking your husband, your angelic moans turn to pleas as he continues to rut into you. Overstimulation wracking through your body quickly. Your hands go from pushing him away to pulling him close as his hips keep up their now vicious rhythm. You can all but feel him in your throat, as he moves your big thighs to his shoulders and properly folds you. Your plush form squishes as he relentlessly ruts into you.
“Mywifemywifemywife,” he declares over and over as he licks at your neck and fucks into you like a beast. You can’t help how it just hurtsogood. The tightening in your tummy returns as Kihyun starts whimpering in between his murmurs of love and praises for how well you take him.
With one finally pump of his cock into your velvety walls, his teeth are clamping down on your neck and you are both cumming. You cry out softly, the adrenaline seeming to completely evaporate as Kihyun shallowly ruts against you in the aftershocks of his own gratification.
Gently he unfurled your body and placed your legs back on the bed, both of you hissing as he pulled out of you.
Your husband plants gentle kisses all over your face and neck as his hands rub lovingly at your soft, pliant, and round body.
“I am going to have someone fetch us some hot water and then we will bathe, okay princess?”
You nod at him smally, eyes already closing in exhaustion. His heart soars.
Kihyun gets off the bed and throws on his slacks, coming back to you to kiss your closed eyes, before heading to your chambers doors in the hopes of finding Marie or Jade who would be able to gather the water for the bath.
He doesn’t have to go far for when he opens your room doors he is met with the vibrantly red faces of both Marie and Wonho, who can’t seem to meet his eyes.
“Oh!..?” Kihyun remarks startled and confused, but his expression quickly settles into a cocky and knowing leer.
“Well, if you two are quite done being perverts,” Kihyun chortles and Wonho looks as if he wants to evaporate while Marie’s expression becomes one of indignance, “My wife and I are kindly requesting bathing water and perhaps a small snack.”
“Making a woman out of our lady but calling us perverts,” Marie huffs and turns on her heels, “Just get back in the room, I will gather what you’ve asked for.” her hands waving dismissively as she stomps off, quite obviously still flustered.
Wonho clears his throat, his eyes still not meeting Kihyun’s, “Uhm,” his hand comes to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly, “Congratulations, sir.”
Kihyun is all but glowing, “Tonight I have truly become the luckiest man in the world.” Is his response as he disappears back into your room.
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Not long later, the two of you are pressed together in your large tub, your back to his chest, as the steaming water soothes your muscles. Kihyun pressing you closer to his body, his arms wrapping around your squishy midsection as he places a loving kiss on your temple.
“This is better than I ever dreamt it could possibly be,” he whispers into the comfort of your shared silence, “I’d spent so long preparing myself for having to watch you love another, that I never prepared myself for the possibility of you loving me. Thank you, y/n, for allowing me to have all of you in this way… For allowing me your heart. I promise to protect it, protect you, with all that I am.”
