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covert - yoo kihyun
pairing: tech specialist kihyun + tech specialist female reader
genre: fluff, spy, secret operations, gambler au
word count: 3k+
warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, mentions of creepy men, guns.
summary: you two are about to get caught in the middle of an operation, so kihyun decides to pull a little stunt that has you reeling.
rating: 15+
author’s note: this is something that i’ve wanted to write ever since the gambler mv came out! it’s the aesthetic u know... so i decided to write something based on kiki’s roles in the mv. i hope u like it <3
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[library] [monsta x library]
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“Is it clear, Ki?” you ask quietly, pressing your back against the wall, wincing slightly at the cold concrete biting against your exposed skin. You really should’ve worn a more conservative dress; the extra fabric would have been much more useful in disguising extra tech and weaponry. But no, Minhyuk insisted on a silky backless number in red; your target’s favourite colour on a woman according to the intelligence collected by Hyungwon.
You wanted to scoff at your target’s interests. How original.
According to the group meeting hours before, Hyunwoo made it abundantly clear that capturing your target’s attention was of the highest degree is of importance tonight, as your target must be distracted to ensure the success of this operation. It was imperative that he is not present for the auction.
And the success of your first task was definitely achieved, as your target is currently situated in a hotel room numbered 489, waiting for you to join him for a quote on quote, night of fun. You shudder at the memory of your target smiling at you creepily from across the dining hall, lecherous eyes following wherever you went. The mere notion of anything happening with that repulsive man makes you want to gag, bones shivering at the idea of someone like that laying a single finger on your body.
The only man that you would even consider divulging such privileges to would be no other than-
“Ki? Yoo Kihyun? Hello? Give me an update,” you whisper impatiently, your voice echoing into his earpiece. He doesn’t respond as fast as you would like, causing you to sigh in dissatisfaction at how distracted and out-of-the-loop that he’s seemed for the mission so far. Kihyun normally isn’t like this. Perhaps, you should buy him a drink after this operation.
However, you don’t mention anything as Kihyun finally gives you a clear nod for you to begin. Satisfied with the confirmation, you lift the hem of your dress in a single, swift motion, removing the tools and gadgets that you’ve fastened to your legs before the operation. Working quickly, you attach the gadget to the main circuit board while alternating tools in your hands, eyes narrowing in intense concentration.
Steadying your breathing, you nearly complete your task without a hitch. That is, until a stray security guard begins wandering closer and closer to your vicinity. You don’t see him but you’re able to hear him, drunkenly babbling phrases of absolute nonsense and bumping into all the equipment on the other side clumsily. You’re caught off guard; no one is supposed to be in this room with you two. Hopefully, Kihyun can take care of this little complication without your help because you’re way too busy to be preoccupied with anything else but your current task.
Suddenly, the room becomes silent once again, causing you to believe that Kihyun has succeeded in neutralizing the drunk security guard. That’s your thinking until you hear him spit out in a hushed manner, “I thought that you handled security, Minhyuk!”
His irritated voice makes you jump slightly, echoing in your earpiece as your fingers fiddle with the coloured wires. You try to ignore the commotion to the best of your ability, but Minhyuk’s voice manages to reach your earpiece as well, “I thought that I handled it too!”
Minhyuk sounds equally as frustrated, slight panic overtaking his composure as he continues, “Just take care of it!”
“I’m trying, but he’s moving around too much!” Kihyun exclaims in a quiet voice, the aim of his tranquilizer gun wandering and unfocused. He tries leaning against the columns perpendicular to you, taking aim between the gaps of equipment, but he’s unable to get a clear shot.
Biting your bottom lip, you attempt to remain as calm as possible, remembering that Kihyun has gotten you both out of situations like this while working. Keeping that in mind, you finish your task, successfully installing it. Unfortunately, you still have a couple of tools in your hand. Cursing, you realize that your dress doesn’t have pockets, scratching out your plan to shove the tools into some fabric to conceal them.
The drunken voice is getting louder and louder with each passing second, and you’re beginning to shake. This cannot be happening. Even if you wanted to take him out, leaving an unconscious body behind would raise alarms in the building, no matter how inebriated the guard may seem. It would greatly jeopardize the operation. Looking around to the exits, your eyes dart around to assess the space. You chew on the inside of your cheek, displeased that door is much too far away for you two to make it there without getting caught.
And based on the volume of the guard’s clicking footsteps, caught is exactly how you’ll find yourselves if you don’t think of anything to do. You’re staring at Kihyun beside you, eyes intense with panic and hands moving in a quizzical gesture, attempting to wordlessly communicate the level of stress that you’re experiencing at the moment. Similarly, Kihyun is deep in thought, brows furrowing as he chews at his bottom lip. His brain is probably running a million miles a minute, scanning through all the possible actions to get you two out of this predicament.
Then, he gets that little glint in his eyes, a look that he always has when he thinks of a new idea or a fresh strategy. Strangely enough, the sight of it calms your racing heart; it means that he has a plan.
Kihyun grasps at your wrist, pulling you towards him with a swift tug. He’s so quick that you’re unable to keep up, recoiling in genuine confusion. Confusion continues when his head dips downward, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath fanning the skin just underneath.
“I apologize in advance,” he whispers lowly.
You don’t even have a chance to request a reason for his apology, because, in a blink of an eye, Kihyun is wrapping his arm around the curve of your hips, pulling you in for a kiss that has you gasping for breath.
Describing your current state as surprised would be an understatement because Kihyun is kissing you like his life depends on it, lips moving in such an impassioned manner that you can’t help but surrender yourself to the feeling, squeezing your eyes shut when his palm traces the line of your jaw.
So, this is his strategy, you realize when Kihyun pushes you against a piece of equipment, covering the gadget that you installed with your bodies. Your eyes snap open when you feel his fingers move up to the side of your face, grasping at your earpiece before pulling it out. Sliding his hand back down, he easily places it into his pocket with finesse, resuming the little make-out session like nothing is out of the ordinary. You believe that he’s using this opportunity to distract the security guard with a situation that’s deeply uncomfortable; walking into two people going at it.
Alright. Perhaps, it’s Kihyun’s unbridled confidence that’s egging you on, fueling that competitive fire inside you. He wants to put on a show? You’ll give him a show.
You shoot your hands out to reach for his hips, roaming the waistband of his slacks until you feel belt loops against your fingers. Wasting no time, you hook your fingers into the fabric, slotting your thigh in between his legs before tugging his body forward. You can tell that he’s caught off guard by that, gasping against your lips as his body stiffens upon contact. Taking his state of surprise as an opportunity, you press your thigh up against his crotch, parting his lips with your tongue before purposefully moaning into his mouth.
You’re not sure if he’s faking it, but Kihyun responds with a deep, strangled groan that has you shuddering, satisfying a part of yourself that you didn’t even know about. He’s making noises that you’ve only dreamt of hearing in your most explicit of dreams, lighting your heart aflame with need. It has you craving more, but Kihyun decides to pull away from your lips, disappointing you.
The guard must be gone, you think, just noticing how silent the room has become. You peek your head over his shoulder to avoid his gaze, unsure if you’re able to handle looking at him in the eye right now; not after making out in such a shameless fashion after you’ve been attracted to him for so long.
To your bewilderment, however, the guard isn’t gone. Rather, it’s the complete opposite, the person in question standing a couple of metres in front of you two, eyes wide and mouth gaping open at what they’re stumbling upon. You’re praying that the lighting is dim enough and that they have poor eyesight because you probably look like a deer in headlights.
“Ki…” you start, nudging Kihyun away in preparation for some sort of confrontation, believing that your little ruse has failed. That is, until he keeps his grip strong and firm, tucking his head underneath your chin to trace the line of your neck with the flat of his tongue. Eyes fluttering closed once again, your mind returns to Kihyun and nothing else, disregarding the point of the mission entirely.
What are you two even here for again? You wouldn’t be able to tell at this point because he’s starting to pepper kisses all over your sensitive spots, causing your mind to become hazy; your breathing to become laboured. Once he reaches an area that has you writhing against him, he unwraps his arm from your waist and migrates his hands to your hipbones, latches his lips to that same area, and gives it a harsh suck, forcing his thigh between your legs as his pushes your back into the equipment behind you.
If he wants you to moan for him, he’s definitely succeeding, because you’re barely registering how loud you’re gasping out, forgetting that there’s a possibility that Minhyuk might overhear. Your ears manage to catch the guard muttering fuckin’ kids under his breath before moving on, but you disregard it almost immediately. You should really be paying attention on the job but God, you couldn’t care less, not when Kihyun is doing that with his mouth, scattering marks across your skin and kissing you like he’s desperate for you to stay in his arms for the rest of his life.
You would gladly accept that idea but you should ask yourself if this is even real. But there’s no way that he can make you feel like this without being a hundred percent serious, right? You’ve had an interest in plenty of people but none of them ever made you feel like your heart was going to burst out of your chest from a mere makeout session.
“Ki…” you gasp out, clutching at the lapel of his blazer as you break the kiss, lungs burning for oxygen, “I… Mmph-”
Kihyun doesn’t give you a chance to talk, slamming his lips against yours once again. It’s starting to seem like he’s wholly preoccupied with making you lose it, your mind quickly becoming addicted to the pressure of his hands caressing the lines of your body through the silk of your dress.
But in the midst of it, you know that you need to stop this. Blackout procedures are timed and you have to get out of here before that happens. As if he can read your mind, Kihyun pulls away from your lips, panting heavily. You’re no better, tipping your head backward to rest against the cold metal of the equipment, only just taking note of how close Kihyun really is.
He’s pressed right up against you, so much so that you can feel the lines of his chest against your body, hips fitting together with his thigh between your legs. Peering into his eyes nervously, your breath catches in your throat, taken aback by how dazed he looks, pupils dilated and expression hazy. You have so many questions running through your brain that it feels like an eternity before you feel like you should say something, words beginning to leave your lips to break the silence.
You see Kihyun going in for another kiss but you halt his movements, cocking your head backward as you press your fingers against his lips.
“We need to go,” you whisper, noticing how hoarse your voice sounds.
“Huh?” Kihyun makes a noise in question, recoiling.
“The timer,” you stop, gulping for breath, “Gotta go before time’s up.”
It takes a second for Kihyun to collect his thoughts, but when he does, his eyes snap open, withdrawing from your body so quickly that you’re having doubts about what just transpired. Does he regret what he just did? The feeling of dread is starting to permeate into the forefront of your mind, even as you both successfully evacuate the premises.
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The car ride back to headquarters is unsettlingly quiet. The uncomfortable silence is seemingly neverending, causing you to fiddle with the fabric of your dress to distract yourself. When Kihyun finally drives into the underground garage to park, the silence continues until he chooses to speak first.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I got carried away and it made you uncomfortable. I’ll request Hyunwoo for you to get reassigned,” he says, giving you a single nod before reaching for the handle of the car door.
“Wait,” you try to stop him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist gingerly. You don’t pull or tug; Kihyun halts his movements out of his own volition, turning around with his left hand remaining on the handle of the car door.
Should you say something? you ask yourself, chewing at the inside of your left cheek. Even if you wanted to say something, nothing is translating into actual words. You should’ve planned something in advance before telling him to stop.
Ignoring your own thoughts, you decide to speak anyway. At least you’re trying to, but whatever you want to tell him gets stuck in your throat once Kihyun’s eyes lock with your own. He’s focused but there’s something else in the way that he’s staring at you; focused and heated; confused, yet hopeful. You might not be able to put your finger on it, but you’re able to tell that he’s probably feeling just as turbulent as you. His nose gets all scrunchy and his eyebrows always take on a slight furrow when he gets into his head for too long. It’s making you realize that you shouldn’t say anything at all.
Fuck it.
This time, you act first by closing the distance, swooping in to continue your business that was rudely interrupted by work. It takes him aback, his shoulders scrunching up as he flinches in surprise. Although, that doesn’t last long because before you know it, his palm reaches out to cup at your cheek softly, coaxing your lips to part with a swipe of his tongue, deepening the kiss.
Before, Kihyun was frantic, lips and hands moving roughly when he pushed your back into the cold metal. Although it was under the guise of a ruse, he had you practically burning with need anyway; his touch lighting you aflame with every single brush of his palms against your body. Presently, the same passion is there, but somehow, he’s gentler this time around, achingly tender and affectionate as his palm moves from your cheek to the back of your neck, pushing your lips harder against his. As cliché as it sounds, he has your stomach flipping and your heart fluttering at something as simple as a kiss.
Much too soon for your liking, he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as his fingers splay out on the side of your neck, fingers brushing at the strands of hair that managed to escape your previously neat updo.
“I like you,” you whisper against his lips, peering into his eyes shyly.
Kihyun hums in response before smirking, “You don’t say.”
Feigning annoyance at his characteristically cocky comment, you retract from his touch, snapping your head to the side while pouting, “Okay, I don’t like you anymore.”
“Wait, I’m joking, I’m joking,” he laughs, placing his palm on your jaw. The pressure causes you to tilt your head towards his face, but your gaze remains downward out of pettiness. As if he requesting your forgiveness, he cants your head upward with a gentle nudge of your chin with his knuckle, causing you to lock eyes with his. Your breath hitches when Kihyun presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, and the sweet gesture makes you forget why you were petty in the first place.
He really is handsome, you smile to yourself, unsure in the moment as to why it took so long for you to confess. Then, the reason comes flying back to you when a knock on the car window shocks you out of your daze.
Work.
You completely forgot that Minhyuk was part of this mission as well.
And judging by the look on Kihyun’s face, he forgot as well. Embarrassed that Minhyuk caught you two in the middle of a tender moment, he hides his face into your neck cutely, tucking himself underneath your chin. You giggle at this, Minhyuk also taking pleasure at Kihyun’s uncharacteristically bashful state.
But when Minhyuk starts talking, you frown, cocking your head to the side in confusion. Everything he’s saying is muffled, so you try to wordlessly gesture that you’re unable to hear him. Similarly, Minhyuk does the same by pointing upwards, mouthing what looks to be the word meeting with his lips.
“We have to go to a meeting,” Kihyun tells you after he turns toward the car window, but you shake your head.
“Let’s stay here for a little longer,” you say, kicking off your heels and shoving his seat backward, lifting your legs over the center console before curling into his lap. Minhyuk looks like he wants to gag but you pay him no attention, focusing on the sound of Kihyun’s steady breathing and heartbeat instead.
“Who knew that you’d be so clingy,” Kihyun whispers, teasing you.
“Do you want me to leave?” you retort sassily with a raise of your eyebrow, but he knows that you’re not being serious.
“Never,” he responds resolutely, kissing the crown of your head softly before wrapping his arms around your waist.
Work can wait, for now.
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USRS 4 “YKH / KIH / YOOKI” ︵ rq by @luvskih
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Yoo kihyun can literally STEP ON ME.... like pls sir.... he killed it tonight at the concert with a FRACTURED RIB!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I still can’t believe 1. he told minhyuk to not make him laugh cuz it hurts 2. He got up and performed Oh My
Changkyun: Kihyun hyung, in your professional opinion, how would I die?
Kihyun: Murder. Gangland style execution. We never find your head.
Hyungwon: That’s a shame.
Jooheon: *Silently raises finger in question*
Kihyun: You slip in a tub.
embers. | wong yukhei
When they had first met, a light had switched on inside Yukhei, illuminating his very soul.
Only he could feel the fluttering inside of him, but he was sure everyone knew his life had gotten infinitely better.
No one complained, loving how his smile was ever present.
Guilt washed over him whenever he missed a date, a birthday, a simple catch-up.
Yet they never complained to him, greeting him with a precious smile and warm embrace.
Until minutes of unread answers turned to hours, to days.
Kind, comforting messages dwindled down to sparse texts on both ends.
How had a magnificent firework diminished to a meager ember?
Every obstacle they triumphed wasn't another trophy to be displayed but another inch dug in his own misery.
In the end, he could do nothing but let the rain mirror the tears that had long dried up, wondering where he had gone wrong.
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i rlly don't know where i was going w/ this lmao. what member should i do next? (stray kids or nct) 👀 (think of these as small build-ups to the nct series) thank you for reading!
Sugar Sweet | 1 | (M) [Discontinued]
word count: 8.9k (seriously, what a mouthful)
genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun
pairing: reader/kihyun
summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.
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“C’mon Y/N, just give him a chance!” Your friend, Changkyun whined. He was trying to set you up on yet another date for the umpteenth time in the last month. He was so sure you ‘needed to get laid’ even though you told him you were doing just fine.
“You act like I’m trying to find your one true love. I’m just looking out for you and your eventless sex life. You should be thanking me. I’m truly the bestest friend one could have.”
“Oh yeah Changkyun, you’re absolutely a godsend.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes for effect.
Changkyun wasn’t really far off, you did need some relief but Changkyun’s friends never worked out for you. There was Jeonghan, who was beyond attractive but clearly had his own problems with his so called “friend” who you’re pretty sure was his on-again-off-again boyfriend. Then he had introduced you to Jinyoung. He was hot and cute and definitely something you could work with, but in the end he just didn’t seem interested in you.
After a few more guys and one girl that Changkyun begged for you to give a chance, you decided his blind dates were hopeless.
“Alright, alright. How about this: Jihoon is throwing a party tonight. You come with me as my plus one, you’re welcome by the way, and see if you meet anybody there that’ll take you home and fuck your brains out.”
“Okay 1. Ew. 2. No thanks asshat and 3. Ew.” Sometimes you guys were just too close as friends. His offer was pretty tempting though, it at least gave you the freedom to pick the guy. Plus if it all goes to shit, you could always enjoy the free booze and distraction from your school work.
Changkyun snapped in front of your face, shouting ‘Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N!’ until you finally came back to him. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer to his invitation.
“Fine, I’ll go, but not for you.” Changkyun fist-bumped the air and hugged you, you took the opportunity to snake your hands down and grab a solid handful of his plump rear. He yelped and pulled back, rubbing at his violated cheeks.
You chuckled mischievously, “That’s for the trouble you’ve been causing me, punk.” He shook his head at you and told you the time for the party tonight. He was having one of his friends come pick him up so you’d be riding with him. Not that it was a big deal or anything, you loved Hyunwoo. He was a huge sweetheart and not hard on the eyes either. You’d be a liar if you said you’ve never fantasized about him all sweaty and out of breath from dance practice before.
The party was due to start in an hour so you hopped in for a quick shower and made sure to cover all the bases. The last thing you wanted was to finally have some babe in your bed only for him to find you in a less than clean state.
As for your outfit, you settled for an easy going dress, it was light and flowy but still hugged your body nicely enough that it’d catch some potential eyes. You paired it with some cuffed boots and a small necklace that lied right above your breasts, a subtle way to accentuate those important features of yours.
“Y/N! Hyunwoo is here! I’m sure you look smoking and everyone there will want to bang you!” Changkyun yelled from the living room as you did some last minute touches to your makeup.
“Hey stupid, did you want the entire building to hear you?” You fired back, ashamed at your roommate/best friend’s serious lack of filter. You came face to face in the living room with Hyunwoo, keys dangling from his fingers as he looked at you in disbelief.
“Wow Y/N, you look fantastic.” He told you, sweet smile in place like always.
“Hey Hyunwoo, if you’re not doing anything tonight, maybe you can do Y/N?” Changkyun wiggled his eyebrows and did a few crude gestures that had you cringing and tossing a pen from your kitchen counter at him. Hyunwoo laughed it off, and you silently thanked him for at least knowing Changkyun well enough that his sense of humor didn’t make him uncomfortable.
You grabbed a jacket off the rack near the door and followed the two boys out, making sure to lock your door before leaving. You really hoped you’d be making use of your keys tonight for something more than just coming home to your hands, all by yourself.
The party was in full swing when you arrived. It surprised you, seeing as you had arrived only a few minutes after it was due to start. Music was playing from speakers in the main room and people were littered all around the house. Jihoon shared the house with a few other students at the college you attended, deciding to just share rent instead of taking up a dorm or an apartment like you and Changkyun had done.
You accidentally bumped into a tall guy with a red cup in his hands, he turned to face you with a smile that made your legs melt. You wondered if he was someone you could seduce into your bed before another girl came up and wrapped her arms around him, guiding him back to a group of friends. You grumbled about losing some prime company for the night before your attention was brought back to your friends.
Jooheon was greeting you, along with Hyungwon. You knew them pretty well as they were close friends with Changkyun and constantly were over at the apartment. Hyungwon gave you a long hug, noticeably holding you a little tighter than usual. When you pulled away, you turned your head to find Jooheon’s eyes glued to your body. You brought your hands around yourself, feeling like you were a bug under a microscope. A dull thud registered in the background before you saw Jooheon cradling the back of his head, Changkyun having knocking him in the head for ogling you so boldly before even giving you a proper hug.
Jooheon apologized and hugged you, wasting no time after releasing you on getting a good look at you. He let out a low whistle that barely made it over the sound of the music before speaking, “Damn Y/N, you’re seriously gonna be breaking some hearts tonight.” You smiled at his comment, feeling much more confident in your ability to get a man tonight.
After a few more words were passed around with the guys, you figured it was about time for you to start flirting. You excused yourself and walked to the kitchen, finding all kinds of alcohol in a variety of assortments. As soon as you spotted some of your favorite bottles, you began to mix together something that you knew would help easer your nerves.
A few others were already in there, some you recognized as friends of friends or just familiar faces from campus. A couple were mashing mouths too close to you so you ducked out of the room as soon as you had your drink to your liking.
You made eye contact with Kim Namjoon, a music major who happened to share an elective class with you. He was always sweet on you and had the cutest dimples on campus. Maybe he could come home with you?
As you tried to sip your drink as flirtatiously as you thought you could, you felt a presence behind you. You ignored the burning feeling on your back and continued to make bedroom eyes at the tall male, his smirk telling you that whatever sexual energy you were channeling in the moment was working. You silently rooted for yourself as you managed to successfully flirt with Namjoon.
Just as you were about to walk over to him and suggest he take this somewhere else, you heard a throat clear behind you.
You turn your body to face the source of the sound and were met head on with a pretty boy with pastel pink hair. He had a face that looked like it was carved from marble and lips so pink you could mistake them for rose petals. He’d be even prettier if he didn’t have such an ugly expression on his face.
“Excuse me, I’d like to actually pass. Could you maybe find somewhere else to tell that dude you’d like to suck his dick? Thanks.” He bit, the sharpness of the words taking you by surprise. Such a nice face and yet such a petty attitude.
You scoffed at him, facing him head on now, “I was not telling him that. I was clearly just enjoying my drink and minding my own business, thank you very much.” If he was gonna act like this, you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Maybe you should use your big boy words and say something more politely next time.”
He looked you up and down, ending his gaze with a disgusted sneer. He snorted and pushed past you, muttering something about having plenty of big boy in him that you’d probably like to see.
How dare he?
Here you were, one lone person in a big house filled with people, plenty of which who were doing much worse things than yourself, and he had the audacity to give you shit? You weren’t even doing anything but standing and drinking!
You shook yourself out of the anger that the boy bubbled out of you to look back up at Namjoon, his attention now caught by some thin girl with an almost see-through dress. You couldn’t believe that ass made you lose a perfect candidate to help you see God tonight. You threw back your cup and drank the remaining liquid that sloshed about in one go, hoping that after you fill up your cup you’d find someone else.
You strode back to the kitchen in anger, nearly stomping your way over but deciding to keep a cool façade in case someone had been eyeing you from afar. You chose a fruitier concoction this time when you mixed your drinks, blending away to make a tart and tasteful drink. After all, you were hoping someone else would be tasting it off your tongue before the night was over.
In the kitchen, the area had seemed to have clear out some. The couple that was there before was no longer dry humping against the counter and some of the younger guys you were shying away from had left, most likely chasing after some girl with a short skirt.
You sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, peering past the threshold to survey the party. From where you stood, you could see into the living room. You saw Namjoon being clearly led away by the skinny girl and you took a large swig of your drink in resentment. You tore your eyes away and lookd around some more, not noticing someone sneaking up to your side until you felt their hot breath as they whispered in your ear.
“Hey there, need some company?” A soothing voice trailed along your ear lobe, making the hairs on the end of your neck stand up. You turned your head to meet dark and beautiful eyes, such a deep brown that they looked like inky black swimming pools. You were instantly attracted.
His name was Taeyong, he seemed to ooze confidence though you could tell he was still a gentleman by the way he’d let you speak often and always kept his hands at bay. You boldly reached over and took his hand, wrapping it around your own waist until he got the hint and held on. You smiled sweetly as you took another sip of your drink, the sugar sweet taste flooded your senses and suddenly you felt more confident than before.
“This drink is good, did you want to taste some?” You asked, your voice dripping in pure want. Taeyong looked at your eyes then down at your lips and back up, a small nod telling you yes. You had rendered him speechless already. You took a step forward and sealed you lips over his own, feeling like you were kissing plush velvet.
He opened his mouth and darted his tongue out, tasting your mouth and testing the waters. After a few experimental licks, you pushed forward and began to bring your tongue into play. His mouth tasted warm and silky, a deep flavor of whiskey and maybe soda that combatted your own sugary taste.
You moaned lightly, feeling Taeyong’s hands sneak down lower on your waist, grabbing the flesh at your hips. His thumbs mindlessly stroked over the fabric of your dress and you gripped onto his jacket to deepen the kiss.
It was getting good, you had him eating out the palm of your hand. You were just about to pull away and whisper for him to take you home when a voice interrupted your thoughts and heated make out session.
“Excuse me, I want to get past you and your horny friend here so could you move?”
Your head dropped forward at the dulcet voice and you silently cursed whoever was deciding to fuck up your chances of getting laid tonight.
You heard Taeyong apologizing profusely, the gentleman in him releasing his grip on you and turning to make way for the intruder. You turned as well and met eyes with the same pretty boy with a sharp attitude.
You sneered at him, already forming ways of murdering him and places to dump the body. Taeyong pulled out his phone from next to you and realized the time.
“Oh crap, listen, I’m really sorry about this but I have to get home in like 15 minutes because I have this really big test in the morning and—“
You waved your hand at him, telling him you didn’t need to hear anymore. You smiled and exchanged numbers. He gave you a small peck on the cheek before saying goodbye. A true gentleman, you wondered what he was like in bed.
The boy who interrupted you scoffed and you turned to glare at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“God, first he’s rubbing all on you and suddenly he’s kissing you on the cheek? Pussy.” He took a drink from his cup and you took it as an opportunity to grill him on his behavior towards you tonight.
“Seriously? He has a little something called ‘manners’ maybe you should look them up sometime. And what even is your problem? There’s all kinds of other people and things happening here and you choose me to pick on? What did I even do to you?” You tried to keep your voice level but the sexual frustration that had been bubbling up was finally at its peak and you’d had enough.
The pink haired guy chuckles and shook his head, as if the answer was clear but you still were in the dark.
“You know, your tits look really great when you cross your arms like that.” He boldly stated, making your head snap down to look at your chest. Your arms had been just underneath them, making it look like they were fuller and bouncier. Your face turned red and you were about to tear him a new one when he lunged forward and took your chin into your hands.
He looked deep into your eyes before nearly whispering, “You seem to really want something if you keep approaching all these guys. You’re so damn stupid though that you don’t realize what’s right in front of your eyes.”
You couldn’t find your voice, your legs slightly trembling at the closeness of the situation. You felt arousal stirring in your underwear but didn’t want to give this douche the benefit of knowing that. You took every ounce of self-control you had in your body and pushed him away, giving him a good sneer.
“You wish buddy. I’ve been ignoring you on purpose. As if I’d want your baby dick anywhere near me.” You spit, remembering that this was the same dude who gave you shit for actually having decent fun at a party. You expected him to fight back, or at the very least be surprised at your words but instead he just stood proud and smirked.
“What makes you so sure it’s small?” You couldn’t believe it. How cocky could one guy be? “Wouldn’t you like to have a look for yourself?”
You wanted to say no.
You really wanted to say no.
But it was a tempting offer, some angry sex that’d satisfy your growing libido and it’d get this dude to finally shut up for once. You were weighing out your options when he began to walk past you.
“Kihyun.”
“I’m sorry?” You asked, wondering what he had said as he passed you.
“That’s my name. Make sure to remember it, you’ll be screaming it later on tonight. I’ll be outside, hurry up before it starts to get too cold.”
You swore you were going to smack him over the head before the end of the night. But he did have a certain sex appeal that you couldn’t deny. You made your way over to Changkyun once Kihyun had left the kitchen, interrupting his drunken conversation with a girl square on his lap.
“Hey, I found someone. I’ll text you with the all clear, okay?” Changkyun smirked and gave you two thumbs up, making the girl on his lap slip off due to his grip no longer being present on her waist. She let out a few choice words to him and you walked away as you heard him say in what you’ve dubbed as his ‘sexy deep porno voice’ baby I’m sorry, lemme kiss it better for you.
You wished you had that effect on the opposite sex.
You grabbed your jacket off the couch you had originally threw it down on (after wrestling it out from underneath a pair of freshman who were deep in a what looked to be a competition as to who could swallow who’s tongue faster) and continued out the door. You hadn’t even said hello to Jihoon the entire night but you’d text him later to say thank you for the party. Right now, there were more pressing matters at hand.
You found Kihyun outside, leaning against a small dark car. You thought it looked like a luxury vehicle but couldn’t really tell in the darkness that blanketed outside.
“Took you long enough, I was about to leave without you.” He smirked as you came closer.
You snorted, “And then what? A repeat of what happens every night? Where you get more acquainted with your hand and a bottle of lotion?”
“Lotion sucks ass for that stuff, you gotta use some high quality lube to get anywhere.”
“You would know that.”
He laughed, and you suddenly noticed how handsome he really was. All shitty personality put aside, he was glowing with natural beauty. His cheekbones were high and he had a few freckles and moles smattered around his face that really accentuated his skin. Which was also flawless. You half-considered asking him about his facial routine because you wanted skin that pure and pretty. But the last thing you wanted to do was stroke his ego any more than the fact you’d be leaving with him.
“Enjoying the view?” He said as he caught you ogling him. You quickly shook your head and walked around his car to the passenger side.
He unlocked the doors and you two stepped before you stopped and realized something. “How much have you had to drink?” The last thing you wanted was to be found dead on the side of the road with this asshole behind the wheel and your underwear wet from arousal.
“Don’t worry, I only had one drink and I drank a lot of water. I’m actually the designated driver for my friends tonight but I’m pretty sure they’re gonna crash here after getting their dicks wet.” You stared at his bold choice of words, his only response was a shrug as he started up the car and began to pull out of the driveway.
The drive was fairly quiet, the radio was softly playing some music that Kihyun hummed along to. You could tell he was a songbird just from his humming. It made you want to hear him sing, but you knew better than that. This was just a quick fuck, nothing serious or permanent. You hoped you’d never lay eyes on his pretty face ever again after tonight.
He looked over at you and could tell your mind was reeling with thoughts, though you hoped he couldn’t tell what you were actually thinking about. You reached a red stoplight so when the car came to a halt, he reached over the median and placed his hand on your thigh.
You eyed it suspiciously, wondering what his ulterior motives are because you were sure he had some. But he didn’t make eye contact with you, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. He was looking forward at the stretch of road in front of him as he mindlessly stroked his thumb against the skin of your bare thigh. It felt oddly reassuring, even though it could easily become something arousing in just seconds.
Your breathing evened out and you let your head fall back against the headrest, closing your eyes and taking in all the sensations at once. The chill air of the car’s air conditioning brought goosebumps to your skin and the soft pads of Kihyun’s fingers seemed to will them away, the strong grip on your thigh making you nothing short of heated.
You could hear him still humming, his short breaths sounding like they themselves were a part of the broken melodies he’d sing. You wanted him to hum along every part of your body, his sweet voice gliding over your skin in the throes of passion.
You gulped and exhaled a shaky breath and the next thing you knew, you had felt Kihyun’s hand patting at your thigh.
He mumbled out softly, “We’re here.” before unbuckling himself from the car and coming around to open your door for you. You completely forgot you were supposed to go to your apartment, not his. Usually you didn’t like to go to your one night stands homes just because you felt it wasn’t very safe.
In the midst of it all, you forgot to tell him this so now you were parked at some apartment complex you knew was near the university you attended. You suddenly felt much more nervous at the whole encounter and you wondered if getting laid was really worth it.
Kihyun once again seemed to feel your nerves getting the best of you and he pushed you against the car as you got out, eyes boring into your own.
“Listen. I can tell you’re about to jump out of your own skin so I’ll give you a choice: We can forget about everything that’s happened so far tonight and I can take you home so you can take care of yourself, or I can take you into my apartment, fuck you into my mattress for being so damn bitchy tonight and I’ll make up for my behavior in the morning with some homemade breakfast. I just need you to decide fast baby girl, I’ve been holding back tonight and it’s starting to hurt.”
You took in the last few words he had said before glancing down to his very prominent problem in his ripped jeans. It was no doubt painfully hard and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your mouth water with just the sight of it.
It was sweet that he gave you the choice, most guys would at the very least demand you to suck them off for their trouble. The fact that he was willing to not only forget everything from tonight but also take you all the way home was what made you choose.
Next thing you knew, your hand was flush against his bulge and you heard Kihyun’s breath hitch at the sudden contact. He looked at you before growling and attacking you lips while you ground your palm into him. His hips moved into the contact and you moaned at his talented mouth on your own.
“Inside. Now.”
If there were any words that could make you soaked in that moment, it was those two.
The two of you were connected by the mouth nearly the entire way up the stairs to his apartment door, stopping once when Kihyun nearly pushed you back down the steps. He gripped your waist tightly and pulled your body flush to his. His breath fanned across your face as he apologized.
After that little stunt, you two decided to wait until you reached the door to continue kissing. He fiddled with his keys as you moved your mouth down from his own to his neck, peppering kisses and stopping to suck harshly at a spot behind his ear that had Kihyun keening. He gripped your shoulders hard and pushed you back.
“You gotta wait sweetheart, unless you want me to fuck you senseless out here for everyone to see?” Kihyun breathlessly asked, his voice dripping with lust. “Does that turn you on? Everyone knowing what a good little girl you are?”
You couldn’t help but tense at the words, feeling yourself get more aroused by the second.
Kihyun chuckled darkly, head lolling back for a second before he returned his hungry gaze on you once again. “Maybe next time, I’d like to fuck you in private first.”
You heart leapt at his words. Next time? Usually you never slept with someone twice unless you were dating. It caused too many problems, feelings and such. But you couldn’t deny the pit of arousal that grew in your stomach at the thought of doing this all over again. It made your heart race in ways no one had ever made it before.
After unlocking his door, Kihyun pulled you in and pushed you against his door, stopping only to throw his and your jackets onto the small table that sat by the door. He quickly brought his lips to yours again, placing his hand on your neck to guide your tongue into his mouth. He bit down on the your plump bottom lip and tugged, your reaction instantly turning him in on as you moaned and writhed a bit against the door. Kihyun shoved his thigh in-between your legs and dropped his head to mouth along your neck.
As he reached your ear, he tugged on your ear lobe and whispered a husky breath into your ear, “Ride my thigh baby girl, you deserve it after being so good.” His words instantly made you melt and you felt compelled to follow his instructions.
You were never so submissive when it came to sex, sometimes even taking the dominant role since many of the guys you’d been with didn’t know what satisfied you. But Kihyun seemed to know every button to push inside you and he was working magical combinations that made you putty in his hands.
His thigh tensed underneath you and you grinded your clothed core down on it, feeling pleasure burst before your eyes as sweet friction finally met your sex. Kihyun moaned into your ear and went back to attack your neck, lavishing it with long laps of his tongue and sharp nips. His teeth were small but still managed to make you squirm with every bite and scrape.
Kihyun trailed lower, thigh still giving you the time of your life as he dipped down to bite at your collarbones. His head hovered right over your breasts and you ran your hands up to thread them in his pink locks. His hair was surprisingly silky smooth despite the obvious wear-and-tear it most definitely had to have gone through to achieve such a rosy color. You pulled hard and Kihyun growled, pushing you further into the door and his head instantly dove in between the valley of your chest. He sucked and nipped over the tops of them before boldly shoving his hand in between the fabric of your dress and your skin.
He tugged out your breasts and stopped to look at them in awe.
He smirked but his eyes never left your chest. “No bra? My, my, what a naughty girl you’re turning out to be.” Kihyun drawled and his words unconsciously made you grind down on his thigh. Kihyun chuckled at the action but quickly returned to kissing your chest.
He sucked on your left nipple, tasting the small sheen of sweat that shown over the surface of your skin while his hand toyed with the other. You squirmed in his hold, every touch on your body sending shocks up and down your spine. Kihyun looked up from his spot on your breast, mouth still latched and you saw that motherfucker smirk. You wanted to pull him off and show him you weren’t his little toy but he was doing things to you that you just couldn’t explain.
You just wanted to do every filthy thing he told you because you knew he’d praise you for it and most likely reward you. The mere thought of that made your body break out it tremors, your skin sang with overstimulation and you shook in his hold.
Kihyun reached behind you to undo your dress, finally pulling his mouth away to help you step out of the flimsy piece of fabric that once covered your body. He took a step back and admired your body in full, eyes trailing over every inch of you nearly nude figure.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning, baby girl.” His words should’ve made you uncomfortable, made you shy away and hide your body from his hungry eyes but instead they only fueled your arousal. He looks at you like a lion watches his meal, wishing to devour every little bit of you and you would gladly let him. Hell, you’d thank him.
“I bet you’re just soaked through those panties of yours though, let me help you with that.”
Kihyun stepped forward, replacing the pressure that his thigh was once giving your core with his hot palm instead. He stroked the smooth fabric of your underwear, smirking at the very obvious wetness that was prominent at the very center of them. You wanted his mouth back on you, wanted his sinful hands all over you.
But more than anything, you wanted to taste him.
“Kihyun… please.”
This made Kihyun look up at you, his eyes leaving the tantalizing sight of your body to meet your own. “Please what? I can’t possibly know what you want.” He teased, voice sounding much like he was singing rather than speaking. You whimpered at what he insinuated, knowing full and well that you wouldn’t get anything from him until you explicitly told him. It was time to swallow your pride or go home with your head hanging low and underwear soaked.
“I want to help you,” You began, legs still trembling from either fear or pleasure, you still weren’t sure, as you reached to cup his length in your palm. Kihyun eyes fluttered shut and you took in the momentary lapse of control, seeing Kihyun at what you thought was his weakest and most vulnerable. It aroused you more than it really should have.
Kihyun’s eyes were still screwed tight in pleasure as he finally had some sweet relief on his unbelievably hard erection. You took this moment to drop to your knees in front of him, mouthing at his clothed cock and Kihyun’s eyelids flew open. He nearly got whiplash at how quick he looked down, catching an eyeful of you on your knees, almost bare and kissing along the bulge in his jeans. The sight alone nearly made Kihyun blow right then and there.
But he liked to think he had better stamina than that.
He quickly made work of the buttons on his pants, your mouth never stopping as it trailed up to the waistband of his underwear. Kihyun took a deep breath in and continued to pull his pants and briefs down, eyes trained on you as you took in the sight before you.
Kihyun was certainly not the small thing you had earlier assumed.
Sure, it wasn’t some monster thing that’d you’re sure only existed in terrible pornos but he was lean and lengthy, not too thick but just enough that you knew it’d fill you up well. Your mouth damn near watered at the sight.
Kihyun took himself in his hand, stroking a few time to coax more slick out and smoothening it down his length. He tapped on your lips with the head, you pursed them to give it a quick kiss before opening your mouth for him.
As your lips wrapped around the girth of his head, you suckled lightly resulting in Kihyun moaning a lot louder than you had anticipated. The sound was like a sweet melody to your ears and you wanted to hear more. You began to lavish his length with long licks and laps with your tongue, earning several whines, whimpers and moans from the man above you.
Even though he was seriously dominant, you had to admit that he moaned a lot like a submissive partner would. Either way, it was a serious turn on as you kept working your mouth skillfully up and down his cock, stopping to give him a few strokes with your own delicate hands. He would mutter things about how small your hands looked on him, how soft they were and how sweet your sinful mouth was. You were afraid to stroke his ego but he certainly had no problem with boosting yours.
Kihyun breathed heavily over you, hands finding their way to your hair and at first, they were a comforting touch. He would pet and smooth your hair, every so often gripping slightly when you’d suck just a little harder than before. But after a few minutes of sweet, tender hands keeping your hair away from your face and mouth, he suddenly began to go feral.
His fingers tightened around your locks, gripping harshly and holding your head steady as he’d pump into your open and willing mouth. Your gag reflex wasn’t the best there was but you’d given enough head to at least keep the choking at bay, signaling every now and then to stop and breathe in between some of Kihyun harder thrusts.
“You doing okay baby?” Kihyun sweetly asked, his soft hands coming back to smooth out the kinks he had put into your hair. His voice drawled heavily, a small lisp present as what you assumed was his tongue being too full and heavy in his mouth to pronounce properly.
His words caught you by surprise, such an intimate and filthy act you were committing and here Kihyun was, talking to you so delicately you felt you’d break under his warm words and soft gaze. You nodded, not trusting your recently abused mouth to handle proper words just yet.
Kihyun smiled, a lot fonder than you’d thought he was capable of before pulling you up off your knees and bringing his mouth to yours in a forceful kiss. It took you a moment before you realized he was tasting himself on your tongue, groaning at the bitter tang that mixed with your sweet tartness.
Next thing you know, you’re against the wall of his apartment, underwear long forgotten on the ground as Kihyun pumped two fingers deep in you, muffling your cries of pleasure against his own hot and groaning mouth.
He mumbles an apology as he roughly fingers you open, telling you how much he needs you now. You surrender yourself to his harsh treatment and gentle words, head spinning with the two polar opposites that are coming at you head on.
Kihyun deems you stretched enough and he steps over to his jeans, leaving you feeling a chill from the sudden lack of body heat warming your bones. He bent over to rummage through his pockets, finding his wallet where he kept a square foil, no doubt a condom.
You had to admit, his ass was pretty nice.
Kihyun caught you staring at his rear and shot you a smirk and wink before striding back over to you, looking still as pretty as ever even with his massive hard on bouncing as he stepped.
He approached you, giving you a passionate kiss before lining himself up, reaching to grip the bottom of your left thigh. He cradled the muscle and raised it higher, allowing you to spread more for him and his member. You felt it breach your soaking core, the stretch already making itself known as he eased himself in further and further.
He entered inch by inch, whispering sweet nothings and dirty words deep into your ear. Just his raspy voice and heavy breathing had you shaking in his hold, feeling like you were about to burst at any moment and he’d barely touched you.
Kihyun seemed to sense this and suddenly rammed into you, the force of it knocking the breath straight out of your lungs. He braced himself against you, your back flat against the wall and your leg hitched high up onto his hip as he began a merciless pace. He rocked your bodies back and forth, the sounds of skin slapping skin and wet, heavy breaths filled his stylish apartment. You held on tight against his shoulders, letting him dictate the pace knowing you’d hit your limit soon.
Kihyun whined at the feeling of your body hugging him, his words coming out in stutters and shakes as he tried to steel his nerves to the velvety insides of you. “God, you feel so damn good baby. So tight and hot and wet, so perfect.” He growled out, taking your mouth once more in hungry, feverish kisses that felt like they were bruising your lips. He bit and licked around your mouth, leaving no space unexplored as you reached around and gripped the hair at the base of his head.
You tugged hard as you brought yourself even closer, standing higher than before and giving Kihyun a new and much deeper angle to hit you with. Bursts of sensations were flashing hot across your body as you neared your release, Kihyun’s thrusts getting harder and harder the more you pulled on his hair.
A tangle of nerves settled in the pit of your stomach, slowly unwinding as Kihyun brought his head down to pepper kisses across your chest, similar to how this had all began.
He bit harshly, once twice and wrapped his sinful lips around your nipple. The several sensations around your body became too much to handle, the twine inside you unraveling as you moaned out Kihyun’s name, loud enough for his neighbors to hear. Kihyun steadied himself and thurst even harder, determined to make you see stars.
But you didn’t.
You saw colors for a brief second before pitch black, not realizing you’d shut your eyes in immense pleasure as Kihyun burst you open in what you thought was one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.
As your juices began to slosh and trickle around your core, Kihyun’s moves became sloppier, clearly nearing his own end. All it took was you breathlessly whispering his name in his ear to come, groaning a beautiful alto into your ear. He rode out his high for a few seconds, rolling his hips against yours once or twice more before submitting to the sensitivity his body had put up in a cry to stop.
He pulled out slowly, hand wrapped deftly around his base to keep the condom in place. Once he was fully unsheathed from you, he pulled off the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the direction of the trash bin in the living room. You weren’t sure if he’d made it or not, but you figured he’d have to pick it up one way or another at some point.
You two were catching your breaths, still present arousal filled the air as you took gulps of air in. The apartment stunk of sex, no doubt. But it was an amazing afterglow, nonetheless. Kihyun gave you a dazzling smile that made you realize just how weak your legs felt before he darted forward to catch you.
He chuckled, most likely at his own ability to render you paralyzed, before murmuring into your ear, a tad more loving than you thought was appropriate, “C’mon princess, let me take you to a real bed. You can sleep it off there and I’ll make you that amazing breakfast I promised you in the morning.”
You nodded numbingly at his words, up for anything he had to offer at that point. You two settled into his plush bed, hugging each other intimately as you quickly drifted off to sleep. Sex always made you sleepy, without fail.
You woke up the following morning to the sounds of dulcet tones singing heartedly from a distance. You opened your eyes slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of the room you’d slept in. It was surprisingly tidy, a small book shelf with plenty of books from all kinds of genres. Assortments of papers and notebooks were organized on a desk next to a window covered in silk curtains. The sun shone through slightly, warming up the bed you were laying on. Nude.
You smiled as you recollected the night’s events, finally taking care of your own sexual frustrations and finding someone who gave you a run for your money. It was nice to have someone who could keep up with you, able to take control and still give you the ultimate power.
Plus all the fighting got you hot and bothered pretty quickly so the sex itself was amazing.
You never thought Kihyun would be so caring, maybe if you’d judged him solely on his looks, then yes. But after he spit such harsh words at you throughout the night, after he let his cockiness run its mouth, you knew better.
At least, you thought you did.
Until he became so mind numbingly tender during your session last night. It was so sugar sweet, laced in honey and dripping in cream. Kihyun was truly a wild card, and you wanted to know more about him.
You slipped on what looked like his shirt from the night before and strode out the bedroom, rubbing at your still sleep riddled eyes. You opened them as you approached what you assumed was the kitchen, if the delectable smells coming from inside were anything to go by.
You were greeted by a warm smile and a very shirtless Kihyun. He silently gestured to the plate that sat on the kitchen counter, turning back to tend to some bacon pieces still sizzling on a pan on the stove.
The plate was filled with eggs, toast, some bacon pieces and a few strawberries. Next to it sat a full glass of orange juice and a small tray that carried common breakfast condiments: butter, jams and jellies, salt, pepper, sugar and syrup. You were genuinely surprised at the thoughtfulness of all of it. You had trouble keeping guys to stay in bed for more than 10 minutes after sex, let alone staying the whole night and making you a gourmet breakfast.
“Morning sunshine, you feeling okay gorgeous?” Kihyun asked, eyes still trained on the bacon that popped with heated grease the crispier they got. You hummed and sat at the counter, the stool a little higher than you’d like considering your lack of underwear.
Kihyun resumed his earlier singing, although it was a few knocks lower than before. You wondered if he meant to wake you with his voice earlier. It’d be the most beautiful alarm clock you’d ever had. You tore into the breakfast Kihyun made you, everything tasting just as delicious as it looked and smelled. You groaned at the flavors you were experiencing, the sound of it cutting Kihyun’s singing off as he turned to look at you.
“Mmm baby, taste good?” Kihyun asked, smirking at the clear innuendo. You just nodded, not really caring for his perverse thoughts as you just selfishly wondered if you could make Kihyun your personal chef if you sucked him off enough. Kihyun laughed, brightly and open mouthed. The whole thing looked so beautiful, like sunshine was literally bouncing off Kihyun’s smile.
Your tender moment was suddenly interrupted by rapt knocks on the front door, hurried and one after another. You gave Kihyun a confused look while he simply sighed, as if this was a regular occurrence in the mornings. He stepped out and you craned your neck to watch him saunter over to the door. You wouldn’t admit you were clearly checking out his physique in the morning light.
Before even opening the door, Kihyun stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose before swinging it open. Without looking up, he greeted the obnoxious guest with a sarcastic voice, “Good morning Mingyu.”
“Okay I know I do this a lot but your cooking smells so damn good and you had killer loud sex last night so I at the very least deserve something for my troubles, right?” The tall blond man on the other side of the door began to ramble on, clearly wanting to indulge in the wonderful cooking you had the pleasure of experiencing. You flushed at the mention of the sex last night, forgetting about just how loud you got once you neared your climax.
You ignored the rest of hushed and hurried voices at the door as you practically inhaled your breakfast. As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment and make it last, you knew better. This was just a onetime thing, a good and quick fuck to get yourselves back to normal. You weren’t going to overstay your welcome any more than you’d already had.
Besides, you had class in roughly an hour and a half. At least, you figured that was a good enough excuse to duck out of there before you let your feelings and mouth get the better of you.
If Kihyun offered up anything, whether it was another round of sex or starting up something between the two of you, you didn’t really trust yourself to say no in the moment.
After Kihyun seemed to finally get that Mingyu guy to leave, he returned to find you placing your dishes in the sink, hurriedly rinsing them in hopes to avoid confrontation. Confusion crossed his features and he came up behind you, burying his nose in the nape of your neck.
He hummed into the space between your neck and shoulder and the vibrations nearly made you melt. But you needed to be strong.
“I have to go to class soon, so I better get going.” You said, wondering if it came out as coldly as it felt to say it. The expression on Kihyun’s face when you turned answered the question well enough, he looked sad, disappointed almost? But he quickly recovered, bringing back his usual cocky smile as he nodded.
“Yeah, me too. This was fun, I’ll see you around?” There it was, the usual words whenever you dealt with one night stands. It was the ‘obviously we enjoyed ourselves but let’s not make this a thing and let’s try to not see each other again’ spiel. Something you were far too familiar with.
You nodded with his words, looking for your clothes that were scattered around the apartment. You took off Kihyun’s shirt, sliding on you underwear and putting your dress back on, silently cursing yourself for wearing something that gave you so much trouble to close by yourself.
“Um… Kihyun?” You heard him hum in the background, clearly listening to you and cueing you to continue. “Could you maybe help me out with my dress? I can’t really close it properly.” You felt his steps come nearer before warm hands replaced yours on the zipper behind you. His fingertips grazed the smooth planes of your back, making you involuntarily shiver. He gripped your dress firmly, pulling up the zipper with ease and care. His breath fanned over the base of you neck and you wondered if he was going to come any closer and possibly kiss your neck. The thought alone had you humming in pleasure. You heard Kihyun let out a small chuckle before stepping away.
“Better get going now, don’t wanna be late.” He said before handing you your jacket and opening the door for you. He hadn’t even bothered to ask if you needed a ride or anything.
You were completely right the first time around: Kihyun was truly an asshole.
You scoffed and stepped out of his apartment, feeling colder than ever as you tried to shake last night off of you. Hopefully this was the last time you’d ever step foot inside there, and the last time you’d see Kihyun.
You called Changkyun and he quickly came by and picked you up. He wasn’t usually a morning person but he’d been up half the night waiting for you to call or text with juicy details about last night. Needless to say, he was severely disappointed when you waved him off and told him you didn’t want to talk about it. You were happy he didn’t press any further but half of you wanted to tell him everything, wanted for him to help you figure out this mess of emotions you were feeling.
“Oh! I forgot to mention, I invited a friend to join us for lunch after class today! He just transferred from some preppy university, apparently he got some kind of business deal to open a store here in this part of town so he switched schools to finish studying here. He’s cool but since he’s new, he doesn’t have many friends. Please try to not scare him off Y/N. Our social circle is maddeningly miniscule as is.” Changkyun mentioned as he drove you two back to your apartment.
“’Maddeningly miniscule’? Who are you and what have you done to my meme of a best friend?” You asked, curious at the younger’s new vocabulary. He beamed and said his new friend was practically a genius and taught him a bunch of new words. Who was this kid and why was he tainting your dorky friend?
One long shower and an ever longer class later, you met up with Changkyun outside of the building, walking towards your favorite lunch spot. It was a small café that was owned by some small family, they were aging quickly but were sickeningly sweet and always made the best pastries in town.
“Y/N, my friend said he’d meet us at the café, his class is running a little late.” You nodded and entered the café, praising the warm air that filtered inside. You stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual, a mocha coffee, whatever their special sandwich of the day was (today was ham and provolone on rye) and some sugar cookies. You patiently waited as Changkyun ordered and you two stepped off to find somewhere to sit.
Usually you two would sit at a small table for the two of you or you’d take up one of the big corner booths when you came with your whole squadron of friends. But today you’d be a party of three, so neither choices suited you two well. Changkyun chose a small booth by the window, letting you know that you could sit by yourself on one side while he’d comfort his new friend on the same side as him.
Soon enough, your names were called and you retrieved your food. Changkyun insisted that you wait until his friend showed up before eating but you were hungry and at this point, you weren’t even sure this “friend” existed.
“It looks to me like he’s a no show Kyunnie. Face it dude, you’ve been stood up.” You told Changkyun honestly as you took a big bite out of your sandwich.
“Maybe you’re right. I dunno man, he just seemed like such a cool guy, I didn’t think he’d do this. I’m really sorry Y/N, I promise next time I’ll—“ Changkyun stopped mid-sentence and you looked up to find him smiling past you, looking at something behind you.
“Hey! You made it! We’re over here!” He shouted, beckoning whoever over to you two. You weren’t exactly presentable in the moment, as you had just taking a huge bite of your sandwich and you hadn’t finished chewing yet. So you hurriedly finished the last few bites before swallowing and reaching to take a large drink of your coffee, easing the sandwich you had just scarfed down.
It was then that a coat-clad body with a mess of pastel pink hair approached your table, smiling widely at Changkyun as he directed his line of vision towards you.
“Kihyun, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Kihyun, the guy I told you about!” Changkyun excitedly introduced the two of you. You spit out whatever coffee you had left in your mouth, quickly covering your mouth when you realized what you’d done.
Kihyun’s mouth gaped even after the disgusting action you just did, and Changkyun quizzically looked between the two of you. He was adorably clueless and none the wiser.
“Do you two know each other or something?”
Oh hell no.