❪ 従う ❫ comfort established rs changkyun x f!reader 836 cw ノ exhausted kyun, kissing, a little suggestive notes, not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ guys big shock i successfully wrote for another monstie other than kihyun!!!!!! may this be the start to an even masterlist for them <3 i love my man changkyun he makes me dizzy when i think about him too long / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
The mattress is soft under Changkyun's body. His muscles relax completely, shedding the stress and tension from the day. The soft pillows seem to swallow it whole. He closes his eyes and just breathes. It's comfortable, warm, relaxing… but something is missing.
The bed dips with your weight as you shuffle on your knees until you're close enough to hook one leg over Changkyun's hips. He doesn't even open his eyes, and if you didn't know him better you would believe he's asleep. But you know him, almost too well. He'd never sleep with his arms completely relaxed at his sides. He's always curled up like a little cat, as if he needs to consolidate warmth or has something to hide. Other times he cocoons around you, only able to fall into slumber when you're in his arms.
So, you sit, thighs on either side of his waist, hands itching to run up his chest, but you hold back. Check-in's always come first, cuddling after. You settle for his hand instead, your fingers grabbing hold of his and lifting. His whole arm follows, then flops down when you release it, like a dead weight. You muffle your laughter and watch his lips twitch.
"Long day, hm?"
You clasp both his hands, thumbs tracing over his knuckles. He only lightly squeezes back. It's enough of an answer for you. You lead his hands to your waist, and this time, when you let go, he stays there.
Satisfied, you lean forward, testing when he'll break and open his eyes to look at you. Your hair brushes against his neck, and when you let one of your hands fall to cup his cheek, you feel him nuzzle just slightly into the touch.
"Look at me, baby," you plead gently, thumbing over his cheek in a touch so gentle it could only be reserved for him. He hums, a little raspy and discontented. You feel him squeeze your hips.
"Come on, baby. I'll recharge you," you promise. He frowns a little, but listens. When he opens his eyes, his eyelids still droop half closed, as if the tiredness weighs down so heavy that it becomes physically impossible to open them all the way.
"There you are." You smile, hoping he'll be able to soak up at least a fraction of your energy.
"Recharge me," he whispers. His eyes have an imploring shine to them, like you're the only person in the world that can make him feel alive right now.
You start with his lips—soft and slow and unrushed. He kisses back enough to let you know he wants this, but without the energy to lead it. You trail to his cheek and then up further, each kiss placed with determination but gentleness. You hear his breath soften, but more telling is his grip on your waist. It tightens just slightly with every couple of kisses.
When you circle back down, lips mapping out a path to his neck, his breath hitches. The kisses here feel more suggestive than the previous soft devotion. It becomes complete with your wandering hands, feeling out the definition on his arms, chest, stomach, all while his neck gets the most of your attention.
He gasps quietly when you kiss a particularly sensitive spot beneath his jaw. You smile against his skin, tempted to tease him more. But you promised to make him feel recharged—not test his limits of restraint—so you pull away after.
You notice the shift in his expression. The tiredness has lifted, and his eyes now hold a fondness that was previously concealed. You lean towards him again, nuzzle your nose gently against his and revel in the soft laugh that escapes him. You meet his gaze, eyes twinkling with a mix of adoration and endearment.
"I haven't told you, but…" he starts, but trails off halfway. You raise an eyebrow. "I really like you."
You snort. He has to keep his grip on your waist firm to prevent you from falling off his lap. Your laugh racks through your entire body. You're amused not because the confession is anything to laugh at, but because Changkyun has been your boyfriend for four years. It's certainly not the first time he's told you this. In fact, you can't count how many times he's told you he likes you, and it’s even harder to tally up his many I love you's.
"You've told me that a lot of times, Kyun," you say with a smile.
"Not today, I haven't," he counters seriously before his expression softens again.
He pulls you down for another kiss, and this one falls more equally between you two. There's fervor dripping from his lips, and you savour it like it's the first time he's ever kissed you like this. It's not, nor will it be the last. Your relationship is built on a surety that no matter how high or low the days are, you'll always come back to each other; for comfort, for company, for love.
warnings: established relationship, dom! kihyun, slight brat! reader, piv, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap up), hair pulling, slight choking?, doggystyle, praise & degradation, pet names/name calling (baby, good girl, brat, slut) reader and kihyun have sex in minhyuk’s apartment.
summary: teasing kihyun all day finally proves it has its limits. (porn with loose plot)
pairing: afab!fem! reader x non-idol! kihyun
rating: MDNI
networks: @k-vanity
a/n: i apologize if there's any errors! I quickly proofread this and edited it. this was a request!! i hope you like it
The afternoon sun filters through Minhyuk's living room windows, casting warm light across the gathered friends sprawled on couches and chairs. You're perched on the armrest beside Kihyun, laughing at something Jooheon just said, but your attention keeps drifting to the hand resting possessively on your thigh.
It started innocently enough…or so it seemed to everyone else. Kihyun's thumb drawing lazy circles against the fabric of your jeans, a touch that could pass as absent-minded affection. But you know better. You know the deliberate pressure, the way his fingers occasionally squeeze, sliding just a fraction higher before retreating.
"You okay?" he murmurs, leaning close under the pretense of reaching for his drink. His breath ghosts across your ear, and you suppress a shiver.
"Perfect," you reply sweetly, turning to meet his gaze with innocent eyes that don't match the way you shift your weight, pressing your thigh more firmly against his palm.
His eyes darken for just a moment. A flash of warning that sends heat pooling low in your belly, before he's turning back to the conversation like nothing happened.
This has been going on for hours.
It started in the kitchen when you arrived, Kihyun's hand on the small of your back as you greeted Minhyuk. Normal enough, except his fingers had slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, calloused fingertips dragging against bare skin in a way that made your breath catch. When you'd glanced back at him, he was smiling at something Minhyuk said, perfectly composed, like he wasn't making your pulse race.
Two could play that game.
You'd brushed past him to grab drinks, letting your ass graze against his crotch. The contact brief, plausibly accidental. The sharp intake of breath you'd heard behind you was deeply satisfying.
Throughout the afternoon, it escalated. His hand on your knee during a movie, sliding higher until you had to press your thighs together. Your fingers trailing down his arm when you leaned over to grab snacks, nails dragging just enough to make him tense. His lips at your ear during a loud burst of laughter from the group.
“You're being a brat today." He murmured.
Your bit your lip and looked up at him through your lashes. "I don't know what you mean."
The muscle in his jaw had ticked, and fuck, you loved getting under his skin.
Now, as the conversation flows around you, Kihyun's hand moves again. This time, his fingers trace the inseam of your jeans, a feather-light touch that makes you acutely aware of the ache building between your legs. You've been wet for the past hour, and from the knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, he knows it.
You lean into him, lips brushing his ear as you pretend to whisper something casual. "You're playing a dangerous game."
"Me?" His voice is low, amused. "Baby, you've been teasing me all fucking day."
The profanity, quiet as it is, sends a thrill through you. Kihyun's always composed in public, always the gentleman. But you can feel the tension radiating off him, the barely restrained control.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," you say, pulling back with a innocent smile.
His eyes flash. The hand on your thigh tightens, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp softly. "Careful," he warns, voice barely audible. "Keep pushing me and see what happens."
Your heart hammers in your chest. You've never done this before. Never pushed each other like this outside the privacy of your bedroom. The thrill of it, the risk of your friends noticing is making everything feel electric.
Shownu suggests ordering food, and everyone starts debating options. You shift to stand, intending to grab your phone from your bag, but Kihyun's hand shoots out, gripping your wrist.
"Stay," he says, and there's an edge to his voice that makes heat flood through you.
You sit back down, and this time when his hand returns to your thigh, it's higher, bolder. His pinky finger brushes against the seam of your jeans right over your pussy, and you have to bite back a whimper.
"Kihyun," you breathe, a warning and a plea all at once.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asks, voice perfectly casual even as his finger presses more firmly, rubbing in a slow circle that makes your thighs clench. "You look flushed. Are you feeling okay?"
You're going to kill him. Or fuck him. Maybe both.
"I'm fine," you manage, but your voice comes out breathy.
Minhyuk glances over. "You sure? You do look a little warm."
"Just a bit hot," you say quickly. "Maybe I need some air."
"There's a bathroom down the hall if you need to splash some water on your face," Minhyuk offers helpfully.
Kihyun's finger presses harder, and you nearly choke. "That's a good idea," he says smoothly. "I'll show you where it is."
Your eyes snap to his. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable now, dark and hungry and barely controlled. This is it. This is the moment you've been building toward all day, all the teasing and touching and whispered words culminating in this single look that says he's done waiting.
Your pulse pounds in your ears as you nod, not trusting your voice.
"We'll be right back," Kihyun says to the group, standing and pulling you up with him.
No one seems to notice anything off as you follow him out of the living room. But the moment you're in the hallway, away from prying eyes, his hand finds yours, gripping tight as he pulls you past the bathroom, past the first bedroom, to a guest room at the end of the hall.
"Kihyun, we can't—" you start, but he's already opening the door, pulling you inside, closing and locking it behind you.
"Can't what?" he asks, and his voice is rough now, all pretense of control gone. "Can't fuck you? Because I've been hard for the past two hours watching you tease me, feeling you press against me, and I'm done pretending I can wait until we get home."
Your back hits the wall as he crowds into your space, one hand bracing beside your head while the other grips your hip. "This is Minhyuk's house," you protest weakly, even as your hands find his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms.
"I don't care," he growls, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding.
You moan into the kiss, all thoughts of protest evaporating as his tongue slides against yours. This is different from your usual foreplay makeouts. There’s a desperation here, a raw need that has him kissing you like he's starving for it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, letting you feel how hard he is.
"Feel that?" he rasps against your lips. "That's what you've been doing to me all day, you little brat."
"Good," you breathe, and you can feel him smile against your mouth before he's kissing you again, harder this time.
His hands are everywhere. Sliding under your shirt, palming your breasts through your bra, squeezing your ass. You're just as desperate, tugging at his shirt, wanting to feel skin. This is new territory for both of you, this frantic need to have each other right now and it's intoxicating.
"Turn around," Kihyun commands, pulling back just enough to spin you toward the dresser against the wall.
You catch sight of yourself in the mirror above it. Flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, eyes dark with want. Then Kihyun is behind you, his body pressing you forward until your palms hit the dresser top.
"Look at yourself," he says, his hands sliding around to work at the button of your jeans. "Look at how fucking desperate you are for me."
You watch in the mirror as he pops the button, drags down the zipper. Your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as he hooks his fingers in the waistband and yanks your jeans and panties down in one swift motion.
"Kihyun," you gasp as cool air hits your overheated skin.
"Shh," he soothes, but there's nothing gentle about the way he kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs. "You wanted this. You've been begging for it all day with every look, every touch."
His hand slides between your thighs from behind, fingers dragging through your wetness, and he groans. "Fuck, you're soaked. How long have you been this wet for me, baby?"
"Hours," you admit, watching his reflection as he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting you.
"Dirty girl," he murmurs appreciatively. "Getting this wet in a room full of our friends."
You hear the clink of his belt, the drag of his zipper, and your pussy clenches in anticipation. This is really happening. You're really going to fuck in Minhyuk's guest room while everyone is just down the hall.
"Eyes on the mirror," Kihyun orders, and you obey, watching as he fists his cock, stroking himself a few times. He's thick and hard, and you can see the tension in his jaw, the barely restrained control. "I want you to watch yourself get fucked. Want you to see what you look like when I make you take my cock."
"Please," you whimper, pushing your hips back.
"Please what?" He drags the head of his cock through your folds, teasing, and you could scream with frustration.
"Please fuck me," you beg, past the point of pride. "I need it, please, Kihyun—"
He slams into you in one brutal thrust, and you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. He's so deep like this, the angle making you feel every inch as he bottoms out.
"Fuck," he hisses, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "So fucking tight."
He doesn't give you time to adjust, doesn't ease you into it. He pulls back and drives in again, setting a punishing pace that has the dresser bumping against the wall with each thrust. You brace yourself against it, watching in the mirror as he fucks you, his face a mask of concentration and pleasure.
"Look at you," he groans, one hand sliding up your spine to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so you have no choice but to watch. "Look at how well you take my cock. Such a good little slut for me."
The degradation mixed with praise makes you clench around him, and he curses, hips snapping harder. "You like that? Like watching yourself get fucked?"
"Yes," you gasp, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "God, yes."
"This what you wanted?" he pants, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. "Wanted me to bend you over and fuck you where anyone could hear? Where our friends are right down the hall?"
The reminder sends a thrill of fear and excitement through you. You can hear the faint sound of laughter from the living room, and it makes everything more intense, more forbidden.
"Answer me," Kihyun demands, releasing your hair to wrap his hand around your throat instead, not squeezing, just holding.
"Yes," you moan, watching his hand on your throat, watching the way your body rocks with each thrust. "Wanted you to fuck me, wanted to feel you—oh god—"
He hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur, and you nearly sob with pleasure. You press your lips together tightly, trying to silence yourself. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up as he pounds into you relentlessly.
"That's it," he encourages, his other hand sliding around to find your clit. "Gonna make you cum on my cock. Gonna make you cum so hard you forget where we are."
His fingers circle your clit in tight, perfect circles, and you're already so close, wound so tight from hours of teasing that it won't take much.
"Kihyun, I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Not yet," he growls, and his hand leaves your clit, making you whimper in protest. "You don't come until I say so. You've been a brat all day, and brats don't get to come when they want."
"Please," you beg, clenching around him, trying to find friction.
"Please what?" He slows his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow. "Use your words, baby."
"Please let me cum," you gasp, watching yourself in the mirror. "Please, I need it, I need you, please—"
"Fuck," he mutters, and his control snaps. He fucks into you harder, faster, his fingers finding your clit again and rubbing in quick, firm circles. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock right fucking now."
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, pleasure crashing through you so intensely that your knees buckle. Kihyun holds you up, one arm banding around your waist as he fucks you through it, his fingers still working your clit, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're shaking and oversensitive.
"Good girl," he praises roughly. "Such a good fucking girl, coming for me like that."
You're still trembling when he pulls you up, your back against his chest, his arm tight around your waist. His other hand finds your jaw, turning your head so he can kiss you, messy and desperate, as he continues to thrust up into you.
"Gonna fill you up," he pants against your lips. "Gonna cum inside this tight little pussy and then you're gonna go back out there with my cum dripping down your thighs."
The filthy words make you clench around him, and he groans, his rhythm faltering. You can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you, his breathing ragged.
"Want it," you gasp, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Want you to cum inside me, want to feel it—"
"Fuck, baby—" His hand tightens on your hip, and he buries himself deep, grinding into you as he comes with a choked groan. You feel the hot pulse of his release, filling you, and it triggers another small orgasm that has you gasping his name.
He holds you there, both of you panting and trembling, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he catches his breath. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out, and you can feel his cum starting to leak out of you.
"Holy shit," you breathe, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He laughs, a breathless, satisfied sound, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah. Holy shit."
Reality started to creep back in. you're in Minhyuk's guest room, your friends are down the hall, and you just had the most intense sex of your life.
"We should..." you start, but you're not sure how to finish that sentence.
"Get cleaned up and get back before they notice we've been gone too long," Kihyun finishes, already reaching for the tissues on the dresser.
He helps you clean up, gentle now in a way that makes your heart squeeze. This is what you love about him. The way he can be rough and demanding, making your core flood. Then tender and caring the next, making your heart ache.
Once you're both presentable again, jeans buttoned and hair smoothed, he cups your face and kisses you softly. "You okay?" he asks, searching your eyes.
"More than okay," you assure him, smiling. "That was..."
"Incredible," he agrees. "Terrifying and incredible."
"Think anyone noticed?"
He glances at his phone, checking the time. "We've been gone maybe ten minutes. We're probably fine."
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your still-racing heart. "Okay. Let's go back."
He unlocks the door, checking the hallway before pulling you out. You make it halfway back to the living room before Minhyuk appears, carrying empty bottles toward the kitchen.
"There you are!" he says cheerfully. "Feeling better?"
"Much better," you manage, hoping your face isn't as flushed as it feels. "Just needed a minute."
"Cool. Food's here, by the way."
As he passes, Kihyun's hand finds yours, squeezing gently. You squeeze back, a secret smile playing at your lips.
This definitely won't be the last time you push each other like this. But next time, maybe you'll make it home first… just maybe.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hello! it's been so long and for that I offer nothing but apologies, but I've felt really motivated to write recently and with missing kyun hours upon us (were military wives now 😞 how are you holding up?? ), I decided what a better time to drop soft kyun headcanons! i hope you enjoy! 🤍 *ੈ✩‧₊˚
husband! changkyun cooks you your favorite meals, when you first met, and he learned some of your favorite meals, he made sure to look up different recipes and learned to make them for you because he knew you preferred home cooked meals.
husband! changkyun let's you wear his hoodies whenever you're cold and/or sick! and i mean...... who wouldn't wanna be wrapped up in this man's hoodie and surrounded by his smell
husband! changkyun watches all your favorite movies with you and calls it "bonding time", but in reality he watches you more than he watches the movie. he loves seeing your reactions and they subtle shifts in your demeanor whenever something excited or scared you. (bonus points if you're scared so he can hold you close!)
husband! changkyun takes you on the most meaningful dates! im taking ceramics painting dates, perfume/candle making classes ( bed totally be the type to smell your perfume when he misses you) , flower shops (to make your own bouquets, he insists you always have fresh flowers from him), maybe even a scavenger hunt where at the end (spoiler alert!) he's the prize, and you can have your way with him (let your imagination run wild you filthy angels ✨)
husband! changkyun he loves spending the mornings in bed with you, as the sun rises, nothing but cuddles and subtle touches and kisses! that is until his stomach grumbles and he insists you guys make breakfast together but promises to bring you coffee in bed first
husband! changkyun he ALWAYS, always, ALWAYS, has to have his hands on you! he loves holding you by your waist, loves when you lean against his chest, always has to kiss you whenever he walks past you around the house. don't even get me started on when you're in bed! he's a skin to skin kind of man! you're cold? here he comes with his famous line "im you're personal heater" as he pulls you into him for the night. not to mention, he loves to take showers with you it's one of his favorite bonding activities (NO FUNNY BUSINESS! IM SERIOUS) he loves a simple shower / bath with you
hello!!! could i request a one shot with kihyun or changkyun (whoever suits you more) where he meets the reader in some sort of show/yt program/thing like that and takes a liking to reader immediately?
caught on camera - im changkyun
pairing: idol!i.m x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff
word count: 736
a/n: i'm loving all these monsta x reqs! to expand a lil, reader is a 4th gen idol, debuting later than i.m and is a few years younger :)
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filming days were always a mix of nerves and excitement, but today felt... different.
because you were meeting monsta x's i.m for a one on one.
other than, y'know.. having an impending crush on him even during your non-idol days, it's always nerve wracking to meet an idol who you've barely interacted with before.
but that was the charm of the youtube series you've taken part of, "idol unfiltered." it was a show putting two random idols together to simply, naturally connect. they'd ask each other icebreaker questions, play games, or just chat.
you've always wanted to do this—you watched many videos and couldn't wait till it was your turn.
but when your manager told you who you'd be meeting, you froze. how could you do this? how could you be in such an intimate space with him, only you two, minus the producers and camera crew?
but the day came. as the crew finished setting up, you glanced at the clock. he was due any minute now.
"ah, i'm sorry, am i late?"
the second you saw him, it was just a wow. he definitely was more beautiful in person. the blush rose to your cheeks and if anyone were to look at you, they'd notice the sparkle in your eyes. thank god the cameras weren't rolling.
his voice was calm, deep, with that slight rasp that made every sentence sound ten times cooler than it should.
"almost," you managed to muster out, smiling. "but i'll accept the apology anyway."
he let out a chuckle. "nice to meet you. i'm i.m." he lightly bowed in greeting.
"i know," your smile was still plastered on your face. "i'm y/n." you bowed back.
"i know." he repeated your words and smiled.
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the cameras rolled, and the usual introduction went smoothly, the production team telling you guys what was planned behind the scenes, and they gave you each queue cards. looks like for this episode, you guys were prompted with icebreaker questions.
"so, i.m, are you ready for this?" you glance at him, while preparing to ask the first question.
"changkyun. you can call me changkyun." he gave a light smile and it seemed like his eyes rested on you unintentionally.
you looked back up at him and tried to hold back your smile (which you failed), as you lightly nod. "changkyun." you repeated.
the minutes had been fun. some funny questions, some deep, some a little tmi. what was very evident on camera though, was like viewers could see the chemistry pouring out the screen. the way your eyes met, the jokes and the teasing, nobody's ever seen changkyun act like this.
the most unexpected thing had been that changkyun was yapping. with you it felt like his guard was down. both of you were comfortable, and it most definitely didn't feel like this was the first time meeting. the talking had been a silly mix of english and korean between you two. it was just pure natural.
his—and your—smiles were not the controlled, camera-ready expressions idols were trained to perfect. these were unguarded, effortless. his were radiant, the ones that you could probably melt to.
and the cameras caught every single one.
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the episode aired a week later, and within hours, social media exploded.
"wait why is changkyun smiling so much?"
"i swear kyun doesn't usually smile this much in interviews... what's going on???"
"the power y/n holds.. i've never seen changkyun like this.."
fans dissected every moment—every small smirk, every full grin. believe it or not, there was already a compilation on tiktok: "i.m smiling for 10 minutes straight because of y/n." put in two different videos.
and the funniest part? none of you even knew.
it wasn't until your group member showed you a video, "y/n, have you seen this?!" that you finally realized.
you watched the clip in disbelief, a little embarrassed. "he really smiled that much..?"
your groupmate spoke, "i mean... yeah. and not just polite smiles. like, full-on 'i'm into her' kinda smiles."
though, after the shoot, what nobody knew was he managed to score your number where no one was around.
and just like that, something unspoken settled between you.
it wasn't scripted. it wasn't forced. it was just two idols, unexpectedly clicking a little too well.
but for now, you both had to keep it private for a little while longer.
“Where’s my grey hoodie?” He questions you as you walk out of your shared bedroom, wearing said hoodie. You freeze sheepishly under his befuddled gaze.
“You’re wearing it.”
“…Yes.”
For a moment, he debates asking you to give it back, until he sees how it drapes around your form; cuffed sleeves with extra space circling around your wrist and ribbing that reaches just below your thighs. The fabric is loose everywhere and weighted down only by gravity instead of a frame. It doesn’t fit like you, it fits like him; so, he decides against it.
“I’ll just find another one.”
“Have you eaten today?” (Cooking for you)
The fused smell of spices and vegetables swirls around the house as your head rests on the kitchen counter.
“You didn’t have to cook, y'know. You’re also sick.”
“Don’t worry.” He says sliding the cubed-cut radish into the pot with a barely heard ‘plop’.
You should never make a sick man cook for you.
A sniffle escapes as you cross your arms, laying your chin onto the crumpled fabric covering them.
“Alright.”
Unless he insists on it.
You watch as his back tenses beneath his hoodie and faint sniffles leave him as his thin butcher’s knife chop-chop-chops against the wooden cutting board; the spicy, sour smell of kimchi mingles with savory, poultry broth making everything feel warm around you both; rustling of tofu packaging, fresh radish, ginger, and onion remind you of when you and Kihyun first moved in. It reminds you of home.
“It smells good.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you peel an orange for me?” (Being helpful)
The smell of citrus lingers on his skin as a pale orange color stains beneath his nails. His fair hands become tacky from forgotten, leaked juices as they, along with the scent, seem to overtake the practice room. A low sigh leaves his lips.
“Seriously, this is…”
“What are you doing?” Changkyun asks, ambling over with a fiddle of his Rolex.
Kihyun looks up slowly with a muted, “Peeling an orange.”
“Why?” He pesters with black cat curiosity.
Kihyun lets out another sigh, mumbling, “They asked me to.” As his eyes concentrate on the small, scattered peels around the tangerine. No other words are said as Changkyun gives him a low-toned hum in acknowledgment.
Kihyun passes a hum to him as well, continuing at his task.
“Let me pay.” (Never paying)
“How much was it-“
Before those words can leave your lips, Kihyun slides his card onto the check with a silent nod to the waitress. As they leave, you slowly lay your bag down on your lap, giving Kihyun a familiar pout.
“Kihyun.”
“Yes?” He casually responds as he sips from his emptied glass.
“I was supposed to pay this time!” You fuss as you half-heartedly stretch across the table.
“Oh, really?” He remarks, sipping his drink in tune to his feigned ignorance.
“Yes, really!” You squeal, earning a few glowers from those around you; Kihyun snickers out a playful, “Oh, I’m sorry.” as you deflate into your seat. A sweet smirk paints his lips as the waitress hands back him the check.
“Don’t worry, Honey.” He coos as he catches your arms folding onto themselves.
“I’ll let you pay next time.”
The same song and dance.
“Let’s watch this together.” (Liking…your interests)
“This show is bad.”
“Why do you keep watching it then?”
“I watch it because you like it.”
The pink glow of the TV overshadows you and Kihyun, leaving only an inky shadow stained in the image of your melded bodies on the couch.
“You hate everything we watch.”
You whined as you nuzzled into his knitted hoodie; you had made it over the summer with lots of love and little expertise, leading it to be tight in the wrong places and easily frayed. Kihyun didn’t mind, however; he could endure anything.
“No, I just think the shows you pick aren’t good.” He light-heartedly lisps out as his arm curls you closer to him, his eyes never once leaving the scene. A sulky huff leaves your lips, “Whatever.”
A loose, conceited smile spreads across his face as he heaves a breathless laugh.
“You are so easy to te-“
“Are you fucking serious?!”
His teasing is long forgotten as the show comes back into focus; Kihyun’s rounded eyes widen as his mouth groans out, “Seriously?”
“They cannot be serious. We’re watching the next episode.” You say disconnecting yourself from Kihyun to swiftly grab the remote. He slowly shakes his head, murmuring to himself, “There’s no way..”
Warnings: spicy Kihyun, very suggestive, reader is wearing a short dress, otherwise genderneutral reader
Word count: 1,070ish
Songs that fit the vibe:
monsta X – this!
katelyn tarver – fall apart too
suho, jang jane – dinner
colbie caillat – fallin’ for you
majid jordan – waves of blue
Since I’ve been in my Monsta X feels for a few weeks and I found out there’s barely anything written for them recently, I decided to take matters into my own hands, even though I mainly write for atz, skz and svt. This is entirely self-indulgent and I’m not sorry. Anyways, stan monsta x please.
“Too much for you, babe?” Kihyun whispered to you while searching for your gaze, putting his hand on your thigh.
You wanted to have a nice evening. Kihyun invited you to the celebratory dinner with all his members and their significant others, so you wanted to be social and delightful and celebrate the hard work the guys have put into Monsta X’s new album. You put on a your most elegant, short black dress, put on makeup and did your hair since everyone else was also going to dress up. Shownu even reserved you all a private section in a restaurant you loved.
But it’s been a long day. You were tired and your social battery has been depleted by the gossipy lunch your coworkers convinced you to join. So now your eyelids were basically shutting themselves and you could barely pay attention to the conversations that were going on around you.
“Kinda… I’m just tired today.” You admitted.
“Should we leave?” There was compassion in his dark eyes. He gave you a conspiratorial smile.
You already knew you could always count on him, but it’s been a while since you felt this connected to your boyfriend without speaking much.
When you gave him a small nod, he didn’t waste any time and announced to the table that he wasn’t feeling good, must’ve eaten something bad, and that the two of you needed to go home now. Everyone else seemed to be fine with it, all busy with their own conversations.
You mumbled a quiet apology to everyone when Kihyun swiftly took your hand and led you straight out of the restaurant.
When the cool evening air hit you, relief washed over you and you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. Kihyun stopped next to you, still holding your hand in his.
“Better?” A slightly amused look was on his face.
“So much better… Thank you, Ki.”
“Always.” He pressed a short kiss to your forehead.
Thankfully, you didn’t park too far away. When you arrived at your car, Kihyun opened the passenger door for you. Once you were seated, he raised an eyebrow and his hand as if to ask for your car keys. You handed them over to him even though you always took pride in driving him around since you loved driving. It was like he knew you’d appreciate being the passenger princess for once.
Neither of you spoke on the drive home. There was quiet lo-fi playing on the radio. Kihyun put his hand back on your thigh once he had backed out of the parking lot. Like your bare thigh was the only place it made sense to put it.
After a few moments your eyes closed again on their own. You were woken up by the bright lights when Kihyun turned off the car and got out. Again, he helped you get out of the car.
“I feel kind of guilty for leaving so early.” Your voice was raspy from sleep.
“Oh don’t worry, they will have forgotten everything in a few hours, it’s really not a big deal.” Your boyfriend gently pulled you towards your shared apartment and unlocked the door, leading you inside.
With all outside noise gone, you were suddenly very awake. Standing flush against the wall, you grabbed Kihyun’s collar and pulled him towards you.
“Wha-?”
His hands were pressed against the wall on either side of your face. What you'd wanted to do all night was kiss him, show him how much you appreciated him. And so, you did. Slowly at first. Your hands moved along his cheeks and jawline, trying to take in more of him, make him feel your love through touch.
You deepened the kiss; you desperately needed more of him. There was a clear ache deep in your heart. It hurt you to not be able to take him in more, not become one being with him. You needed to be closer to him. In an ‘I need your heart beating in my chest’ kind of way rather than a sexual way.
His familiar smell dulled your senses while his hands moved down your body. First, they were in your hair, then your cheeks, moving to your arms, before gently kneading your waist and hips. You could tell he was also getting worked up by the way his tongue moved quicker in your mouth, his breath growing deeper and his hands putting pressure on the backs of your thighs as if to motion to you to wrap your legs around his hips. So, you jumped slightly and wrapped your legs around his waist. He caught you and pressed his torso on yours to help keep you up, never breaking the kiss. If you could bottle a feeling for cold and rainy days, it would’ve been this. Lust and quiet appreciation, compassion and need, intoxication in comfort.
The lack of oxygen suddenly hit you. You broke the kiss to catch your breath while still keeping your arms around Kihyun’s neck, not allowing any more distance between your bodies. You took a look at him. His dark brown eyes, the black hair falling slightly in his eyes, his mouth open, breathing heavily. His eyes moved to the ground while he was trying to catch his breath.
You couldn’t help but slowly caress his cheeks. “Thanks, Ki… for everything you’ve done tonight… ‘I love you’ doesn’t even cover how I feel about you.”
You could practically see the cheekiness return to his eyes.
“If me faking an illness gets this reaction out of you, maybe I should make this a regular thing.” And he flashed you that cheeky smile that you loved so much, his eyes disappearing into half-moons, teeth visible.
You rolled your eyes and made an effort to get your feet back on the ground and leave his embrace. But he was quick to grab your wrists and pull you back.
“Not so fast, princess.”
He kept one hand around both of your wrists while his other hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He looked into your eyes deeply for a few moments. It was like being hypnotized by the deep brown, almost black, colour. And then he slowly pressed his lips against yours again. This time a lot gentler, slower. Like you were his most precious possession and could break at any time.
