ㅤ𖦹ㅤ 𐬹 ۫ ۪ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: MDNI, creampie, menção a cockwarming, breeding kink (?), conteúdo sexual explícito, sexo desprotegido (não façam né galerinha), linguagem imprópria.
ㅤ𖦹ㅤ 𐬹 ۫ ۪ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒: Aparentemente eu e a @blondkiss somos as últimas monbebes do mundo então vamos nos mimar, né?
Pensando muito no Jooheon e na tara doentia que ele tem por gozar dentro. Pra ele, simplesmente não existe foder sem te deixar cheinha! Ele é viciado em sentir o caralho bem enterrado na sua bucetinha enquanto despeja aquela porra quentinha e pegajosa, como se você fosse o depósito dele.
É uma obsessão visceral mesmo. Jooheon pira até no barulho molhado do pau dele batendo no seu interior, no gemido que você solta quando tá tão bem preenchida. Como se, pra ele, a foda fosse só um pretexto para chegar nessa parte: te deixar toda sujinha, empanturrada com o leitinho dele.
Ah, e ele não deixa passar uma única chance. Seja numa rapidinha contra a parede mesmo, subindo sua sainha e te socando rápido e com força só pra conseguir o mais depressa possível jorrar tudo no seu úterozinho antes de você sair. Ou também naquela transa da madrugada, com ambos meio dormindo, tão preguiçosos, mas precisando tanto sentir seu quentinho interior o envolvendo enquanto ele goza tão manhoso. Despreocupados, vocês até voltam a dormir assim mesmo, inclusive com ele dentro. E nas noites planejadas é ainda pior, porque é aí que ele te fode por horas, te deixa moída, burrinha, e ainda assim tá bem longe de parar. te abre bem, te deixa toda arreganhadinha só pra gozar uma, duas, três vezes seguidas, sem nem sequer tirar o pau.
É eufemismo dizer que vocês gostam de uma foda bruta, animalesca. Jooheon espreme suas perninhas em direção aos seus peitos, as mãos grandes e calejadas seguram sua panturrilha com tanta força enquanto ele te soca num ritmo grotesco, tornando inevitáveis os solavancos que seu corpinho dá. Céus, ele ama como sua bucetinha fica tão escorregadia, a ponto de entrar e sair deslizando tão fácil assim a cada nova estocada. Ele sempre vislumbra o mesmo paraíso a cada vez que deposita mais da porra dele lá no fundo, cada gotinha, sem pressa nenhuma, com o único objetivo de te deixar toda entupida.
E depois que ele descarrega, Jooheon ainda tem o prazer de se afastar devagarinho só pra assistir a porra escorrendo de sua bucetinha. Caralho, ele fica hipnotizado ali, olhando o rastro viscoso vazar de sua entradinha inchada, escorrer superficialmente pelo cuzinho e sujar o lençol. Ainda te chama de putinha com o sorriso mais satisfeito do mundo nos lábios, coleta o que pingou com a língua mesmo e engole tão satisfeito, observando como sua bucetinha começa a piscar de novo. Você nem se atreve a ir se limpar ainda, primeiro porque você tem que ficar ali marinada na porra, sentindo toda essa lambança. segundo porque, de qualquer forma, ele vai te pegar de novo e te deixar lotadinha outra vez. E sinceramente, quanto mais, melhor.
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He’d be such a gentle lover. He’d be the type of guy who would hold the back of your head up to his forehead, mouth hung open, looking at you with pure love & adoration as he moves inside you. He’d hold you so carefully through all of it too, his big hands grounding you every second like he's terrified of letting you drift too far away from him. & when you reached the peak, he’d shush you quietly, kissing your temple as you come down, his voice bringing you back down to earth with him.
“I know, I know. Breathe, baby, breathe for me. There you go. You’re so beautiful. So beautiful.”
Favorites: kissing, handholding, forehead touching, slow thrusts, body worship, carrying you around, reassuring praise, rubbing your back, holding you close after
Kihyun:
He’d be intense but passionate, the type of lover who knows what he wants & will absolutely love every second of using you to get there. He’d guide you a lot, making sure you knew how good you make him feel. He’d start off confident & in control, only to end up breathless & completely obsessed with the way you fall apart for him. The more worked up he got, the more praise would slip out naturally, like it's just impossible for him to keep it inside anymore. He’d lose control & then laugh about it, needing to soften any ounce of composure he'd just lost, pulling you close to him & catching his breath.
“Come here. Get on top, mm— yeah, now turn around. Just like that. Oh fuck… That’s perfect. You feel incredible, baby.”
Favorites: neck kissing, biting/marking, guiding/talking you through it, eye contact, overstimulation, making you look at him, possessive touching
Minhyuk:
He'd be both soft & sweet, yet able to be rough & passionate too. He’d be able to switch very easily, matching whatever vibe you’re giving him at the time. He'd love figuring you out, too, noticing which reactions make you melt vs. which make you lose your mind. One night he'd have you shaking from how gently he touched you, the next he'd have you bent against the kitchen counter laughing breathlessly because neither of you could keep control for more than five seconds.
You in the mood for slow & sensual?
"Relax for me, baby. I wanna take my time with you tonight."
Want it rough & fast?
"Oh? That's the mood you're in tonight, huh? Alright then... come here, pretty girl."
Favorites: neck kisses, teasing you, playfulness, making you laugh during, switching between rough & soft, shower sex, lazy mornings after
Hyungwon:
He’d be passionate as hell, light candles, play low music, setting the mood every time. Your touch alone would calm him. He’d be slow but calculated, needing you to feel every inch of him, eye contact, hand holding while you make love. He'd treat intimacy like its own little world, shutting everything else out the second he got his hands on you. Being with him would occasionally bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of him taking you there, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.
“You feel that? You feel how we fit together? God, you're so perfect for me… my home.”
Favorites: romantic mood, eye contact, slow thrusts, handholding, deep kisses, quiet praise, waist touches, making you come apart slowly, falling asleep tangled together
Jooheon:
He’d be so eager to please, obsessed with you in a way you never knew someone could be. Anything you’d want, he’d do it without hesitation, completely addicted to being the one who makes you feel good. He’d get hard just from kissing & he’d be so vocal too. Lots of groans, moaning, & whimpering. He’d watch you intently, every soft sound or expression that crossed your face would be noted & used, determined to make you feel good every time. He’d get completely lost in you too, kissing you between every breathless praise like he just can't believe he gets to have you like this.
“That feel good, baby? Mm, yeah, I can tell bc you’re squeezing me so tight. Damn, baby… right there?”
Favorites: watching you, praise, hearing your moans, messy kissing everywhere, making you come first, constant touching, whining when you tease him, needy cuddling afterward
Changkyun:
He’d be obsessed with you, but love it when you bite back. He’d make you work harder for it if you’ve been bratty, but he'd always cave eventually, too obsessed with you to deny you for very long. In fact, he likes to play the game almost just as much as he likes pounding you into the mattress after. Beneath the teasing though, as soon as you start to look too overwhelmed, he'd soften completely, talking you through it in that low voice that makes your entire body melt. He’d love hearing you, often encouraging you to be louder, forcing your eyes on him as he takes you to heaven & back.
“Take it, that’s it, baby. Don’t you dare hold back. Let them know who makes you feel this good."
Favorites: teasing you, forced eye contact, hair pulling, making you work for it, biting/marking, controlling the pace, hearing how loud he makes you, possessive touches, praise with a smirk, soft aftercare after intensity
Wonho:
He’d downright worship you. Your body, your mind, your soul. There wouldn't be a moment where you'd have to wonder where his heart is. Making love with him would be passionate, sweaty, clinging onto his arms, shoulders, anywhere you could reach, your nails digging & leaving red streaks in the muscles of his back, an all-consuming type of love. He'd always be determined to make you fall apart first, needing to see it, feel it, before he even thinks about himself.
"Yeah, let me feel you. Give it to me, baby. Let go, I got you. I've always got you... Damn, you look so beautiful when you cum for me."
Favorites: body worship, deep kissing, leaving scratches on each other, hearing you come undone for him, carrying you around, holding you close, sweaty aftercare cuddling
❪ 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.
Pushed to your limit by another week of cold distance, you intentionally let Changkyun hear you pleasuring yourself from the bedroom.
Four hours. Four hours of watching Changkyun’s thumb trace lazy circles on the controller joystick while some war game blared through the television speakers. Four hours of his profile silhouetted against the blue glow—that sharp jaw, those full lips pressed into a line of concentration, the headphone cushion pushed slightly off his left ear so he could hear if you called for him.
You weren't calling for him.
You'd done enough calling. Enough hoping. Enough lying awake at two in the morning replaying last Thursday's kitchen counter miracle like a film reel, searching for the frame where everything had changed.
It hadn't changed.
Seven days. Seven days since he'd lifted you onto that cold marble and eaten you out until you forgot your own name. Seven days since he'd carried you to the couch and fucked you with a year's worth of banked hunger. Seven days since you'd lain in his arms, trembling and hopeful, watching him deflect your attempt to talk about it before disappearing into the shower.
The next morning, he'd kissed your forehead—the same chaste, husbandly peck he'd been giving you for months—and asked if you wanted eggs.
Eggs.
Like he hadn't spent the previous evening buried inside you. Like the oxblood lace hadn't changed anything at all.
The laundry basket in the corner of the bedroom still held the evidence. You'd walked past it every day this week, your stomach clenching at the flash of crimson peeking through the pile of whites. On Tuesday, you'd almost thrown the whole set away, convinced it was cursed, convinced you'd made a fool of yourself, convinced that single night had been a mercy fuck from a man too polite to tell you he'd stopped wanting you years ago.
The humiliation burned hotter than the memory of his mouth.
Changkyun's game character died with an explosion. He muttered something under his breath, resetting the checkpoint, his thumb already back on the joystick. The rain outside streaked against the living room window, fat droplets racing each other down the glass.
You stood in the hallway, watching him.
The white tank top he wore stretched across his shoulders—those broad, solid shoulders that had pinned you to the mattress in the early years. His plaid boxer shorts hung low on his hips. Bare feet propped on the ottoman. The picture of relaxed, unbothered contentment.
Something inside you snapped.
Not with a crash. Not with a dramatic confrontation. Just a quiet, decisive click, like a lock tumbling open in your chest.
If he wouldn't come to you, you'd make him hear what he was missing.
You turned and walked into the master bedroom, leaving the door wide open behind you.
The bed sat directly in line with the doorway. Anyone in the living room—anyone sitting on that couch with one ear free of their headphones—would have a clear acoustic path straight to the mattress. You'd mapped the angles months ago, back when you still held out hope that he might follow you one night, might appear in the doorway with that dark, hungry look you'd memorized in your beach trips.
Hope had curdled into something sharper now.
Resolve.
You stripped off your lounge pants first, the soft cotton pooling at your ankles. Your sweater followed leaving you in nothing but a simple baby pink tank top and a matching panty. The air conditioning raised goosebumps along your bare thighs. Your reflection in the closet mirror caught your eye—flushed cheeks, bright eyes, the strap of your tank top slipping off one shoulder.
There you are, you thought. I remember you.
You climbed onto the bed and lay back against the pillows, the sheets cool beneath your exposed skin. The tank top rode up, exposing the soft curve of your stomach. You didn't bother pulling it down.
Through the open door, you could hear the distant pop of gunfire from Changkyun's game.
Your hand slid down between your thighs.
The first touch was tentative—a question rather than a statement. Your fingers traced your slit through the damp cotton of your panties, and the friction sent a shiver up your spine. You closed your eyes. Breathed in. The pillows still smelled like him, that cedar-and-salt scent that had haunted you for eighteen months of military separation.
Your hips rolled against your palm.
The slick, wet sound of your fingers working beneath the fabric filled the quiet bedroom. The panties grew damp, clinging to your folds. You pushed them aside, your fingertips finding bare skin, and the direct contact made your breath catch.
Let him hear.
You didn't muffle the gasp. Didn't bite your lip to keep quiet. You let the sound escape your throat—soft at first, then louder, pitching your voice just enough to travel down the short hallway.
Your middle finger circled your clit with practiced pressure. The heat began pooling low in your stomach, spreading through your pelvis like warm honey. Your hips arched off the mattress, the sheets rustling beneath you. The movement was deliberate. Every sound engineered to carry.
The gunfire from the living room continued. So did the clicking of his controller.
Keep going.
You pulled your tank top up, baring your breasts to the empty room. Your nipples were already tight, pebbled by the cool air and your own arousal. You cupped one breast with your free hand, thumbing the sensitive peak, and the dual sensation made you moan. Your tits are now completely exposed without taking your top off.
Louder this time. Unmistakable.
Your fingers worked faster between your legs, slipping through your wetness, circling and pressing and sliding. The tension built in increments—a tightening coil at the base of your spine, a fluttering in your inner walls. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving beneath the bunched fabric of the tank top.
And then—
The controller clicks stopped.
The game audio still hummed from the television, that low ambient warzone drone, but the frantic tapping of buttons had gone silent. You could picture him out there, his thumb frozen mid-motion, his head tilted toward the hallway. Listening.
Your eyes stayed closed. Your fingers didn't slow.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.
You didn't open your eyes. Didn't cover yourself. Your hand kept moving between your thighs, your fingers slick and relentless, as his footsteps grew closer and closer until the weight of his presence filled the doorway like a physical force.
You finally looked.
Changkyun stood in the doorframe, his headphones slung around his neck, his white tank top rumpled and his plaid boxer shorts hanging low on his hips. His chest rose and fell roughly, each inhale visible through the thin cotton. His dark hair was mussed, probably from running his hands through it during the game.
But it was his eyes that stopped your breath.
Those cat-like eyes were blown black, the warm brown swallowed entirely by pupil. They tracked down your body—your exposed breasts, your bunched tank top, your hand moving between your legs—with a focus that bordered on predatory. His jaw was tight. His full lips were parted.
He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
He didn't step inside.
The challenge in his posture was unmistakable. You started this. Finish it.
A flush crept up your neck, spreading across your chest. Your fingers faltered for half a second—self-consciousness threatening to break the spell—but then you saw his hand drop.
Changkyun's palm pressed against the front of his boxer shorts.
He palmed himself through the plaid fabric, his fingers curling around the thick outline of his cock, stroking with a rhythm that matched your circling fingers. The muscle in his jaw leaped. His eyes never left yours. Then, with a low, ragged exhale, he hooked his fingers beneath the elastic waistband, sliding his bare hand inside his boxers to grip his naked heat directly.
The visual cracked something open inside you.
Your hips bucked against your hand. Your fingers plunged inside yourself, two of them, curling up to find that spot that made your vision sparkle. The wet sounds were obscene now, filling the bedroom, and you didn't care. You wanted him to hear. Wanted him to see. Wanted him to know exactly what he'd been ignoring for a year.
Changkyun's strokes grew more urgent, his hand working himself with a brutality that made your mouth dry. He started to sweat on his forehead. His breathing turned ragged.
"Keep going," he rasped. His voice was gravel, rough and low and barely controlled. "Let me see you."
The command tipped you closer to the edge.
Your thumb found your clit, pressing hard, while your fingers continued their rhythm inside you. The dual sensation sent sparks shooting down your thighs. Your back arched off the mattress. The sheets twisted around your waist. You were panting now, gasping, your free hand fisting in the pillow beside your head.
His name escaped your lips like a prayer.
"Changkyun —"
His hand tightened on his cock. His teeth bared in something that wasn't quite a snarl.
"Come," he demanded. "Right now. Come while I'm watching you."
Your body obeyed before your mind caught up.
The climax hit like a shockwave—blistering heat that started at your core and radiated outward, seizing your muscles, curling your toes, ripping a broken sob from your throat. Your thighs clamped around your hand. Your vision went white at the edges. You could hear yourself crying out, could feel the rhythmic clenching of your inner walls around your own fingers, but it all felt distant, secondary to the weight of his stare.
Changkyun's restraint evaporated.
He tore the headphones from his neck, the plastic clattering against the ottoman as he dropped them. The sound was loud in the quiet room, jarring, but you barely registered it before his body was in motion. Three strides. That's all it took for him to cross the room, his bare feet heavy on the hardwood floor, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your spent body clench again.
He crawled onto the mattress.
The bed dipped beneath his weight. His knees bracketed your hips. His hands found your wrists, pinning them above your head with a grip that bordered on bruising. His face hovered inches from yours—that sharp jaw, those blown-out pupils, those full lips parted around ragged breaths.
"You," he said, his voice shaking, "are out of your mind."
"Took you long enough to notice."
Something flickered in his expression. Something wounded. Then his mouth crashed onto yours.
This kiss wasn't hungry. It was desperate. Devastating. His tongue pushed past your lips, stroking against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache. He kissed like he was apologizing. Like he was confessing. Like he was trying to crawl inside your skin and never leave.
His hands released your wrists, sliding down your arms, over your shoulders, cupping your face. His thumbs traced your cheekbones. His forehead pressed against yours when he finally pulled back, both of you gasping for air.
You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down again.
His mouth left yours, trailing down your jaw, your throat, the curve of your shoulder. He bit down at the juncture of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and the sting made you arch into him. His hands pushed your tank top higher, bunching it beneath your arms, until your breasts were completely bare.
Changkyun's mouth closed over your nipple.
The sensation was electric—his hot tongue circling, his teeth grazing, his lips sealing around the sensitive peak as he sucked. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there, and he groaned against your skin like the taste of you was the first water he'd had in days.
He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, his hands kneading the soft flesh, his mouth relentless. Your hips rolled against his, seeking friction, finding only the rough fabric of his boxer shorts. His cock pressed against your thigh through the plaid cotton—thick and hot and achingly hard.
"Changkyun," you gasped. "Please—"
He pulled back just enough to look at you. His lips were slick. His eyes were fever-bright.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me."
A sound rumbled from his chest—half groan, half growl—and he pushed himself up onto his knees between your legs. His boxer shorts came off in one impatient motion, his cock springing free. Thick. Curved toward his stomach. The head already slick with pre-come. Then he pulled your panties off, your pussy finally on full display.
He didn't enter you.
Instead, he lowered himself again, his body covering yours, and you felt the hot weight of his cock settle against your slit. He rocked his hips, sliding through your wetness, the friction maddening. The head of him bumped your clit with every stroke, and your inner walls clenched around nothing.
"Say it again," he demanded, his voice a wrecked whisper against your ear.
"Changkyun please."
He pushed inside you with one long, deep stroke.
The stretch stole your breath. Inch by inch, he filled you, the sensation both familiar and brand new. Your body remembered him—remembered the shape of him, the weight of him—but a year of distance had left you sensitive, every nerve ending firing at once.
He didn't move. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes screwed shut, his jaw tight.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel—I forgot —"
"Don't forget again."
Changkyun fucked you with deep, deliberate strokes—not the frantic pounding from the kitchen counter, but something slower, more intentional. He pulled out almost completely, then pushed back in, grinding against your clit at the bottom of each thrust. His hands framed your face. His thumbs wiped the tears you hadn't realized were falling.
"Look at me," he murmured. "Stay with me."
You couldn't have looked away if you tried.
His pace quickened by increments, his control fraying at the edges. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the change in angle made you gasp. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines on his skin. His answering groan vibrated through your chest.
Then he shifted.
Changkyun pulled out of you with a wet sound that made you whimper at the emptiness. But before you could protest, he was moving behind you, his body curling around yours, his chest pressing against your back. The spooning position. His favorite, back in the early years.
His hand found your breast, kneading the soft flesh, his thumb circling your nipple. His lips pressed against the curve of your neck. His cock nudged at your entrance from behind, and then he was sliding home, filling you again, and the angle was devastating.
"Better," he muttered against your skin. "Need to feel all of you."
He fucked you sideways with slow, rolling thrusts, his hips grinding against your backside, his hand still working your breast. His mouth never left your neck—kissing, licking, biting. His stubble scraped your shoulder. His breath came in harsh pants against your ear.
Your hand reached back, tangling in his hair, holding his mouth against your throat.
"Harder," you gasped. "Please, Changkyun, I'm so close—"
His free hand slid down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit with unerring precision. The dual sensation—his cock filling you from behind, his fingers circling your most sensitive spot—sent you hurtling toward the edge.
"That's it," he growled. "Come for me. One more time. Give me one more."
The world dissolved.
You came with a cry that was half-scream, your body convulsing, your inner walls clamping around his cock in rhythmic pulses. The pleasure was blinding—white-hot and all-consuming, wiping out every thought except the feel of him buried inside you.
Changkyun followed you over the edge.
His hips drove deep, his body going rigid, and you felt the hot surge of him spilling inside you. His groan was guttural, buried in your neck, his arms tightening around you like he was afraid you'd disappear. His cock pulsed with each release, filling you, marking you, claiming you in a way that had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with instinct.
For a long moment, neither of you moved.
The rain continued its rhythm against the window. The television still hummed from the living room, some forgotten battle still raging on screen. Changkyun's breath gradually steadied against your nape, his heart hammering against your spine in a slowing cadence.
His fingers traced your hip beneath the sheets. His lips pressed against your shoulder.
The heavy, intense focus from moments before began to soften, slipping away into a low, gravelly rumble against your skin that dissolved into a quiet, rhythmic snore.
He had fallen fast asleep, still heavy and securely buried inside you, and with a soft, breathless smile against the pillow, you let your eyes close and drifted into sleep exactly like that.
Hey! PSSST! I saw that you're working on an MX fic again and I gotta know! What are some of your filthiest thoughts about them?! And I mean FILTHY!
FILTHY, you say? I can do filthy. 😈 Absolute debauchery below the cut because I don't know that filthier words have ever been typed by my hands. 😳 I don't know whether to be impressed, ashamed, or thoroughly disgusted. 😂 Blanket warning for ALL things smut.
Shownu - This king will make love to you in ways you thought only happened in romance novels. He will worship your body like priceless artwork, because he's afraid of hurting you. Whether it's because of his nearly limitless strength, almost painfully long cock that reaches places within you that you didn't know existed, or his unending stamina. This man will go for hours without complaint, even when you're barely clinging to consciousness from overstimulation and sweat drips from him like rain. He will give you everything you want as long as you "keep cumming just like that princess"......
Wonho - Yes, this perfect specimen of man will always be included when MX is mentioned to me, it would be an abomination not to. I could go on for hours about how this man is a god between the sheets...built like one too.
His perfect, pillowy lips that will leave wet kisses across every inch of your skin, his massive arms that wrap you tight when he's thrusting into you like it's his reason for existing. His thick, vascular hands (which match his equally thick, vascular length that stretches you to the brink of insanity), that gently grasp your throat right when you're about to fall apart around him, so he can draw it out as long as possible.
Your fluttering walls will pull him over the edge with you, your hands a vice grip on the thick bands of his muscular ass as he empties himself as deeply inside you as he can get is his favorite thing. This man loves to fill you to the brim then readjust until you're laying on top of him, staying inside you as long as he can and reveling in the feeling of your pulse gradually slowing around his semi hard erection. Sometimes, if he's lucky, you'll be so worn out that you'll fall asleep on him and for a time, he's in heaven being as close to you as another human could get.
He likes to think he's open to try anything once and genuinely wants to do anything you ask of him, but if it involves marking you any worse than an accidental hickey, he hesitates hard. The thought of making you cry out in any way except as a result of mind numbing orgasms, genuinely breaks him. You might get a quick spank when he's bending you over in the kitchen before work because he just can't stand the thought of starting his day without being deep inside you first.
Minhyuk - I gotta admit this one has been an enigma to me for 11 years now. I do lean towards him being more of a dom though. Going out for a night on the town with him and his bandmates is not for the weak. Teasing your clit under the table all through dinner, until you have to feign choking because you just cannot hold it together.
Pulling you in to a dark corner, flipping your skirt up, and tearing your panties from you like tissue paper before stuffing them into your mouth and sinking his generous length into you. Rutting like a rabid animal until his release fills you up. "Keep me inside you little girl. We don't want the boys to know what a dirty slut you are for me...and in public too", he tsks before turning and walking away as if nothing happened, leaving you painfully horny and trembling against the emergency exit hallway.
Kihyun - DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻 DOM👏🏻!!!!!!!!!!!!! This man is a menace with a capital M! He will push every limit you have, to the point you question your own sanity. Spankings with leather paddles, ball gags, spreader bars, hand cuffs, this man will bop it, twist it, pull it, push it until you resemble a salty treat in an Auntie Anne's display case. He will torture your release out of you, drip by sinful drop, in 70 different positions because he can. His favorite thing is seeing you on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back and his throbbing length abusing your throat. Whether it's rivers of tears or drool sliding down your face, doesn't matter. As long as you're absolutely destroyed by the time he's done with you, he's happy.
Fear not though, his aftercare is absolutely GOD TIER. Warm bubble baths, hot oil massages while leaving wet kisses from head to and whispers of "I love you" and "my sweetheart" breathed into every inch of your oil slicked skin. Making your favorite dinner or sweet treat as you nap and then feeding you while you doze happily in his lap and he sings softly against your ear. You will never wonder how much you mean to this man.
Hyungwon - This is another one with dom tendencies and an obsession with edging you until tears squeeze from your eyes and his name is the only word on your tongue. While he thinks you're the most beautiful woman ever created, you're never prettier than when you're crying for him. On the thinner side, but with cervix bruising length, he typically takes it slow with you. Drawing out your pleasure as long as he can until fat tears line your lashes and you beg him to let you cum, then rendering you a quivering heap.
Don't get too comfortable though, sometimes he's gotta snap his hips and drive deep to hear the high pitched whines that wrench their way from your throat when he bottoms out against the back of your womb. Rarely one to turn you into a cream filled donut as he prefers to make a mess of you. Pearl necklaces, indeed.
Jooheon - The biggest switch I've ever seen. He gives me whiplash! He can and will mercilessly tease you every chance he gets, especially in public, while making a mental note of how many times your facade slips so he knows how many times he needs to bring his hand down across your bare ass before fucking you through the mattress. Pulling your hair just right when he's got you on all fours, edging you until you nearly black out from desperation.
Thankfully, on the other hand, he's also the perfect sub. They way he whines and begs when you're on your knees in front of him, kitten licking his thick cock instead of swallowing it whole like you both want. Looking up at you with tears in his eyes as you ride him wildly, cock ring snug against his base so he'll blow like a fountain only when you say so.
Changkyun - When I tell you this man eats pussy like his life depends on it. Burying his face between your folds like it's the only oxygen source or pulling you down to ride his face while his perfect nose digs into your clit just right and his tongue laps up everything you have to give. He can and will do it for hours; even if he has to tie you to the bed. The noises you make are prettier than any song ever composed.
Probably one of the prettiest cocks you've ever seen. Perfect length and girth; almost looks airbrushed because his skintone is so smooth. You will stretch to accommodate him, but once buried to the hilt, he fits like he was designed only for you.
Loves to feel your mouth on him, but will only ever come inside your pussy. Man has a deeeeeeep impregnation kink and you're not mad at it. You already promised each other forever anyway. Sometimes, you'll even egg him on. Begging him to give you both barrels and to imagine how your belly will swell with his child while placing his hand on your lower stomach. It sets him off like a rocket every damn time, making him cum so hard his lips go numb and his ears ring.
pairing: mx's shownu x fem!reader
word count: 883 words
synopsis: why would a hotel put a mirror on the ceiling?
!!!: mirror sex, overstimulation
a/n: saw a shownu selfie in his hotel room and there was a mirror on the ceiling. i also haven't written anything in 27346578632 years so the writing is RRRRRRUSTYYYYYY but i just needed to let this out lol and i just looooove shownu sm rn :')
Hyunwoo taps the hotel card on the lock and the door clicks open.
While he wasn’t bothered by the long drive, she clearly was. She speeds past him, releasing her grip on her luggage. It rolls off to the side and gently bumps against the wall. Her tote slips off her shoulder and falls to the floor with a thud, and she collapses face first on the bed like a sack of bricks.
Amused, Hyunwoo picks up her bag and sets it against the nightstand. This vacation is her idea, as most of their vacations are, and it follows the same pattern every time.
She’s enthralled by the idea of going anywhere just to get away from work. She swears she enjoys road trips because she loves looking out the window when they drive past bodies of water and landmarks. She seems to enjoy the first hour or two of it before she falls asleep, then wakes up grouchy because sitting in the car for hours makes her behind sore. He will ask a simple question and she scowls like he had stepped on a puppy.
While she’s sunken into the mattress, Hyunwoo tilts his head and observes the mirror mounted to the ceiling.
Why would they put one there?
His thoughts are interrupted by her whines as she turns onto her back and peers at him through heavy eyelids. His eyes dart between the ceiling mirror and her, and the dots start to connect. His curiosity arises, as does his polluted thoughts, but he tries to suppress them. He may be hot and bothered but she is just bothered, and he doesn’t want to worsen her discomfort.
“What’s the likelihood that mirror will randomly drop on us in the middle of the night while we’re sleeping?,” she asks after eons of silence.
He purses his lips to hold back laughter and crawls in beside her. “Hopefully zero.”
“What’s the point of a mirror on the ceiling anyway?”
He shrugs. “Aesthetics? Preferences?”
“What’s so aesthetic about it?”
He turns onto his side and guides his hand over her shoulder to her arm where he fixes a grip around her waist and pulls her closer. Her eyes widen at the abrupt closeness, but his gaze is fixed upon hers. “I don’t think it’s the mirror itself that’s aesthetic.”
She swallows. “What do you mean?”
One thing about her boyfriend is that no matter how much she gives, he is somehow severely depraved.
She was expecting a simple answer but knowing him, she had an inkling of where this was going to lead. Instead of a simple answer, clothes were tossed across the room and she’s pinned on her back, naked and vulnerable before her aerial reflection.
Being granted the view of what Hyunwoo sees every night makes her shy. It almost ruins the mood for her but it’s hard for her doubts and insecurities to stay alive when his mouth is doing unspeakable things between her legs.
Rather than staring back at her reflection, her eyes wander lower where she’s most distracted by Hyunwoo’s back. His muscles flex as he works his arms under her thighs and guides them over his shoulders. His lips never leave her swollen clit, greedy indulgence sending waves of pleasure through her limbs. She grows hotter as his hands run up her body and clutch her breasts. He palms them, then tweaks her hardened nipples with his thumbs. His groans rumble against her skin and she nearly loses her mind when he picks up his pace.
Perhaps he’s right.
The mirror is not the primary aesthetic.
The reflection that stares back at her is filthy imagery that is making her wetter. She is more ravenous than usual as she watches Hyunwoo lose himself between her thighs. He’s strong and beautiful, and the lesson is that she doesn’t admire him nearly enough when he’s making her feel so good.
“Oh..,” she pants, the stiffness in her thighs becoming familiar. “Fuck. Please.”
He knows.
He knows her so well.
His fingers ease inside her and she could’ve easily fallen apart right then and there. Her eyes roll shut. She yearns for the fullness but as soon as he sinks deeper, her thighs lock in around his head. His mouth and fingers are working in tandem, and she could’ve suffocated him from how hard her thighs are squeezing him.
But he doesn’t fight back. He is right where he wants to be.
His muffled grunts mingle with her desperate pleas. The man is persistent with prolonging her ecstasy, his tongue triggering wave after wave of pleasure. She tosses and turns from the sensitivity, but he proves to be much stronger.
When he is done, he hovers over her. The mess she leaves on his chin is almost embarrassing. It seems to be the opposite for him because he doesn’t spare her a second to ponder the embarrassment.
She gasps at the swift fullness. “Babe.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he groans, hands firmly gripping the back of her thighs after pushing her legs up to her chest. “But I need you so damn bad.”
She can barely see their reflection in the mirror, but that’s okay.
Her eyes can barely stay open when his desperation is playing out in slow but shallow, shallow thrusts.
pairing: kihyun x reader
wordcount: 8.1K
summary: you and kihyun have a comfortable arrangement. not quite professional, not quite personal, but it's enough. at least until someone comes poking around for clarity and drives you to wonder if this could ever be more than just in between.
genre/themes: plot with smut, MDNI, i think i was implying sw-er/sugarbaby-ish situation for reader, afab reader, jealousy, angsty, possessiveness. they're emotionally constipated as HELL. kihyun has a kiddo (brief mentions). idk this is not good but also not bad?
a/n: not me back with a fic after a several year break, lolol. full disclosure, this is an old WIP that felt finished enough to post. i'm not exactly back in my writing bag, but thought this would be fun to share at least.
“Anything else I can get you all?” you smile at the group of clients after offloading their whiskeys from your service tray.
“You, here,” a particularly confident one of the men smirks at you while patting his thighs. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you smile with your lips pursed.
“I think I’m out of your price range, hon,” you reply smoothly. As you walk away, his friends jump to tease him mercilessly.
“I’ll never understand how you manage to burn them so smoothly,” the bouncer standing near the bar chuckles as you return.
“Practice makes perfect!” you chuckle at him, your nose wrinkling slightly. Wonho smiles at you, crossing his muscular arms across his chest. For a moment, you pity the fabric straining around his mass, before the bartender brings you the next round of drinks.
“Table nine,” Hyoyeon smiles at you before you leave.
With practiced steps, you walk across the lounge and bring a variety of cocktails to what looks like a bridal party. The girls titter excitedly and you indulge them in their request for some pictures to document the night.
Handing back the phone, you turn to the bar and your eyes catch the gaze of one of the men in the group you’d served earlier. Like the rest of his party, he was wearing a suit, but his calm demeanor made him stand out. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring when he raises his eyebrows at you, teasing you for your gaze. Nervously, you shift your eyes away and continue on your path back to the bar, ignoring his shit eating grin.
“Why’s your face so red?” Hyoyeon probes nosily upon your return. “Did you do something embarrassing?” her eyes light up, always more than ready to tease you.
“You’re so annoying,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“I mean of course,” she grins cheesily, taking advantage of the slight lull to wipe down the bar. You laugh, returning a few empty glasses to her before setting up to roll silverware. The task passes quickly as you listen in on the bachelorettes’ very juicy gossip. You’re in the middle of exchanging glances with Hyoyeon when a customer flags you down.
“You better remember every damn word that they say,” you hiss to your bartender before returning to the group of men.
“Hi folks, what can I help you with?” you grin kindly.
“We’ll settle up please,” the quiet customer you’d caught yourself staring at early nodded at you.
“Of course. Any shots for the road?” you wink at some of the younger men playfully. They glance hopefully at the apparent hyung, who’d signalled for the bill. The face that he makes while contemplating his dongsaengs’ wordless request makes your heart flip flop. “I’ll be back with those and the check,” you smile cheekily at him after he relents.
Kihyun chuckles to himself. He had to hand it to you, you were an excellent server. Truth be told, he had not been particularly eager for tonight’s outing. It was his younger sister’s fiance’s bachelor party and he had been invited mostly as a formality. Kihyun had been expecting an awkward night of drinking, but you’d shown up as a blessing in disguise. You managed to pop in often when there was a lull in conversation and ask fun and interesting questions, which helped the night pass faster than Kihyun would’ve guessed.
“Here you are, sir,” you smile at him, breaking him out of his reverie. Glancing around, he noticed that the younger men had already finished their shots and were milling towards the door. You smiled at him kindly, presenting the check with a slight bow.
“Thank you,” he smiled, brushing your fingers lightly as he took it from you. You turned to leave, but a pair of fingers caught your wrist.
“Yes?” you regard him, heartbeat quickening.
“Earlier, you joked that he couldn’t afford you,” he spoke in a calm and metered pace. “I find myself curious...do you have a price?”
“I-, uh,” you blink, taken aback at the question.
“Uh-uh-uh, what?” he teases with a mischievous grin.
“Doesn’t everyone?” you finally gather yourself enough to answer. He smiles, eyes shifting into crescents as he signs the receipt.
“I’m interested in you,” he says simply as he stands up from his seat. “I hope to hear from you if you’re interested in me too.”
“What’s your name?” you find yourself asking.
“Yoo Kihyun,” he smiles.
“LN FN,” you offer up, accepting the check presenter from him. He smiles before turning to rejoin his party. It isn’t until after they leave that you realize his phone number is written on the customer copy of the receipt along with an absolutely unreasonably large tip.
...
Kihyun smirks into his glass of wine as he watches you work the room full of lawyers, city officials, and other rich folks. Tonight’s event was a fundraiser co-sponsored by his firm for an organization suggested by you. As a result, you were more motivated than usual to put on a good show. Kihyun doesn’t bother to squash the feeling of pride rising in his chest as you managed to lock down yet another sizable donation.
“Doing well?” he whispers in your ear as his hand slides to rest on your hip.
“Very,” you beam up at him, grinning from ear to ear. “I think we’re almost at our goal for the evening!”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your temple. You glow at his praise and you find your mind wandering to the way that the evening will, hopefully, end.
“Mr. Yoo, may I steal her from you?” another voice calls out, causing you to step back from each other. You turn your eyes to see Kim Youngkyun, the CEO of the tech startup that was co-sponsoring the evening. Kihyun nods graciously so you don’t catch the way his jaw clenches.
Youngkyun smiles, extending his hand out towards you to usher you to the dance floor. As he guides you, you marvel at his handsome face, wondering what you had done to garner this attention.
“You move so gracefully,” Youngkyun smiles, pulling you towards him.
“Thank you,” you giggle, blushing at his earnest statement. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Well it helps to have a great partner,” he winks.
“May I ask why I seem to have caught your attention?” you ask after a few moments.
“Well,” his brow furrows as he gathers his thoughts. “I suppose I admired the way you’ve been working the room tonight. If I’m not mistaken, you’re responsible for probably half of the donation commitments alone,” he laughs, “Which is really quite embarrassing for Mr. Yoo and myself.”
You giggle at his compliment. His nose crinkles as he smiles a gummy smile and your heart does a flip inside your chest.
“So tell me about yourself,” he prompts, turning you gracefully for a spin.
Kihyun grips his glass as he watches you glide across the floor with tall, dark and handsome Kim Youngkyun. The wine suddenly tastes bitter as he sees you blush and giggle at whatever it was that Youngkyun had just whispered into your ear. It reminded him of the way you were when you’d first entered into your arrangement with him. Always flushing nervously under his gaze in such an attractive way.
“Whoa, you grip that thing any harder and it’ll shatter,” Kihyun’s associate, Minhyuk, walks up with a laugh.
“Ah, yes,” Kihyun placed the glass on the bar, trying to act nonchalant.
“Night’s been quite the success,” Minhyuk remarks, following his partner’s gaze to the dancefloor. When his eyes find you and your dance partner, he smirks knowingly.
“Yes,” Kihyun nods, forcing himself to shift his gaze off of you and meet Minhyuk’s eyes.
“What’s it been now, three months?” the slightly older man asks, feigning nonchalance.
“Five,” Kihyun answers, not that anyone’s keeping track or anything.
“Ah,” Minhyuk nods vaguely.
“Say what it is that you want to say,” Kihyun snaps, sharp eyebrows furrowing at his longtime friend.
“I just...think she’s neat,” Minhyuk shrugs, downing the rest of his whiskey. He’s known Kihyun long enough to read his moods and tonight he’d prefer to be out of the line of fire when he snaps.
...
You chew your bottom lip as Kihyun drives smoothly towards your apartment. You weren’t sure why, but his mood had soured towards the end of the event and you could almost feel the waves of anger rolling off him now. You didn’t speak until he had pulled into the parking garage of your apartment.
“Did-, do you want to come in?” you ask nervously with your hand on the door. Kihyun’s jaw tenses before he answers.
“Yes.”
You smile, a slight tension in your stomach building as Kihyun parks the car and follows you up to your apartment. As you ride the elevator, you lace your fingers in his, wanting to feel close. He still doesn’t speak, but gives your hand a soft squeeze.
“Thank god,” you breathe a sigh of relief as you slip off your heels. You smile up at Kihyun as you smooth your hands over his lapels. “You look so good in this.”
“Ah, do I?” he arches an eyebrow at you as his tongue teases the corner of his lips.
“Yes,” you nod, grasping his lapels to pull him down towards you. “I was on the receiving end of quite a few jealous stares tonight,” you whisper, your warm breath just barely teasing his lips. His eyes flicker to your soft lips and he takes some solace in the fact that he wasn’t the only jealous fool of the night.
He grins and graces you with a small peck, even though he knows you want more. Your brow creases in confusion when he pulls away and your lips settle themselves into a pout. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he traces his fingertips across the low neckline of your dress, teasing the sensitive skin. You moan softly, fisting your hands in his expensive suit.
“You can be rough tonight,” you suggest, wanting to help relieve the stress that you can sense in him.
“Fuck,” Kihyun swears, face breaking into a genuine smile, “You’re so good for me,” he slides his hand up to grip your jaw firmly. Your stomach tightens at the pressure, neither too hard nor too soft, and you tug him towards your bedroom. He laughs and picks you up, carrying you towards the bed.
“I was looking forward to this all night,” you admit shyly as he sets you down on the edge.
“Oh really? I couldn’t tell with how cozy you got with Kim Youngkyun,” he sneered.
“Oh?” you respond, mostly focused on undoing the buttons on his vest. Kihyun grips your jaw again, directing your attention to his intense gaze. “I’m yours,” you reassure him before closing your mouth around his thumb, wet and warm.
“Show me,” he demands, shrugging off the jacket and vest. You nod, almost embarrassingly eager, working on the column of buttons on his crisp dress shirt. As the buttons come undone one by one, you press a kiss to each newly exposed area of skin. Eventually, you’re left kneeling before him and he towers above you.
You stare up at him with wide eyes as you trail your fingertips across the waistband of his pants. He’s already straining against them, but you know Kihyun to be extremely restrained when he wants to be. Purring contentedly, you flick open the button of his dress pants and pull down the zipper, placing a kiss on each hip bone as you tug them down.
“So pretty,” he remarks, stroking your hair gently.
“Your pretty slut,” you smile, stroking him through his satiny boxers. He laughs and nods in agreement, enjoying your teasing pace.
His erection flexes against your palm and you relish the throbbing heat before unsheathing it from its covering. You bite your lower lip as you stare down its veininess with anticipation. You stroke gently with your hand, enjoying the sensation and the way it knits Kihyun’s brows into a knot. Seeing his patient mood tonight, you continue teasing, planting soft kisses from his knees to inner thighs.
“Fuck,” he curses, fisting his hands in your sheets as you close your mouth around his cock. You grin. You always love when you get him to unravel like this. Humming with satisfaction, you bob your head up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace. Occasionally, you tease the tip, swirling your tongue around the hot, throbbing knob before swallowing back down to the hilt. “Enough,” he finally decides and pulls you off of your knees.
“You want to play? Let’s play,” he chuckles darkly as he carries you to the armchair that is conveniently located opposite a full length mirror. He plops you on his lap and spreads you open, directing your gaze to your own reflection. Your dress bunches up around your hips as his hands wander around your sensitive inner thighs. Your back arches into him when he finally strokes through your folds.
“Ki-Kihyun!” you gasp, gripping onto his thigh for support as his fingers explore your wetness. You move your head towards him, but he catches your jaw and forcefully redirects you to the mirror.
“Watch,” he instructed, “I want it imprinted into your brain exactly who you belong to.”
“Ah,” you pant, wide eyes watching as his fingers return to stroke dangerously close to your clit, but never quite close enough, “Please!”
“Please what?” he asks, making eye contact through the mirror.
“Kihyun,” you whine, blushing. One brow raises at you and you know better than to dally any longer. “Please, anything,” you beg, swallowing nervously.
“Anything?” he teases, his other arm snaking around your waist to secure you against him. His eyes twinkle as he raises his hand. For a moment you think he’s going to leave you hanging, so when he brings his fingertips down in a firm slap against your pussy, it sends you reeling.
“Ah!” you cry out at the stinging sensation. Your nipples tighten as you look at him, slightly bewildered and pupils dilated. He breaks out into a wide smile as he follows with a few lighter taps until you’re squirming against him.
“So good,” he whispers in your ear as he brings down another hard smack and the sound of the wet impact only serves to turn you on more. You’re gripping his knees desperately when he whispers, “I want to see you cum for me, just like this.”
Your turn panicked eyes towards him and he smiles and returns to work. He continues raining down slaps and taps on your swollen clit and despite your struggling and squirming, his arm keeps you firmly anchored down against him. Your head falls back against him a few times, but Kihyun is dead set on you watching your own unraveling so he redirects your eyes with a firm grip every time.
“Kihyun, please,” your voice breaks as you stare down his reflection. Even at this distance, your pupils look dilated and you let out an incoherent scream as you finally cum hard, squirting onto his fingers and the ground beneath you.
“So fucking good,” he smiles proudly at you, eyes turning into crescents as his tongue presses against his teeth. You slump against him, tired, and he picks you up suddenly.
“Kihyun!” you gasp as he throws you back on the bed. He looks at you kindly as he finishes undressing. Your eyes don’t know where to look as more and more of his body is revealed to you.
“I like when you look at me like that” he says contentedly as he climbs into bed with you. He pulls you against his chest and strokes the back of your hands softly as you relish in his warmth.
“You’re nice to look at,” you blush and you hear Kihyun chuckle behind you. As your breathing evens out, his hands start to wander. One strokes idly at the underside of your breast as the other teases the sensitive skin of your inner thighs
“Please just fuck me,” you finally gasp after a while of teasing, grabbing desperately at him.
“Ah? My little slut wants me to use her?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Please!” you beg, thighs squeezing together. Kihyun breaks out into a genuine smile. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you out of your mind with desire. Desire for him.
“What is it that you want?” he teases cruelly, hands digging painfully into your hip. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” you breathe, answering both questions simply. You press your hips back against him, trying to guide him towards your center, but he doesn’t cave. “Yoo Kihyun, please,” you try again.
“Good girl,” he rewards you with a big smile before lining himself up to drive into you deeply. You cry out at the welcome intrusion, relishing how you stretch to accommodate him. “Fuck, so good,” he murmurs, pumping at an unforgiving pace.
“Kihyun!” you moan, grabbing his wrist as he strokes into you. “May-, may I cum?” you ask when you feel yourself approaching the edge.
“No,” he stills suddenly, which makes you want to punch him. You pout, but you know it’s of no use. This man has a resolve of steel when it comes to orgasm denial. He pulls out of you completely before instructing, “Hands and knees.”
You’re visibly frustrated, but you comply, presenting yourself to him, hips high up in the air. You expect to feel his hands on you, but he surprises you by regarding you for a second and deciding he wants you down on your forearms instead.
“So pretty,” he smiles proudly as you lower yourself, hips angled upwards in an even more obscene way than before. You flush at his praise and your heart swells when you feel him behind you, pulling you against his shaft by your hips.
“Yours,” you encourage him, desperate to feel him inside of you.
“Oh?” he chuckles, tapping his length against your clit, “Mine?”
“Yes, your pussy,” you breathe, dropping your forehead to rest on your hands. “Use me, Kihyun.”
His pupils dilate at your words before he pulls you down on him, splitting you open again. You start to lose focus as he strokes into you, hard and deep. You’re almost glad to be face down so your neighbors will hear less of your absolute defilement. Kihyun’s grunts match his pace as he rams into you, toeing the line between pain and pleasure with skill.
“I wish you could see yourself, split open around my cock,” he sighs appreciatively. You squeak at his words, clenching tightly around him.
“So good,” he growls, spanking you with his free hand. “I’m gonna cum in that pussy,” he warns.
“Please,” you squeak, relishing his firm grip. Kihyun groans as his pace stutters slightly. He curses under his breath as you feel him unloading deep inside of you.
You purr happily as he slumps over you before pulling you both to your sides. You curl into him and he strokes your hair calmly as you both recover.
“You’re welcome to stay the night if you’d like,” you offer. You always offer, but he never takes you up on it. Tonight is no different. You pull on a light robe as he dresses and a question from earlier in the night pops into your head. You contemplate asking while walking Kihyun to the door.
“Kihyun?” you finally murmur, “Youngkyun asked me what the nature of our relationship was. Personal or professional...I wasn’t sure how to answer. How would you like me to answer moving forward?”
“Whatever you think is best,” Kihyun answers, fixing you with an unreadable gaze.
“Professional is probably most accurate, right?” you feign a smile, though your heart is screaming in your chest. Kihyun nods wordlessly before turning towards the elevator. He’d never admit it, but hearing you call Youngkyun by his first name makes his blood absolutely boil.
You rest your forehead against the door after closing it and sigh. While you knew that this was, technically, a professional arrangement, you’d be lying to say that you hadn’t grown attached. You knew you were a fool to keep asking him to stay the night, but that little bit of ‘what-if’ that welled up in your chest each time made it hard to stop. Slapping yourself lightly on the cheek, you willed yourself to snap out of it as you walked back to bed.
...
“YN!” Hyoyeon calls for you in the stockroom.
“Ah? I’m here!” you call back, hoisting a flat of beers to restock. Wonho was off today, so you were doing your best to fill in as the barback.
“There’s someone here to see you!” she told you excitedly, “He’s so hot!”
“Huh?” you furrowed your brows. Hyoyeon knew about Kihyun, so what other handsome visitor could it be? You set your load at the end of the bar before turning to see Youngkyun’s broad back. “Oh, ah!” you gasp.
“Oh good, I remembered right!” he turned to you with a wide smile.
“Ah, Mr. Kim, what are you doing here?” you bow at him, completely taken by surprise.
“Please, call me Youngkyun,” he blushed at the formality. “I told you I’d come visit you at work, right?”
“Oh yes, I just figured you were kidding?” you laughed.
“Why would I be kidding?” his brow furrows in a devastatingly handsome way. Behind him Hyoyeon eyed you with two thumbs up.
“People say things they don’t mean all the time,” you giggle.
“Ah, well I was being serious,” he reinforces, lifting his glass of beer to his lips.
“I see that,” you smile, glancing around the mostly empty lounge. No one seems to need anything at the moment, so you take a seat next to Youngkyun. “Did you need something specific?”
“No,” he shook his head, “Just was hoping to see you again. I enjoyed our dance the other night.”
“Me too,” you smile shyly. He flashes you a breathtaking smile.
“Ah, actually, I lied. I was wondering if you had found out the answer to the question that I asked you the other night.”
“Oh, ah yes,” you chewed your lip as you recalled the conversation with Kihyun. “Yes, professional.”
Youngkyun’s face split into a wide grin at your answer. You blushed, his transparency was something you were not used to yet, but you were more than flattered at his interest in you.
“Could I see you outside of work sometime? Personally,” he joked, thumb rubbing the glass. Hyoyeon’s eyes bugged out of her head as she began to nod furiously. The thumbs up were back in the air and you struggled not to laugh.
“I think I’d like that,” you nodded before exchanging contact information with him. Youngkyun beamed and downed his beer before leaving for other meetings.
“Okay, spill now,” Hyoyeon demanded before the door even closed behind him.
“To be honest, I’m not even sure I’m clear on what’s happened,” you murmur, never having been pursued so straightforwardly before.
“Well let’s start with who the fuck is he and how did you meet him?”
“I met him at that fundraiser thing that I went to with Kihyun last week. His company was co-sponsoring, so we chatted and danced for a bit. He’s the CEO of the startup,”
“Oooooh!” Hyoyeon squealed, fists shaking with excitement. “But you went home with Kihyun, right?” she asked, knowing about your current arrangement.
“Yes,” you nodded. “But that’s just...business?”
“Is it though?” she rolled her eyes at you.
“It is! I even asked, because Youngkyun had asked about my relationship with Kihyun and he confirmed that it’s just professional.”
“Did he really say that?” her jaw dropped.
“Well, I mean, I told him that professional was probably more accurate and he didn’t disagree.”
“Girl,” she planted her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes even harder at you than before.
“What?” you asked, feigning confusion.
“Well, what are you gonna do? Because Mr. Eligible Bachelor is coming in hot.”
“I don’t know,” you bemoaned, burying your face in your hands. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t sometimes think of something more serious with Kihyun, but he’d given you no indication that that was even on the table. Maybe it was time to make a change, you couldn’t be a sugarbaby forever, after all.
...
Kihyun glared at his phone after receiving your text. This was the first time in recent memory that you’d been unavailable for an evening. Of course, you had your life and things to keep up with, but you were usually free on Wednesdays.
“Stare at that any harder and your eyeballs might pop out,” his assistant, Changkyun, teased his boss nervously.
“Ah, are those the files?” Kihyun clears his throat, placing his phone face down.
“Yes,” Changkyun nods, handing him the packet of papers. “KimTech is asking for a response by the end of the week.”
“I think that’s do-able,” Kihyun nods, eye twitching at the mere hint of a thought of Kim Youngkyun. It frustrated Kihyun that he didn’t seem able to keep his cool, as they’d had a perfectly amiable business relationship prior to the fundraiser. Changkyun smiles and turns to pen an email back to Mr. Kim’s assistant.
“Changkyun?” Kihyun’s voice catches him before he leaves, “May I ask you something personal?”
“Of course?” the younger man nods, not letting on how surprised he is by the request. In all their years of working together, Mr. Yoo had always been fairly private.
“If you-, I mean, have you ever? No.” Kihyun stumbles over his words, trying to sort out his thoughts. “Do you think YN cares for me in a serious way?”
“Ah,” Changkyun breaks into a genuine smile, thinking of the woman that he had become friendly with over the past several months. “I do think she cares for you, sir. Although, if I may be honest, I don’t think you make it very easy for her to do so.”
Kihyun’s brow creases, which Changkyun, by now, knows is because he doesn’t understand but is also too proud to ask.
“I mean, your interactions are so superficial. I don’t think she knows about your ex-wife or Eunjun, and I don’t think she can really care about you because you don’t let her.”
Kihyun remains wordless and dismisses his assistant with a wave. Changkyun hopes he hasn’t overstepped his bounds, but reassures himself that if Kihyun had wanted to scold him, his ear would have already been bent.
…
You chewed your lip as you read and reread the text from Youngkyun. He had invited you to his place for dinner, wanting to avoid potential paparazzi that were likely to tail you if he were to take you out as he would prefer. Truth be told, it was preferable for you as well, since you hadn’t spoken to Kihyun since Youngkyun had visited you at work. It didn’t make you any less conflicted about it all.
You knew you were being childish in avoiding Kihyun, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him in person again. You had yet to make up your mind about what you wanted, much less pull together what you would say to him anyways. You always seemed to lose your rational mind when you saw him anyways, he just had that effect on you.
‘That sounds great!’ you finally respond to Youngkyun’s request. You should’ve been excited to be having dinner with “The City’s Most Eligible Bachelor”, but there was a terrible pit of guilt sitting at the bottom of your stomach.
...
“Fuck, what are we gonna do about this?” Changkyun hissed frantically at Minhyuk, clutching one of the daily rags.
“What?” Minhyuk asked, alarmed. Kihyun’s assistant was typically level headed and calm, so this was definitely out of the ordinary.
“This!” Changkyun whisper-shouted, thrusting the newspaper into the older associate’s hands. Minhyuk’s eyes scanned the paper before the color drained from his face.
“Oh fuck, this is not good.”
“You don’t think I know that?! I’m asking for your help!”
“I can’t fix that!” Minhyuk gaped, his mind racing. Whilst this particular news publication was practically known for being unreputable, he didn’t think that would particularly matter to Kihyun when he saw the picture of you with the headline “Unidentified woman seen leaving KimTech CEO’s apartment…Romance in the air?”.
“Good morning,” their boss’s voice rang out from behind them, nearly scaring them out of their skin.
“Good morning!” they reply a little too loudly, Minhyuk struggling to hide the paper behind his back.
“What’s so interesting this morning?” Kihyun asks, noting their strange behavior.
“Oh nothing,” Minhyuk chuckled, “Just another garbage newspaper publishing garbage, filling our streets with garbage. You know it really is such a crime that they’re allowed to waste precious paper. It’s a nonrenewable resource I think,” he chatters, crumpling the paper furiously.
“Let me see,” Kihyun stretches his hand out. Changkyun briefly contemplates eating the paper before Minhyuk hands it over. Their boss unfolds the newspaper and scans the headline. The slight clench of his jaw is the only reaction they see before he walks into his office and shuts the door behind him. Minhyuk and Changkyun glance at each other nervously, expecting a scream that doesn’t come.
...
‘When are you available? We need to talk’
Your face paled as you read this most recent message from Kihyun. After your picture had been plastered on the Daily Newz you weren’t surprised, though you had hoped he’d maybe come across it later in the day or even week.
‘Yes. I’m free tonight.’ you reply, hands shaky.
Kihyun instructs you to expect a car at 7pm. You send back a brief confirmation before setting your phone aside. You were already a ball of nerves and knew that sitting around hoping for more messages would do you no good. Instead, you got changed into gym clothes. If nothing else, going for a run would help you work off some jitters in the meantime.
The day passed quickly and it was almost seven before you knew it. You were dressed casually, in a pair of high waisted, black jeans and a cropped cardigan. You pulled on a coat before heading to the lobby to wait for the car. Eventually, Changkyun pulled up in a black town car and waved at you.
“Ah, Changkyun-ssi!” you smile. At least it was a friendly face driving you to your doom.
“YN,” he smiles back.
“Is he very mad?” you ask after he gets back on the road.
“He’s not...happy,” Changkyun answered after giving it some thought.
His boss had been in a very odd mood today. He had expected anger, yelling, or any sort of more severe reaction, but he and Minhyuk had been handling a very sulky Kihyun, which was new to the both of them.
You sighed and continued to wring your hands together. You had spent your day trying to sort out what you truly wanted. Where you had finally landed was this: you wanted to be more than just his sugarbaby, but if the feeling wasn’t mutual, you’d rather just end things now. As Changkyun pulled up a winding drive, you hoped you would have the strength to actually say that to Kihyun when you saw him.
“Hold on, I’ll let you in,” Changkyun held one finger up to you, so you waited for him to open the passenger door for you.
As you followed the young man up the steps, you felt dwarfed by the size of the house. If anything it seemed fitting. While you’d never been here before, everything about Kihyun’s life was extravagant, so it stood to reason that his house would be too.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” Changkyun smiled encouragingly at you after leading you to a room that looked like a study.
You waved softly at him before turning back to explore the room. Your eyes widened as you realized just how impressive it was. The dark, wood bookshelves spanned the entire area of the back wall and were filled with tomes. In front of that sat a large wooden desk and a few framed pictures on it caught your eye. You drew closer and were surprised to see photos of Kihyun with a small child. Your jaw dropped slightly as your eyes scanned images of him carrying an adorable little boy. The one where he was wearing a winter hat with bear ears particularly made you smile. Tucked away behind a few other items, you noticed a framed photo of Kihyun and a beautiful woman. Your heart sank as you jumped to conclusions. While Hyoyeon had certainly brought up the possibility of Kihyun being a married man, you had always insisted that you knew better than that. Perhaps you were wrong.
The sound of footsteps drew towards the door and you moved away from the desk in a panic, not wanting to be caught snooping. You were able to make it to the bookshelves a few feet away and were feigning exploring the titles when the door opened. You turned to see Kihyun entering the room. You typically saw him in a full suit, but today he had lost the jacket and tie with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“Hi,” you greeted him nervously, stepping away from the bookshelves and clasping your hands behind your back.
“Hi,” he nodded solemnly at you before moving to pour himself a whiskey at a side table. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to do with yourself until he gestured for you to sit down on one of the armchairs.
“How have you been?” he asked, not unkindly, after a sip of liquor.
“Okay,” you sighed, answer honestly. Your eyes searched his face for an indication of his mood unsuccessfully.
“Just okay?” Kihyun raised one eyebrow at you. You could tell that he wanted to make a snide comment about your date with Youngkyun, but had decided against it.
“Yea,” you answered softly, one hand rubbing the other wrist nervously.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he finally spoke after watching you closely. As angry as he was about your absence, he knew he didn’t technically have a claim to stake.
“Ah, yeah, a bit,” you bit your bottom lip, a little surprised that he was cutting to the chase like this.
“Why?”
“I-,” your voice dried up in your throat as you tried to answer. “I-, um, I’ve been doing some thinking and I’m-, I’m not happy being your sugar baby anymore,” you blurted out in a jumble.
Kihyun’s eyebrows raised at your statement. He supposed it made sense. It was a fine arrangement until a more age appropriate Kim Youngkyun came along to sweep you off your feet. Still, it surprised him to hear you say it so bluntly.
“I see,” he answered, maintaining a cool facade. “Well, you’re welcome to terminate our agreement at any time. Perhaps that’s now.”
You swallowed, a little surprised and disappointed that he hadn’t even asked why you were unhappy. Blinking back tears, you pressed your lips together and nodded with a shrug. Kihyun blinked, downed his whiskey, and left the room. Shortly after, Changkyun came to usher you back to the car. You were at least able to take pride in the fact that you made it home before crying outright, but that was really not how you expected the evening to go.
Kihyun sat at the edge of his bed, pressing his fingertips against his closed eyes in order to relieve the pressure. He’d spent all day rehearsing the way he had planned to ask you to date him in earnest, but when those words had spilled out of your mouth, it had wiped that idea clear off the table. He had been deeply in denial about the level of attachment he felt to you and the intensity of distress he was feeling now came as a genuine surprise.
…
You nodded your head and smiled politely as you mentally cursed Hyoyeon for dragging you on this double date. The endless mansplaining about fintech had you seriously considering scooping an eyeball out with your spoon. If you were reading things correctly, dinner was at least drawing to an end and you hoped to make an escape.
“Are you all interested in grabbing a few drinks?” Hyoyeon’s date, Sungho, suggested. Her eyes lit up at the suggestion.
“I need to run home, but you all should definitely keep the night going!” you responded with a weak smile.
“I should get going as well,” your date, Kyungsoo shrugged apologetically. While he hadn’t been the right date for you, he did at least seem able to pick up on your hint.
Hyoyeon and Sungho shrugged and smiled at each other peachily, neither too crestfallen about the turn of events. You made your farewells and as soon as you turned away from the group, your smile fell, reflecting your true mood. Heaving a sigh, you walked towards a nearby cafe and ordered a black coffee before walking towards the library. Slapping yourself lightly on the cheek, you tried to perk yourself up without success. You’d been in the same hazy funk for nearly two months now and it was getting truly embarrassing.
You fingered through titles as you sipped your coffee. You’d been reading voraciously, mostly because you were avoiding reality. As you skimmed the inner jacket of a promising romance novel, you felt a pair of hands grab at your pant leg and you jumped in surprise.
“Shh! I’m hiding!” the small figure whispered up at you insistently while peeking around the corner. You giggled and shifted so that your other pant leg aided in his attempt.
“Eunjun-a!” a soft voice called out from a few aisles over and the little boy behind you giggled uncontrollably. When they finally rounded the corner, both you and Eunjun looked at them with playfully guilty eyes and the woman laughed exasperatedly before bowing to you in apology. “I’m so sorry about this, miss,” she sighed, grabbing for the little boy successfully.
“Ah, it’s okay,” you laughed, “I don’t have anywhere to be. I’m YN, by the way.”
“Ah, I’m Miseon,” the young woman laughed, “And this is Eunjun.”
You shook their hands, delighted to have a distraction this evening.
…
Kihyun ran his tongue across his teeth as he fiddled with his cufflinks. He wasn’t nervous, per se, but this was the first fundraising event that he had attended without YN in many months. To add to the discomfort, it was another partnered event with KimTech and, truth be told, Kihyun was not looking forward to seeing YN on Youngkun’s arm. But it couldn’t be helped, he supposed.
“With Miseon for the evening. She’s aware that it will likely be a long night.”
“Good. Then I think I am ready,” Kihyun shot a small smile at his assistant. Changkyun nodded and the pair headed to the car. The drive was silent until Kihyun inhaled deeply before stepping out of the car. There was a slight media presence that he entertained briefly before entering the venue. He was immediately offered a flute of champagne and he couldn’t help but scan the room.
“Mr. Yoo,” Youngkyun approached genially, blissfully unaware of Kihyun’s long simmering resentment towards him.
“Youngkyun,” Kihyun shook his hand firmly. His eyes flitted to the date standing slightly behind Youngkyun and his eyes widened just slightly when he did not recognize them.
“Ah, this is my date, Jiyeon,” Youngkyun introduced, mistaking Kihyun’s eye contact for interest.
“Ah, nice to meet you,” Kihyun bowed politely before turning to greet other guests. As he made his way through the crowd, his mind wandered. Had Youngkyun tossed you aside after a few dates? Had you, perhaps, been the one to cut things off? Kihyun found his curiosity eating at him as the night went on and eventually he couldn’t keep himself from asking.
“Ah, that,” Youngkyun chuckled, “We just had that one dinner,” he scratched his head awkwardly. “Between the unfortunate media coverage and…your relationship, it just didn’t work out,” he shrugged genially. Kihyun blinked at the statement. Despite being several years his junior, the way Youngkyun smiled knowingly made Kihyun feel like the rookie.
“Ah, I see.”
“Shall we head home, sir?” Changkyun asked after settling in the driver’s seat.
“Where is Eunjun now? I’d like to pick them up, if they’re not already home.”
“Of course, sir,” the younger man nodded, sending Miseon a few texts before pulling out of the lot. Kihyun tapped his fingers against the car door as Changkyun drove. More than once, he pulled up a draft text message to you, but couldn’t quite think of what he wanted to say.
“Miseon said that they’re at this bookstore,” Changkyun pointed to the building after parking the vehicle. Kihyun cocked his head as he regarded the signage, it wasn’t a place he recognized but it seemed to be a book and toy store geared towards young children.
“Do you have children?” Miseon asked you inside the store as you watched Eunjun play.
“Oh no!” you laughed, waving your hands, “I don’t even have a boyfriend!” you were surprised at how okay it felt to say that to her. After spending the afternoon together, you found that Miseon had a very comfortable presence and you wondered if you could be friends in the future.
“Ah, but you like children, it seems?” she asked kindly.
“Yes, very much,” you smiled, “Though they wipe me out! I can barely keep up!”
She giggled, her eyes creasing into semi-circles as she nodded in agreement.
“Appa!” Eunjun shrieked suddenly, hurtling towards a man that had walked through the door. Curious to see what Eunjun’s father looked like, you craned your head and were stunned to see Yoo Kihyun.
“Ah, I should go,” you panicked, moving to sneak away while you still had a chance.
“Mr. Yoo,” Miseon stood to bow to the man, causing Kihyun to catch your eye mid-turn. The air seemed to still and your heart pounded into your throat as you stared. It had been months since you had last seen him, but he looked largely the same. His skin glowed and his suit cut a sharp silhouette, even with Eunjun cradled against his side.
“Ah, Mr. Yoo, this is YN. We met at the library, she’s been great with Eunjun,” Miseon smiles generously, gesturing to you.
“We know each other,” Kihyun finally spoke. His gentle and deep voice brought a flush to your cheeks, as it always had.
“Ah, what a small world,” Miseon laughed, sensing the tense energy between you. “Well, will you be needing me the rest of this evening, sir?”
“No, thank you Miseon. Would you like a ride home?”
“Ah, no need, sir!” she chuckled, “I don’t live too far from here, I’ll just walk!”
Typically, Kihyun would’ve insisted, but the opportunity to speak to you alone was too great to pass up, so he just nodded. Miseon said her farewells and before long, it was just the three of you.
“Are we going home?” Eunjun inquired, growing restless in Kihyun’s arms. Kihyun nodded before directing his gaze to you.
“Come with us,” he said, a gentle request.
“I-,” you swallowed nervously, “Your wife,” you probed.
He shook his head with a wry smile before turning to leave and hoping you’d follow. Without thinking, you fell in step behind him and rode quietly to his house once again. Eunjun spoke colorfully about his day with you and Miseon and Kihyun beamed at his son. You couldn’t fight the bubbling warmth in your chest as you watched the father-son pair together, almost painfully domestic. This was a side of Kihyun that you had not been privy to before.
“Wait for me in the study?” Kihyun asked. You nodded, so he moved to shepherd Eunjun to bed.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of deja vu, you’d walked to the study again. It looked the same as last time, but your emotions were different. Your heart pounded as you waited for Kihyun and you found that you could not sit still. To calm your nerves, you stood up and browsed the bookshelves, interested to see what Kihyun read. You were browsing an unfamiliar title when the door creaked open. You finished the sentence before turning to face him.
Like last time, he poured himself a drink before turning to regard you. You clutched the book to your chest as his eyes bored into you.
“It’s good to see you,” he finally spoke, moving to place his glass on the coffee table. You nodded, still at a loss for words, as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you didn’t hear his invitation to sit the first time.
“Ah, right,” you blushed after he repeated himself. You sat gingerly across from him, tapping your fingers against the book nervously. “Did you-, did you want to talk about something?”
“I thought I would see you tonight, but at the event, not with my son,” Kihyun remarked, his lips quirking up into a lopsided smile.
“Ah, why would I be at the fundraiser?” you furrowed your brow at him, “I thought you would’ve found someone else by now,” your round eyes showing genuine confusion.
“Hah,” Kihyun laughed bitterly, “Do you really think that?”
“I-, I,” you floundered for words, suddenly deeply regretting your choice to come here.
“I thought you’d be there with Youngkyun.”
“Why would I-?” you started to wonder before recalling your lackluster date from months ago. “Oh, we only had dinner the one time. Nothing else happened,” you chuckled. “Plus I wouldn’t-, I wouldn’t put you in that uncomfortable position.”
Kihyun cocked his head at you, visibly chewing his lip. Without a word, he reached out his hand, which you took without a thought. Using it, he guided you around the coffee table and onto his lap. You were surprised to find that it didn’t feel strange, despite the gap in time.
“I owe you some explanation,” he exhaled sharply.
“No, you really don’t,” you brought your hands up in protest.
“No, I really do,” he chuckled, looking askance.
“You asked about Eunjun’s mother. She’s out of the picture, has been for a while.”
You nodded wordlessly.
“I wanted more with you,” he continued, “But, it felt like too much to ask of you, so I just let things continue as they were.”
Your eyes met his.
“Wanted?” you asked, wondering if it was truly past tense.
Kihyun’s lips curled up into a sheepish yet wicked smile.
“This is cute,” he murmured, not answering you directly as his fingers toyed with a button on your cardigan.
“Ki- Mr. Yoo?” you squeaked, shifting slightly as your body reacted to his touch.
“Mr. Yoo?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, smirking darkly.
“I-, I don’t-,” you stuttered, thoroughly flustered.
Kihyun struggled to hide his smile. As adorable as you were when flustered, the more overwhelming feeling for him was the sense of relief at the fact that you were still affected by him. It was like letting out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Say it again?” he whispered against your neck, fingers keeping at the buttons.
“Mr. Yoo?” you flushed, turning away from him.
“Uh uh,” he teased, fingertips cupping your jaw possessively. He pulled your face towards him, his breath whispering against your lips. “May I?”
He was asking for tonight, tomorrow, and all the nights after too.
You nodded with embarrassing eagerness and he pulled you in. During a quick separation for breath, you scramble so that you’re straddling him so you can kiss him in earnest. He chuckles at your desperation, but his grip on your hips mirrors it.
“So eager,” he teases you, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. You flush, but don’t break his gaze before rolling your hips against him seductively. “Oh?” he laughs, eyes twinkling dangerously as he presses up against you, generating a delicious friction.
“Kihyun!” you gasp, hands gripping his shirt collar as he undulated beneath you.
“I need you,” he finally admits, hands sliding underneath your cardigan and across your smooth skin.
“Take me,” you consent, thrilled at his words.
Silently, he stands up, holding you against his chest as he carries you up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom. Your legs are wrapped around his waist until he deposits you on the bed and you grab his shirtfront to pull him down for a kiss.
