— When a curse turns everyone into their costumes, it’s your job to revert it before midnight — but Kihyun’s affected state turns your task awry.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ]
PAIRING — kihyun x warlock/witch! gender-neutral! reader
GENRES — magical! au, horror, smut
WARNINGS — use of magic/curse, established relationship, seduction, masturbation, slight degradation, corruption kink, cum-eating, mentions of blood and blades, mentions of anxiety
monsta x m.list | navi.
The party had taken a turn for the worse, everyone running rampant through the home acting like their costumes. Animals going feral, ghosts moaning at people without costumes, monster's gripping at others to use them for their own demise. All hell had broken loose, your hand reaching out to feel the cold energy all around — a curse was plaguing the get-together.
Your form barely made it through the crowd, stumbling up the steps in search for your boyfriend. Kihyun disappeared up the stairs into the bathroom when the Latin words were chanted, the house party with a few close friends and excesses shifting before your eyes. Your best friend abandoned your side the moment everyone shifted to rummage around in the pantry for food, your panicked state alone in the busy space making your teeth chatter.
Worry filled your body, making it to the second floor as your eyes scanned down the hall. Door after door, the place was unfamiliar to you. A new friend inviting you over on Halloween was fun in theory, but horrid in reality considering the circumstances.
Reaching for the knob of the second to last door, your ears caught a familiar sound. Kihyun's moans were light like whipped cream, the man's plump lips stuttering out your name. From the sound of his whimpers, you could tell his palm was wrapped tightly around his length. Your fingers silently turned the knob of the bathroom, opening it with a wicked sight to see.
Kihyun's demon horns headband had submerged into his skull when the spell was casted, your eyes matching with his bright irises as he pumped his hardened cock. Bent over the sink, his eyes had been struck on his own reflection moments before you came, his floating state engrossing him into the role. Head turned to meet your gaze, you stepped into the small bathroom. The man's hips slowed their speed as he watched you move around him, peripheral vision watching your every motion. Delicate fingers brushing over his lower back, the muscles tightened in tandem with your touch — his moans guiding your finger through the divots as your nails pressed into his skin.
"So rough," He was seething, tip of his tongue between his teeth in anger. "Corrupting me like I'm some pawn."
"You fell for me," you grinned. Your lips grazed over the lobe of his ear as he reeled at the feeling of your mouth on his skin. "Remember, Kihyun?"
His name triggered his hips to move faster, hips grinding into the marble countertop as he fucked himself with his hand. The pads of your fingers ran along the back of his neck, index and thumb pressing into his pressure points. He jolted his head, tilting back into your touch as he hissed.
"I hate the power you have over me, baby." he gritted. "But I love cumming to your touch even more."
His release splashed onto the counter, the bulbs of the small room flickering. His jaw went slack, tongue panting through his lips as he watched his white liquids be lifted from the cold counter by your fingers — the same digits delving into your mouth to suck away his taste.
His eyes flooded with sparkles, the small beads spreading crimson into his irises. You watched his teeth become longer, the man before you no longer the boyfriend you came with — only a demon.
“K-Kihyun-”
Your words were weak due to the screams emitting from downstairs, the crowd becoming seemingly panicked as the floor vibrated. Kihyun’s jeans were pulled back up around his waist, his arm surging by your body as you backed up. Stuck between the creature and the door, his eyes only grew brighter, snake-like tongue passing through his lips. His words were like blades, “You did this, didn’t you? Use your spells on innocent people, and me — just to play with us?”
Your eyes squinted as you winced under his touch, chanting the Latin words under your breath. His fingers circled your skin before gripping at your windpipe, nails sinking into your neck as he choked you. “Don’t fix it now, baby. We’re all having fun. Don’t you want to-” His head moved beside yours, tongue grazing your jawline with a wet lick as you whimpered in the midst of the spell. “-have fun?”
Your ears were hot with the tightening grip he had around your neck, the faint sound of a grandfather clock downstairs echoing. His hand only tightened, the last two syllables of your own chant breaking the curse at the stroke of midnight with the bell of the clock ringing through the home.
Kihyun’s eyes glazed over with concern, your face filling with heat from the loss of oxygen. Your boyfriend panicked, yanking his hand away to hold you up by your hips. Falling into his chest, he held you, spitting out words you could hardly hear as the blood rushed into your ears.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What happened?” His eyes were investigating your entire body, attempting to find what the curse had caused towards you. Without himself in the spotlight, you shook your head, gliding your head against his chest to press your ear to his beating heart — the sound mulling your anxiety away.
“A curse. Someone spoke a curse and turned everyone into their costumes.” you choked out.
Kihyun’s form lifted your feet from the ground, swiveling you around to open the door. The crowd below had fallen silent in a confused state, wondering why the house was a wreck as they helped each other stand and clean up.
“You saved us.” Kihyun glared over you, pushing you back into the bathroom. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, his eyes shut as he took in a deep breath. His head fell into the crook of your neck, the headband over his skull protruding against your skin before slipping off his silky strands to the floor. You watched the accessory that had overtaken him slam into the tiles of the room’s flooring, eyes closing shut as the house filled with the sound of the party reforming below.
