#okay... but. but why does kihyun look like that?....

[lostbookmark]

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MDNI 18+

Summary: After four years your sister's ex-boyfriend comes back into your life. Can you keep your entanglement a secret? Will the guilt eat you alive? 

Pairing:  Sisters ex Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader. 

Genre: SMUT, angst, hurt - comfort, romance. 

Warning: Explicit sex, fingering, Possessive Yoongi, swearing, reader is insecure, jealousy, punishment, unprotected sex, drinking, dirty talk, praising, very light degradation, spanking, spanking as punishment, teasing, hair pulling, arguments. Overuse of the name, baby.

A/N Edited by me aka I just throw commas in and see if my document corrects it. 

Yoongi is a bit…mean(ish) in this one. 

Yay!! I have the next 2 chapters written. Posting will be every Sunday US time. 

A little SMUT under the cut. 

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Kevin….Kris….Kihyun. No, none of those names sound right. He's good-looking and easy on the eyes, pretty smile but boring as hell. It's been a week since Yoongi took you home after the intense night you shared. You had stayed the night, and the next morning, you made up an excuse for needing to get home. You were scared to stay longer, afraid he would kick you out. He never questioned you or begged you to stay.  You exchanged numbers, but he never contacted you. You felt defeated.  You didn't tell anyone. Not Lisa or Jisoo. They would never let you live it down. Maybe this is why you let Lisa talk you into showing up at the “hot guy she ditched you for” house party. His name is Jimin. He seemed okay, you guess, but you haven't really gotten to know him. Her love interests never last long. Key…Kang…Kyle. That's it! You think his name is Kyle. 

“I just got back from Milan,” Kyle boasts. He is giving you what you think is probably his most charming smile. “I'll be heading to London again soon. Got quite a few photoshoots lined up. Mostly magazines, but I got a commercial too. I even have some contacts for Paris fashion week. I'm going to be a big deal.”

You really don't care, and you know that sounds mean. Why did Lisa introduce you to him? Did she really think you would hit it off with him?  Damn Lisa for making you come here. Damn Yoongi for not calling or texting you. Damn him for making the feel of his touch still linger on your skin.  Did you do something wrong? Were you just bad at sex. You know that you are pretty inexperienced, but it seemed like he enjoyed himself. He even cuddled you after he cleaned up with a warm washcloth. He was a pure gentleman. He even ran a hot shower for you as he made a quick snack afterward. You may or may not have tried to remember the brand of his shampoo. After some light bickering, he let you sleep on his side of the bed.  So, why didn't he call? Was there someone else? Oh my god! Were you the side piece? Of course, someone like Yoongi would have someone waiting for him.   

“Lisa said that you two have been friends since you were young. You work together too, right? ” Key…no Kyle said and you nod your head.

“Yeah, umm..” You started but were interrupted.  

“Baby,” you turn to see Yoongi staring daggers at you. How the hell did he know you were here? You're pretty sure that your jaw is on the floor right now. Yoongi places himself right behind you. He rests his chin against your shoulder and hands coming together around your stomach. “Who's your friend?” Why does he say it so calmly despite his glaring eyes? 

You freeze, your body rigid, and can't say anything.  One week, it's been one week, and now he's right here. You don't know what to say. Are you supposed to throw yourself at him after he ignores you? You wish you could throw a shitty comment his way, but you don't. It's not who you are. You wish you could tell him that since he isn't interested, maybe you will go home with Kyle. He looks at you and Kevin…no Kyle impatiently. His glare, thankfully, is fully on Kyle now, and you don't want it back on you. Nope, you are definitely not going to say that, even if it’s a lie. 

“Hey man, I'm Kai,” Kai that's his name! You knew it started with a k. “Didn't know she had a boyfriend. Lisa lied to me. Sorry about that.” Kai apologized and rushed out of there. Literally, he walked away as fast as his legs could carry him. You wish he would take you with him. Technically, you guess Lisa didn't lie. 

You turn in his arms to look at Yoongi fully. He looks pissed. You don't know if you should be scared, angry, or turned on. Is it possible to be all three? His eyes looked hard, unlike a week ago. It seems like such a long time ago. Maybe it was just a fever dream, and you made it all up. This Yoongi is different, and it is making you anxious. 

“We're leaving,” he breathes heavily in your ear. 

He takes your hand and threads your fingers through each other. He starts heading for the door, and you have no option but to follow him. You don't want to fight him and cause a scene. You try looking around for Lisa, hoping you spot her. You don't see her, but you do catch a glimpse of Kyle…Kai chatting up another girl. She seems thoroughly excited about it. Good for her. Looks like you probably dodged a bullet there. When you get through the door, you notice his car just down the street a little ways. Lisa picked you up earlier, and now you're kicking yourself for it. Yoogi practically rips the car door open and looks at you expectantly.  He holds the door with one hand while his other is on his hip. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asked. His stare is still cold. “Do you want me to go get Kai for you? Do you need him to help you?” 

“Wh…what? No, why would I…” you were cut off.  

“Get in, baby. I'm already mad, don't make me tell you again,” he told you.

With one last look back at the house, you get in the car. The same car and spot you sat in a week ago. God, a week ago, you were shivering with anticipation. Now, you were confused and honestly a little scared. Where was he, and why was he acting like you had done something wrong? You knew deep down that Yoongi would never do anything to hurt you. However, this is a side of him you have never seen. You didn’t see it years ago either when he was still with your sister. Even during their fights at the end of their relationship.  You even spent a lot of alone time with him back then, annoying him. He never snapped at you. When you couldn't figure out how to parallel park, he never snapped at you. When Lisa got you drunk at homecoming and he had to pick the two of you up, he never snapped at you. He never did anything like this. 

“Cold?” He asks you. You're rubbing your hands together. 

“A little,” you answer softly. You want him to grab your hands and warm them with his own. Instead he cranks the heat. 

The only sound in the car was from the radio and the heat blowing on your cold fingers. You don't know what the song playing is, but the deep bass is slow. It's almost comforting. You want to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Maybe if you go to sleep right now, you'll wake back up in his bed, and you can redo everything. Obviously, that's not possible. Your eyes slide over to him. He's concentrating on the road, and there's a small tick in his jaw. His hand had stayed on the steering wheel. His knuckles were white with his grip. He didn't touch you, not even once. You want to cry. What did you do? Why is he so mad? How did he find you there? What did you do?  The song on the speakers switched to something less moody, and your eyes moved to look out the passenger window. The sky is clear, the stars shine bright and twinkling in the late night sky. You didn't care for it.  Not even one little bit. 

That soft yellow glow of the bedroom was exactly the same. So were his sheets and pillows. The memories were completely vivid and fresh in your mind. The sound of your skin slapping together, his grunts and your gasps. The way he held you when you drifted off to sleep.  You look at Yoongi sitting on the corner of his bed staring at you. His elbows resting on his knees and his right knee bouncing slightly You can't tell what he is thinking. You stand next to a large desk in his room. You think he must use it for work. There's messy paper everywhere and pens scattered all around. You try to focus and see what's on the paper but can't make out the scribbles. Poems, maybe? Does he write? You can't remember if he ever mentioned wanting to write back then. Maybe you didn't pay close enough attention. 

“Look at me,” he snaps at you. Your eyes immediately obey his command. “What were you doing  there with Kai?” Yoongi spits his name out in disgust.  

“I…I..Lisa introduced us. We were just talking,” you said softly. “I don't know him.” 

“So, you were just going to go off and fuck someone you don't know?” He asked and you were taken back. He was basically snarling at you. 

“NO!” You cried out. “I wasn't.”  You were getting worked up. “Why do you care? I haven't even heard from you in a week.” You shocked yourself by actually saying that outloud. Shit. You can't take it back now. 

Yoongi didn't seem amused by your outburst. Cracking his neck, he stood up from the bed and stalked up to you. You wanted to take a step back, but that messy desk prevented you from doing so. Yoongi rests both his hands on the desk, caging you in. His breathing and the sound of your own heart beating in your ears ring loudly in your ears. He runs the tip of his nose against the shell of your ear. Goosebumps race down your arms. Your body betrays you, wanting you to give into him. 

“You know,” he whispers in your ear. “The phone works both ways, baby. Get on your knees.” 

You swallow thickly. You aren't exactly sure what he means. Right here on the floor? On the bed? You decide not to make him wait and drop to the floor right in front of him. Are you supposed to undo his pants? Is that what he wants? You have never given a blow job before. Maybe you can fake it and figure it out as you go. You’ve seen porn. Just don't bite him, and you'll be fine. Your hands reach up and start to undo his belt around his hips. Yoongi chuckles a humorless laugh as he swats your hands away.  Oh, that's not what he meant. Tears well in your eyes out of embarrassment. 

“On the bed. On your knees, ass up,”  he snickers at you. 

You stand up slowly and walk with your head down to the bed. You don't want him to see the unshed tears or your embarrassed face. You know it's red. Your knees hit his mattress, the sheets are still soft. You lean down onto your elbows as you look at him, and he shakes his head at you. God, you probably look like such an idiot for not knowing what to do.  Yoongi walks over to you and puts his hands on the back of your shoulders, and pushes you gently down. Your chest and the side of your face meet the bed. He turns your head gently to look at the other side of the room. There's nothing to see over there besides his closet.  You feel the dress that you're wearing starts to rise up. Yoongi next adjusts your hands. Making sure that your fingers are interlocked above your head. You feel him get closer to your face. His breath tickles your ear. 

“Are you okay?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you say meekly. 

“Good. Stop me anytime,” he tells you as he kisses below your ear. “You thought I was ignoring you? You think that’s why I didn't call you?” He asks, but you don't answer. You can feel him slip your dress completely up and over your ass as he stands behind you. “Yes or no, baby?” 

“Yes,” SMACK! As soon as you answer, he spanks you. It wasn't overly hard but just enough to sting. Your body goes rigid, and your eyes widen comically in surprise. Oh! You honestly were not expecting that.

You wait for him to say something, but you're just met with silence. You don't feel his presence near you. You strain your ears to try and listen for him. Did he leave the room?  

“Y..Yo..Yoongi?” you asked softly and he didn't respond.

Suddenly, there was a tick…tick..tick noise in the room.  Slowly, you turn your head, and you see him sitting at his desk. His shirt is off, hair beautifully messy,  pants undone, but nothing obscene showing. Tick…tick…tick. It's one of those music things, a metronome you think it's called. The pendulum swings back and forth again and again. Tick… tick…tick. Yoongi is watching you kneel on the bed while playing with it in his hands. He almost looks bored. 

“Turn back around,” he tells you slowly. You turn your head back around. Tick…tick…tick. “You know what i was thinking all week?” He asks you. “I thought I was a horrible person. Did I force you here? Did I make you do something you didn't want? You wanted out of here so bad the next morning I thought you were going to have a panic attack.” 

The chair groans a little bit. You can only assume that he got up. You can hear the clicking of his belt buckle as if he's walking to you. You anticipate his touch, but again, nothing. Tick…tick…tick.  The oscillating noise is putting you on edge. The sound of his belt tells you he's close. Your breath is starting to come out as pants as adrenaline starts to flow through you. Your interlaced fingers twitching. 

“I wanted to give you space. I see that was the wrong thing to do. Why didn't you get a hold of me, baby?” He asked. You still can't see him.  

“I didn't want to bother you,” you mumble. SMACK! SMACK! You press your hands together tightly and screw your eyes shut.  Tears blurred your vision as they started to fall. You sucked in a shuddering breath.

“You could never bother me. Instead of talking to me, you decided to ignore me to fuck around with Kai? How do you think that makes me feel?” His voice raises some. SMACK! His hand gently starts rubbing your reddened cheek. Soothing the stinging with his cool palm. You hear him take a deep breath.  “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say through tears. “I'm fine.” You really were. “I didn't…” 

“What?” Yoongi asks. His hand is still gently rubbing your reddened skin. 

“I thought you realized you made a mistake. I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for you. I'm not like my sister,” you hiccuped. You pressed your hands tightly together before he delivered the next smack. It never came. Tick…tick…tick.  

“Why would you compare yourself to her? Why didn't you say anything?” He asked. His hand stroked some hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. The strands were wet from tears. 

“Have you met me,” you try to joke through tears. You highly doubt Yoongi thinks it's funny. Yoongi leaned over to look at your tear stained face. Bending down, he kissed the tears away. You close your eyes and welcome him. He's here. The soft, gentle Yoongi is here now. 

Yoongi moved again and stood behind you. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and slowly slid them down your legs. His fingertips tickled the outside of your thighs as they traveled down. He lifted your knees one at a time so he could completely remove them from your body. Then, nothing. Why does he keep disappearing on you? You were tempted to turn and look for him again. Tick…tick..tick. Suddenly, his tongue is on you. You close your eyes and sigh, escape your lips , and fingers tighten together.  You push your hips back against his face to get him closer. His tongue swirls magical circles against your bundle of nerves.  One week, and you realize how much you missed this. How starved for his touch you were. You should have made the first move. This all could have been avoided. He was right. You didn't think about how he felt.  You shouldn't have gotten in your own head. You always get in your own head. Yoongi pulls away. Disappointment floods through your body.  Disappointment doesn't last, though. You hear his belt rattling, and pants hit the ground. He roughly pulls your body to him in one smooth move. Your own clothed back to his naked front. He gently tangles his hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Just like that, gentle Yoongi is gone.  Dipping his head, he slants his mouth over yours. Tongue demanding entrance. You relax and press your tongue against his, tasting yourself on him.  Soon, he lets go of your lips and hands roughly yank your dress down to your waist. You thrust your hips back with an arch of your back. He's hard. 

“Still good?” He asks again, hands and slowly coming up to cup your naked breasts. His fingers tweak your nipple. It sends a jolt right down to your core. 

“Yes, Yoongi,” you reply somewhat breathlessly. 

Yoongi pushes you forward so you were down on the bed again. Chest flush with the bed, ass in the air. His hands grip your hips, bringing you back to him. You feel him run his cock up and down your wet folds. Dipping the head in and taking it back out. He does this several times and it's driving you mad. You try to swivel your hips but he completely backs off with an airy laugh. SMACK! He slaps your ass once more. Grabbing your hair again, he pulls you up   savagely against him. His arm crosses over your chest, hand on your shoulder. He's supporting your weight against him. You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder. Chest rising and falling with every pant of your breath. 

“I should have fucked you in front of him,” he hisses in your ear. “That way you wouldn't have to doubt me again. Everyone at that party would know your mine now. Kai….Lisa….Jimin.” 

 Yoongi's free hand cups your pussy, giving you teasing strokes. Teasing just like before. Fingers enter you shallowly just to pull back quickly. You look at him and you don't even have time to question him before he's answering you. 

“How do you think I found you tonight? We work together, baby. He likes talking about Lisa.” He explains with a chuckle. “Lisa… she likes to talk about setting her pretty little friend up with a date, but her friend is kind of shy. I took the chance that she was talking about you. Lucky me, huh,” Yoongi answers you as his fingers finally start pumping into you. Your wet, you thought maybe too, went given the situation. Your noises make it obvious how much you are enjoying this. “Too bad you're not available. Kai was pretty good-looking.” 

“Please, I'm sorry. I need you. Yoongi, please,” you beg him. Yoongi kisses your neck. Lightly sucking on your sweat slicked skin as his fingers pump into you faster. Marking you, making you his.

Yoongi lets his grip on you go. You fall to the bed and scramble to get back onto your knees in front of him. You lift your head and look over your shoulder at him. Trying to beg him with your eyes to do something…anything.  Tick…tick…tick. Yoongi finally grips your hips and pulls you back to him. Leaning over you, he places you exactly like he had you before. Chest flush with the bed, hands above your head. Rubbing your red marks with his hand, he deals one more blow before he sinks all the way into you. You sigh. He feels like home. 

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[lost-inthedream]

Thoughts on Monsta X + Wonho

Part I - Their couple item with their partner Requested

Pairing: Monsta X vs gn reader

Genre: fluff

length: super short (messy headcanons format)

Bonus song rec: Dope Lovers, by DPR IAN

Shownu:

I see something classic for shownu, so you would wear matching rings, preferably silver ones. Maybe chain or spinner-designed. Also, he constantly kisses the back of your hand and he loves to see the ring hugging your finger.

Minhyuk:

Okay, he is not a typical person. I don't think he would ever consider people around to know you and he have a special item. That's why you actually sleep wearing matching pajamas. Maybe they are pink or any other pastel color of your choice, they also feel so smooth against your skin.

Kihyun:

You guys often match colors! That's not about a pinned item. You go to parties wearing the same color palette and this is just so nice to look. That accentuates how good you all look together.

Hyungwon:

Bracelets! Very fine and expensive bracelets, Hyungwon wants them to last forever. That fact tells a lot about him. You know he is very serious when he says you all have a compromise. It's so easy to trust him, he never breaks a promise and your bracelets have charms that attract one another T-T

Jooheon:

Collars. First, he made a collar with your name and you went crazy with that, like, he made it so obvious to everyone. Boy is a sucker for you, he is all in, babe. Do I need to say that you surprised him with his name on an accessory as well??

Changkyun:

This is controversial, I know, but if you are really important to him he will get a tattoo that represents the magic you have brought to his life. I don't really think he believes in being forever with someone, he does not mind if you all break up someday. He is okay with the mark you have left all the same.

Wonho:

I do believe you have many couple items. Simply because he buys things for you and they are too cute that he wants to have his own copy too. I would say accessories, squeeze bottles, sneakers, tees.

[jae-bummer]

A Little Jealousy

Request: I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTSSSSSS T_T But I don't wanna be greedy or anything so . . . Please pick one of the following for MX! 4, 7, 9, 11, 15, 16, 19, 20. I literally could not pick one! I am okay with ANY of these, but I'm really curious to see them. I asked for Kihyun last time, so any other member this time please! <3 Maybe Minhyuk, because my heart misses him so T-T

Prompt:

7) "I'm not jealous!"

16) You and your bias kiss to prove you don't have feelings for each other.

Pairing: Monsta X Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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A low whistle greeted you as you walked into the living area.

"You look hot," Changkyun growled from his spot by the window. He was laying on the floor, shirtless, sunning himself like a lizard.

"You look hot," you laughed in return. "Like temperature wise. Why are you laying in the sun?"

"Hot water's out," he muttered. "I became a Changkyun-sicle trying to wash up."

You shook your head before plopping on the couch. "Where's Min?"

"Likely incurring the wrath of winter," he grumbled. As you continued to stare at him, he motioned toward the hallway. "It was his turn to shower."

That explained the high-pitched scream you heard while you were getting dressed.

As if being summoned by his name alone, you heard a door down the hall creak open, and footsteps pad out. Stumbling into the room with you, Minhyuk scrubbed a towel over his still damp hair. You tried to keep your eyes focused on his face, but it was difficult when all he was wearing was a pair of pajama pants slung low across his hips.

"Y/N," he hiccupped in surprise, immediately dropping his towel to cover his torso. The tips of his ears were turning redder by the minute. "I thought you had left."

"Nope," you croaked, trying to clear the sight of Minhyuk's body from your mind. "My Lyft driver is stuck in traffic."

"Right," he nodded, sidestepping toward the other side of the room. Reaching into the coat closet, he pulled out a hoodie and yanked it over his head. "I was too busy being naked to mention it, but you look gorgeous."

"Thank you," you said, unable to maintain eye contact. Minhyuk was always the first to dish out a compliment (or his opinion in general). His words had an easy way of causing you to blush, whether he was poking fun or genuinely gassing you up.

"Where are you going looking like that?" he asked, dropping onto the couch beside you.

"I have a date," you said quietly, still refusing to look up. It had been a long time since you had actually been out with someone, let alone someone you were hopeful about. "Changkyun introduced me to-"

"Who?" Minhyuk cut in before you could finish.

"Hyungwon," Changkyun hummed dismissively. "Boy has no game."

"Hyungwon!" Minhyuk gasped.

You turned to look at him, furrowing your brow. Changkyun and Minhyuk circulated the same circles and had mostly the same friends. You had assumed that if Changkyun offered to set you up with someone, Minhyuk would approve as well. Not that you needed his approval...it just...would have been nice.

Your relationship with Minhyuk was something you could brag about. He was such a passionately good friend that even his quirks didn't ruffle your dynamic. He was loud, energetic, and a shock to the system for many, but those were the people that didn't get to see him in his quiet moments. He was so soft and sweet. It was hard to grapple with the intrinsic need to cuddle him and simply take care of him.

"That was the name I said, yes," Changkyun sighed, glancing up at his friend as well. "What's the problem?"

"W-well," Minhyuk struggled. His brain was working overtime. "He's not dateable! Like at all!"

"Name one reason."

"Okay," he hummed, thinking. Launching up from the couch, he exclaimed, "He smells bad!"

"Oh, come on," Changkyun laughed. "He does not smell bad."

"He does!" Minhyuk insisted, beginning his pacing.

You were shocked that he was acting this way. Normally, both Changkyun and Minhyuk were supportive of almost all of your endeavors. Amazingly, that seemed to not include dating.

"Min," you laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes followed him as he walked back and forth. "Why are you acting like this?"

Changkyun sat up instantly, grinning mischievously. "I can tell you why."

Minhyuk paused his steps and shot a glare in the younger man's direction. "I just want what's best for you, Y/N!"

"Oooor," Changkyun purred. "He's jealous."

Changkyun's words landed like a slap. You were stunned by the possibility he presented. There was no way that Minhyuk could be jealous of you seeing someone else. That just wasn't like him.

Or you assumed it wasn't. Thinking back, you hadn't been in a serious relationship since your friendship had started. He was very protective of your time together and... well, protective of your attention in general.

"I'm not jealous!" Minhyuk groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What reason would I have to be jealous?"

"Maybe, and try to follow me here," Changkyun smiled. "You like Y/N."

Your mouth popped open in surprise as Minhyuk looked around the room, panicked.

"I love Y/N," Minhyuk nodded, avoiding eye contact. "We all do."

"Noooo," Changkyun chimed. "We do love Y/N, but you loooove Y/N."

"For fuck's sake," Minhyuk muttered, covering his eyes. "Stop trying to stir the pot! There is nothing to be stirred!"

"Oh contraire," Changkyun chuckled, living for this moment. "I think your reaction is proving that there is plenty to be stirred."

You looked from Minhyuk to Changkyun and back again. Mouth suddenly dry, you tried to find words to add to the conversation. "Is...is that true, Min?"

Minhyuk didn't bother uncovering his eyes as he groaned. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous."

Part of you wilted at his statement. You had never really thought of Minhyuk in that way, but now that it was presented, you couldn't say it wasn't appealing.

Changkyun watched you carefully before turning back to the older man. "Prove it."

"I'm sorry," Minhyuk sighed, dropping his hands. "Prove what?"

"Prove that you don't have feelings for Y/N," Changkyun insisted.

"And how exactly do you expect me to do that?" Minhyuk grumbled, eying you with a pout.

"Kiss," Changkyun prodded. "Kiss Y/N and prove that you two don't have feelings for each other."

"That's stupid," Minhyuk scoffed. "Y/N doesn't want to-"

"I'll do it," you chirped, heat immediately radiating across your neck.

"See, they don't want to-" Minhyuk halted, having realized what you said. "You'll do it?"

"Sure," you continued, uncertain of what had gotten into you. "We'll just kiss and that'll be that."

"Right," Minhyuk said carefully. "That will be that."

"What's a kiss between friends?" Changkyun mocked. Waving his hands through the air, he motioned for you to stand.

Moving unsteadily to your feet, you crossed the room to stand in front of Minhyuk. Bared before him, you suddenly felt ripped open. The realization that you hoped he had feelings for you was dizzying. You were willing to let him in. He could have you if he wanted.

But did he?

Rolling his eyes, Minhyuk finally directed his attention to you. "This is silly."

"So silly," you said dumbly, glancing up at him through your lashes. You couldn't help but notice that his breathing had turned shallow.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered, his brows drawn together. "If you don't feel comfortable-"

"I want to," you interrupted. "Gotta prove your innocence, right?"

"I have nothing to prove to him," Minhyuk grumbled, glaring above your shoulder at what you could only suspect was Changkyun and his shit-eating grin.

"Then prove it to me," you said quietly.

Minhyuk's gaze latched onto you again. Sucking on his bottom lip, his eyes tunneled deep into yours, trying to reconcile his next move. You lifted your brows, waiting in silence.

After a few more seconds, Minhyuk's hands crept slowly up your arms. Sliding over your shoulders, they came to rest on either side of your neck, his pointer and thumb splayed across your jaw. Giving him a short nod of reassurance, you watched as he drew closer, and placed his mouth lightly on yours.

There weren't fireworks, but this kiss wasn't meant for that. It was meant to be questioning. It was meant to be soft and shy.

Taking a deep inhale through his nose, he pulled away again to exhale. Keeping his eyes closed, he set his forehead against yours. "Every butterfly that has ever existed are now all in my stomach."

You let out a breathy chuckle before pulling away from him. Opening his eyes, he looked at you questioningly. His fingers remained wrapped around your neck, not eager to let go.

"Min," you whispered. "Kiss me."

It took him a few moments to register your words before he began nodding to himself. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips more firmly against yours. Reaching up, you gripped his hoodie in your fists and pulled him even closer. You opened your mouth to the kiss, realizing you were both smiling as Minhyuk staggered against you.

There were the fireworks. For as bright of a person as Minhyuk was, it was unsurprising that his kiss made you see stars. Everything that had been unsaid over the duration of your friendship was being poured into his zealous affections.

Dropping one of his hands from your jaw, he wrapped an arm around your waist. You tilted your head back, attempting to get a better vantage for the kiss. Your lips seemed to melt together, tongues working in sync, with small giggles erupting from either of you at any moment.

Changkyun loudly cleared his throat, causing both of you to jump. Minhyuk dropped his face into your shoulder and let out a chuckle. "I completely forgot we weren't alone."

"You're about to be," Changkyun laughed, pulling himself to his feet. "I have to text Hyungwon so he's not ghosted."

You winced, turning to look at Changkyun. "I'm so sorry. I-"

"He'll live," Changkyun grinned. "This is much better. I love being right."

[faelid]

Malignatas: Chapter V

Consider this my corpse being driven across the finish line in a hearse. Obviously I can't be trusted with multi-chapter fics...

Let's just pretend I posted this a year ago, yeah?

Malignatas, a KihyunxReader mini-series

Chapter 5: The Storm

WC: 2.2k

Summary: You and Kihyun thought you knew what you were getting into when you decided to make your relationship public. Neither of you were prepared for a curse from a spiteful fan, cast to keep you apart forever.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

It’s a lot to take in, hearing it second hand.

It’s not the shock floors that you, leaves you stupefied. It’s that you didn’t see it coming. And somehow, it seems like you should have.

The recording continues, but you don’t hear anything else. Kihyun’s frozen face, a mirror to your own, looks like he still can’t believe what he’s telling you. It would be funny in a different lifetime. Today, it’s lost on you.

An avalanche of thought drowns out the silence, and you don’t notice the others coming back, voices talking amongst themselves.

Does the board know? It seems unlikely. They're usually more concerned about keeping the company profitable, and cutting into Kihyun’s practice time is unlikely to get them the results they desire. Which means it's personal?

But why? And why Kihyun? He can’t have been the first idol to date someone; in fact, you know for fact that he’s not the first to have a relationship, let alone a longer one.

Were you the target? Did you do something to offend someone, other than dating an idol? Hard to see how, when you were no one of any import.

Should you even stay? Is it worth pushing back against Starship of all people, when Kihyun is still under contract; when the others are still under contract? Will fighting back now just bring everyone else down with you?

It’s a torrent of agony; yes, I want this over with and but what about everyone else, pitting you against your compassion, your friends. What if confronting them isn’t enough? How can you possibly stop someone at that level, prevent them from lashing out again later?

It takes more than one knock at the door to startle you out of your reverie. Changkyun eventually has to stick his head in, carefully looking anywhere but at you, and it’s his voice that grounds you.

“Noona? Are you…okay?” He bites his lip, and you choke down your panic. The answer is “obviously not”, but it’s hard to know what else to say besides "yes".

You can’t blame him. “We brought you fried chicken. You can’t eat in here, though.” He doesn’t say alone, but you hear it anyway.

You fake optimism until your cheeks hurt and you’re sure the mask is fading, impatience crinkling in your eyes. They do their best to distract you, to fill you in on the details of their plan – none of them seem to share your concerns, not thinking past having an end in sight. You wish it could be that easy for you, and you know you’re being ungrateful because they’ve had a long night, and they’ve clearly been thinking things through – Jooheon and Minhyuk fall asleep against each other on the couch before you’re free to sneak away, when Hyungwon and Changkyun, too calm to drown out your thoughts, can’t keep the anxiety at bay any longer.

It calls for another round of poorly scrawled messages for Kihyun, a personal diary cum deeply emotional penpal letter. You outline drawbacks, potential solutions, things he maybe hadn't quite thought of, yet.

It’s not that the plan is lacking; between what you gathered earlier and replaying the end of Kihyun’s video message, the whole thing is rather sound. It has padding built-in, enough to support the most pressing outstanding question – how much time does you have during the eclipse?

Packing the go-bag is harder than it looks, but it makes for a nice distraction. The outfit you feel strongest in, the most put-together – no reason to show up slovenly; you don’t want to give Kim Ha Jun the satisfaction of even a minute victory.

***

When the day finally comes, they leave Kihyun to fend for himself. The backpack goes with Minhyuk to one of the nearer practice rooms, close enough to barrel down the hall if needed; secure enough to wait a few hours if she changes at the beginning of the eclipse.

Kihyun eyes the door before him, the gold lettering glinting at him like a challenge, and grits his teeth. He would be CEO one day. He would make Starship a better place for all idols, for anyone in the entertainment industry. A refuge. At the helm of Starship, he’d take the K-pop industry to a future they’d hardly dared to believe in.

Eventually.

But first things first. A calming breath, straighten the sweater – a knock at the door.

The appointment was scheduled; he’d been expected. But Kim Ha Jun feigned surprise at his presence, anyway. A joyous, imagine-seeing-you-here response to his knock, gesturing him in like they hadn’t seen each other in years, offering refreshments.

Kihyun perches uncomfortably on the edge of the leather sofa and tries to ignore it, just like he’d always politely ignored the man’s terrible taste in cologne, secure in the knowledge that he’d always have warning before Kim Ha Jun showed up.

“Kihyun!” The man bellows. “Have you seen your charts for this month? Streaming is still high – better than we expected, don’t you think?” The man who was CEO of Starship wasn’t endowed with a fatherly aura, but it didn’t stop him from trying. The result was a discomfiting dissonance of corporate interest and the misplaced boundaries of an overly-friendly uncle. “You have great things ahead of you, my boy, great things!”

Kihyun suppresses a shudder and smiles instead. “Only with your vision and guidance, sir. None of us would be here without you.” Ha Jun smiles, pleased with the compliment, and Kihyun glances surreptitiously at his watch. He’d prepared conversational topics – questions, ideas – in the event that he has to stall for up to an hour.

Except right now, he can’t remember any of them, and it’s been less than ten minutes.

He falls back on the safest, most surefire way to keep oneself out of a conversation with a narcissist:

He asks for Kim Ha Jun’s opinion.

---

When you walk through the door nineteen minutes and thirty-six seconds later, Kihyun could nearly melt with relief, and not just because he’s seeing you in person for the first time in over a year. That part feels too surreal to even put a thought to, like an apparition he’d caught out of the corner of his eye, except it was standing in front of him.

You were standing in front of him. In front of both of them.

Kim Ha Jun, though, looks more surprised than anything. Eyebrows raised to the sky, he frowns. “You’re still around?”

The way he says it scares you, a free admission of guilt. Confronted with a problem he thought resolved ages ago. As if you were meant to have vanished entirely, a speck of lint flicked carelessly off his lapel.

A lapel you only barely restrain yourself from grabbing, from shaking until the last oily strands of hair fell from his head.

“I don’t believe we’ve met in person.” You say, rigid with anger at his dismissal. Kihyun moves to your side, lends you the protection of his presence. “But yes, I am still here. I’m here and I’m pissed off, in case you were wondering. You took away six months out of my life, out of Kihyun’s career, which for all intents and purposes should be a major detriment to the company and for what? Because you didn’t like me? Because I wasn’t good enough for your idol?” With no attempt at moderation, your tone rises, and you find yourself trying not to lose your breath by the end.

Kim Ha Jun still looks unaffected. He doesn’t disrespect you further by refilling his glass, but he inspects it as if it were tempting.

“It wasn’t meant to last. You were a distraction. You would become more of a distraction. Kihyun is in the prime of his career. I can’t afford to have him moping about over a heartbreak – let the other companies lose their fortunes over women and relationships.”

“How was this not a distraction?!” Kihyun bursts. “Do you know what we’ve been through? How agonizing it has been? I wouldn’t have thrown away my career over a break-up – I’d have been sad and gotten over it, like anyone else. That’s normal. That’s life.”

The glass slams onto the table, and you both startle. Ha Jun braces himself on the desk. “It wasn’t meant to be a continued distraction.” He says, eyes flashing. “I was…expediting the matter. Once she was over you, once she decided that ‘idols were too much effort’ – “ he says it mockingly, and suddenly it’s very, very clear that this is about more than you and Kihyun – “then *poof*. You’d be all back to normal Kihyun, and she’d be out of your life for good; all problems solved.”

“And what about her? What would have happened? You think we just…wouldn’t see each other again, that I wouldn’t wonder what had happened to her?” Kihyun is bristling, his face bright red.

Ha Jun smiles a slow, nasty smile. “You’d have a new, one of kind watch, my young flexer.”

The enormity of his implication makes the silence stretch around it. Diabolical enough to forcibly separate you, but setting it up to make you disappear, to punish you for choosing yourself over the farce your life had become? Rather than murdering you outright?

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and your hairs stand on end. In a different world, you might wonder who hurt you? Instead, you fight the gaping maw of terror that's opening, the rapid realization of how horrible a person you face.

"That was not your decision to make!” Kihyun is angry; you both are. But he's also scared, and you can feel his body quivering where it brushes yours. "She had every right to leave me. She had more right to leave me because of you. And she didn't, and I'm grateful. But I never would have blamed her. I would have wanted her to be happy, just like she would have wanted for me." His hand slips into yours, maybe for show, maybe for solidarity. Maybe just for strength.

Neither of you has to do it alone.

"Do you know what that's like? To want someone else to be happy? Whoever she was, she didn't belong to you, Kim Ha Jun." Quieter this time, you're not asking so much as wondering aloud. "She deserved every chance to make her life better, and if being with you didn't improve her life, she had every right to leave."

"She chose me; it's true." Kihyun says, and it's hard to tell who is gripping who harder; both of your knuckles are white, like a storm may come and blow one of you away. "But I also chose her." He glances at you, and you see sorrow in his eyes. "I wish I could have chosen her more often."

It's a confession, but not one you weren't aware of. He'd always worried more about you than himself, would have had you spend your time working your career, your passion, rather than chasing traces of myths and magic.

When you respond, it's to him, and not to Ha Jun. "I love you."

Not "I would do it again"- you'd really, truly rather not. And not "you're worth it", either, because no one could be worth that total loss of self agency. But knowing you could be better? Working together towards that improvement?

That's the partner you want.

Who knows how it may have turned out, without the misdirected vengeance of Kim Ha Jun? Would you be the same people? Would you have become the same strong couple?

In the end, there is no storm. There's no whipping winds or flashes of lightning; just light. Painfully, impossibly bright, it floods the room, blinds you until the only tangible sense you have left is the deathgrip that connects you to Kihyun.

When it fades, Kim Ha Jun is gone.

Standing in the middle of the room, finally free, you find yourself alone with Kihyun at last, both of you human and heaving, emotions still running high. A blanket of silence hovers between you as you lock eyes, and it might have lasted an eternity if not for the alarm on Kihyun’s phone marking the end of the eclipse. 

All it takes is one ragged crook of the lips – it’s from one of your playlists, nothing he’d have ever picked for himself – and then you’re flinging yourself into his arms. You’re not sure who’s holding who, laughing and crying at once as you sink to the floor in a trembling heap.

Surely only a matter of minutes, it still feels like hours could have passed before the rest of the group bursts in, expecting the worst.

The ensuing chaos is a good excuse, but the reality is that neither of you was in any state to notice. It's not until Minhyuk starts to usher everyone back to the dorms for a proper celebration and privacy that someone finds Ha Jun's empty glass lying on the floor in front of the desk.

Next to it is a little analog clock, its little analog brain tick-ticking quietly away. It looks cheap for the room, black plastic and an acrylic cover, more at home in a garage sale from the 90's than in a CEO's office.

You're not sure what will become of it when the board appoints its new CEO, but you don't find it in yourself to care much, either. The door closes soundly behind you, and you don't spare it another thought.

You have the future to consider.

A/N: Epilogue coming tomorrow! Thanks for reading!!

[Epilogue}

[synthetickitsune]

hi!! out of all the idols you stan, who would you date, fuck and marry 😋 and why! hi hi just a lil fun question im curious about

Hey~, anon - and, uh, I love you?? Thanks for asking, I spent too much time thinking abou this, and I love thinking about stuff!! I literally made excel spreadsheet for it lmao

Also I'm switching fuck for ~spicy cuddles~ (free to interpretation) because of my ace ass lol

tl;dr comprehensive version:

Date: Yonghoon (Onewe) - this is not a want, this is a need just ult things </3

Spicy cuddles: Jaeyoon (SF9) - this

Marry: Jun (Seventeen) - I can't pretend I'm normal about him anymore

Full version with all the groups under the cut because it got too long~ (and F for the groups that didn't make it in anyway)

(Also why am I never marrying my biases??? lmao...)

Ateez

Date: Yeosang - all the members keep saying he’s really innocent and ??? that’s very appealing? also I want someone who’ll make gummy bears concerts with me </3

Spicy cuddles: Seonghwa - maybe I wanna get as close to fucking a jedi master as I can or maybe I just think Hwa would be so gentle when cuddling that it makes me wanna cry, who knows

Marry: San - I just love him, ok? and he seems like a really gentle, nice guy, he's so funny and caring, and I love his cat so much tbh

EXO

Date: Chanyeol - I love him but I think he’s too high energy for me lmao and I’d feel bad I’m not as sporty + he gives me the vibes of dating for a while and then realizing it’s better to be best friends for some reason, lmao, idk but it’s very wholesome in my mind

Spicy cuddles: Lay - he’s so cute fml, also my man needs some break and we could nap together afterwards 

Marry: Baekhyun - look, I saw one vid of him being super calm and soft and making pottery and some ‘ㅋ’ cup and I’ve loved him ever since okay? also I want the fucking cup

Monsta X

Date: Hyungwon - he's besties with Jeonghan and I'll trust Hannie's judgment of character lmao

Spicy cuddles: Kihyun - look at the man, he's got me on my knees I love him and think he'd be so comfy to cuddle with?? he'd give the best headpats and backrubs??

Marry: I.M - something about his vibe makes me cry, I wanna be lonely with him </3

Oneus

Date: Leedo - a gentle giant pt. 1, and as much as I don't like kids, seeing him so soft with children makes my brain go haywire 

Spicy cuddles: Hwanwoong - he's really fun, y'know?

Marry: Seoho - he's good at everything he does and hella smart, I need a man like that lol

Onewe

Date: Yonghoon - look I've thought about this unholy amount of time and it's breaking my heart, honestly, but like Hoonie strikes me as a pretty realistic guy and idk how that would work out but I just wanna try it to make sure lmao 😭

Spicy cuddles: Harin - a gentle giant pt. 2, and I'd feel safe with him 

Marry: Kanghyun - he's just like me for real and I need someone to talk about books and space with </3

Seventeen

Date: Jeonghan - I'm very soft for this man and I love him so much but also I'd flinch every time he'd hit the stove or the door lmao

Spicy cuddles: Joshua - gentleman (? 🤨), his tiddies and arms would make me feel safe

Marry: Jun - no thoughts, head empty, kicking, screaming, crying just one chance, pls mr. wen 🥲

SF9

Date: Inseong - nothing as attractive as a smart fox-like man who's also cute and chaotic 

Spicy cuddles: Jaeyoon - look at the man I'm a firm believer in human heater Jaeyoon agenda and you know this pic? I want that 

Marry: Zuho - his cats, his gentle nature, his squishy cheeks, his cute smile... him 🤧 (Hwiyoung was a candidate n.2 but after all the clips of him talking about his family and having a family of his own, I don't think I could handle seeing a healthy and functioning family or create one T-T)

Stray Kids

Date: Han - he's cute and I just know he's the sweetest, also makes the best sad love songs

Spicy cuddles: Lee Know - make it regular cuddles and invite the cats in I just want a kitty

Marry: Bang Chan - duh. he's already got 7 kids, he can handle one more

Victon

Date: Hanse - I think he'd be a really interesting person to hang out with?? me and my weirdass vibes again, but two friends fucking around and finding out it's not working after all?

Spicy cuddles: Seungsik - look, I just think he looks like a polar bear and I want him to crush me with his love

Marry: Sejun - I can't live with the possibility he eats cereal like that and I guess the ring would add some more power to my influence lmao, also he's just neat and I love him

[leune]

"If I'm not me..."

KNJ × Female OC

Part 9 & 10

Part 9

Namjoon's knot was finally constricted after 3 hours and Anrea whimpered, holding her stomach as Namjoon's cum leaked out of her.

"Ah-" She whined, holding his wrist. He smiled and rubbed her stomach, "You okay?" She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that just felt weird." Namjoon chuckled and began rinsing their bodies with warm water. "About 30 minutes ago, Kihyun came and told me that BamBam went rogue."

Anrea turned around, "What does that mean?" Namjoon handed her a towel, "He left the pack and can't change into a human anymore. The fact that he didn't attack anyone might mean he's just upset and won't become violent." Anrea nodded and hummed, getting closer to Namjoon for warmth. He chuckled and began to dress her, her body language still tired.

"We need to see the mage, you're acting like an omega." Namjoon thought out loud. "Hmm? How?" She asked as she crawled down top of him and nuzzled into his neck where his scent was the strongest, she then sat up, suddenly extremely awake and aware. "I can smell you…" She said, covering her nose.

"You what now?"

"I can smell you."

"You smell like pine trees after a thunderstorm."

>>

The next morning, Namjoon woke up to an empty bed.

He panicked and sat up, his heart in his throat, sniffing for his mate.

He smelled her, but he also smelled food.

He walked down into the living room, seeing Jackson on Kihyun's lap, seeming annoyed. "I wanted to make breakfast." He pouted. Kihyun chuckled, "Is that Anrea in the kitchen?"

Jackson nodded, "Can you call Yoongi? I need him to come speak to her… We- We, uh, mated last night and I was able to knot her… Now she's acting like an omega."

"Joonie!" He looked up at her and smiled. She seemed to glow and had her hair pulled up into a ponytail. "I made breakfast! Are you two hungry too?" She asked the couple with a big smile on her face. Kihyun patted Jackson's thigh and he stood up, "We'd love some, but Kihyunnie is going to make a call first." Anrea nodded and walked back into the kitchen to get the plates ready.

She served the two and sat out a plate for Kihyun before sitting a plate on the table next to Namjoon. "Are you feeling okay this morning?" She nodded and kissed his cheek, leaning into his neck for a bit before sitting down and beginning to eat.

Jackson was staring wide eyed at them, pointing to her then looking at Namjoon. He chuckled and nodded, affirming his unspoken question.

"Anrea: a human, just smelled your scent gland?"

Part 10

“Whoa! I never thought in a million years that I’d come upon a repressed omega!”

A short man walked into the living room, materializing out of thin air. “Kihyun told me what you said, and now she’s acting like an omega, she has to be a repressed omega.” The short man with white hair hopped over the couch and squatted down in front of Anrea.

“Are you the mage?”

The short man nodded, “Yes! My name is SUGA.” He smiled.

"Were your parents wolves?” Anrea shrugged, “My father was always busy and left me to my own devices by 17. My mother had a heart attack when she found out her water broke, they had to take me out of her.”

SUGA nodded, “That’s why I feel a different aura about you. You had a brush with death, your aura is brighter.” Anrea nodded, “Well, You will definitely get pregnant, since you’re an omega.” He poked her belly, “Now, since you’re repressed they might take a minute to shift, but most humans carry 1 pup so… I’d say your probability to carry one pup would be 100%. 2 pups would be 50%. And 3 less than that.”

Anrea hummed and leaned against Namjoon, “2 pups sounds amazing.” Namjoon hummed and brought the hand she was cuddling to her face and caressed it. “Ew, PDA, I’m leaving. I’ll make surprise visits every month, so please don't try to be inside of her around this time of day. It’s my only free time.”

“HYUNG!” Namjoon shouted, a blush on his cheeks as Anrea giggled at his flusteredness. “So, let’s talk baby names~” She giggled and tugged Namjoon from the couch, and upstairs.

When they got into the room, Namjoon grabbed a journal and flipped to a new page. “Okay, give me your guesses.” Anrea nodded, “Of course, for a boy, I want him to take after you a little, so Namsu or Namsung- Oo! Or Joonsu!” Namjoon chuckled, “Okay, girl names.”

She pressed her finger to her chin, “Uhh, Anju, Areum, Rim, Namin, Rami. Hee, I’ve always wanted a little girl. A little me.” She giggled. Namjoon smiled and wrote all the names down. “I’ve always thought, Namkook, was cute or even Namseok- ”

“I LIKE NAMSEOK!” She squeaked. Namjoon smiled, “Rami, Rim, and Anju are really cute. Anju is like a mix of our names so I really like that one.” Anrea nodded and they continued to talk about what their kids would be like, what features of each other that they’d want their kids to have:

“I want them to have your hair.”

“I want them to have your dimpled smile.”

[teddybear-shownu]

*incoherent babbling*

[seungkwansphd]

yoo v. kihyun

pairing: kihyun x reader wordcount: 4.6K summary: you’ve retained yoo kihyun, esq. to represent you in divorce proceedings. he’s competent, demanding, and generally a HUGE bore. as far as why your heart races each time he reprimands at you? well, that’s a mystery to never be solved. genre/themes: smut with plot, slightly dom!Kihyun, slightly bratty!reader, afab reader, power dynamic, jealousy, possessiveness, kihyun’s two finger gestures.

a/n: thank you so much to @wavelikewhat​ who gave me this idea and helped proof!!! i hope you all enjoy it too :)

  You sighed again, glancing around the reception area of L&Y Law Offices. After being served the divorce papers, trying not to cry, and crying a lot, you’d initially held out hope that it could be an amicable split. Recently, however, you’d realized just how naive that had been and after much persuading from friends and family, had decided to retain an attorney. Fidgeting with your nails, you inhaled deeply as you waited.

“Mrs. LN?” the secretary stood from behind their desk with a kind smile. “Mr. Lee is ready to meet with you.”

  You followed them into an office and were introduced to the primary partner of the firm who insisted you call him by his first name. Expediently, you described and reviewed the case details with him, trying your best not to leave anything out. Minhyuk smiled sympathetically and shook his fist at your husband’s antics at all the right moments and at the end of the meeting you had high hopes that you had found the perfect lawyer to represent you.

“Well, Mrs. LN, from my perspective, this seems to be a fairly straightforward case, which is good news,” Minhyuk smiled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “The not so great news is that my caseload is quite full right now. I want to ensure that you get the amount of attention and time that you deserve, and so I would like to assign your case to my partner. I’m still available to consult on this, should anything need, but I promise you he is quite capable.”

“Ah,” you couldn’t help but deflate slightly, “I suppose that would be alright,” you nodded with a strained smile.

“Perfect, I will review the case notes with him and then our assistant will reach out to schedule a follow up meeting. How does that sound?”

“That works for me,” you smiled, standing from your chair to shake his hand. Following his gesture to the door, you walked out and directly into another person who was moving at an alarming speed.

“Agh!” he exclaimed, dropping his bundle of papers.

“Oops, sorry!” you chuckled nervously, squatting down to help pick them up.

“These are confidential!” he snapped, swiping haphazardly at your hands as you tried to help.

“I said sorry!” you repeated yourself indignantly. Standing, you struggled briefly with what to do, but settled on shrugging at the man before leaving the office.

…

“What a mess,” you groaned into your hands as Kihyun looked on, stone faced as ever.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pushing a box of tissues towards you apprehensively.

“I mean, no, but nothing I can do about it. He’s just being an asshole!” you exclaimed.

“Yes,” Kihyun chuckled wryly. For a brief moment he wondered how you had managed to marry such a truly remarkable piece of human garbage. You seemed to be quite the opposite of your husband who was a real turd.

  You glanced at Kihyun with surprise. In the few months you’d worked with him, he had always maintained steadfast professionalism. While Minhyuk would playfully rib or tease about your husband’s antics, you couldn’t recall a single time that Kihyun had taken part.

“Yoo Kihyun, are you laughing?” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“No,” he shook his head, grin falling from his face.

“Yoo Kihyun, do you have a personality inside of that ironclad facade?” you giggled, happy to have something other than your husband to think about.

“I have a personality just fine,” he sniffed, lips pursing with indignation. “We should discuss strategy,” he proposed, pulling out a notepad.

“Of course, sir,” you stuck your tongue out at him glibly, “You know you’d be much more likable if you’d just let your hair down once in a while!”

“I don’t care whether you like me or not,” Kihyun replied cooly.

“Of course,” you smiled at him, before settling in to talk business.

  Kihyun was lying. Despite your initial run in with him, your professional relationship had gone quite smoothly. You were honest, communicative, and, aside from the teasing, easy to work with. While the case had gotten a little more complicated than it needed to be, thanks to your husband, you’d never lost your optimistic desire to make it as painless as possible. Despite his best efforts, Kihyun had even admitted to himself that he was attracted to you.

“Kihyun?” you called his name again after noticing his far off gaze.

“Oh! What?” he snapped out of his trance.

“You stopped listening to me,” you laughed, raising a teasing eyebrow at him.

“No, I was-,” he trailed off, really not knowing what to say.

“It’s getting late, should we stop?” you suggested, glancing at the time, “I’m hungry,”  you murmured to yourself.

“Ah, it is dinner time,” Kihyun replied stiffly, stopping himself from suggesting you go together.

“Do you eat, Mr. Lawyer?” you glance casually at him, but your eyes are mirthful.

“Of course,” he furrowed his brow at you.

“Want to go grab a bite together? We can keep talking shop,” you suggested, unplugging your laptop charger.

“Oh, I guess. It would be good to finish some things up tonight,” he nodded. Since it was a business dinner, he could allow it.

“Great,” you smiled, wrapping up the charging cord and pushing your chair back to stand up.

  As Kihyun packed, you watched him with interest. At first, you had been less than pleased to be working with this robot of a man. While yes, he was more than competent, he had the personality of a cardboard cutout due to his insistence on remaining professional. Even after three months, you had learned next to nothing about him. Recently, however, you had noticed signs of his hardened exterior cracking and it intrigued you severely.

“Ready?” he asked, standing straight up with his briefcase at his side.

“Yes,” you laughed, hucking your bag over your shoulder and stepping towards the door. “What do you like to eat anyways? Motor oil and batteries?”

“As I’ve told you many times before, I am not a robot,” he sniffed, holding the door open for you. You giggled at his more than expected response as you walked by him. He couldn’t help but enjoy your scent, a citrusy floral, as you swept by.

“We often take clients to Emiglio’s. Do you like Italian food?”

“Too fancy!” you laughed, scrunching up your nose at his suggestion. “Let’s just get something quick and with beer. The billable hours are already costing me an arm and a leg,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Ah, okay,” Kihyun nodded, a bit surprised at your casual suggestion. You walked a few blocks to a neighborhood with a high density of restaurants. After some wandering, you settled on a casual Mediterranean place.

“Welcome, welcome!” the host, a round and mustached man, ushered you to your table enthusiastically. “What a beautiful couple!! May I start you off with some drinks?”

“Aha, we’re not a couple!” you waved your hands in protest, though you found his energy infectious. “Beers, please?”

“Ah what a shame! Such beautiful people too,” he shook his head woefully as he handed you two beverage menus.

“Ah, this one please,” you pointed to your menu as Kihyun scanned his. Following your lead, he chose a beer of his own.

“Excellent choices,” the host nodded before leaving the table.

“So, what do we need to finish tonight?” you smiled at Kihyun, propping your chin up with your hand.

“Ah, yes,” Kihyun snapped his brain into gear. Did you look like a couple to others? “There are a few addendums that I need you to review and sign. And we should discuss the latest ask from your husband regarding ownership of the house.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “Do you have the addendums ready? I can review while we wait for food.”

“Yes,” Kihyun nodded, turning to pull the documents out of his briefcase.

“Ah, here we are. The beers and some complimentary appetizers!” your host interjected. “Will we be dining tonight as well?”

“Yes please!” you smiled genially at him as you accepted the paperwork from Kihyun across the table. “Do you have any specials? Or recommendations?”

“For the two of you, I recommend the mixed grill platter for two! It has a little bit of almost everything that we make!”

“What do you think?” you asked Kihyun, eyes sparkling at him.

“Sounds good,” he responded without much thought.

“Great!” your server clapped his hands together. You laughed at his antics before turning to read through the addendums.

“Hm,” you remarked as you read a few lines repeatedly, trying to understand, “Kihyun? What does this mean?” you asked, looking up at him and pointing out the start of a sentence.

“Ah,” his eyes jump quickly to the page, before explaining the legalese to you.

“Oh, okay,” you smiled at him, sipping at your beer again before continuing to read. You didn’t get very far before a glass of water was being slid towards you at the end of his fingertips, “Huh?” you wondered aloud, sending him a puzzled look.

“You should drink some water, you look flushed,” he answered simply.

“What are you, my mom?” you laughed, shaking your head, “I just tend to get red, but I’m fine!”

“Drink,” repeated himself, not unkindly, but the firm tone of his voice compelled you to comply.

“Ah, sure,” you nodded as you took a few sips, before returning to the documents. Kihyun’s eyes flitted briefly to the nearly full glass before shaking a rogue thought out of his head.

…

“YN!” a familiar voice drew your attention as you walked towards the elevators. You were meeting at your husband’s lawyer’s office, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to see him, but you still felt unprepared.

“Ah, hello Donghyuk,” you greeted him with a cool appearance while your heart twisted in your chest.

“Want to ride up together?” he asked, almost as if you weren’t in the middle divorce proceedings. Pursing your lips, you failed to think of a reason no. You were mid-step into the elevator when fingers circled around your wrist, holding you just behind the doors as they slid closed. Donghyuk’s look of confusion mirrored your own until you realized who had grabbed you.

“Ah, Kihyun,” you greeted him, bowing slightly.

“You shouldn’t spend time with him without me present,” he stated matter of factly, pressing the button for another elevator car.

“Ah, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal?” you shrugged, flushing at his scolding.

“Must you always talk back when I give you a direction? Can you not just listen?” he asked, revealing a level of frustration that you’d never seen from him before.

“I-,” you gaped, mostly at his outburst but also at the way he was looming over you. “Sorry,” you squeaked just before the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

  Clearing his throat, he readjusted his suit before leading the way into the law office. Following his lead, you did your best to ignore how flustered you’d become with his stern treatment. The two attorneys led the conversation and you found yourself somewhat in awe of the way Kihyun comported himself. While not unkind, he carried himself in a way that clearly indicated his confidence and slight disdain for both your husband and his attorney. Blinking hard, you found yourself in slight disbelief as you realized…it was attractive.

“YN,” Donghyuk called your name as things came to a close, “Can we talk in private sometime? I’ve been doing some thinking recently.”

“I-,” your words caught in your throat as Kihyun tapped two fingers against your knee, reminding you of his earlier request. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Donghyuk. I prefer to have an attorney present as we go through this process.”

   Donghyuk looked surprised at the firm rejection. Kihyun bit back a smile as he pulled his hand back. And if he lingered a moment or two longer than strictly necessary, well that was his business alone. Wordlessly, you left the office and an inexplicable bubble of pride rose in Kihyun’s chest until you broke the silence.

“See? I can follow instruction,” you wrinkled your nose at him indignantly as the elevator reached the ground floor. As you left the elevator, Kihyun at least had the presence of mind to wait until the doors closed again before groaning aloud. You were driving him insane.

…

“Well, how do we feel about a celebratory drink?” Minhyuk suggested glibly, looking at the group. As it turned out, Donghyuk’s attorney had been a law school classmate of Minhyuk’s.

“What?” Kihyun looked at him as if he’d grown a second head.

“Oh come on now, the divorce is finalized, it’s all in the past now! Why not start things off on a pleasant note!”

“I’m not opposed,” Donghyuk spoke up, eager to prove his indifference about the affair.

“YN?” Minhyuk pointed his gaze at you, “We’ll splurge for a bottle of champagne, my treat!”

“Sure!” you shrugged, not willing to seem more chalant than your now-ex-husband.

“Perfect!” Minhyuk shouted, jolly, before ushering the group to a bar.

  Kihyun watched as you sipped on your flute of champagne. He had to commend you, you had done quite a good job at acting unphased as the other men got drunk. His eyes wandered to the nearest clock, calculating when he could excuse himself, when Donghyuk sidled up next to you.

“YN, we had some good times, didn’t we?” he slurred just slightly.

“Ah, I suppose,” you smiled without meaning it.

“Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing,” he continued, as if talking to himself, “Maybe we could’ve worked things out, I don’t know.”

   Your pulse raced at his words. A variety of emotions washed over you, but mostly you felt panicked at his confession.

  Kihyun’s jaw twitched as he watched you from across the room. A flush rose in your cheeks at whatever your ex-husband had said to you and the intensity of his jealousy truly took him by surprise. Your eyes flickered suddenly to him and he found himself standing to cross the room.

“We left something at the office,” he found himself excusing the both of you to the group. Already fairly intoxicated, no one paid it much mind and before long, you were seated in his car.

“What did I say about being alone with him?” Kihyun found himself asking you, even though he knew he had no right and it didn’t even make sense now.

“What?” you tried to understand his question, “I’m-, well the case is over now!”

“Why can’t you ever just listen to me,” he groaned, slapping his thigh in frustration.

  To this day, you couldn’t explain what happened next. Whether it was the heavy sound of impact, the thick sexual tension that had developed, or the two flutes of champagne, but you let out a strangled moan before covering your mouth in shock.

“I’m-” you flushed bright red, eyes glued to the hand on his knee, unable to make eye contact.

“You are really testing my restraint,” he finally bit out after a moment of deafening silence, “Most of this proceeding has already been torturous and now you’re going to make that sound while we’re alone in this car?”

“Sorry it’s been so torturous,” you huffed indignantly at him, “You’re no walk in the park either!”

“You misunderstand me,” Kihyun leveled his gaze with yours, taking deep breaths. “It’s not because I don’t like you…it’s because I want you so badly that I can barely think straight.”

“I-,” you gaped at him, mouth wide open with shock.

“I realize this is wildly unprofessional. Say the word and I’ll drop you off at your car and you never have to hear from me again.”

“I-,” you continued to flounder for words as you made up your mind. “No,” you shake your head at him, “I want…” you trailed off. You realize that you don’t even really know what he’s offering, but that you’d take him up on just about anything. “Please?”

“Please?” he raised a single eyebrow at you, lips curling into a smirk, “So now you’re polite?”

  You squirmed in your seat. The tone that he’s taken with you was almost condescending and it excited you to no end. Another soft whimper escaped your lips and his smirk widened into a grin while his gaze darkened into a molten glare.

“Good girl,” he chuckled before finishing the drive in silence.

  Your pulse hammered in your ears as you followed him. Another tense escalator ride and a short walk through a hallway before you found yourself in his apartment. You took a seat on the end of the sofa as he shrugged off his suit jacket. He took a moment to roll his sleeves to his elbows, a silent effort to collect his thoughts, before turning to face you again.

“I’m genuinely questioning my own judgment right now, so I need to ask you again. Are you sure you want this?”

  Your eyes traced his figure as you ran your tongue across the edge of your teeth. His shoulders were rolled slightly forward and the way he stared at you was almost primal.

“Yes,” you nodded surely. “Why don’t you turn that big brain off and go with your gut for once,” you giggled.

“I-,” he let out a puff of air before pacing forward and throwing you over his shoulder. With ease, he carried you into the bedroom and tossed you on the bed somewhat haphazardly. Your laughter quieted as you registered the dark gaze he had leveled you with as he loomed over you.

“Mr. Yoo,” your breath hitched, an obvious tell.

“You’ve never called me that before,” his jaw twitched when he spoke again.

“We’ve never done this before,” you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from teasing.

“Sit up,” he instructed suddenly. After enduring your, granted, harmless teasing and endless ribs, he was overcome with a strong desire to put you in your place. “Come here,” gestured with two fingers.

    Swallowing your nerves, you brought yourself toe to toe with him. His right hand snaked through your hair into a firm grip, pulling your head slightly back. Your eyes fluttered slightly as he observed you. Moments which felt like hours later, his left hand grabbed you firmly at the waist, pushing you to your knees before him. “Time to put that smart mouth to use,” he decided with an eyebrow raised expectantly.

    Your instinct was to roll your eyes at him, but your body was on a completely different page. It was almost embarrassing the speed with which your hands shot toward his belt buckle. Still, you couldn’t help but take your time and trace softly around the outline of his erection before fully revealing it.

   His hands were balled into tight fists as you closed your lips around him. Wet and warm, you worked diligently. You heard soft hisses as you lapped along his length, leaving a trail of soft kisses before engulfing him once more. Chuckling, you let the vibrations travel through him as you swallowed him to the base.

“Enough,” Kihyun pushed you away sharply, words slightly strangled.

“Oops,” you giggled, realizing that you’d nearly brought him over the edge.

“You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” he shook his head as he pushed you back and wedged himself between your knees. Your breathing hitched as he brought the heel of his palm firmly against your center.

“Oh!” you moaned, eyes fluttering closed at the sudden pressure. Kihyun worked his palm against your clit relentlessly, eager to undo you. “Kihyun!” you gasped as the pressure approached unbearable and he let up, but only just.

“Good girl,” he smirked, rolling his wrist subtly against you and taking immense pride in watching you squirm.

“Please,” you panted desperately as he worked you towards an orgasm.

“So soon?” he chuckled, pulling back slightly, “I’m not sure you deserve it quite yet.”

“You fuckin-” you began to swear at him until he slid his thumb into your mouth and other fingers firmly under your jaw.

“Quiet.”

“Hm?” you looked sharply at him. Rolling his eyes, he pulled his wet fingers out to grasp your cheeks firmly.

“Why can’t you just behave?” he glared at you.

“I-,” you fumbled with sounds until you were able to form words, “Do you really want me to take it easy on you?” you asked, wide eyes feigning innocence, but you couldn’t keep the smirk from creeping up your lips.

For a moment, he was silent and you watched as his Adam’s apple bob up and down before he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. “Since you want it the hard way,” he shrugged before pressing his palm against you fully and firmly.

“Kihyun!” you found yourself crying minutes later as he worked you through your second orgasm. His palm undulated just slightly, pressing a pulsing rhythm against your swollen clit as your thighs closed around his forearm desperately. “Kihyun, please!” you begged, pushing him away for some relief.

“You’re soaked,” he observed, pleased with himself.

“Yes,” you answered, trying to catch your breath. He threw a devastating smile your way before undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes roved over each newly exposed inch of skin hungrily until your jaw hung wide open at his physique. Under his suits, you never would have expected such a tightly muscular physique. “Why do you look like that?” you asked, almost shocked.

“Oh this?” he teased, flexing the muscles in his torso.

  Blinking, you sat up, reaching forward to run your fingertips across the hard lines of his serratus and across his chest. Kihyun felt himself preening under your impressed expression. The light touches across his chest sent goosebumps down his spine and when you moved towards his nipples, he shot his hands up to catch you by the wrists.

“Enough,” he groaned, pushing you back. He made quick work of the rest of his clothing before climbing over you. “Can I see you?” he asked, tugging at the buttons of your shirt gently. For some reason, his polite request made you flush and you found yourself undressing at an embarrassing speed.

“I- um,” you stuttered as his fingertips traced soft patterns across your newly exposed skin, “Kihyun,” you mewled, arching into him eagerly.

“Hmm,” he smiled, taking great pride in watching you squirm underneath him. He traced along your thigh, up your hip, and across the underside of your breast, relishing in the way your nipple tightened for him.

“You’re a tease,” you panted, giving him a dirty look.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Please,” you begged.

“What’s that?” he cocked his head as if he couldn’t hear you and continued tracing concentric circles around your breast.

“Kihyun, please,” you gritted your teeth, too desperate to worry about your dignity.

“Please what,” he smiled encouragingly before his lips closed around your nipple, sucking hard.

“Aaah!” you cried out, bucking against him, “Kihyun, please! Finger me. Fuck me,” you gasped, “Just something inside.”

“Mm, I like hearing you say that,” he broke out into a grin as he positioned his hand between your legs. Staring intently at you, he watched as you reacted to his fingers spreading your lewdly wet lips. Your brow knit up and beads of sweat formed on your nose as he pressed into you, his fingers thick and deep against your tight walls.

“Mmph,” you squeaked as he brought his palm to rest against your clit again while pulsing his fingers inside of you. A shiver ran down your spine as you ground against him, hips working up in tandem with his hand.

“Listen to yourself,” he marveled, “So wet, just for me,” he hissed.

“Yes,” you agreed readily, willing to do anything to keep him from stopping. “Yours!” you cried as he curled his fingertips up slightly while pressing his palm down with more pressure.

“Hm, mine, huh?” he chuckled, leaning forward to capture your lips in an impatient kiss. Picking up the pace, he swallowed your moans as he brought a third orgasm crashing through you.

“Why are you so good at that?” you wonder, out of breath, enjoying the brief respite that he allows you.

“You’re very responsive,” he states simply and you know to take it as a compliment.

“Will you fuck me now?” you ask after a few moments, needy again.

“Since you asked nicely,” he laughs, nipping at your earlobe as he positions himself against you. You purred contentedly as he rubbed the length of his shaft against you. “God, you’re wet,” he remarked, watching himself grow slick with your arousal.

“Mhm,” you nod earnestly, hips grinding up against him.

“All wet for me,” he smirked as he positioned himself to sink into you.

“Yes!” you cried, shifting your hips up, eager to feel him spreading you open. “Kihyun, please!”

  He grunted as he pressed into you. You could feel yourself yielding around him and the sound you let out was unintelligible. Kihyun’s brows knit up at the warm and tight sensation of you and he gripped your hips until his knuckles turned white.

“Fuck!” he cursed when he bottomed out, leaning forward to plant hot little kisses across your collarbone. “So fucking tight,” he groaned before pulling back to thrust into you again. Your soft pants echoed his grunts as he thrust into you at a steady pace. Your knees hooked around his hips, helping yours to undulate up against him, taking him at a deeper angle.

“So. Good.” you smiled, words punctuated by his deep thrusts.

“You take me so well,” he chuckled, only slightly out of breath.

  Your smile is quickly wiped off your face as he picks up speed. He pumps into you at a punishing pace and you can feel your walls spasm around him.

“Kihyun, I’m- I’m going to cum,” you warn him, pupils dilating.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” he coaxes, “Cum on my cock for me,” he smiles, keeping up the pace until you’d screamed bloody murder. Chuckling, he smiles smugly at the volume of your obscenities and brushes a few strands of hair gently out of your face.

“Wow,” you babble as you come down, slowly regaining your senses. Kihyun smirks at you, dropping to his forearms so that his breath tickles your neck. He leaves soft, wet kisses along your jawline and across your collarbone before his hips start rocking into you, this time deep and sensual.

“God, how do you feel this incredible?” his brow knit up as he looked into your eyes.

“Mmpf!” you squeak, unable to respond as he turns you inside out. Your head falls back and you clench your walls rhythmically around him, matching his pace.

“What are you doing to me?” he pants, jaw clenched and knuckles white as he comes undone. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whispers in your ear. “Where?”

“In me,” you clutch desperately at him.

“Fuck!” he grunts, hips stuttering as he finds his release with you. His body shudders and slumps forward, pressing you down in a very pleasant way. His skin is hot and sticky against you, and you can’t help but like it.

“Good work,” you joke, running your hands through his hair gently.

“What makes you think we’re done?” he laughs wickedly into your neck. You let out a surprised gasp when he rolls you over on top of him. The night had just begun.

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I really like it when you include daddy kink with non-male readers. you've said earlier that you're more into "mommy" but that you liked the power dynamic that comes with a woman being called "daddy". so I guess I'm making a request for you to do a Monsta X' reaction to being asked to call their girlfriend daddy, if you feel okay with it

Monsta X's reaction to calling their girlfriend daddy

note: this request >>> sorry it took me so long to finish this, because I genuinely love this scenario

includes- sub!Monsta X x dom!f!reader, daddy kink, pegging, anal fingering (m receiving), handcuffs

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Shownu

You can practically read the confusion off of Shownu’s face as you tell him to call you daddy, while his legs are wrapped around your waist and your strap is buried deep inside of him.

“Da- daddy? But-…”

Your quick pace doesn’t leave him time to think, as each thrust makes him groan louder and roll his eyes harder. He mutters the title through heavy breaths, almost like a mantra, and the more he says it the more it starts to grow on him.

“Do you like how daddy fucks you?”

The way you whisper dirty words into his ears makes his heart race with excitement and he can’t help but nod wildly. It drives him crazy how you know just how to break him, how to make him say the naughtiest things that he wouldn’t dare repeat outside the safety of your bedroom.

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Wonho

You push his knees up to his chest, hitting that spot deep inside of him that made his toes curl and back arch with pleasure.

“Daddy!”, he screams out and the unexpected proclamation leaves you frozen for a second.

Wonho opens his eyes to look at you with confusion. “Why did you stop, daddy?”

“How did you know I liked that title?”

He avoids your gaze, trying to come up with a lie but he knew you could see right through him.

“I- I saw you like this post on twitter and it-"

“You’re stalking me?”, you cut him off. He shakes his head, a mumble of no's leaving his lips but a harsh slap across his abs silences him. Wonho blushes, hoping you weren’t too mad.

“Since you seem to be so shameless”, you lean down until your lips linger over his and Wonho's breath hitches in his throat, “say it again!”

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Minhyuk

Minhyuk’s nails dig into your shoulders as he bounces up and down on your strap. Closing his eyes, he revels in the pleasure.

You pull on his leash, making him moan and bite his lip as his teary eyes meet yours.

“Does daddy’s cock feel nice?”

You thrust into him, and he gasps, almost losing his balance.

“Yes- ah…, it’s so big, feels so-… so full!”

He didn’t seem to mind the title one bit, too lost in the moment to care. You pull him towards you by his leash, until his chest presses against yours, laying a kiss on his lips.

You were weak for good boys like him, boys who knew how to say thank you and please, boys who smiled as your title rolled off their tongue. He knew that, and he cherished your love.

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Kihyun

“Thank you, daddy”, he pants as he calms down from his high.

You let your hand run down his back, soothing him. Placing a kiss on the top of his head you linger for a moment, taking in his sweet scent.

“Mhhh, you’re welcome, baby.”, your voice was but a mere whisper but he couldn’t miss it with how closely entangled you were.

“I- I didn’t think I would, but I… I like calling you daddy. It’s- it feels right, somehow, eventho it shouldn’t… does that make any sense?”

You chuckle and Kihyun quickly hides his face in your shoulder so you can’t see his deep red cheeks.

“Yes, it does.”

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Hyungwon

He blinks, rapidly, then looks at you with a mix of confusion and disgust, the moment the title leaves your lips. He laughs awkwardly, unsure how to process what you said.

That wasn’t the kind of reaction you had hoped for, very far from it in fact.

You stop your thrusts. “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?”

“I'm sorry", he snorts, “but I just- I can’t. Daddy?? No.”

You can’t help but scoff at his audacity. He lets out a shocked gasp, arching his back off the bed when you harshly twist his nipples.

“That’s for laughing at me... and that's”, you ram your strap into him at full force and he squeals when you hit his prostate, “for everything else.”

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Changkyun

“Mommyyy", Changkyun moans out as you lick his tight hole.

“Mhhh, I love when you call me mommy, but I'd love it more if you called me daddy instead.”

He looks down at you with round puppy eyes, biting his lip shyly. He nods obediently, blushing a little.

“Okay, daddy.”

You thrust two fingers into at once, as a reward and Changkyun cries out a thank you. His wrists pulled on the handcuffs that tied him to the headboard and the motion made a rattling sound.

“Does that feel good, babyboy?”

“Yes, daddy. Always!”

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calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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[interstellar-changkyun]

you’re jealous | monsta x ot7 reactions

maybe some smut ;)

shownu | son hyunwoo

shownu has been going on variety shows to promote the group’s latest comeback and the female hosts and guests always comment on his looks

it doesn’t bother you usually, you know he’s handsome and love when he gets all flustered from the attention, but you don’t like how the hosts feel up his arms and ogle him when he performs a part of the choreo

they continue to dote on him and jealousy crawls up your throat and takes over your body as you wait for shownu to come home

he comes home earlier than usual and you would be happy if the images of women touching up his arms weren’t flashing in your mind, clouding your vision

he greets you with a kiss to the cheek and your arms are crossed and you’re pouting, still quiet

only when he’s setting down his stuff does he ask what’s wrong giving you time to look away from his sweaty chiseled chest and focus on your anger

“i saw the show today.” a beat of silence

“oh? was it fun?” he was almost done now as he grew closer to you

“it would’ve been if those women weren’t touching you up...” shownu found it adorable when you were jealous so he couldn’t help but put his arms around your waist and pull your back to his chest, resting his head on your shoulders. you could feel his muscles against you, was he not wearing a shirt any more? it didn’t matter you were angry

“i told them to stop but they cut that out of the show...” your anger subsided, of course he did. you turned in his arms then, properly looking him in the eyes for the first time today.

“good.”

“you’re cute when you’re jealous,” he kissed your nose and you blushed, for a second he thought he outta make you jealous more often but he couldn’t bare even trying to give anyone that kind of attention when he had you. “let me make it up to you,” he started kissing your lips then, his hands roaming down your body as the found your ass and lifted you up, instinctively your legs went around his waist

he was sweaty so u offered to shower with him to save water of course, he thanked you for that with his actions...

wonho | shin hoseok

wonho was performing WITH YOU and you couldn’t help but feel jealous as the beautiful female dancer moved in synch with him and his hands traced her body

you rarely got jealous, he did that enough for both of you, but you couldn’t help it when fans were saying how good they looked together and of course they didn’t know he was already taken

the tweets, instagram posts, even tiktoks of them together consumed you and you finally came to your breaking point when wonho came home from the music show

“enough hoseok i can’t take it any more!”

“what’s wrong?” he had never seen you so upset, a mix of frustration and sadness adorned your face

“you and your dancer, everywhere i look online i just see you two together and i know it’s not real but when everyone’s telling you they would be good together i-“

“baby they don’t know what’s real and what’s for the performance, at the end of the day i came home to you and love you, i don’t even have her number on my phone much less have her saved as my lock screen like i do you,” wonho grinned and you felt the anxiety leave your body slowly. he always knew how to calm me down and when he realized you weren’t as mad he opened his arms for a hug which you fell into with a small pout still on your face

“can i make it up to my baby?” you didn’t know what he had in mind and you certainly didn’t expect being handcuffed to your bed frame screaming his name as he ate you out until you came...three times

kihyun

kihyun wasn’t naturally flirty, just too kind to know he could be perceived as flirty so when a girl trips in front of him and he helps her up like the gentlemen he is she gets the wrong idea and starts flirting with him...in front of you

you let it go on as he obliviously responds to her intrusive questions, you were grateful she didn’t recognize him with his mask and beanie on but you still felt your possessiveness rearing it’s ugly head

“we need to get going honey,” you cut in, having had enough of this girl just when she’s about to ask YOUR boyfriend for his number and she stutters and apologizes, you just mutter an okay as you grab kihyun’s hand and walk away

kihyun laughs as he catches up to you

“aww someone got jealous.”

“not jealous just annoyed, how could you not tell she was flirting?” you frowned at him and he smirked, oh no he’s gonna tease the hell out of you now

“i can only tell when you flirt with me, but what if i was flirting with her? would you get mad? and if i fucked her?” he whispered the last part, since you were still very much in public.

“kihyun,” you groaned as his hold on your hand tightened. you knew where this was going, knew exactly what this tone in his voice would lead to. but honestly you didn’t care, not when you were just as territorial as him and wanted to feel like his in the most physical way.

“would you beg for me back?” kihyun, pulled you flush against him and whispered into your ear and you couldn’t help but hold onto his shoulder for strength, he knew what he did to you.

“you know i would.”

“you look so pretty when you beg, maybe i’ll go get her number.” you were whining at this point, still very much in public, he drove you crazy.

“fuck me please kihyun.” and that’s all it took before you were rushing to the nearest bathroom like a bunch of horny teenagers, and kihyun was making you cry and scream his name.

minhyuk

being an mc on a music show meant he interacted with lots of idols and you always anticipated the influx of delusional fans assuming he’s dating any girl idol he has any interaction with but one day is different from the others

he’s doing his usual mc duties but this kpop idol is staring at him intensely, even as going as far as telling him he’s handsome

she’s much older but it doesn’t stop the influx of tweets and comments

minhyuk is handsome you know that, anyone with eyesight can see that so when he comes home you can’t help but be grumpy

you can’t be mad at him you know that but your feelings are your feelings

he knows as soon as he’s home what’s making you grumpy

“babe i can’t help it!”

“ i know it’s just-why are you so handsome??? cover your face or something argh” you’re not really angry at him and he knows that as he kisses your face until the pout drops from your lips and he kisses you

you’re still feeling annoyed so you make it a point to show minhyuk just how much he is yours as you are his, making him scream your name all night long

hyungwon

like kihyun he doesn’t realize people assume he’s flirting when he’s kind just because he’s handsome

you’re out with him in vacation in greece and hyungwon is helping these japanese tourists with directions because he overhears them being confused about the hotel names, they assume he’s flirting with them since they don’t see you standing, waiting for him under the shade of the store front

hyungwon politely declines their offer to join him back at their hotel and you unfortunately hear the entire conversation, not once did he mention you

you scoff and walk off as he walks back to you, his eyebrows raising in shock

“woah what’s wrong?” he catches up to you with ease, damn his long legs.

“why don’t you go ask your new friends since i don’t exist?” you glare at him and he smirks, the handsome fucker smirks

“jealous babe?”

“why would i be, not like i’m your girlfriend or anything.” you grumble and he laughs at how you’re the angriest he’s seen you in a while. the last time you were this angry it was at netizens for attacking him over some dumb thing.

“i didn’t tell them because they could have recognized me and that wouldn’t have been good for anyone,” that made a lot of sense, maybe you had reacted too strongly. you might just be angry about other people flirting with what’s yours more than anything.

“you’re hot when you’re angry though, maybe i should do that more often.” you stopped in your tracks and narrowed your eyes even more at him, you pulled him into the side alley, pushing him against the building side.

“you won’t.” you shut up with a kiss and he was smirking into your kiss, his hands roaming down your body and you had to pull away and remind yourself you were not in your hotel room. after that you both stumbled and practically ran back to your hotel.

jooheon

jooheon is pretty well known for his unabashed displays of aegyo and so when he goes on a variety show it’s not surprising he’s asked to do it

unfortunately this show is hosted by a female idol and her reaction sends netizens into delusional theories that the two are surely dating

you’re so upset by the rumors and allegations that you start to believe them so when jooheon sees you two days after the rumors started you’re crying at your place

he’s so worried he pulls you to him automatically and asks repeatedly what happened and what’s wrong, not even thinking for a second it could be related to the rumors

finally you manage to stop crying and get out, “it’s okay if you love her too if she makes you happier i’ll understand.”

“what the hell are you talking about?” jooheon is so dumbfounded by your statement he stops soothing you and this makes you go back to crying

“you and that kpop idol on the variety show it’s all over the internet.”

“you idiot i would never date much less love anyone other than you.” you just stop crying at look at him through your tears, which you furiously wipe away again and see the sincerity on his face.

“oh.”

“yes oh i can’t believe you even believed them.” jooheon scoffs and gets off the bed you were both sat on, and then out of nowhere he picks you up and takes you to the bathroom

“we’re taking a bath so my baby can feel better,” the relaxing bath turns to a little more when he can’t but show how much he missed you the past couple days and just how much he loves you more than anyone else

I.M | im changkyun

people expected changkyun to be the bad bitch in your relationship, he had sharp features, a deep voice, piercings, and an amazing body but everyone who knew you both knew you were the one who would slice a bitch

especially if a random girl is trying to dance on your man in the one nightclub everyone knows he’s taken in, this nightclub had cut some kind of nondisclosure deal with the idols and their companies but clearly this girl was new, however, that didn’t mean you would hold back

changkyun winced as she started to dance on him and backed away, but she was persistent as she turned around and tried again, he waved his hand in front of her, clearly disinterested

you didn’t want to step in but as you monitored the situation where you danced with jooheon you could tell changkyun was struggling to remain polite

but you didn’t have a reputation to maintain and you certainly weren’t as calm and collected as your boyfriend

in a couple seconds you were wedging yourself between her and your boyfriend

“i’d back away sweetie,” you painted on your best fake smile and changkyun let out a sigh of relief.

“who are you?” her voice and tone was unpleasant, it was all too unpleasant especially when you were trying your best not to break her

“i’m his girlfriend,”

“let’s let him pick,” she shoved you away and stepped closer to changkyun, and that’s when you know you’re about to end up at the police station...again

changkyun stops you by grabbing your waist and hauling you over his shoulder as you’re lunging for her hair

shownu appears out of nowhere and asks the girl to kindly fuck off in the way shownu just knows how to do

when you’re outside and the driver has pulled up to the club, changkyun sets you down, he looks partially amused but mostly concerned

he knows you hate it when other people flirt with him just like he has to stop himself from breaking the jaw of any guy who dances on you at the club

he pushes the hair out of your face and looks at you fondly, you just nod at him to let him know you’re okay, too lost in his eyes to find words at the moment

and then the driver is opening the door for you and you both shuffle into the very back row of the minivan

changkyun presses a kiss to your temple, and you lean into his side

“you’re so fucking sexy when you get like that, i know i shouldn’t encourage it but fuck,” changkyun whispers into your hair and you shiver as his deep voice sends chills through you, you let your hand travel from its place on his lap to where the leather of his pants is becoming strained

“don’t.” he hisses and you aren’t in the obedient mood as you look him straight in the eyes and continue your torture

you estimate you have about thirty mins to go to get home, the privacy screen between the driver and the back of the car won’t muffle all the sound of you both but you can at least remind changkyun who he belongs to

so when you’re done making him suffer in his leather pants, you unzip them and he’s hissing and grabbing your hand

“fuck babe,” you just smirk at him and then spit in your hand. changkyun groans and throws his head back against the headrest, soon enough you’re leaning down and taking him into your mouth and he’s whining your name in between strings of curses. you manage to finish him off before you even get home.

changkyun gets back at you and you’re sure the entire apartment complex knows his name now

[ggukkiedae]

notes: hannah didnt want anyone to find out about her getting cut, but johnny slipped and messaged ten. yangyang just wants to be a good boyfriend. (italic conversations are spoken in english)

setting: sticker preparations

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Noise never really bothered Hannah.

In all honesty, she welcomed it. Being in a group with 23 men and having the 20 of them who don’t live there crash in her dorm on a daily basis, it felt weird to not have noise around her. It was some type of reassurance that her members were still there and that they weren’t uncomfortable with her. This was why she welcomed the noise.

Unless it was in a situation like this.

“Where is she?!” Her frantic boyfriend had burst into the practice room, immediately scanning the whole perimeter before spotting her. Of course, he was followed by Ten, who was probably the most vocal a out claiming her as a baby out of all the members.

She facepalmed with her uninjured hand and glared at Johnny, who simply shrugged at her. “See what you did?”

“Hey,” Yangyang’s hands cupped her face before he proceeded to look over her to see if there were more wounds than the one the medic had properly cleaned and covered, “are you okay? Does anything else hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Ten, on the other hand, had shoved Haechan away from her side (playfully or not, she wasn’t so sure) and cradled her head to his chest. She blinked once before rolling her eyes at him.

“My baby is hurt,” he squished his cheek to the too of her head before giving the 127 members a look. “Who let this happen?”

“Doesn’t matter,” she shook her head out of Ten’s grip, “I’m fine! I just have to go to the hospital real quick and get this patched up. Nothing much, really.”

She was met with a silence of everyone staring at her with wide eyes. The last time something like this happened was in 2018, so the feeling of everyone looking at her like she was some type of new attraction at a zoo made her feel unsettled.

“Excuse me?” Yangyang looked at her weirdly. “I got a papercut and put a bandaid on that. That was nothing much. This? Babe, if you’re going to the hospital for this, this isn’t nothing much.”

“Please,” Doyoung snorted, “this just proves she’s the stronger of the twins. Haechannie so much as lightly bumps his head, and he’s crying to Taeil hyung.”

This was followed by a yelp of pain, which Hannah could tell was from Haechan smacking the elder in retaliation for the comment. She chuckled and nodded at Doyoung gratefully just as manager Kihyun walked in and nodded at her.

“Exactly.” A smile made its way to her face as she stood up from where everyone was crowding her and walked towards her manager. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a hospital to go to and a wound to get checked out. Kihyun oppa, do I need to bring anything?”

Her manager shook her head at him. “No, just an id. Oh, and Johnny, too. Technically, he’s still recognized as your guardian.”

A huff escaped her lips as she watched Johnny pick up her stuff and walk towards them. “22 in this country, but I still have to take him with me.”

Her muttering was put to a halt when she noticed a set of eyes looking at her with hope. Well... multiple sets of eyes, but she only really addressed one.

“No, Yangyang. You can’t come. He said Johnny oppa.”

Yangyang turned towards her manager with a determined look in his eyes. Now, Kihyun would have been able to say no to any of the 127 members quite easily considering he had been seeing them for years now. Yangyang, though, her manager had only known and interacted with for a few months.

“Hyung, please? I just want to make sure she’s okay!”

“... I guess there’s space in the car for one more.”

And that’s how Hannah found herself being helped into her manager’s car by her boyfriend who immediately slid in next to her. She gave him a look while he started trying to find ways to make it more comfortable for her injured arm.

“You know I would’ve been fine going without you or Johnny oppa with me, right?”

“Just give this to me,” he pressed a light kiss to her cheek. “You’re my girlfriend, and I will worry about you.”

She couldn’t help the smile that made its way up to her face. “Fine. But never burst into my practice room yelling like that ever again.”

“No promises, Schnucki.”

[highflyerwings]

Baby boy intern is terrified because yes, okay, maybe he signed up to help with Yohan’s scheme but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to be around these people like actually??? Kang Yohan is scary as shit??? Kim Gaon is also scary as shit and arguably scarier because he’s got Yohan whipped??? And maybe he’s just jumping every time someone moves too fast because what the fuck is going on and Inguk has to take him aside and offer comfort because yes he’s allowed to be here and inguk wants him here

Also maybe go hit Yohan upside the head because you got yours, stop scaring mine, it’s rude

I'm finally going through these prompts. You all might get actual fic one day, but for now I'm just gonna word vomit.

The idea that Gaon is more intimidating than Yohan is brilliant. Because of course he is. Maybe not in the courtroom, in front of the cameras, but off stage, behind closed doors, when they’re around trustworthy people, it’s immediately apparent who’s holding the reins.

And Kihyun would pick up on that instantly.

The first time Inguk brings him to Kang manor (or whatever setup the Kangs + Gaon are living in, in whatever timeline this is), Kihyun stays pretty much silent the whole time. He just watches, and listens, and it’s not even an intense session, they’re mostly just spitballing ideas to see what sticks, but Kihyun can’t reconcile the Gaon and Yohan he’s seen on tv with the Gaon and Yohan sitting in front of him. And he still can’t figure out why he’s there. Why did Lawyer Ko bring him there. What could he possibly offer that the others haven’t already contributed. But then Yohan turns the question on him. Maybe something as simple as “What do you think, Kihyun?” And Kihyun short-circuits for a split second, but then he’s answering him honestly, and directly, and he sees a look flash across Yohan’s face that's a mixture of surprised, and amused, and pleased, and Yohan's turning to Inguk and saying “This one’s smart.” And Kihyun tries not to blush, because Gaon is also giving him a similar look, and Inguk just looks smug because yeah...duh.

Because for as much as we like to imagine Kihyun being a nervous little thing, the point is, the few seconds we see of him in the show, prove that he's actually not. He proved himself worthy. He leveled himself up without any outside help. Sure, maybe he had Inguk's voice running through his head from their hours of scheming before that day. "Just be calm, and confident. No one will think anything's up. You know what to do. You've got this. I trust you." But babyboy did that all on his own. And that's what I think Inguk loves most about him. How he's so shy, and seemingly anxious, but when put on the spot he absolutely shines. Kihyun excels under pressure, and during that same meeting at Yohan's, Inguk probably does take him aside at some point, but it's to give him less of a pep talk, and more of a pat on the back.

"He wasn't kidding, you know. Yohan. He really means it. You're smart," Inguk pauses for a second before continuing, "But you know that."

"I do," Kihyun tries not to smile, but he can't help it, and then suddenly they're both laughing quietly with each other in the corner of Yohan's study, and it's so surreal, but the strangeness of it all is really the only thing keeping Kihyun from overthinking.

"Does it get easier?" Kihyun asks.

"What. Playing Yohan's games?" Inguk thinks for a moment, "You get used to it," he says with a shrug.

"Oh. No, I meant that," and Kihyun points towards Yohan and Gaon. "Does it get any easier dealing with that? With them?"

And Inguk almost laughs. He wants to laugh. Loud and obnoxiously, because he suddenly realizes he's not alone dealing with...that...anymore.

"Ah. No...No that does not get any easier. You do not get used to that."

They both stand there watching Yohan and Gaon from across the room. They're just sitting there, talking, but Inguk knows exactly what Kihyun meant, and he's grateful he has someone to share this with now.

[faelid]

Thief

KihyunxReader drabble. I wanted to play with first person for funsies.

When you realize it’s not him throwing off the covers, it’s you stealing them. God, how does even still date you?

[Last dated entry, 1/3/2022]

Dearest, most-privatest diary;

Do you ever notice how when we watch movies, especially rom-coms, we’re always like gosh she’s such a pretty crier, I wish I wasn’t a sniveling snotty mess when I cry?

I always know somewhere in the back of my head that everyone wishes they weren’t ugly criers, and Hollywood is trying to sell me on UNREALISTIC EMOTIONAL STANDARDS.

Because everyone is ugly when they cry, and there’s no getting around it.

It’s a fact I’ve come to terms with.

But, diary, today I have a more important gripe. I want to talk about blushing.

You know what I’m talking about. The mythical ‘cute’ blush.

Are there people out there who ‘lightly blush?’ You know, just rosy cheeks and endearing minor embarrassment, where it looks like your make-up was super on point?

Or like you’re having a really good time, like when it’s a bit chilly out but you’ve just had a killer snowball fight and you’re all excited?

I’m not saying it’s impossible. I’m just saying, I’m not sure I’ve seen it. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I look like a satanic cherub when I blush. Not that I blush easily. Or often.

It’s just that…can you even fight a blush? Is there a way to squish it back down? Inquiring minds would like to know. Seriously. I’m going to look this up later. For...curiosity.

…actually, I lied. I looked it up just now. Allow me to enlighten you, diary. I know you’re desperately curious.

Google says “Ten tips to stop blushing”:

1) Breathe deeply and slowly. Taking slow, deep breaths …blah blah blah. Next.

2) Smile – I’m sorry, what? I don’t understand how this is supposed to help. Now I’m you’re beet red and smiling, big whoop. Everyone already can see your tomato-face, genius.

3) Cool off. Okay, we’re one for three so far. Stick your head in the freezer, that’s…not bad, actually. And since the number one solution is to run away and die in a hole, maybe I can add this as a less drastic back-up plan.

4. Make sure you’re hydrated. …I think you get the idea, diary. I don’t know why I expected anything useful.

(There’s no question in my mind which one it belongs to, in any case. I absolutely haven’t been avoiding Kihyun since we left dinner.)

If it makes you feel any better, this other article said it's part of the fight or flight response.

Personally, I think they’re mistaking cause and effect. It’s not that fight or flight causes the blush; it's the blush that causes the flight.

...I guess it’s time for me to get to the point, isn’t it? That whole 'this is a diary confess your sins shit'? God, I can feel myself getting red just thinking about it. Too bad Kihyun is in the kitchen. That freezer thing is sounding pretty good right about now...

Okay, deep breaths. Here we go.

The night started pretty normal, yeah? First you're just doing your own thing, trying to be a cool girlfriend to a cool dude and his cool ass friends who are basically his siblings, and he invited you to dinner with them for the first time and it's totally no big deal at all, right?

I'm lying, diary. I was maybe a little apprehensive.

But I was doing so well, really. Eating dinner, trading banter, and the next thing you know, I've gone from blending in (pretty damn well, if I do say so myself) to 'who let in this rabid weirdo?'

Seven. Heads. On a swivel.

Diary, you don't understand. It was like some grossly over-coordinated puppet show. I think that's the sort of shit nightmares are made of.

Nightmares, do you understand?

It's not like I wasn't a good sport about it, honest. I'm totally roastable. And look, I know it's going to help me in the long run. You can't be too stand-offish or uppity, otherwise people will think you're too aloof, too...unrelatable.

So no one in Monsta X is ever going to think I'm cool. At least maybe I'm the likeable idiot?

Let's be clear about this.

It's not that I said something silly that kills me. That's old news. I've been sticking my foot in my mouth since I was a kid.

But come. On.

Kihyun didn't tell me! We've been dating for almost four months. Sleeping together for literal weeks.

Bro ain't gonna tell me I'm a blanket thief???

He's just been over there, letting me think he's an oven warmer type of dude and not a lowkey freeze baby because he's too polite to steal the covers back?

No, no. That's wrong. This is not all Kihyun's fault. I never noticed that he's been sleeping in his sweats, either.

...I am an Only Child. That means I get a free pass, right? Right. Thank you, diary, for taking my side.

I didn't have anyone to share the bed with growing up, and it's not like I've had that many long term lovers!

But god, why didn't he just say something sooner? Why'd I have to find out in front of all of his friends?

Can you cure blanket theft? Is this what it feels like to find out you're a snorer? You're just sort stuck with it for life and you better hope your partner is deaf or something?

Hold on.

...do I snore, too?

I am ripping my hair out over here, diary. Yes, of course Kihyun snores, but it's kind of cute. It's like having a little dragon next to me.

Stealing the covers is not cute. Not when he apparently hates being cold.

Uh, diary. I think he's coming to bed...I'm going to go pretend to be asleep. Later.

[Continued from the previous entry. The pen and handwriting are both different.]

Hey, diary. Kihyun here.

Your owner actually fell asleep, but don't worry. She and I are going to talk in the morning.

I just wanted to let you know...if your owner is a satanic cherub, she's the cutest damn cherub I've ever seen.

Seriously. She's smart and funny and attractive, and most of the time she's super put together. And every now and again you tease her and it's like this whole other side comes out when you're least expecting it.

So the blush? Yeah, I'm about it.

And also, if you're reading this...I didn't tell you because I didn't actually want to embarass you. I was afraid you'd be worried about it.

But look. It is like snoring. Or, like my snoring, anyway.

Because snoring? Right up there with ugly crying. Fact of life. I figured whoever I was with would just have to learn to live with it. Thanks for thinking it's endearing, I guess.

(P.S. I promise you don't snore.)

I won't lie. You're a total blanket hog. But honestly, you can probably learn to share. And if not, we'll get more or something.

Sorry for hijacking your diary. I still love you, beet red and all. Kihyun out.

[Final entry. Original handwriting.]

So, uh. Oops?

Diary, I'm sorry. It's been a while. But Kihyun and I talked, like he said we would, and we're cool now. I don't even mind that he read my diary. I should probably learn to express my thoughts to him and not you, anyway.

(Don't worry, you and I will still be buddies. But he gets to hear the important stuff first.)

I just wanted to give you an update on the whole blushing thing.

Those tips? Totally didn't work. I'm probably going to be a tomato-for-lifer. But it's cool. I've come to accept it...most of the time.

It helps that Kihyun doesn't think I'm an idiot when it happens, though.

Before I go...

Since I know what you really wanted to hear diary, oh queen of the gossip-mongers, I'll tell you.

As it turns out, you may not be able to cure blushing, but you can cure blanket stealing tendencies. At least, it worked for us.

How, you ask?

Elementary, my dear diary. Elementary.

Save a blanket. Just cuddle a Kihyun.

[A crude drawing of a pair of sticks appears to be wrapped in a burrito, next to an illegible signature. There are no additional entries.]

[mxflo]

9, 23 and 25 with Shownu, fluffy smut of thats okay

Thank you 💕

Of course dear! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Thank you for this fun request!

You had been drinking, and maybe a touch more than you were planning to. You stood up to go to the kitchen to get water, excusing yourself from the conversation you were mostly listening to than being apart of. As you enter the kitchen you find Kihyun starting to put away the uneaten food from earlier. You grab a roll from him quickly and take a decent bite smiling at him. He chuckles and continues on with his task. You move around him and grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

"He does have the extra room open if you need to stay tonight." Kihyun offers. "I know you had some to drink, and it's getting late. I know everyone would rather you stay than risk driving to early."

"Where are you staying then?" You question, knowing Kihyun used to be his roommate, which is why he was the one to put on this gathering tonight and probably would feel the need to help clean up in the morning. "I figured you would be crashing here."

"I'm okay. I'm going to pick up as much as I can tonight to make it easy on him in the morning, then I'll head home. Just crash here. We want you safe." Kihyun explained. "Plus you and Shownu could use some time together I'm sure.

You smile at his friendly concern and thoughtfulness. "Okay. I think I might. I can help him finish cleaning up in the morning then too. Thank you." You agree to staying and make your way back into the living room. Slightly puzzled by Kihyun's comment about alone time with Shownu, you just decide to ignore it.

Shownu grins at you as he sees you return. You walk to him and he gently puts his hand your back as he leans to your ear, softly speaking, "You doing okay?"

"Yeah." You nod. "Kihyun said your spare room is open. Mind if I crash here tonight? I'm getting tired."

"Of course. Whatever you need." He agrees without hesitation.

You stay next to Shownu for a while longer as you drink your water. His hand stayed touching you in some way the entire time. Currently his arm was draped around your shoulders as you leaned into his side. You finish your water and yawn.

"Well I think I'll head off to get some rest now." You excuse yourself. He nods and removes his arm from around you. Instantly feeling the loss of his touch. You feel Shownu's gaze on your back as you leave the ever dwindling group. It wouldn't be much longer before everyone is gone.

As you reach the hallway that leads to the two bedrooms. You open the door to the spare bedroom and look around. The room is simple with minimum furniture, but now it mostly houses a few of Shownu's exercise machines. You thought about the idea of staying in Shownu's room and you felt your stomach flip. You try to push that thought aside.

Before going to bed you leave the room, and head to the bathroom. Leaving the bathroom you look at Shownu's bedroom door. Looking down the hallway you don't see anyone, but you can hear Shownu's voice as he is agreeing with something that Jooheon is talking about. Quietly you walk to his door and test the door knob. It's unlocked, and so you slip inside. Closing the door gently you turn on the light.

You had been best friends with Shownu for years and have always had feelings for him. Tonight you could swear that you could feel that he might have some feelings for you too. Your mind spinning from the thought of him mixed with the drinks you had made you bolder than you have been in the past. Deciding that you would wait for him in his bed, you stripped down and found a t-shirt of his. Pulling it on you crawled into bed after turning the lights off. Laying on your side facing away from the door you relax into his bed, his scent lingering on the sheets.

You had drifted to sleep by the time Shownu entered his room. The weight of his body dipping into bed wakes you. Then the warmth of his hand on your arm. You turn your head slightly to look back at him. Sleep still heavy in your eyes.

"What are you doing in my bed?" Shownu questions.

"The other room seemed to lonely, I didn't think you would mind." You admitted. "I can go to the other room if this is a problem." You held your breath waiting for his response. This answer would tell you everything you needed to know.

He takes a deep breath. "I don't mind...." His hand had been resting gently on your arm suddenly moved, making you aware that he was moving away. You grabbed his hand, stopping him. Lightly tugging on his arm urging him to lay down next to you with his arm around you. He slowly settles next to you, but you feel him holding back still. You scoot back into him. When you do you feel his muscles flex against you in response to wiggle your body even more against him to settle into his warmth.

"You can't keep doing this." He groans as his hand grips your hips.

"What's wrong?" You ask innocently, smiling.

"If you keep going that, I'm going to get hard." He answers bluntly. When you respond to him by purposefully grinding your ass against him he growls as his grip on you tightens more. He rocks his hips into you, and you feel his growing length.

Then lifting himself effortlessly he quickly pulls you under him. He looks down at you and smirks.

"Is that my shirt?" He grabs the bottom of the shirt. You nod shyly. Before you can respond his mouth crashes into yours and he grinds into you, making you moan from the friction. His hands slide under the shirt, and as he sits back, he pulls you up with him. Sitting up now he pulls the shirt up and breaks the kiss only long enough to pull it over your head.

You pull away, breathing heavily. He trails kisses down your neck to your breasts. You moan when he gives a gentle bite. He then stops and brings his hands to cup the side of your face, so that you have no choice but to make eye contact with him.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks.

"Yes." You answer.

"I've wanted to have you in my bed like this for so long." He admits as he pulls you into another hard kiss, laying you back down under him.

[ribosoons]

Nemesis | Kihyun

another day to live

another day that kihyun will be pissing you off

another day that it you will also piss him off back

"can the both of you stop?" hyungwon questioned since he was sitting in between of you

"i will if y/n stop existing"

"excuse me, my existence is needed. yours wasn't"

"i can prove you otherwise"

"suck my cock kihyun"

"fuck you"

hyungwon just had it

he's done

he doesn't want both of you to be his friend

jk or not

at this point it is a daily routine for both of you to quarrel

a day is not complete with out you or kihyun bickering

hyungwon is praying on all saints he could think of just for both of you just shut up for like a day and give him a peace in his life

hyungwon just wants to have a peaceful time then sleep but all he gets is both of you bickering

he hates to be both of you as his roommates he loves both of you

"y/n, kihyun cooked a food earlier we left you some. go eat" hyungwon said without looking at you, just starting at his phone while slouching at the couch

you just come home from school, you came home early due to absence of your professor

"where's kihyun?" you asked

"why? you missed him already? why don't you guys just kiss already?"

"are you still on that agenda?"

hyungwon kept on saying that you both just date each other sometimes just kiss already everytime you and kihyun is in heated argument just to calm you both down, but it was ending up both of you and kihyun teaming up on hyungwon poor guy

"can you just answer the question?"

"yeah, he's out"

you changed into a more comfy clothes and go directly to the kitchen and check the dish left for you.

it is a shrimp dish

cool! thats your favorite! if you are allergic to seafoods i am so sorry

you took a bowl and scoop some but saw nothing but heads of shrimps

just heads of shrimps

no body

just

head

"hyungwon what the fuck!"

"what!" he screamed back

"why offer me this when i have nothing to eat here!"

"there is left there!" hyungwon showed up behind you and look on the casserole to see a dish with just shrimp heads

"oh"

"sorry bud" he just strung off and go back to being a couch sloth

you just rolled your eyes in frustration because you knew kihyun did this

one day, while kihyun is doing his thing in his room, you don't know what

you saw his phone just laying there, unattended

it hit you

you must revenge

pissed the fuck out off him

make his blood boil

you chuckled silently and walk towards his phone

you gently removed his screen protector and placed his phone gently

you were surprised when a notification came up and you drop his phone accidentally making a loud toud

with your luck you saw no cracks on kihyun's phone

"what was that?" he yelled from his room

"nothing" you yelled back trying not to be suspicious

you checked again his phone and doubled check if his phone were okay

you opened it to really check through if you didn't do any damage on it but revealing his lockscreen

you noticed it was a familiar figure but the face was covered due to hyungwon's message which is the reason why it rang earlier

you, being a nosy bitch, you removed the notification to check who it was on his lockscreen revealing your face in it

you were beyond shock

it was your sleeping face placed on the coffee table of your living room surrounded by your books

you assumed it was your final week

you immediately turned it off when you heard door opening

"why are you so shocked seeing me? first time seeing a gorgeous human being like me?" he smirked

"in your dreams" you immediately stood up and ran out of your apartment to get some fresh air

what was that?

'where u, jgh. kihyun mad @ u. go home quickly' you received this message from hyungwon

this dude does not even try when jt comes in texting

you just sighed

opening the door you saw kihyun standing up, hands on his hips, ready to nag you

"what is this" showing his phone

"phone"

"no"

"then you answer your question, what is that" you brought back the question at him

"all i see is my phone naked, no screen protection on it"

"good to know that you can observe" you replied, you really don't have the energy to bicker with him

all of your energy were sucked out just thinking how why your face were on his lockscreen

does he like you?

but he clearly do not like you?

why do you feel butterflies just knowing the fact that he willingly put your face as his lockscreen

you dont want to assume

do you like him?

"y/n! are you even listening?" kihyun yelped

you took a deep sigh and said, "ill lay for replacement. just i need you to shut up for a moment. i do not have energy left"

"what happened? are you okay?" he asked, his expression softed

that confuses you even more

he took a step towards you and look at your face, placing both of his hands on your cheeks cheking your face

"are you y/n?" he asked, "do you have a fever?"

you tensed up. you are now looking in his worried face

you don't know if your skills on reading people's expressions broke but you saw a genuine worried faced on kihyun making you push him

"dont come closer to me" you mumbled and run directly to your room

you heard hyungwon teasing kihyun like "omg look what you have done, now coax y/n"

days passed by, you tried to avoid kihyun

whenever he tried talking to you, you run

you saw him in campus, you run

saw him in the apartment, run

all you did was run

kihyun was perplexed

he kept on asking hyungwon including himself what he had done

hyungwon doesn't know either but end up just him teasing kihyun which made kihyun more perplexed

one day, he had enough of you running away from him

he saw you in campus but right before you run away he ran directly to you

and surprise surprise you tripped, causing kihyun to catch up with you

he even laughed before helping you get up

again you tried to flee but failed because kihyun is holding your wrist tightly

"where are you going?" he asked

"i have class"

"no you don't"

"how did you know"

"just because"

"then i have a class"

again, you tried to flee but failed horribly

"what do you want?!" frustrated, you asked

"uh"

"kihyun"

"my phone protector" he spat, not knowing what to say

"fine" you sigh

you both are now walking to your local phone accessories shop

it was so quiet, it was killing both you and kihyun

kihyun doesn't know what to say because he is used on both of you on each other's neck all the time

but this time you weren't complaining how disgusted you are walking in a same space with him, or breathing the same air with him, or how embarrassed you are seeing both of you together in public

on your case, you can't seem to calm your heart. you were flustered, your guts are flipping

you do not know how to address this huge ass elephant, it was more hard to address because you are the only one who can see this elephant

frustrated, you didn't know you were holding your breath. breathing slowly

"we're here" kihyun announced and walked inside the shop

the employees greated the both of you and asked what both of you were looking

kihyun answered enthusiastically saying he needed a screen protector for his phone

you walked silently behind him, minding your own business with your messed up thought

you were shocked when kihyun snapped you out of your thought

"y/n pay" poking your cheeks

you slapped away his hands making him laugh and you paid right away after you fished some cash out of your wallet

both of you were standing awkwardly while waiting for kihyun's phone to be fixed

kihyun had enough

"okay what was the problem"

"huh, what problem" you brushed it off

"you kept on avoiding me"

"i do not"

"you are, care to explain?" he is looking at you intensely which making you nervous even more

"nothing, really, nothing" you chuckled nervously, avoiding kihyun's eye contact

"look at me y/n and tell me why" he placed his index finger beneath your chin making you look at him

you quickly retreated when your eyes met due to sudden nervousness you felt

"here is your phone sir" the worker interrupts your conversation happening he held it up high to show his work, and yet again, kihyun's phone lit up exposing your face in it

quickly, kihyun took his phone and put it inside his pocket and chuckled nervously

he lightly patted the workers shoulders thanking them while chuckling nervously

you slowly looked at you, terrified

"y/n"

"i think we should talk about that outside the store" you calmly said even though you knew your heart are not even calming down a bit

"we should" you both thanked the workers and decided to talk to the store's parking lot

"so" he looks around, trying to avoid your gaze

you are now putting him jn pressure on the way you are just looking right directly at him waiting for an explanation

"i can explain" he immediately said looking directly at your eyes

"please do, I've been thinking about that lockscreen ever since"

"wait what did you just said? ever since?"

"i saw that when i removed your screen protector"

"i see" he sighed

"do i need to lie?" he asked

"tell me yoo kihyun, why do you need to lie?"

"because i dont want my nemesis know that i like them?"

"say what?" you asked, shocked

"i like you y/n"

silence

you don't even know what to say

"i mean, I've been so rude to you ever since you stomped on my poor toes and did not even apologize for it. but days goes on, living with you weren't bad after all. i even wanted to spend my whole life with you. okay that maybe too much to ask but that is beside-"

"i like you too dumbass"

"now say what?" he dumbfoundedly asked

"dont make me repeat myself" you chuckled fluffing his hair way from his face

"wait really?"

"maybe"

"come on y/n"

"just kidding" you gave the man a hug

he gave you a hug back rubbing your back

"thank you" he whispered

"yeah sure" you laughed

"fucking hell. i am not suffering from you bickering but now i have to suffer for being your 3rd wheel? you've got to be kidding me" hyungwon complained as he saw both of you cuddling in your couch

"yeah suck ass hyungwon"