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God Damn : Changkyun❤️‍🔥

A/N: (i wrote this like over a year ago and never edited it🙃) Changkyun x reader (1st person), toxic breakup, drinking, angst, raw sex, rough sex. Emotional and smutty...I apologize in advance. 🌚

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"I'm really worried about him."

"He hasn't been himself since you left..."

"He's so lost without you..."

"He's not responding to any of us and we can't find him..."

"Please Mira.....you're the only one who knows him like us..maybe even better than us. He'll talk to you."

That last text from Kihyun was the hardest one to ignore because it was true.

I did know Changkyun better than his friends and that was one of the reasons why I left him in the first place.

I was done with him and this fucking city, already packed and in a hotel until the day of my flight came. This place held too many memories for me to remain here after our separation some months ago and the wounds were too fresh to risk the temptation to go back.

It hurts but I can't keep living like this.

Neither can he.

I knew I would find him here though.

He was such a creature of habit that it annoyed me that his friends wouldn't think to look here first.

It never fails.

He was always so easy to predict and sometimes I wish he'd prove me wrong.

Just once.

Maybe this is a setup.

Hmm...

The smoke was thick and blinding in the crowded basement and the bass shook the walls as I descended from the final step. The rain and thunder outside were drowned out immediately by the music and I have to squint my eyes to see through the haze as I stepped through it.

It was a typical Saturday night and the mutual acquaintance and owner of the house was hosting one of his usual boozed-up functions that I admittedly used to look forward to. But we all have to grow up sometime.

I moved through the swaying crowd of people too drunk and high to care about making way for the angry curly-headed brunette searching the crowd. All of them were lost in the rhythm of the music.

And whatever else they were on...

I hoped he would be among the many in the small sea of stoners. Make my life easy just once would you, Im Changkyun.

Fucking pain in my ass.

Eventually, I made my way to the furthest corner of the party which was illuminated by beaming red LEDs. Several booths lined the back wall where a single light bulb glowed above each table. All of them were littered with paraphernalia, hookahs, empty liquor bottles, and ashtrays filled to the brim with roaches (not the bugs) and cigarette butts. The stink of smoke was even more potent here since it was the source and it burned my eyes the closer I got.

That's when I saw him.

I know it was him immediately by the sway of his long unkept hair hanging in his face. His black leather jacket is draped behind him and the bulge of his tattooed bicep flexes beneath his loose white v-neck tee. He sat with his head down, his elbows resting on the table and his hands running through his hair.

He's alone. Thankfully. Or else this would have been thrice as awkward. It was at that moment that I questioned my intentions as I lingered a few feet away.

Why am I here?

I should just call one of his friends and tell them he's here.

Jooheon would be happy to pull up with Hosoek more than likely to take over.

Kihyun would march straight up to him and yank him up by his collar.

Minhyuk would most likely do something similar after cussing him out for worrying everyone.

Hyunwoo would sit and talk some sense into him, convince him to pull himself out of this ditch he'd buried himself in.

Hyungwon would drink with him for a little before convincing him to quit and go home.

They were his friends. They should be the ones to handle him in his ruins. Not me.

I should just call one of them.

I should walk away now.

I should...

I'm about to step back into the darkness of the dance floor but suddenly go stiff when Changkyun lifts his head and for the first time in what feels like forever I see his face.

He seems thinner, his jawline sharper than I remember, and there is a red smudge staining the corning of his bottom lip. That's when I noticed the redness on his knuckles.

The scrapes, bruises, and scars.

What had he done to himself after we went our separate ways? Drinking himself into a stooper aside. What demons had he been battling that I couldn't bear witnessing any longer?

Without thinking about it anymore, I approached him with a fast beating and heavy heart. I'm gonna get him out of here and be done.

For good.

I stand beside where he's seated and wait for him to notice me, hoping he isn't too far gone in the glass of what I presumed to be some form of cognac with no ice.

It only takes a few seconds for Changkyun to lift his head to look up at me with blank eyes. It's as if I was just some random girl blocking the light. But after a few seconds of exaggeratedly slow blinking, his expression changes from indifference to annoyance.

"Amira?" I catch on his lips. Changkyun looks me up and down, studying me in my jeans and coat before lazily locking eyes with me again.

"I'm here to take you home." I raise my voice and the look of irony on my ex's face gives me pause.

"Home...." He slurs with a tsk as he drags his eyes back down to the swirling liquor in his glass.

I furrow my brow at him but choose to dismiss the look of disgust on his face.

"Get up," I say with more urgency, not even bothering to raise my voice. Changkyun scoffs lightly before picking up the short-cut glass set before him on the table.

My face hardened as he ignored me to take a sip of the amber substance, his Adams Apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"I am home so.......Fuck off...." He mumbles, gesturing towards the glass as he sucks in another sip.

He was so stubborn when was drunk.

Definitely NOT going to miss that.

Losing my patience, I reach for the glass before he can take another sip and Changkyun's lightning reflexes seem well intact judging by how quickly he moved the cup from my reach. But in the process, he also underestimates the strength of his grip and the small glass shatters in his grasp.

Broken shards fall over the tabletop, spilling the alcohol all over its surface. No one around reacts to the scene though, leaving only me to witness the frustration in Changkyun's expression.

"God dammit..." I hear him huff and my eyes go wide at the steady stream of blood tricking from his palm. He doesn't seem to notice it though and is staggering to his feet like a drone. I already knew what he was after, a drink to replace that one and I wasn't having it.

"No," I say as I grabbed him by the wrist. Changkyun looks down at my hand then at me and scoffs.

"What are you doing?" He furrows his brow with an arrogant smirk.

"You can barely walk. No more drinking. Let's go." I yell over the music.

"Go home, Mira..."

"I'm not leaving here without you!"

"For fucks sake..."

Changkyun drunkenly scoffs at me again before snatching out of my grasp. I quickly grab his other and it turns into an obnoxious game of snatch and grab on the dance floor.

If I weren't so annoyed and pissed, I would be embarrassed at how childish we must have looked. Standing there playing tug of war with each other. Of course, I was no match for Changkyun's strength but I was sober. This meant my reaction time reflexes and persistence were bound to have him relenting to my will eventually.

It took some convincing and a bit of manhandling on my end to get Changkyun to leave the basement. Thankfully, there seems to be a break in the storm and I glance up at the sky with relief.

At least we wouldn't have to walk in the rain on top of me dragging this drunk ass.

My mood plummets once we reach the sidewalk. Because the moment we're outside and the humid air hits him, I flinch at how Changkyun suddenly moves out of my reach to double over a random trash can.

Ugh.

I rolled my eyes even harder as he wretched into the metal bin, resisting the urge to go to him. To rub his back and stroke his hair. To comfort him through the inevitable.

I don't though.

That wasn't my job anymore.

We stumble up the sidewalk for a few blocks until we reach his apartment building and I get him inside using the code I'd memorized from frequent use over the years. It was now pouring again and we were drenched by the time we stepped inside the building's lobby.

I get him inside and shiver at the chilling temperature from the doorway. As if being soaked to the bone with rainwater wasn't enough. It seemed as though just to vex me, my thoughtless drunk of an ex kept his heat off all day.

"Ugh..." I exhale again. Standing here cussing him in my mind wouldn't get us warm so with me supporting most of his weight, we enter.

A trail of wet shoes and outerwear lay abandoned by the front door and the hum of the heat filling the old vents of his apartment swirl around us as I sat in the living room.

I kept his lights dim and left the TV off as I listened to the rain pattering against the windows.

Changkyun snored softly in the spot I allowed him to plop down on the couch and he'd fallen asleep immediately, his hair and shirt still damp, leaving me on the armchair opposite of him.

There Amira. The job was done.

You can leave now.

Leave him and all of this torment behind you.

I said that to myself as I rose to my feet. Changkyun remained still and sleeping with his face mushed against the cushion, his wet hair fanned out over his head.

Why did he have to be so cute AND such a disaster all at once?

Lightning strikes, spooking me to sit back down on the indented sofa. Then another chill ran over my body despite the warming air, reminding me of the weather I'd be facing again once I stepped outside.

An Uber or cab would cost a bit.

And the metro station was too far to walk to in the rain.

Perhaps I should have thought this through, instead of allowing Kihyun's worrisome ass to convince me to do this.

"Dammit.." I sigh, ultimately deciding it would be best to stay put. Hopefully, Changkyun remained asleep by the time the storm let up enough for me to sneak out of there.

So I stayed, reluctantly, and leaned my head back against the cushion of the sofa.

Between the thunder, the buzzing hum of the heating system in his apartment, and the soft sound of Changkyun's muffled snoring, it wasn't long before my eyes began to roll back sleepily.

"Hey...."

I flinch and my eyes pop open to find Changkyun standing before me in the living room, shirtless with his wild mane sitting messily atop his head.

It looked as if he'd awakened some time ago and taken a shower since he's in different clothes and the clean scent of his shampooed hair is detectable from his proximity.

I gulp as my eyes travel down his body of their own volition but blink away any inappropriate ideas before they can form. I lift my gaze to find him staring at me with the same dark interest.

"You're still here..." he states calmly as I sit up in the seat and he regards me just as soft as his voice as I glance around the room with mild confusion.

It was still dark outside but the storm had eased up significantly.

Damn...

How long was I asleep?

His eyes seemed more sober than they were before he passed out and I looked up at him speculatively.

That's a relief.

"Um...yeah. Must have dozed off.." I mutter, grimacing as I shake the sleepiness away.

Changkyun makes a noise that could have either been a scoff or a snort of humor.

"Yeah. Me too.." he chuckles, but his smile doesn't touch his eyes as it trailed off.

I can't imagine the headache he must have right now.

At his pause, I take it upon myself to continue.

"I stuck around hoping that the storm would let up a bit and dry off. I wasn't trying to..."

"Naw it's cool. You don't have to explain...Shit, to be honest...I don't even remember how I got home. Glad you had something to do with that and not some random..." he chuckles shamelessly and although I know he saying it in a joking manner, I know he is serious.

There's no telling how many women he's brought back here after getting shitfaced.

The thought makes my stomach turn.

"Yeah well...Since you're awake, I should probably get going..." I concede amid his nervous chuckling, preparing to stand and Changkyun immediately lifts his hands to stop me.

"What? No...I mean... it's still raining and it's late. People drive like dick heads over here when it's wet..." he says, his choice of words always colorful.

"It's fine...I didn't drive. I took the train." I said truthfully.

Changkyun frowns at my response.

"You took the train? What happened to your car?" He asks and I go tense.

Oh boy.

"I.......sold it," I answer him, tucking my lips between my teeth as I wait for him to digest the answer.

The two of us hadn't spoken in a while which meant I hadn't made him aware of me moving away, let alone me selling the car he'd spent countless hours working on for free.

Other than it being in my name and me being financially responsible for it, Changkyun put just as many miles and effort into it as if it were his.

"You sold your car..." he deadpans and I nod affirmatively.

Bravely.

Awkwardly.

"Yep. For a really good price to a guy I knew from uptown. I.... can't afford to take it with me so.."

"Oh right! Because you're moving out of the city." Changkyun interrupts me.

The sluggishness in his voice was no longer present, telling me he was for sure sober. But that same hint of disdain and disgust presented itself as he spoke. I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off.

"Yeah....I know. Kinda saw it on Instagram. The whole "going away party" threads on your friend's stories gave me the clue. Sucks that I couldn't hear the news from you but...ya know." he shrugs sullenly.

I stand there quietly for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah." is all I can muster and Changkyun scoffs.

"Yeah.." he chuckles breathily, turning away from me as he runs a hand through his hair. I watched him begin to pace slowly, rubbing at the back of his neck and flaunting his bare upper body to the neon glow of the street lights just beyond his apartment window.

"I get it though. Of course you sold it. I mean...why not? You could always just get a replacement. Since that's your way of doing shit anyway. Commit to something, get it all fixed up, and just...walk away from it." He turns on his heel to throw in before turning his back to me again.

His statement stuns me and I'm left speechless as he continues away from me.

I watch his back and the shadows cast against his muscles from the dimness as he walks over to his array of liquor bottles lined up against the back wall of the kitchen counters. He reaches for a half-empty Hennesy, twisting the cap and tipping it back for a hefty sip that's swallowed down like water.

I furrow my brow at the way his shoulders sag in relief as he turns to me.

"You could have told me, you know? Thought we were better than that," he remarks stiffly before he lifts the bottle back to his lips, gazing over its body at me as he takes another sip.

His eyes are expectant and I just stare back, too tired to indulge him.

I sigh heavily and begin patting my pockets to make sure my phone and wallet are still there before spotting my keys on his coffee table.

"The only reason I'm here was because Kihyun reached out." I snatch them up and they jingle loudly as I step around the table. Changkyun frowns at the sound of his friend's name on my lips and narrows his eyes.

"Why the fuck would he hit you up?" he asks and I snort at the bitterness of his question.

"I asked myself the same thing. But he figured I was his last resort in getting in contact with you, seeing as how you've been avoiding everyone and missing work. Believe me, though, I'm starting to wish he hadn't..." I respond honestly breezing past Changkyun in the direction of his guest bathroom.

The only reason I'm able to move so comfortably around his apartment was that Id damn near made it my second home in the duration of our tumultuous relationship.

I wouldn't be surprised if I still had a toothbrush or a box of tampons here.

I flip the light switch, not at all surprised to find Changkyun following close behind and my disheveled reflection staring back at me in the mirror. My curls had dried only a little and my makeup was smudged a tad but not ruined.

"Right..because I'm not your problem anymore." He chuffs, taking another sip and I roll my eyes at his antics as I try to tend to my appearance. I run my fingers through my hair roughly before snatching a paper towel off the roll, dampening it before wiping just below my eyeline.

"You were never my problem Changkyun. The only one here with problems was you." I mutter distractedly, frowning at how difficult it was to wipe away my mascara. My response seems to amuse him and an ironic smirk crosses his face as he leans against the doorway.

"And I'm guessing that's why you left? Me and my problems? Just me though, right? Since you're so perfect..." he asks with a cheeky tone and I hiss irritably as I abruptly turn to face him.

"What choice did I have? What choice did you give me? All we do is fight. It's not healthy for either of us and I'm exhausted. YOU are exhausting. I never claimed to be perfect but you..." I go on and Changkyun nods cynically as I speak.

"Yeah...c'mon. Lay it on me. Tell me how horrible I am despite all the shit I've done for you...I'm the fucking worst right?" He chortles and I can't help but laugh.

"Like I haven't done shit for you! Don't act like that negates the fact that you can't change or that...I don't know...We just aren't compatible anymore. That we've grown apart..."

"I'm not changing for somebody who doesn't know what the fuck they want. Ok?" Changkyun cuts in, jutting his forefingers into his sternum emphatically.

"You're impossible to satisfy Mira! You want me to be someone that I'm not. At least not yet...You put pressure on me to do shit how you want and when I fall short, I'm the bad guy. I never cheated on you. Never put my hands on you..."

"Gee, thanks for the bare minimum of common decency Kyun. I appreciate it." I mumble amid his rambling...

"..when you suggested seeing a shrink, I was open to it.." he continues.

"But did you go?" I tack on and he rolls his eyes.

"That's not the point. You gotta give me time. This shit here? Talking about my feelings...this is new territory for me. You never cut me any slack. You just criticize and jet like you're doing now.."

"Because I'm tired of cutting you slack. I'm tired of waiting...I wanted us to evolve and be better together. I wanted us to live together officially and live healthier and get married and..." I trail off, the words clogging my throat as the heartbreak of feeling rejected by him swell.

For a while, we were fine.

But eventually, I wanted more than what he was willing to give. And he tried to appease me and distract me from the fact that our relationship had hit a plateau.

It took us having a pregnancy scare for me to really see how unprepared he was for us moving forward.

"...but you've made it explicitly clear that that's not what you want." I nearly choke on the sob threatening to break through.

We'd been through this too many times and rehashing it was the last thing I wanted. Changkyun blinked a few times as if he needed to gauge my demeanor before responding.

Then he looked away painfully, grimacing a bit as he rubbed at the back of his neck with a troubled sigh.

"I know...I'm just..not ready.." he mutters, his eyes now on the floor. His jaw tightened and shifted as he contemplated something and I remained in front of the bathroom sink patiently.

The silence between us was deafening and the longer I gazed at him and his conflicted state, the stronger my urge to cry became.

I love this man.

So much that it hurts to even say it.

Changkyun lifts his head suddenly at the sound of me sniffling and I curse myself for letting a tear escape.

I turn my back to wipe it away with a shaky huff.

"I know. And I'm not waiting for you to be. I can't. I'm just done." I shake my head, avoiding the searing look in his eyes I knew he was giving me.

I sniffle again, scanning his bathroom for the tiny waste bin to discard the charcoal-streaked paper towel and Changkyun stands unmoved in the doorway as I brush past him.

Before I'm clear of him, I feel his hand gripping me by the wrist.

I pause, anticipating the inevitable. Another condescending remark to get a rise out of me, provoking me to engage in more back and forth. Feeding his selfish need to drain me until I was as empty as he felt.

But to my surprise, he says nothing.

At his silence, I turn to find him staring at our now intertwined fingers sadly.

His brow creased painfully and the muscles in his jaw tensed as he bit back the urge to cry, the urge that glistened in his hooded eyes.

"You can't be angry at me for not wanting what you want when you want it," he repeats and I roll my eyes, pulling my hand from his with little effort. He doesn't try to stop me from withdrawing despite us moving like magnets. He drags behind me to the living room mindlessly.

"I'm not doing this...." I mutter as I scan the room as if I'd forgotten something.

"You're here, so you are. We..are doing this." He grits, his tone making me turn on my heel to face him with the full intention to cuss and give him exactly what he wanted.

But the way he glares into me with broken eyes and his sullen shoulders, I'm rendered silent.

"We could have worked this out but instead you did what you always do when shit gets tough. Run away.." he closes the distance between us tentatively, his voice shaking as he spoke.

I shake my head at the conviction in his voice, knowing we were at an impasse.

"Right.." I chuckle before wiping my eyes one more time. I lift them to match his glare intensely.

"And you go and do what you always do when you can't take accountability for shit. Go and find solace at the bottom of a liquor bottle until you're painting the floor with it."

I know the words a daggers to him when he narrows his eyes.

"And you're such a saint." Changkyun tuts his brow arrogantly at me.

Yes. There was a time when getting black-out drunk and high was considered a good time. And those horrible habits were the reason Changkyun and I bonded. Mutual interests evolved as did our relationship and loving him made being under the influence less necessary.

"Well, it's a good thing we ended things right? Since we're so different..." I shrug and Changkyun scoffs, looking away with his tongue sticking through the skin of his cheek. When he looks back, it's with a look that always used to make my core tighten.

"I didn't end shit." he insists, narrowing his eyes at him darkly.

"I know."

"Exactly. So stop acting like I wronged you in all of this. Stop acting like I'm the one who broke your heart, Mira."

The tears were flowing freely by now and I neither had the will or strength to resist them anymore. Eyes rimmed red and shining, I let out a laugh that morphs into a muffled sob.

"I had to. Don't you understand? For the sake of my sanity, I had to walk away because I was not going to sit back and watch you destroy yourself. To watch us destroy each other. I loved you too much to continue this. I tried but I just couldn't. I had to be done."

"What if I'm not?"

"Kyun..."

"I don't wanna be done."

He stares at me blankly for a moment, his eyes reading the way I avoided his with a melancholy smirk.

Suddenly Im inhaling the malted mix of cognac and mint as he grabbed me at the back of my neck, pulling me forward so that he could rest his forehead against mine.

His eyes bore into mine, dark as obsidian and just as hard. The tip of his nose brushes mine and he tilts his head so his words are painted against my lips in an exalted exhale.

"And neither do you.." he mouths, our parted lips sharing a desperate breath for a moment before one of us gives in.

And it's him.

It's always him.

The darkness in his eyes was sinful when he pulled away and I'm ashamed to have been the one chasing his lips a little when he did.

His presence was more intoxicating than any liquor I ever consumed.

The way neon lights from beyond the window blinked against the side of his face, highlighting his chiseled features as he walked me back until I was pressed flat against the wall of his living room.

"Kyunnie?" I stammer as he pressed against me, pinning me to the concrete grey-painted wall, kneading my nape as he tipped his head back just enough to see my face.

His eyes danced with mine for a moment, both of us hesitating and searching for something in the other.

"You hate me, don't you?" He asks.

"I never said that..." I attempt to respond but he shakes his head.

"You never had to..." he cuts me off, his eyes falling to my lips. Without a shred of hesitation, he leans in and kisses me again.

Harder.

More fervently.

Hennessy and desperation lingered on his tongue but he didn't kiss me as if on a drunken impulse. He kissed me as if his life depended on it. Sloppy and frantic. Our teeth clashed at moments as our tongues fought and our voices melded into a melody of muffled moans.

What the hell was happening...

A few minutes ago I was ready to walk away from this part of my life. Ready to end this chapter and close the door on the man who knew better but wouldn't do or be better.

Toxic wasn't even the word.

His mouth parts from mine and he trails sloppy desperate pecks down from my lips to my neck.

My weakness.

The moment his lips grazed my skin, chills ran over my entire body, and Changkyun wasted no time in taking my flesh between his teeth. His hard body felt hot against mine and I wasn't sure if it was his heartbeat I felt through my clothes or my own. But what I did know was that I needed him.

In more than just a physical sense.

I needed him all over me.

On top of me.

Inside me.

His tongue swipes over the series of love bites he placed on my skin and I moan his name needingly. I feel him smile against me and chuckle softly before sucking a mark over my pulse.

He knew he had me the moment he sunk his teeth into my skin. Im putty in his hands and anything he desired was his as long as he was willing to fulfill mine.

Seconds later, we're falling back against his couch with me straddling his waist and him ripping my clothes off. It was not long before Im naked and gazing down at the length of Changkyun's dick standing up in his grasp.

He bites his lip, dragging his hooded gaze up my body as if he'd never seen it before.

Or as if he believed he'd never see it again.

He squeezed my hip with his other hand, encouraging me to grind my hips against him a few times before rising to my knees.

Wordlessly, he guides me down to sink into me slowly. A slow hiss blows between his teeth before his jaw goes slack and my eyes flutter shut in ecstasy at the slight sting.

It felt like forever since I'd had him inside me but it couldn't have been long enough for me to forget how he stretched me. I moan shamelessly with my head thrown back, my waist already whining against him and Changkyun reaches up to tangle his fingers with the hair at my nape.

He pulls me forward, forcing me to look at him as he buries himself as deep as I'll allow him.

"Fuck me baby...fuck me like you fucking hate me.." Changkyun demands, the growl in his deep raspy voice driving me wild with emotion and lust.

I obey immediately, placing my hands on the back of the couch for better support. I slowly roll my hips back and forth to find my rhythm, using my lower body strength to bounce on him. Every movement pushes him deeper and I soon lose myself completely in how good he felt.

Like he was made for me.

My moans soon drowned out the sound of our skin slapping together, the wetness and stimulation pushing me closer to climax.

It never took long for Changkyun to make me cum. He knew my body that well and at times I resented it. He was arrogant with the power he held and it's shown in the amusement written all over his face right now.

His brow is perked and his eyes are fixed on my face, relishing in the painfully pleasured expression of my impending orgasm as he bucked his hips to drive himself exactly where I needed him.

When my legs begin to shake, he smiles and fucks into me faster until a rush of release spurts out and around his dick. My warmth and wetness surrounded him like a waterfall, and he fought against the current effortlessly as I cried out.

"Oh my god.." I drawl out and Changkyun silences anything else I might have said by pulling me in by the neck to kiss him sloppily.

He hugs me against him, holding me in place as his hips continue to roll upwards and stroking me slowly as we kiss.

"I changed my mind..." I mutter against his lips and he hums questioningly.

"I do hate you..." I finish, his only response being a cruel chuckle that makes my walls clench around him.

"Fuck, Mira..." he whispers, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I pull back slowly, allowing the flesh to stretch before he releases it with reluctance.

I attempt to untangle myself from him but his embrace only tightens with resistance.

Before I can question him, Changkyun grunts as he stands with his arms hooked beneath my legs. My eyes widen in surprise to find his hardened gaze fixated on where were still connected, biting his lip and bouncing my body against his dick.

This angle was even more torturous as it not forced him deeper, but the constant feel of me pounding against him had my clit throbbing from the friction. Not to mention the fact that he held me up and fucked me like this for a while, reminding me of how strong he was physically.

I almost feel like I can't breathe and my voice is hoarse from moaning. I most likely came again. Or a few times. I wouldn't be able to tell. I can barely see since tears still blurred my vision from before and I had no choice but to be at the mercy of my ex and his determination to prove a point.

Though, I had no idea or care of what it was.

"You hate me? Hmm...you hate me?" He grunted in time with his hard strokes, still holding me up in his arms.

I mumble his name endlessly and amidst a string of breathy moans.

I do hate him.

Hate him for ruining all men for me after this.

Hate him for always fucking me..making love to me..like his life depended on it.

Hate him for branding himself on my damaged soul so that every time I closed my eyes, my heart projected his face against the blank walls of my mind.

Hate him for giving me no choice other than to love him.

Fuck, I love him.

Changkyun pauses to step briskly with me still in his hold, nudging his already open bedroom door away for us to enter.

A chill ran over my skin as he stepped deeper into his room. The scent of his cologne and bed sheets trigger memories I fought to forget and I gasp when the softness of his them grace my back.

He doesn't waste another second.

He spreads me wide, keen eyes on where his dick still split me and a thick stream of saliva drips from his tongue and onto the point where we met.

As if it was needed.

I just think he got harder at the idea of stuffing me with as much of his DNA as he could.

And I hate to admit how hot it was.

"Kyun.." I sigh and his eyes snap up to my begging eyes as he sinks into me.

His hips rock my body higher on the mattress and his solid arms cage me against his chest as he fucked me.

Slowly.

Purposefully.

It wasn't hurried and frantic like before.

He curled into me and stroked my warm velvety walls with a gentleness I'd missed from him.

He savored me.

On his lips. On his tongue. In my sex.

Changkyun made love to me like a man stroking against a current, fighting his way to shore.

He fucked me as if it pained him not to.

I felt his lips kissing the shell of my ear as he whispered my name.

Over and over.

I can tell he's unraveling and that the moment is limited.

I held him against me, my nails scraping over his back as he rocked into me faster and harder, making me gasp.

I needed him.

Maybe not beyond this moment or these four walls.

But I needed him now in any way I could.

He'd barely pulled out in time before he spurts himself all over the face of my pussy, hiccuping my name against my throat as he came.

He strokes himself slowly, squeezing the final few drops of cum over my pink folds before pressing his dick back inside of me.

He's still rock hard and my slicked walls welcome him in with zero resistance.

I brace my hands against his hard biceps as he sank deeper inside of me to the hilt, the tip of him pressing as far as it would go. He flexes his hips and pushes himself impossibly deep.

So deep that I can feel our pulses throbbing between us.

So deep that it was as if he was yearning to touch a part of me that he never felt. A part of me that would be our saving grace and keep the withering connection between us alive.

But all I felt was pain.

Sweet.

Somber.

Sobering.

Pain.

"Changkyun...." I whimper beneath him and he eases back an inch with a heavy sigh as he lays his full weight over me.

He rests his face in the crook of my neck and I feel his warm touch caressing my face. His thumb swipes over the apple of my cheek, sweeping over the trail of tears that still flowed from my eyes.

For a while we just lay there, leveling our labored breaths and staring into the sepia tone of his darkened apartment bedroom. I feel myself drifting asleep until the deep vibrations of Changkyun's tired voice pull me back up.

"Hmm?" I rasp and he sniffs and swallows the hard lump of emotion in his throat, hugging our naked bodies tighter together.

"I don't blame you...for hating me." He says shakily, sniffling again. If it weren't for his grip on me and my fatigue, I would have pushed him away just enough for me to see his face.

I furrow my brow and contemplate what I could say to him in response. Just to ease the pain in his voice a touch because I did love him that much.

But...

"I hate me too..." he adds on, squeezing me again.

Changkyun turns his face so that that his nose brushes against my nape and his shuddering breath against my skin makes me shiver.

He cries there for a moment and the weakened tone of his light sobs pull me down into the abyss with him. I say nothing though. Knowing anything I could say would either sound patronizing or enabling.

Or a like a lie.

And I just couldn't do it anymore.

But God Dammit if it didn't hurt.

"I'm sorry." He whipsers after his silence sets a pause in his tears. The words sound painful for him to say and for some reason, my heart ached.

This changed nothing. He was still who he was and so was I. As much as we loved each other, it would never be enough.

"Me too. " Is all I can manage to say and I tangle my fingers in the sweat-damp hair at his nape, stroking his scalp with my fingertips soothingly as we both lay motionless.

Still connected in the only way we could be.

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#monsta x smut #changkyun #changkyun smut #jooheon #wonho #hyungwon #minhyuk #kihyun #hyunwoo #shownu #monsta x #monsta x fanfic #monsta x imagines #monsta x changkyun

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frenchkisstheabyss · 10 months

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♡ merry go 'round ♡

♡ This request truly warmed my Monbebe heart. I'm so happy this darling requested this. If you happen to want to listen to the song you dance to together at your reception it's "Merry Go Round of Life" by Joe Hisaishi! ♡

Pairing: newlywed!kihyun x newlywed!fem!reader

Genre: fluffy smut...smutty fluff ♡

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, your nipples get a lil nibble, sex gets a bit rough, & that's about it.

There’s no one else but you…

Twinkling lights and bundles of exquisite silk are draped from one pillar to the next in the courtyard of a chic art museum brimming with the people you hold dearest. Months of effort put in by a dedicated team of interior designers, florists, chefs, and endless others went into making it feel as though you were tossed into the happy ending of some fairytale. Only, this isn’t the end of anything. It’s the beginning of everything and, with his arms around you, as you float across the dancefloor to his favorite song, Kihyun can’t imagine the beginning of any story being more important than this one.

As graceful and ethereal as you are in your wedding dress, he can feel the faint trembling of your body against his. He leans in closer to your ear, maintaining a charming smile for the cameras, “You’re shaking. Are you okay?” “Yeah, it’s just---I never thought I’d---” you stutter, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “And now we’re---married.” You exhale “married” like birdsong. Light, feathery, and peaceful. “We are. Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts already” he teases, coaxing a smile out of you. “Shut up” you sniffle, a few tears streaming from your eyes.

Taking a tissue from his pocket, Kihyun pats your cheeks dry, careful not to smudge your makeup. It’s only now, staring into his starry brown eyes, that you notice he’s on the verge of tears too. A single tear breaks free for a brief second before you gently wipe it away, eliciting a wave of admiration from the crowd gathered to watch your first dance. Kihyun tilts his head back, trying his hardest to prevent another tear from escaping. “I said I wouldn’t cry.” You bring your arms from around his neck, manicured fingers cradling his cheeks, and kiss him.

With his lips against yours, you tremble still, maybe even more so, at the sparks that fly between you. Sparks that always have and always will.

“I love you” he whispers between the warmth of your lips. A chill runs down your spine as his fingertips trace the arch of your back. The plush mattress embraces the pressure of your naked bodies dancing across it, your limbs entangled like vines climbing a polished stone wall. His tongue tickles the surface of your skin in search of the stiff bud at the peak of your plump breasts. “I---ah---love you too” you gasp at the sensation of him taking the bud between his lips, nibbling at it just enough to widen your lidded eyes.

His left hand dips between your legs, delighting in the audible wetness of your pussy. “You’re so wet for me, baby” he hums, coating his fingers in your arousal. They sink into your core and you can hardly help the noises you make as he pumps them in and out of you. You spread your legs wider, desperate for more, and he adds another finger. “Kihyun---baby---mmm” you whine, riding his fingers until you feel his knuckles flush against you. These past two weeks leading up to the wedding have been so hectic that you haven’t had the time to be alone. And now that you are…

“I need you. Need to taste you” he says like a wish---a prayer---curling his fingers to feel the tightness of your walls. Propping himself up with one arm, he lifts off of you enough to glimpse the decadence streaming from your slit onto the hotel’s satin sheets. How unfair, he thinks, that it’s your wedding night and they got to taste you before he did. But it’s his turn now. Your nipple springs free from his lips, his spit still glistening on the swollen, tingling bud. He kisses his way down your stomach, stopping to let his mouth hover above your aching clit.

Your nails comb through velvet strands of his short hair, hips lifting to get closer to the friction you crave. Kihyun slips his fingers out of you, slathering your juices between your folds before he spreads them to fully expose your clit. “Mmm, missed this so much” he groans, his mouth descending upon you with an insatiable hunger. There’s nothing inside of you and yet you catch yourself clenching, sharp moans between short breaths letting him know when he hits just the right spot.

“Oh my god. Oh---fuck---yes. So good” you whimper, eyes rolling to the back of your head from how well he slurps you down. He flicks his tongue against the sensitive nub and you’re gripping his hair tighter, body trembling the way you did in his arms only a few hours ago. You’re a classical instrument that he knows how to play with such precision that the tension inside of you is already building. You lift his head away from you, staring down lovingly at the face of a man intoxicated by the taste of you, “Fuck me and don’t hold back, okay?”

No sooner than the words “Fuck me” leave your lips is he kissing you again, his cock thrust into you so deeply that you’re pinned to the bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him as his rhythmic thrusts overstimulate your pulsing core. The way you can feel him---the way he feels you---is so complete. So satisfying. There isn’t an inch of him, not a single vein pumping blood along the shaft of his thick cock, that you can’t feel drag against your walls. Soon your legs collapse and you’re coming so hard around him that your ears are ringing.

He hooks a thumb into your mouth, keeping your jaw open to hear you cry out his name. “Ki---uh---ki!” It’s incoherent but so beautiful. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he throws your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you harder every time. “Fuck” he hisses, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches, pumping you full of his seed until it’s flowing down your thighs. He collapses onto you and your arms are around him again. As you come down together, the tremors in your bodies calming, he takes deep breaths, inhaling your scent swearing that there’s no one else---no one at all for him---but you.

#kihyun x reader #monsta x x reader #kihyun x you #monsta x smut #monsta x fluff #monsta x x female reader

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1tarot1with1k1o · 7 months

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Hello klo! How are u doing?? I wanna participate in your newer k-pop game please! I hope it's still open!

1 I think you are similar to joohoney from MX cause I think you have strength to you but also soft!

2. Get along well with -Johnny idk maybe someone who is very social but doesn't try to take control in social settings would go well with you.

3. Do you like Shinee? I literally channeled them and then their song started to play. is Minho from the group your bias by any chance?

These are all I got for you, I got a lot even though your said to choose one! And I'm asking for Kihyun from MX for me please!

🥹✨

Hii 💕 I’m doing alright, thank you very much! I hope you’re doing well yourself 🫶 of course you can still participate!!

Omg joohoney 🥺 it’s so cute to be associated with him! Fun fact…his aegyo is the only one I actually melt over lol. Usually it’s quite cringe to me, but he’s just so adorable 😭. I’m honored to give you similar vibes to him. He’s really cool!!!

Yes you’re so on point! I either need someone as calm as me, or someone who takes the lead in the conversation but that isn’t overwhelming to be around. Johnny seems really fun to hang out with (plus he’s tall so I could finally wear heels around him and not feel self conscious lol). I’d love to do fun activities and chill with him!

Omg girllll!!! (gender neutral lol) hahahahahahha I swear I used to have the biggest celebrity crush on Minho years ago!!!! Lmaoo. He’s just such an interesting and strong person! How can you not like him…not you exposing me like that 👀. But it’s so funny you channeled that hahha, great job 🤣

Such cute energies from you two 🥹 aww. I got the feeling that he would be very protective towards you (not in an overbearing way. He would simply be extra attentive and worry about your well being). He would definitely look out for you, and make sure that you’re having the best time when you’re around him. I could literally see him looking at you while smiling with an endeared expression on his face. He would be so whipped, and he would find you very cute and lovely. Not even necessarily in a romantic way, but he would really like you! He would find you interesting, and think of you as a very precious person. I feel the energy of a big brother caring for the younger sibling. Not to siblingzone you lol; it’s just the kind of vibe I get hahah. He would really like to cook for you I heard? He would try his best. He would really want to do something for you, so feeding you homemade food is one of the things he would really want to do. He’d always ask you to update him, and he would attentively listen to you, and then give you words of encouragement or advice. Depending on what you would need in that moment. I feel like he would try to help you as much as he can, but when he won’t be able to actually help you, he will do his best to still offer you support. The kind of person that would give you his jacket or sweater if you’re cold, or that would buy you a comfortable pair of shoes if your feet are hurting. He would go to the extra mile in order to be of service to you, and make your day better. You might have an age gap, and that’s why he’d feel extra endeared by you, or he would simply see you as someone very precious because of the way you are/present yourself. He might also be physically affectionate with you! I saw him patting your head, and even holding your hand or waist as to not make you get separated in a crowd. He would do anything to comfort you. He’d definitely drive you wherever you need him to, and he would totally be the type of person to get in the car and go pick you up if you’re out late at night, or if you had something to drink; regardless of the hour. It’s giving kdrama boyfriend. You’d activate his dad friend side. It’s truly such a sweet energy omg I love it so much 😭😭😭

I hope you enjoyed the reading!! I really liked your ask, as you can probably tell hahah. Have an amazing day! 🥰🩷

#klo #anon #tarot community #free readings #spirituality #intuitive game #closed game #kpop readings

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locatingmyheart · 2 years

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2022 MONSTA X [NO LIMIT] TOUR in SEOUL CONCERT (Beyond Live)

Jooheon - I might have made the mistake of forgetting how charismatic my ult is. Like sir but it away. I need you to save me from you. Let me live. He looked AMAZING not that I’m shocked he always does. The shirt ripping happened . . . for the THIRD TIME . . . in 1080p it was even more thirst inducing. Just one thirsty thought . . . is the tattoo real? I’m literally chopping at the bit to know.

Changkyun - This one is the one who broke me. I was doing well during endingments. AND THEN THIS BITCH HIT ME IN THE FEELS. He was right. I’ve been worried about him and what his contract means for MX (I dont like change. I’m the worse with it) and he just made me feel so much better about the situation with his words. I feel relief. Thank you Changkyun. I hope you know your words did alot. The dancing he did . . . RUDE.

Kihyun - WHY CAN HE SING SO WELL LIVE?!! Like our King was just kinging. I dont care what anyone says he’s one of the best of his generation and proves it every time he opens his mouth. He has such a bright personality. He was commanding that stage. I havent heard Rain in a minute which I now realize is so shameful because it sounded fucking beautiful with all the emotion of Kihyun’s live vocals.

Minhyuk - KEEP YOUR TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH FOR MY SANITY PLS (CHANGKYUN YOU TOO) Minkyuk was sooooooo handsome. And Ongsimi isnt my favorite song but its so much better with a stage. He giving so much personality which I shouldn't be surprised by but was. He had me giggling and smiling. The entire concert he was serving facials for days. His care for Jooheon just makes me melt into a jealous puddle every time.

Hyungwon - He shocked me. Like he was giving us eyes for days and I did know how to get my shit together about it. Honestly I feel like this last comeback has really shown how much of into his own Hyungwon is. He just looked comfy and sure of himself and that just made me so proud and happy that he achieved that. I just growth in this concert (I havent seen him in concert if you can call this seeing him in concert since their first ever online concert which was years ago). Our Wonnie is growing up *tears up* ALSO DOES HE BEEF WITH SLEEVES? Because he’s always rolling them up or not wearing them.

Shownu - Thank you for always being there when you can to show your support to our boys because you means so much to them and of course us.

It was a great set list. I love how they commanded the crowd, especially when they crowd got out of line (come on Monbebe we’re better than that) I’m mad at myself because I should have recorded it just for the VCR. Kihyun that leather jacket was criminal. I enjoyed myself so much even tho I’m on my period and currently wanna die. Hope other Monbebe did too.

I’m going to die in my bed now so for any grammar and spelling error I’m not checking this

#2022 MONSTA X [NO LIMIT] TOUR in SEOUL #monsta x #who i am but in text

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biffhofosho · 2 years

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Another Year Wilder | Part Two

Part One | Part Two

Word Count: 21k

A/N: Final Part. A DELUGE OF SMUT. LITERALLY NOTHING BUT.

Reality? I don’t know her. I only know an altverse where I write a gangbang, and MX immediately teases one in their latest album concept photos. SO YEAH, THIS IS HELL, WHERE I NOW LIVE.

Reminder: group sex/gangbang, boss(es)/employee relations, nothing but unprotected sex, blindfolds, spitroasting, blowjobs, facials, handjobs, fingering, multiple multiple creampies, just generally showered in cum omgwhy, dumbification, competitive fucking because why the fuck not, exhibitionism and voyeurism elements, manhandling, dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, possessiveness, sir kink, restrained by others (but most def not dubcon), so much fucking dirty talk, so so so much fucking praise, mild self-inflicted degradation lol, body worship, the loveliest aftercare (hey, she works fucking hard in this—she deserves it), probably other stuff because this is a shitshow.

The symphony of darkened voices poured like honey in her ears and clung just as persistently.

Jordana had to wet her mouth before she could even form words. “This is a lot to handle.”

“You have no idea,” laughed Hoseok before he yelped at what was no doubt somebody’s elbow in his ribs.

“It’s a lot to admit,” Hyunwoo said, his tone gentle but still heavy, “but if you want us, we want you.”

“We want to show you how special you are, especially on your birthday,” added Jooheon, with a squeeze of her wrist.

“So,” Changkyun said with his mouth beside her ear, “will you let us?”

It was hard to talk through her ragged breaths, but their silence gave her all the room she needed to catch what tatters she could. “Let you fuck me?”

“Please,” Hoseok begged. She felt his meaty hand squeeze her bare knee, and fire blazed a trail through her body straight to her already twitching cunt.

“How—how would we do this exactly?” she stammered. “You guys are a lot. I mean, there’s a lot of you and there’s also, you know, a lot of you.”

Minhyuk crowded out Jooheon at her side, no doubt sitting on his friend’s lap as he cuddled up along her side. He rested his chin on her shoulder and placed a kiss just under her jaw. “We’ll take good care of you, YoYo. It’s a game we all want to win, so if you need something, you just have to tell us.”

Changkyun had her other hand now, the back of it to his lips as he kissed every knuckle in time with his throaty words: “Any. Little. Thing.”

Kihyun, as always, stayed focused on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to call all the shots, Jordana. Same rules apply as they did to the kissing game.”

“So the blindfold stays?” she said bitterly.

“That's right, beautiful. And no touching unless instructed to. If your hand’s not on a cock, you keep it above your head, understood?”

Jordana groaned, but this time, instead of frustration, it was out of lust.

She heard them shuffle into a corner and switch to their native Korean, so she couldn't understand a word of what they were planning, but she figured they were drawing lots or mounting some kind of strategy. When they came back, she caught the smile in Kihyun’s voice as he announced, “We're all agreed. Until you guess the name correctly, we’ll all be silent when we're inside you.”

Uncontrollably, Jordana’s back arched up from the couch as the sin was spoken out loud.

“Hey,” Changkyun snapped, “we’ve got it way worse. We can’t say anything that will let you know who’s fucking you until you guess correctly.”

“So you better hurry up,” Jooheon warned.

Kihyun added, “If you guess incorrectly twice, then the player reserves the right to claim a second round.”

“Oh my God,” Jordana whimpered and squeezed her thighs together.

“And if you can't take it now, he can give it to you later.”

Another arch and a moan from her rattled the picture frames on the walls.

“Do you agree?” Hyunwoo asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand?” Kihyun added.

“Yes!” she said more like a beg than a simple consent. “What if I guess correctly?”

The vice president hummed. “The rules loosen some for the remainder of that round. You’ll keep the blindfold on—we want you to feel us deep inside you—but everyone can have fun with you again and you can touch as you see fit.”

It was getting harder and harder to hear over the roar in her ears, but Jordana asked, “It doesn’t stop when I guess correctly?”

“Why would it? I told you, it’s only fair if everyone here gets a little win.”

Her mouth tasted like cotton. “So— So you— That means you plan on—”

She was frozen now, but Minhyuk didn’t mind as he rubbed his swollen lips pendulously across hers. “We’re all going to cum, but don’t worry—you’ll cum hardest, YoYo. We’ll see to it.”

This time when he kissed her in earnest, she kissed him back. She wanted to cup Minhyuk’s face and pull him closer, but Changkyun still had her one hand, only now he was sucking lightly on each fingertip while Jooheon had snatched back the hand she’d rested on his thigh and put it right back where it belonged, bumping precariously against the bulge in his pants.

When Minhyuk finally pulled back, Jordana gasped for air. She was uncomfortably wet and painfully aware of every inch of her own skin and how it was still untouched. Even sitting, she was dizzy.

“You can handle that, can’t you, Jordana?” Kihyun asked.

She didn’t think she had focus enough to answer, but she nodded on autopilot anyway, ready to agree to their every whim. “I can handle it all.”

A few groans interspersed the hums and the grunts around the room, and suddenly, Jordana remembered she had power here, too—that they were all waiting for her. She swallowed hard to wet her throat as she asked, “And you’re okay with… doing this here with each other?”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” asked Changkyun.

“It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before,” Minhyuk added.

Jordana bit her lip. “So… you’ve done this kind of thing before?”

“Fuck, how cute is she?” said Jooheon as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “Are you worried we’ve found someone else to spoil? You want us all to yourself, don’t you?”

She could feel the skin at her collar rouge, and she tried to hide her face, but Jooheon wouldn’t let her until she answered. “I just— It sounds like you know what you’re doing.”

“We may have talked about it a few times,” Hyungwon admitted shyly.

Hoseok scoffed. “A few hundred times.”

“You talk about me like—like this?” Jordana said, absolutely stunned.

Two fingers marched up her forearm to her collar where they fanned out and played about the skin there until they loosely ringed her throat, directing all her attention to where she now sensed Minhyuk. “And that doesn’t include the time we’ve fantasized about you under our desks or pressed up against our office doors, but would you rather talk about that now or would you rather experience it? Even I’m getting a little tired of all the teasing, YoYo.”

He tipped her chin up so her mouth jutted open and she could barely mutter her agreement. Minhyuk let her go, and a whimper came tumbling out.

“Okay!” he continued brightly.

“Just one more question,” Jordana said. “What happens since I already know Hyunwoo’s going last?”

Whispers circulated around the room.

“How does she know that?” Hyungwon whispered.

Beside her, Jooheon started to answer, but she cut him off. “Because Hyunwoo always puts everyone else first. But I know the truth—it's really because he wants to be the one to leave the lasting impression.”

The tension deepened with the silence.

“You’re a good girl, Jordana,” the president said, kissing the top of her head. “When I take you, you can watch.”

Hyunwoo’s words sent a tremor through her. She was so turned on, it hurt. All she wanted was some relief, so she rubbed her thighs together for the merciful friction, but she should have known how carefully she was being scrutinized. Just because she couldn’t see them didn’t mean they weren’t studying her every move.

“Stand her up,” Kihyun ordered seconds before two sets of hands closed around Jordana’s arms and pulled her to the center of the room to stand shaking in a circle of men she couldn’t see. “She’s trying to get herself off before she even lets us have a chance.”

“That’s not—” she protested, but Kihyun shushed her.

“And she tells me I’m the one with the trust issues when she’s the one who doesn’t trust us to make her feel good, boys.”

Mortified, Jordana spun around awkwardly as she tried to reassure everyone it wasn’t true, but now they were just chuckling and teasing her, helping her spin until she was falling into their arms like she was some drunken harlot. Maybe she was. If she were, she didn’t want to sober up. Every embrace was warm and inviting and capped with quick, sloppy kisses and caresses until she was nothing but raw nerves and reckless energy.

At last, she tumbled against a tree trunk chest, and a pair of arms closed her in so the world finally stabilized. She recognized Hyunwoo at once, and she leaned back into his comforting presence. “Are you trying to make Jordana regret saying yes to us?”

“Oh, come on,” said Hoseok. “We’re just having some fun.”

Hyunwoo’s hand took up residence on the back of her head, and his fingers combed through her knot of curls. If it weren’t for the blindfold, it would have been sweet and reassuring, but that illusion of tenderness vanished with her ponytail as he pulled the tie from her hair and let her messy locks run wild.

Kihyun tugged her forward, but her legs quivered and she collapsed into his side as his arms encircled her. Jordana pictured his face—the crinkle at his brow knowing she was wrinkling his dress shirt—and a thrilling wave of fear washed through her.

“You’re awfully worked up, little one,” he said lowly. “You sure you’re only going to be able to handle us? There are a lot of very hard cocks in here for one tight, little pussy to take, no matter how eager she is.”

“Ki!” she whined with inflamed cheeks and heaving breasts. “I can’t believe you’d say that!”

“Now, is that what I asked you?”

“N-no.”

“Then I expect an answer.” Kihyun’s voice was smoky with intent as his thumb pressed heavily on Jordana’s clothed mound. “Are you sure this hot, hungry cunt of yours is going to be able to take all that we want to give you?”

“Yes!” she shouted as she fisted his shirt.

All of a sudden, she felt herself being passed off into another pair of hands and then another, like an assembly line of men eager to take their own piece of her, until she had no idea where she was in the room except to know she had landed in Hyunwoo’s arms. It was impossible to mistake the commanding way he held her, with one hand at the back of her head and the other clamped to her ass as though he intended to scoop her up. His lips dusted across her forehead as he spoke.

“We’re going to take it slow, okay? I promise. We’re all going to play nice with you—and with each other.” She could hear the note of warning in Hyunwoo’s voice, and no doubt, the other guys caught it, too. “If it’s too much, you tell us. No more keeping any secrets.”

Suddenly, his hand knotted in her newly-freed tendrils and pulled her head back so her mouth had to tip up to him. Her eyebrows bobbed above her blindfold as she protested weakly, “I haven’t been keeping secrets.”

“Oh, doll, yes, you have,” Changkyun scolded. He bookended her from behind, firm chest pressed against her back while his hard-on pressed into the top of her ass close to his friend’s hand, who refused to let go. Changkyun’s hands snaked around her to cup her breasts and squeeze them high and hard. “You’ve been keeping these a secret, haven’t you?”

Hyunwoo disappeared only to be replaced by a different questing hand.

“And this pretty pussy,” Hoseok reminded as his fingers skimmed along her inner thigh and glanced across her hidden recesses.

“Not a secret,” Jordana whimpered. “Just didn’t think anyone here wanted to see it.”

A universal groan of disapproval echoed throughout the room.

“How could she not know what she does to us?” asked Jooheon.

Hyungwon tutted. “It’s our fault. We should have told her how special she is and how much we want her.”

Hoseok hummed in agreement. “We’ve wasted so much time.”

“Could have been making our girl feel good instead of just talking about it,” lamented Minhyuk.

“We’ll make up for it now, okay, doll?” Changkyun whispered against her ear.

Jordana’s head was bobbing in a foggy sea of lust and other feelings too dangerous to name. Thick arms scooped her up, the grip now familiar, and Hoseok tossed her onto the doubled-bed to her little squeal. She landed with a bounce, skirt tousled high around her thighs, needles of desire pricking every square inch of skin. With her back on a bed, everything became unavoidably real.

Even with the blindfold on, Jordana could feel everyone looking at her. Instinctively, her hands moved to tug down her skirt until they were swatted away. She took a deep breath, and after a long, long exhale, she asked, “How do we start the game?”

“Let’s start simply,” Kihyun said. He was the master of the company schedule, and he was no different off the clock. “Let’s finally see that pussy we’ve all been fantasizing about.”

Jordana felt hands at her knees before they pried her legs wide open. A second later, her skirt was shoved up to stomach. Cold air bombarded her thighs, especially where her sticky desire had leaked out, and all the heat that had gathered under the suffocating fabric rushed into the air to a chorus of gasps.

“Fuck me,” Jooheon swore loudly.

Groans reverberated all around her, and the thought of being the center of all this attention was as exhilarating for Jordana as it was intimidating.

“Do you like to make us suffer, doll?” demanded Changkyun.

“No, I—”

“You didn’t mean it,” he said, finishing her thought. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true!”

“Now, I don’t believe that either, baby doll, and you know why?”

She swallowed hard. “Why?”

“Because if you didn’t secretly wish at least one of us would fuck you tonight, would you have worn a pair of the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen?” Changkyun fingered the baby blue satin ties bowed sweetly at her hips and sighed. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“This—this is how I dress every day.”

“So, you’re just walking around here every damn day hoping one of us will fuck you?” Jooheon shouted. “You mean I could have been bending you over my desk this whole time?”

“Why just yours?” demanded Hoseok.

“Fine,” the dimpled gamer continued, “I’ll bend her over yours, too.”

Jordana listened as the boys traded jealous pouts across her body like rival elk locking antlers until Hyunwoo put a stop to it with a tired “I said play nice.”

“It’s not my fault YoYo plays dirty,” whined Jooheon.

“I swear to god, if that bra matches…” growled Kihyun.

Someone yanked down the scoop neck on her shirt so that the baby blue quarter cups of her bra popped out. A band of white lace bridged her cleavage as her dark nipples jutted against the sheer fabric. She gasped as her chest thrust high to a chorus of murmurs.

There was Kihyun’s growl again, this time not in warning but in dark promise. “I’m going to ruin you, Jordana.”

The room went quiet, and Kihyun’s words filled the space between the heavy breaths of the heedless lovers in it. It was only fitting that he was the one to break the silence.

“Get that thing open. Now.”

Several hands raced to the clasps at the front of the garment to unlock the little gold close at the lace and then the sturdier one between both breasts. The moment it popped, her breasts bounded out, and there was only a second of adoration spared before hands unceremoniously roamed all over her body—in her hair, around her neck, tweaking her nipples and kneading her breasts, skimming up and down her thighs, and dusting over her clothed, swollen sex. It was like a tidal wave of stimulation, and Jordana thought her brain might short-circuit from all the lust.

“Someone likes all of our attention, doesn’t she?” marveled Hoseok. He pushed a fingertip more insistently against the seat of her underwear and then laughed. “Check this out, guys.”

“Wet right through,” tsked Kihyun.

“Such a needy little thing,” added Changkyun.

Whines and whimpers poured from her mouth, and the thrill of not knowing who was touching her fine-tuned every nerve ending in her body. She swore every man’s hands had traversed her thinly veiled core before Changkyun hummed.

“It’s your birthday, but we’re the ones who get to unwrap a present.”

“So lucky,” Hyungwon agreed.

Two sets of hands undid the bows on her hips, but it was nothing to the rush of hands that hurried to peel the last barrier between Jordana and the hungry men above her. Fingers flocked to her now bare flesh, probing and touching in a frenzy that made her mouth open but choked out any sound.

As the chaos tapered down to one orderly hand smearing her arousal around her puffy lower lips, silence fell, and worry as much as anticipation coursed through her veins. Her most intimate regions were laid bare for her coworkers, and she shivered with embarrassment. It wasn’t fair that they could see everything and she could see nothing, but by the same token, it ramped up the intensity of every glance of every fingertip.

“A Brazilian with a Brazilian,” groaned Minhyuk. “So sexy.”

“Shut up!” Jordana protested as she tightened her legs.

“No, angel, don’t hide from us,” Hyungwon said as they all parted her knees again. “We love how sexy you are.”

“We want to see you,” echoed Changkyun. “We can’t keep our eyes off of our pretty doll baby.”

Jordana writhed beneath them, electrified by their endless praise and base desires. Someone’s hand was working magic between her legs just by the smooth, rhythmic caresses it offered. She could feel her untouched clit jerk with every tidbit of pressure it stole from the steady strokes, and she whined.

“What a messy girl,” Hoseok marveled.

“Look, look!” Jooheon said, and she felt to fingers spread her core wide. She whimpered and jerked her hips, but a couple of guys held her still until she could feel scorching breath all over her thighs and core. “She just keeps dripping for us.”

“So messy,” echoed Hyungwon.

“So needy,” Kihyun corrected.

Changkyun clucked his tongue as he scooted the fabric out from underneath her. “These panties are absolutely ruined, YoYo. I may as well just keep them.”

“Why do you get to keep them? She moaned during my kiss!” argued Minhyuk. “I guarantee you I’m responsible for that.”

“Hey!” Jordana interjected. “Those were expensive. No one gets to keep them.”

“Really?” said Kihyun in a slow drawl as his finger marched purposefully up the seam of her sex. “You’re going to tell us what we can and can’t do when you’ve already offered up your pussy as our buffet? I don’t think so, Jordana.”

Hoseok was quick to soothe her as one of his large hands massaged her breast. “We’ll buy you a whole closet full of pretty lingerie, gorgeous.”

“You’ll—ah—you’ll just expect me to wear them all for you,” she squeaked before someone else’s finger sampled the wetness pooled at her entrance. A long moan tore through her as her body arched high off the bed, almost as though it had been electrified.

The finger delved in much deeper now, all the way to the knuckle, forcing Jordana’s body to stay arched as the decadence of such a sin tore her sensibilities to shreds.

“Are you going to tell us no?” Kihyun asked.

“Never!” she screamed this time as a thumb glossed over her sloppy, throbbing clit at last. The finger curled up ever so slightly before gliding back out, and Jordana collapsed in a pathetic heap in the sheets.

The shock of a silky tongue sliding along the length of her slit ripped a scream of delight from her throat before it disappeared with an appreciative wet smack of his lips.

“Damn,” Minhyuk said, a smile coloring his voice. “Skin like cinnamon and tastes just as spicy sweet. Just how I like it.”

A murmur rippled through the room—admiration and curses and raw, ragged longing crowding each other out. The next second, so many hands touched her pussy at once, stroking, rubbing, circling, flicking, it overrode every other sense. There were fingers inside her and on her clit and stroking her lips and painting her already obscene mess all over her thighs and mound. Their desire was insatiable and her greed was all-consuming, and before she knew it, her body was shaking.

“I think she's going to cum,” announced Hyungwon.

“Already?” Hoseok gaped, but it was too late.

Every muscle stiffened in Jordana’s body, and she cried out in sheer ecstasy. She tore fistfuls of sheets as she anchored herself against the onslaught of the relentless quake overtaking her limbs. Her mouth hung open as she flattened against the mattress and a river of arousal gushed humiliatingly between her legs.

“Holy fuck,” whispered Jooheon.

“I think we broke her,” Minhyuk laughed.

The mattress sank by her shoulder, and a hand was at Jordana’s brow now, mopping aside the sweat beads. Hyungwon’s distinctive baritone pooled into her ear as he asked, “You okay, YoYo?”

She laughed incredulously and ran a hand back through her hair. “Yeah. Yeah,” she panted. “I just— It's been so long.”

“That's fucking ridiculous,” snapped Hoseok. “A goddess like you should be fucked every day.”

“As many times and as many ways as you want,” Jooheon echoed.

She couldn't tell if they were being serious or just humoring her wounded ego, but either way it didn't matter. With their diligent fingers and ravenous mouths and hard cocks, they were going to remind her she was a beautiful woman.

“Fuck,” Jordana groaned. “I’ve never felt this way before. That was so fast, I don’t know what happened. I’ve never— Shit, I’ve never wanted anything so bad.”

“Same here,” said Hoseok, who was kneeling at her other side. He held her hand for a moment before he kissed it and then placed it over the desperate bulge at his sweatpants.

Following Hoseok’s lead, her hand was placed on another enticing hardness now, this one also straining through a pair of sweats, but Jordana knew this was Hyungwon. His voice was deeper than ever but still hesitant as he stammered, “I—I’ve never been this hard in my life.”

“Hyungwon?” she marveled as she traced his length in total awe. She had never expected such words from the man who was so meticulous in hiding his many assets, but they sent another wave of lust rocketing through her blood. “You’ve thought about me like… this?”

“How could anyone not desire you?” he murmured as his hand joined hers at his length. “I desire you. I need you every day.”

Jordana couldn’t even hide the tender hope in her voice. “You do?”

He picked up her hand, his lips rumbling across her pulse point as he added, “Mm. It’s hard to think when you smell this good and you look this delicious.”

There was a chorus of agreements as Hyungwon’s delicate fingers skirted along her hourglass now and splayed across her belly, his thumb glossing around her navel again and again. For a moment, Jordana forgot the other hands dancing along her thighs and over her folds, and she forgot that she was gripping Hoseok’s cock just as fervently. Hyungwon had thought about fucking her—they all had. She moaned again, this one low and appreciative.

“So, you’re going to be able to hang in here until I’m inside you, right?” her usually quiet coworker asked.

“I’ll take you so good, Wonnie, I promise,” she said and squeezed his hard dick.

“Strip her down,” Hyunwoo said abruptly, and the order coming from his lips made her hips undulate as much from pleasure as nerves. “I don’t want anything between us.”

Jordana had always had “fine tits and hips,” as her friend Bruna had constantly reminded her, and the older she had gotten, the fuller they’d become. She’d always been proud of her voluptuous figure—her soft belly and wicked hourglass—but after Carlos had left and no one else had filled his role, it was easier to find reasons why no one would want her. Now, they wanted to strip her? There was something extra intimidating about that. They would see everything—every feature, every flaw, every intimacy—and there would be nowhere to hide.

“I— Wait!” she said, and a dozen hands froze on her body. “What if we just leave the skirt on?”

“No can do, baby,” replied Jooheon. “We need all of you. No secrets, remember?”

Jordana worried her lip until Hoseok leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Don’t worry, YoYo. You’re perfect. You’re gonna be so pretty laid out for us, yeah?”

His words in that gentle voice of his had her nodding as dumbly as a puppet. “Yeah…”

The hands were moving all over her again, gliding her shirt and bra from her chest and shimmying her skirt down her legs. Jordana was tugged across the bed, her ass perched at the edge with her legs dangling over the side. Someone started to ease her heels off before Hyunwoo said, “Those stay.”

The bodies that had warmed and comforted her on the bed disappeared, and she knew there was a line of seven men watching her just out of reach. Now completely naked and shivering with anticipation, she waited as ordered with her arms above her head. She caught Kihyun’s satisfied chuckle, and she knew she’d done a good job.

“You’re always such a good listener,” he hummed. “You do everything I tell you, Jordana. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, boys?”

The rest of the men agreed enthusiastically, and suddenly, she didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“We’re almost ready for the first round, but let’s set the mood, shall we? Go ahead and grab one of those perky tits, Jordana.” She did, pulling the nipple stiff to a universal groan. Kihyun hummed again and continued, “Very good. Now, spread those legs nice and wide for us, and use that other hand to open up that pussy.”

Jordana was much more hesitant this time, if only because of the lewdness of the act, but all the same, her legs parted and her hand slithered down to her nexus, and with two fingers, she put herself on display for her bosses.

Hyungwon’s voice was deep and low, but it was so fucking quiet in the room that it was impossible to miss. “Ah, ssibal…”

The firm click of dress shoes telegraphed exactly who was approaching yet again, and Jordana trembled.

“Don’t move,” Kihyun said, but it wasn’t like she could anyway. She was frozen with excitement.

One finger nestled deeply between her folds as she held herself open for him while another pressed on her clit like a button. He held it there, content to let her squeeze him desperately in hopes of more friction.

“You’re going to take us bare, aren’t you, beautiful?” he asked.

Jordana could hear the whole room waiting with baited breath. She swallowed hard before she could answer. “I mean, there are a lot of you…”

“Yeah, but we already know what a good girl you are, and you know us so well, don’t you, Jordana? So well.” His finger was moving inside her now, shallow and slow but oh so good. “You know our bodies are our temples, right?”

“Yeah…” she said dreamily, and she did. Nobody took better care of themselves than her boys.

“So, what are you going to do?” Hyunwoo pressed closer with the same dark dominance his vice president possessed.

“I’m going to take you raw,” she murmured, and she heard knuckles crack.

“There’s our girl. And we can cum wherever we want?” Jooheon asked hopefully.

Jordana sighed, her head tipping back, her breast heaving in her hand. “Wherever you want.”

Suddenly, fingers tangled in her hair, and she was jerked upward, her lips dusting someone’s. Hyunwoo’s voice came tumbling out against her as he grunted, “That’s the right answer.”

He pulled back while Kihyun pulled his finger from the wanton woman to her wail of protest, but she didn’t move. She laid there as instructed, fingers still pinching her nipple and cunt still open and begging.

Quick paces thundered across the floor—a sound Jordana recognized too easily as Jooheon. His dramatic huffs accented each step. “She’s so greedy for cock. Come on! Her mouth’s wide open and her pussy’s throbbing. How much longer are we going to make her wait?”

“You mean how much longer are you going to have to wait?” laughed Hoseok.

“Shut up…” Jooheon protested weakly.

“That’s enough. You’re right, Jordana’s been a very obedient girl,” Kihyun said, pleased. “It’s time to start the game. Now, all of you, don’t forget—”

“Joohoney,” emphasized Minhyuk in his teasing lilt.

“—mind the rules. There’s no talking until Jordana’s made her guess or you’ll be penalized. After that, right or wrong, everyone can do as they wish to her until the player has cum.”

“Wherever we want,” Jooheon repeated, his friends’ barbs forgotten in the wake of the impending game.

Kihyun agreed. “Of course. But remember, while we all want to win a round, it’s Jordana’s birthday. Let’s take good care of her the way she always takes care of us.”

Understanding echoed around the room only to be replaced by tension, exponentially deepening thanks to the soft sounds of clothing pooling to the floor.

“Hands back over your head, doll,” Changkyun reminded.

Jordana complied, and even though she was showcasing less of herself now, suddenly, she felt very cold and exposed again. She needed someone to fill her up. Jooheon was right, every part of her was begging for it.

“Player One, you’re up,” the president said as he backed away from the bed.

There were no footsteps this time to give away her mystery man, so at the first stroke of palms over her knees, Jordana sucked in a ragged gasp. Smooth, naked hips settled between her legs, and the bare connection frazzled her mind. Without the frenzy of touches, she was left to focus on the unfiltered electricity of the lone man eager to fuck her.

One large hand settled on her mound, his thumb resting idly over her clit with clear intention. Meanwhile, his other hand nudged his cock against her cunt, teasing just enough to soak the head in her excitement. Jordana let out a little “ooh” at the thrill, and he was too impatient to tease her one second more.

He pushed inside her entrance, and the raw contact sent her arching up from the bed instantly. So naughty, so needy, so primal. She bared down on him with so much greed that he had no choice but push all the way in just to feed her insatiability for his cock.

As soon as his shaft bottomed out inside her wet walls, she heard an emphatic curse. “Oh, fuck!”

“Jooheon!” Jordana wailed, groping blindly for his wrist at her waist.

“Damn it, Honey!” scolded Changkyun. “You have to keep quiet until she guesses you right.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one inside her. She feels like fucking heaven.”

Minhyuk snorted. “Think of it this way, Kyun: now that she knows who’s inside her, we can all have fun.”

But the next thing Jordana knew, Jooheon was covering her like a blanket with his body. “No, wait, give me at least a few minutes with her by myself.”

Kihyun tutted though, an-all-too familiar sound that meant his friend would be losing this battle. “You heard the rules same as everybody else, Jooheon.”

With a long, low grumble, Jooheon straightened and secured Jordana’s heeled feet behind the small of his back, his length fitted snugly inside her heat. His hands skirted over her thighs and belly before they soared up to her tits and squeezed them both playfully for a minute as he said, “Just remember, you were mine first, YoYo.”

“Yours first,” she repeated numbly as she groped blindly ahead of her until she found his taut abs and stroked him encouragingly. “N-no wonder you were so, ah, eager. You’re so big.”

Jooheon moaned at her touch as well as her praise, and he thrust lazily in and out of her to savor the squeeze of her tight walls.

True to their words, the other men didn’t waste any more time. The bed dipped on either side of her, and two sets of hands guided Jordana’s own to two very hard cocks. Without her sight, she could only appreciate the strength of their desire for her; their lust was unbearable, scalding hot and aching for her attention, and she’d never felt so empowered.

Jordana gripped each man by the hilt and traced their lengths. One was thick and the other was curved deliciously upward, and her eyes rolled back beneath her blindfold at the realization that soon they would both be inside her. To the best of her ability, she tried to find a rhythm, but it was much harder than she thought with Jooheon working so smoothly between her legs. Every kiss of his hips to hers had her brain fogging and her mouth tumbling open with moans.

“Greedy, greedy girl, taking all that cock like a champ,” marveled Hoseok from somewhere close but not close enough. “Honey is making you feel so good, isn’t he?”

“So good. Nossa! I love it,” she murmured. “I love it so fucking much!”

“Gonna give it all to you,” Jooheon promised as his thumb slipped to the apex of her sex and rubbed in time with his powerful thrusts. The intensity of the touch was mind-numbing, and her hands stuttered around the other cocks she was working.

As Jordana had long imagined, Jooheon was very vocal. He grunted and growled without restraint, letting her know exactly what her body was doing to him.

“Never had pussy this good,” he whined. “Wanna fuck you forever, baby. Always wanna be inside you. Do you want that? Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it.”

“I need you, Honey. I need you fucking me so deep.”

“My baby girl likes it deep?”

“So deep.”

Jooheon snarled and slipped his hands like a basket under her ass, hoisting her up so his cock could drive down into her deep enough that Jordana could swear she could taste it. Her grip tightened around the two men she was stroking, and they hissed and groaned until the curved cock pulled back quickly from her.

“Shit, almost came,” Changkyun muttered, leaving her side free for only a second before Jooheon crashed on top of her, his thick lips against her ear.

“Keep moaning, baby,” he whispered. “Yes, that's it. Nice and loud. I don't want them to hear me, okay?”

Jordana's moaning ratcheted up, and, at first, she figured it was to feed his ego and prove to the competition he would be the superior fuck, but under her gasps and pleadings and the sloppy sounds of sex, she heard his gruff, determined voice.

“That's my baby girl. So sexy. Wanted you so bad for so long. Mm, can’t focus when you’re near me. Can’t think about anything else. Only you, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel how much I need you?”

“Yes…” she hissed.

Her hands abandoned the other cock beside her so her nails could rake down Jooheon’s sweaty back until they reached his hips. Jordana didn’t hold back; she scratched hard because she knew Jooheon would like it. She knew tomorrow he’d parade around the office with his shirt off for the others to see what she’d done to him. His hiss and stutter inside her was all she needed for him to confirm her impressions.

His hips were driving faster now, with noisy, wet slaps that guaranteed he’d need a long shower to wash away her craving for him.

“Carlos never fucked me like this,” she said, tears in the corners of her eyes.

“That’s because he was a boy. You need a man, YoYo, one who knows how to stretch out a pussy this tight.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as her head collapsed back onto the bed.

“Wanna make them know you’re mine. Show ‘em. Show ‘em how I make you feel.”

Jordana could hear it in his voice. Jooheon was mad with lust, needy and desperate and somehow vulnerable, and something about the combination drew an ache from deep in her belly, something feral and primitive, something that couldn’t be sounded in words but only in a scream of absolute ecstasy. Her chest collided with Jooheon’s as she arched high with an earth-shaking climax. Her heels scraped the top of his ass as she constricted around him, and her walls spasmed and begged.

More. Deeper. Put it here.

He whined at her ear, so sexy and high. “That’s it, pretty baby. Yeah, so sweet, I can feel you so good. Such a good girl taking me how you’re meant to.”

“Meant to…” she mumbled, too blissed out to even process any of the dirty things he was saying.

“Gonna cum inside you, baby. Wanna fill you up.”

Jordana’s hands clawed at Jooheon’s forearms as her heels ground insistently against him. “God, yes, give it to me so good, Honey. Give it all to me. Meant to…”

“Tell them you want my cum.”

She threw her head back, hips open and tipped up to receive his load. “I want your cum!”

Jooheon’s voice was so high, he was practically singing as his hips crushed to hers, and with a few deep pumps, he unloaded inside her greedy walls. Spurt after spurt of his seed gushed inside her to a soundtrack of his pathetic whimpers until at last he collapsed on top of her. Their bodies clashed as their chests heaved erratically.

Jooheon panted and nibbled at Jordana’s breast weakly. “Quit it.”

“Quit what?” she asked.

“You know what. You keep squeezing me.”

“Well, it’s not like I can help it. You feel too good,” she grumbled under her breath, but still she felt his smile against her chest. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“Never,” Jooheon whispered before he engulfed her nipple and suckled so hard, her walls constricted again, and he sucked harder.

“Okay, that’s enough,” scolded Kihyun, and a firm slap resounded in the room. “Let someone else have a turn.”

Jooheon’s wails were instantaneous and very, very dramatic. “Aw, come on, I’m just getting started.”

“You’re such a glutton, Honey,” Minhyuk laughed.

“You’ll see. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life,” his friend confessed before he lifted up just enough to kiss Jordana’s lips in a soft thank you she felt deep in her core.

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered teasingly, and Jooheon growled.

“Damn game and damn players. Some friends you are, making me give her up before I’m ready.”

Hyungwon groused. “Like you’ll ever be ready. You’d just as soon fall asleep inside her.”

“And you wouldn’t? Good luck following that.”

Jooheon stood up, eased her legs back down, and pulled out to a shared hiss. A sticky mess of arousal poured from her heat like honey, and the shared groan shook like a tremor through the room.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” mumbled Hoseok.

“Damn, her pussy’s actually throbbing. Look, you can see it,” Minhyuk marveled, and she could hear him rubbing his hands together or maybe just stroking his cock.

“Our little doll takes cum so well,” Changkyun agreed. “Wonder how much we can fill her with.”

A short, emphatic “fuck…” was all she heard from her gentle, reserved Hyungwon.

Jordana’s head was spinning. It should have been humiliating, letting seven men watch her spent body drip with her indecency, but it wasn’t. The intoxicating cocktail of sensation, attention, praise, and deprivation had her drunker than the beers she’d knocked back and hungrier than she could ever remember. Her skin itched under their relentless stares, and her body chilled at her emptiness.

“Please,” she said, “I’m so cold. I need you.”

Though her hands were once again stowed where they belonged over her head, it was an open invitation, and despite the order they were expected to follow, she heard the collective lurch for her before Hyunwoo tsked.

“Rules, gentlemen.”

“Oh, come on!” argued Hoseok. “She needs us.”

“And she’ll have us, exactly as we promised. It will be worth the wait, won’t it, Jordana?”

Hyunwoo’s voice was deep and rumbly with a hypnotic current in it. If she hadn’t been laying down, she would be swaying to it. Her cunt tightened, and a fresh rush of Jooheon’s cum leaked out to another collective groan that only intensified as her body squirmed and words spilled from her lips:

“Yes, sir.”

Jordana heard someone’s teeth set on razor’s edge before two men grabbed her arms and helped her to her feet. They spun her in a slow circle on her wobbly legs, and once they were done, they placed her hands on the edge of the bed. Fingers skirted down her right leg, not missing an inch of skin despite their clear mission, until they reached her ankle to guide her into a wider stance. This time, when the fingers raced back up, they were less well-behaved, stopping at the crest of her thighs to graze of her puffy lips. As she whined, she caught Changkyun’s soft “Jenjang…” somewhere behind her. Though no else spoke, the room felt very loud—more clothes puddling on the floor, fists racing over hard dicks, grunts rumbling through chests.

This time, a different hand rested on the swell of her ass, kneading the eager flesh for a moment before it sailed up her spine to rest between her shoulders and force her into a deep bend. She waited like that for what felt like ages, presenting once again for her audience. Cold air teased at her sopping entrance until, at last, the flushed head of a fresh cock did.

“Yes, please,” Jordana begged. “Please fuck me.”

Long fingers settled around her waist and held her in place as her new lover dipped his tip in and out of her tight hole, quick but shallow, just enough to drive her mad. She wanted him sheathed inside her. She wanted him whining and groveling as much as she was right now. She wanted him to be as desperate for her as she was for him.

But he was resolute. Just a little, just a little. Quick enough to stoke a delicious friction that was sure to catch fire with the one full plunge which she wasn’t allowed to have. The teasing was unbearable if only because it was turning her on more and more with every little stroke. Her body vibrated with the sloppy, wet sounds of greed, but it was nothing to the begs that poured senselessly from her mouth.

“No. No, I want it so bad. Can’t you give me more? Pela amor de deus, por favor! Please!”

At last, her lover crumbled, and he pulled Jordana’s hips emphatically back to his. His nails dug into her soft flesh until she felt like she might bruise, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. He felt too good—so fucking good—and her walls clenched around him on the precipice of a tremendous new climax.

A smug laugh echoed from somewhere nearby, probably the couch but definitely from Jooheon. “Yeah, exactly. See? Everyone wants to make fun of me until they’re inside her. She’s fucking perfect, isn’t she? Well, she was mine first. Go ahead and fuck my cum deeper into her.”

Jooheon’s unexpectedly filthy words stilled her lover inside her as she crooned the dimpled man’s name.

“You guessed incorrectly,” came the long, low rumble of Hyunwoo’s voice.

Jordana started to protest, but whoever was fucking her had his cock pressed so deeply inside her that she felt full of him—too full to even speak. It was like she was made for the express purpose of warming his hard length whenever he needed it.

When he’d had his fill of her heat strangling his manhood, the man behind her pulled out to his tip and switched to fucking her hard, so hard Jordana’s arms folded and her face hit the mattress. From there, he set a frenzied pace that sent her right to peak of her climax and kept her thrumming at its precipice. Her arms shook while her head dropped and her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as she panted.

She heard the smile in Hyunwoo’s voice far too close to her ear. “You were saying?”

“She wasn’t guessing,” Jooheon answered with an even bigger smile in his. “She was wishing it was me still fucking her.”

A chorus of scoffs and groans picked up around the room before Hyunwoo silenced them all. “You’re only ruining your game for yourselves. If you want any one-on-one time with our private vixen, I suggest you stop giving yourselves away.”

But it didn’t matter. Jordana knew without another sound who was effortlessly edging her.

“Minhyuk!”

His reaction was instantaneous. His hand hooked around her throat, his thumb thrusting her chin up along with her body until her back was flat against his chest and his other hand groping her breast.

“Oh, thank fuck,” he hissed as he drove his cock up into her more determinedly. “This pussy’s going to be the death of me, sweetheart. Wished you’d guessed wrong one more time so I could take you again whenever I want for a whole week.”

Jordana yearned to see his face. She bet there was a snarl there twisting up his pretty lips as his hunger for his climax escalated. Maybe that little crease above his nose was back as he pumped hard and fast into her heat. His eyes were probably narrowed, on their way to closed as he savored the way her walls squeezed his length.

His grip around her neck was firm, but slowly, it drew down her skin, smearing the sheen of sweat there and in her collar bone.

“Good, good,” Minhyuk murmured. “So good for me. Now, suck, you little minx.”

His fingers were at her lips now, dipping in as she immediately lavished them with her tongue. They were salty with her sweat and smooth from his meticulous skin care. Jordana could have sucked them forever, but he pulled them out quickly and pinched her nipple with the wet tips. She cried out and he chuckled.

“Looks like you’re ready to be shared,” he sighed. “Guess I have to.”

Minhyuk bent her back over and tugged her roughly against his hips, spearing her on his dick and holding her there while her mouth fell open in a silent scream, and this time, her lips bumped against something decidedly bigger than a finger.

“Finally,” someone groaned nearby, and again, more hands were on her, some gliding down her back, some reaching under to grope her tits, some brushing back her wild hair from her face.

The player before her smeared his hot manhood on her sagging bottom lip, asking for entrance. Jordana’s tongue unfurled and lapped at the weeping head without a second thought. Fresh salt and sweat bloomed across her taste buds as she sampled the full girth of the man before her. She didn’t know who it was and she didn’t care. The mystery made every swirl of her tongue that much more illicit, that much more intoxicating, she could cum just like that—swallowing cock from both ends.

Behind her, Minhyuk thrusted again, and Jordana lurched forward, gobbling up the length of the man between her arms. Her nails dug reflexively into his rock-hard ass, and her nose bumped a smooth pelvis as she choked on his cock. She knew instantly that it was Hoseok.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Minhyuk spat. “That’s so hot.”

Minhyuk fucked her a little faster now, pistoning her over Hoseok’s length as he grunted and praised her.

“Doesn’t Hoseok taste so good? Yeah, he does, doesn’t he? You’re squeezing me so tight, I know you’re loving it. I can’t believe you can fit that big cock in your mouth.”

The best Jordana could do was gargle around the thick intrusion between her lips. She was loving it. She was loving it too much. She wasn’t going to last, and from the tremor in her legs, her undoing was inevitable and catastrophic.

“Oh, shit, she’s gonna cum,” Minhyuk warned. “Wonnie, rub her clit. Hurry.”

Hyungwon’s long fingers now glided underneath her and fumbled for only a second to find her shuddering hill and rub in swift circles.

“Give it to us, angel,” he whispered in his filthy gravel alongside her ear. “Come on, I know you can.”

“She likes it deep,” Jooheon interjected. “Go deeper, come on!”

Between her shameless slobbering, her soaking cunt, and Minhyuk’s pathetic whines, the sultry RnB took a backseat to the soundtrack of hedonism. With her mouth stuffed full, Jordana couldn’t warn them of her climax. Instead, her body spooled like a swing twisting tighter and tighter until it couldn’t twist anymore, and then everything unraveled.

“Fuck! So tight,” Minhyuk shouted, one of his hands unintentionally scratching down her back as he fucked her through her peak.

Her mouth sagged around Hoseok as her breath hitched pathetically. Her legs shook in her heels, and if the men hadn’t been holding her up, she would have fallen. Even with them holding her, Jordana was falling. Down, down, down. Head first into a pool of pleasure. Everything was white and white-hot, and with Minhyuk fucking her so good, it wasn’t cooling down.

“Move, move, move!” he demanded as he slipped out suddenly and shuffled to her face. “Pull her back. Hold her.”

Someone roughly jerked Jordana back from the bed frame and held her, still bent in half, with a strong arm bracing under her tits.

“Lift her face up,” Minhyuk said. “Hurry!”

Someone yanked her hair back to her hiss of pained excitement. Meanwhile, Minhyuk’s fist made perverse sounds as it raced over his sloppy length, and only a moment later, a shower of hot cum splattered across her lips, tongue, cheek, and hair.

“Oh shit,” hissed Changkyun, and the next thing Jordana knew, another splash of seed bathed the side of her face, too.

“That was my favorite tie,” Hyunwoo grumbled. “I’m taking that out of your bonuses.”

“Worth it,” Minhyuk sighed.

“What the fuck, Kyun?” clucked Hyungwon. “You couldn’t wait your turn?”

Changkyun scoffed. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be ready, and then you’ll all be complaining about how long I can fuck our pretty doll.”

“So pretty,” drawled Minhyuk as he bent down to Jordana’s slumped height. She could feel his hot breaths drying his masterpiece on her brown skin. He hummed sweetly, kissed her lips lightly, and then gathered their messy releases on two of his fingers. With her mouth already open, he slipped his fingers in and whispered, “Here, sweetheart. Eat up.”

Jordana curled her tongue around them and sucked diligently, and as soon as they were clean, Minhyuk repeated the process until her face was clear but sticky. Someone growled while someone else gave her ass a spank good enough to make her moan around Minhyuk’s fingers on their last pass.

“I can’t stand up anymore,” she admitted through ragged breaths.

“You don’t need to. The next player would like you on top,” Hyunwoo said. “But since you can't touch, you’ll have help. To save them from giving themselves away, you will listen to me for any instructions, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

The bed creaked as her next lover climbed on, and before she could move, someone scooped her up and with the help of two others, they straddled her leg over powerful hips. An impossibly hard member pressed proudly against her belly, and out of reflex, her hands feathered over it. She recognized it as the thick cock that had been in her hands first and then her mouth only moments ago—Hoseok’s cock—and a shiver of excitement rippled through her at the thought of burying it deep inside her.

“We said no touching until you've guessed correctly. If you’re not going to listen anymore,” said Kihyun with a dangerous tremor in his voice, “then maybe we’ll hire another girl who will, and we’ll play our games with her. Is that what you want?”

Panic overtook her. Jordana looked frantically around the room though she could see nothing but the shades of her own fear. “Não! Não, não, não! Por favor! What do you want me to do? I’ll do it.”

“You sound pretty desperate, Jordana,” Hyunwoo observed.

“Yes, yes! Anything, just don’t leave me!”

The president hummed and his vice president concurred.

“Get to riding then, beautiful,” said Kihyun.

A hand pressed into her back to tip her hips up and expose her entrance to the man beneath her. A second later, she felt the tender head of Hoseok’s cock spread her wide open. He pressed in slowly as the longest moan she'd ever unleashed in her life tumbled from her lips. Jordana wasn’t sure how she would have taken him if she hadn’t already been fucked and soaking.

“Oh god, fuck…” she groaned as several hands guided her lower and lower on Hoseok’s dick. “Eita porra, so big…”

“Take all of him, Jordana,” Hyunwoo ordered. “We know you can.”

“So big, so big, so big,” she murmured until at last her tight walls engulfed his full length. She was so filled, her head tipped back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for breath.

“You okay, baby?” Jooheon asked beside her.

“Mm, yeah. So good.”

“You can hold on to me as you ride him, okay?”

“Mm-hm,” whimpered Jordana as she shuffled into a sturdier position on the sides of Hoseok’s hips. She braced tightly with her knees and, thanks to her grip on Jooheon’s bicep, pushed up slowly. Fat and eager, Hoseok’s cock stretched her out in vision-whitening ways so that she couldn’t think about anything else but being filled by him.

When Jordana got to his tip, she sank back down just as slowly, and it felt like the first stretch all over again. With nothing else to focus on but the intensity, fireworks erupted behind the blindfold. She trembled with every slow rock, and even holding on to Jooheon wasn’t enough of an anchor against the pleasure Hoseok’s dick generated.

Her other hand groped wildly for anything other than the delicious abs she knew were just below until she felt the bed dip as someone else climbed on. Whoever it was said nothing, but regardless, he grabbed her free hand and placed it on his shoulder. Steadier now, Jordana could ride more fervently, which teased stiff little puffs of breath from the man beneath her.

“Do you know who it is?” Hyunwoo asked, but it sounded more like a statement. He knew she knew.

But, by the same token, Jordana didn’t want her time with Hoseok to end so quickly, not when she had him all to herself beneath her. She shook her head, and Kihyun tsked.

“And now we’re lying,” the vice president said. “Spoiling you has been a mistake. I can’t wait to teach our naughty girl some manners.”

“Kihyun…” she whined, and now Hyunwoo tsked.

“Wrong answer again, Jordana.”

“No, I—”

“Don’t argue,” said president in a voice black as ink. “Just ride that cock.”

She could never argue with Hyunwoo when his tone was that commanding. It sent sparks straight to her walls, and they seized around Hoseok’s cock. She could hear him choke back a grateful moan, and Jordana’s mind frayed further.

Her chest heaved. Her muscles ached. Her core throbbed. Fatigue had settled into her limbs, dragging her ass flat against Hoseok’s thighs as she switched to a greedy grind that had him caressing all of her most sensitive recesses. More fireworks now, this time with a gathering need in her belly. She wouldn’t be able to handle much more of this, not without cumming with an ear-piercing scream.

Jordana dug her nails into the other boys’ shoulders as she swirled her hips, but it wasn’t what she really wanted. Keeping secrets was tiring, especially when all she wanted was to run her hands all over muscles she had fantasized about since the time she’d accidentally walked in on Hoseok shirtless in the company gym.

“Say it,” Kihyun egged on from beside her, and she realized he was the other man she was holding onto. “Say it, beautiful. Whose dick are you riding? Who’s making you feel this good? Let him know.”

Jordana released both men’s shoulders and pitched forward, her chest colliding with the slab of marble beneath her as she howled Hoseok’s name. She strung a pennant of kisses along his collar as his arms captured her in a bear hug, and she hummed contentedly. “Sorry to make you wait.”

“I’d wait forever for you, princess,” Hoseok said with a kiss to her crown.

Jordana smiled and slowly pushed back up as she said, “Let me make it up to you, pretty baby.”

She felt the way Hoseok throbbed inside her at the nickname, and the game suddenly changed.

She seated herself firmly in his saddle once again, but this time she planned to use the full breadth of luxury Hoseok could offer. Jordana massaged his pectorals first, groping and flicking her thumbs over his nipples. Beneath her, he sucked in a breath through his teeth and arched his chest higher into her hands.

She’d been in the dark all night and even if she still technically was, she felt like she could see everything clearly. A thrill of power coursed through her, spurring her hips in more determined circles and tempting her nails to mark up Hoseok’s pretty skin so she could remember everything they’d done together once she could finally see again. Her hand rested over her mound has she pictured him splitting her wider and wider.

“Can you feel me, princess?” Hoseok said between grunts.

“You’re all I can feel. Fuck, so good, Hoseok!”

His muscles contracted with every scrape of her nails, and for a moment, nothing had ever felt sexier. As shamelessly as Jordana dripped with lust for these powerful men, they were just as needy for her.

As if they wanted to underscore that thought, both men beside her guided her hands from Hoseok’s chest to their hard-ons. She almost complained about missing Hoseok’s hard body, but Kihyun would never have allowed it, and she already knew she was going to be in trouble when it was his turn. Instead, she divided her attention between stroking both men as best she could as she stuttered erratically on Hoseok’s dick. It was hard work, and she was so tired, but they let her shower her affection on them as best she could.

The bed dipped again, this time behind her, and she felt hands encircle her ribs before they pulled her back against a broad and fully dressed chest.

Hyunwoo.

As far as Jordana could tell, it was the first time he’d touched her since their last kiss, and his touch was searing even with the barrier of clothes still between them. His large hands cradled the underside of her breasts before engulfing them. In his grip, she felt safe and steady, like she could take on everything, until his grip changed for the more devious. He flicked and pinched her nipples, sending pangs of ecstasy to her core, which made Hoseok squirm beneath her.

Hyunwoo pressed his lips to her ear and murmured, “Let me help you.”

His hands slid down her hourglass to her hips, where he clasped her with clear intention. Jordana held her breath.

And just like that, her boss was fucking her onto his friend’s cock. Hyunwoo rocked her back and forth at first, each sweep generating sumptuous friction on her clit, until he finally deemed her ready to bounce on Hoseok again. With Hyunwoo’s help, she could take Hoseok’s length properly without losing her precious grip on Kihyun and Jooheon.

Moan after lascivious moan bubbled up from her core as Jordana gave herself over to the intoxicating blend of wrong and right these men offered her. It didn’t matter how taboo this was, how she could never tell a soul about what they’d done—it only made her hotter. She had never felt so desired, so loved.

“More, more,” she wailed as the trembling of the next wave of arousal marshalled between her legs.

She felt Hyunwoo pat Hoseok’s thigh as Hyunwoo said, “She’s ready for you.”

The next thing she knew, the president suspended her at the tip of Hoseok’s cock so the muscular man beneath her could piston rapidly up into her. The thickness of his manhood, the friction from his fucking, the grip of her boss at her waist—it was thrilling to the point of overwhelming. Even after the intense releases she’d already had, if they kept this up much longer, Jordana was going to cum again, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle it so soon.

“Damn, I edged myself too much,” Hoseok grunted. “I can’t hold on much longer. Wanted to make you cum first…”

Relieved, Jordana shook her head emphatically before she stroked his chest and teased one of his rigid nipples. “You must be so ready to cum, huh, pretty baby? Bet it hurts, poor thing. You’ll feel so good if you just cum inside me. Come on, let go for me. I want you to fill me up. Give it all to me, Hoseok.”

His name in her rich accent did it. In his luscious, candy-coated voice, he moaned and, with his full strength, grabbed her waist, overlapping with Hyunwoo’s hands while bruising and branding and begging all in a touch. Jooheon and Kihyun placed their hands on her shoulders now so that all four of them pressed her deeply onto Hoseok’s seizing member until it felt like he was in her stomach. Jordana cried out, and Hoseok shot his seed into her most secret recesses with whines so desperate, she nearly came after all.

At last, her three supporters let her go, and she immediately collapsed onto Hoseok, where, despite his exhaustion, he wrapped his arms around her and sealed their bodies with a kiss of sweat.

Sex swirled in the air while the springs in the mattress creaked and lungs heaved for breath. There was no escape from the mire of sin they’d all waded into, not that Jordana wanted to. Being in Hoseok’s arms, no matter how sweaty, felt so natural and safe. Maybe it was her inner cavewoman speaking, but a sabretooth tiger could storm in here, and she trusted Hoseok could take it out with one flick of his fingers.

Despite the blindfold, she closed her eyes and felt herself drifting. Hoseok must have felt it, too, because he asked, “You want a break, YoYo?”

She nodded her cheek against his massive pectoral as she said, “Just need a minute.”

“Here,” Hyunwoo said as his arms closed around her ribs and tried to lift her up.

“Aw, she can sleep here!” Hoseok protested with a tightening of his arms, but the president grunted in disapproval.

“Hoseok...”

The boss’s warning was as unmistakable as it was irrefutable. Reluctantly, Hoseok unspooled his arms from her and let Hyunwoo lift her up. The moment she glided off Hoseok’s cock, a rush of his release dribbled out of her, dripping down onto his hips, and the room collectively groaned so hard, her bones shook.

“Joj-dwaesseo…” mumbled Hyungwon.

“Damnit,” cursed Jooheon, and she heard him scurry out of the room, the bathroom door slamming behind him.

Hoseok clambered off the bed, leaving Jordana alone, exposed, and used for everyone’s view. At this point, it wasn’t the shame of the display that prickled her skin but the sudden bout of loneliness from laying there untouched. By now, Jordana was addicted to their attention, and not being able to feel it was making her skin itchy.

But time ticked by without an ounce of mercy for her. She writhed on the sheets, her own hands tightening over her breast and sticky mound in the absence of anyone else.

“Someone please touch me,” she pleaded. “I can’t take this.”

Jordana heard a lot of shifting and a few whispers that were still too quiet to make out before hands were all over her again in a confusing mess. Someone’s tongue was in her mouth and another’s was curled around her nipple. The musk of debauchery draped over the players like a blanket, pressing them all closer and closer together.

Just like that, the hands and mouths disappeared. Someone jerked her legs wide, thumbs massaging the tender flesh above her knees.

“Kihyun!” she shouted.

His voice was gruff and stern as he said, “How did you know?”

“I knew the moment everyone backed off. You want me all to yourself. You want to control how much pleasure I get.”

“Mm, you’re a piece of work, Jordana. First, you disobey, then you lie, and now you don't even give me the courtesy of the same lie. Everyone's allowed to have a piece of you now and none just for me. What am I supposed to do with you?”

“I'm sorry,” she blubbered, clinging to his shoulders. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Kihyun brushed her wild, fucked-out curls behind her ear and said smoothly, “I’m not upset. I’m disappointed, hm?”

Jordana nodded, understanding. There was something about Kihyun that made her yearn to be possessed by him, too. She tried for the most pitiful voice she could manage—and it wasn’t hard because that’s exactly how she felt with his hands framing her cheeks—as she said, “I’m really, really sorry.”

“I know, beautiful, I know. Let’s make it right. You want to break rules, so will I. Gentlemen, I need you to back up.”

“Hyung!” protested Jooheon. “Kihyun’s cheating.”

“He made the rules, he can break them,” Hyunwoo informed, and his edicts were always followed. Most of the griping died down instantly as everyone shuffled back from the edge of the bed.

Kihyun ran his thumb over the arc of her high cheekbone as he said, “Good. Now, Jordana, as I'm sure you remember, we have a few more players still to go, but they're not going to be able to play until you make things right with me. That includes your boss, as I'm sure you remember.”

“I remember,” she answered, tilting her head in the direction she thought she sensed Hyunwoo.

“And you remember he wants to be the one to leave the last impression, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. In this office, when we make a mistake, we fix it and beg for forgiveness, okay?”

Jordana didn’t waste a heartbeat. She sat up on her elbows and pressed her lips to Kihyun’s chest, happy to find he’d shed that conservative dress shirt in favor of his warm, salty skin. Between each sloppy, grateful kiss, she said, “I’m sorry I tried to ruin all your fun, sir. I didn’t mean it. I was just so excited for your cock. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do whatever you say now. Please take whatever you want from me. I want you to have it all.”

Even through the blindfold, the intensity of her coworkers’ stares silenced both the sensual background music and the thrumming of Jordana’s heart. She could feel in the pit of her belly that she’d pleased them all with her words, and the heat from her obedience unleashed a fresh trickle of arousal between her thighs, drenching the sheets.

Kihyun hummed as he patted her head. “What a good listener you’re becoming. Are you ready for me to make you mine?”

“Yes, sir. I’m yours.”

“So, so good, Jordana. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me.”

Despite her exhaustion, Jordana could hardly wait to follow his every order, and she hurried into position, pressing back with her eager ass. She cast a glance back over her shoulder, relying on her pouty bottom lip to convey her excitement since she was still a slave to the god-forsaken blindfold. She bit her lip and begged, “Please take me hard and fast, Ki.”

“I'll take you how I want to take you,” he snapped as he grabbed a handful of her rump. “Lucky for you, I just so happen to want you hard and fast.”

She felt the insistent head of the vice president’s hard-on soak itself in her messy folds, and she trembled so hard, her elbows buckled before she struggled back up onto all fours.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Kihyun growled.

“I knew that’s how you’d like me, sir, wet and ready for you.”

“You know us so well, beautiful. I’m very proud of you.”

His praise went straight to Jordana’s core, so when he pushed in, all he could do was swear at how tight she was. Jordana fell to the mattress the instant he parted her velvet walls, howling into the covers at the electricity between them.

“Get up, Jordana. Let them all hear you.”

With a cry, she forced herself back up against pleasure mounting with every smooth thrust of Kihyun’s cock inside her. The more of himself he gave her, the further she slipped into a blank headspace, where her mouth hung open making noises that were barely human. The only thing she could manage this mindlessly was pushing back to meet his every plunge as her body yearned for more, more, more…

“You feel so nice, YoYo, so nice.”

She’d never heard either of her bosses use the staff nickname for her, and something about it made her heart throb in time with her core.

“Do you feel desired, beautiful?”

“Fuck, yes…”

“Do you feel good?”

“S-so good,” she murmured.

The vice president grunted as his hands tightened on her hips. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Only Kihyun, ah!”

“You’re slurring your words, beautiful. You can barely talk riding my dick. Am I fucking you that good?”

But Jordana really couldn’t think anymore. While Kihyun rubbed so diligently against that one knuckle-tightening spot inside her, nonsense dribbled from her lips the way she expected drool to at any second. Her body was on autopilot. She pistoned herself on his length until he stopped moving all together and let her seek her pleasure on him.

Kihyun laughed behind her. “So eager to cum for me. Should we save some for the rest of the boys? Still a lot to go.”

Jordana knew what he wanted. A man like Kihyun wanted her singular attention, and he always found a way to get it, but words were getting harder and harder to form as he kept her thrumming on the cusp of ecstasy. Still, he would be disappointed if she didn’t acknowledge him the way he deserved to be acknowledged.

“Want to be good for you, sir, so good for you…”

“God, I love—your cunt,” he stammered. “Time to make it all mine.”

“Yours…”

He stroked a hand down her curved spine and settled into a comfortable home at the crest of her ass to steady her for his more ferocious fucking.

“Insatiable girl,” he growled as he rode her relentlessly. “Can’t get enough.”

Jordana nodded stupidly, her brain empty of all things but gratification. She was seconds away from another mind-numbing orgasm, and inhibitions had been lost hours ago. “Never enough. I’m the company whore!”

Suddenly, Kihyun slowed to a stop. His hands kneaded the swell of her ass before he pulled her cheeks apart to get a clear view of her hole swallowing his member. His thumb stroked the plush of her cheek despite how firm his voice was.

“Squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Jordana contracted every muscle she could until it felt like she was drawing Kihyun deeper and forever into her. He gripped her ass so hard she wondered if she’d be able to sit after this, but the pain disappeared in the rush of warmth that spread throughout her walls as he unloaded inside her. Not even a second later, someone else’s cum splattered against her back, too.

“Sorry about that, YoYo,” said Minhyuk, surprisingly bashful. She collapsed onto the mattress and, a moment later, she felt the edge of the sheet scrub her back dry before someone rolled her over.

Kihyun pressed his lips against hers in a not-quite kiss, like he wanted her to feel his words as much as he wanted to keep them from the others’ prying ears, as he whispered, “If you ever want that orgasm I denied you, you'll have to come to my office to collect.”

“Minha nossa Senhora…” Jordana whimpered, her body actually quivering from head to toe.

That was twice now she’d been close to release, and twice she hadn’t received it. The first time had been merciful and the second cruel, and even though her body was well-used and abused, her muscles were still tight with the anticipation of the climax they’d been promised.

“Poor baby looks so tired,” Hoseok observed as he ran his big hand over her cheek.

“Kihyun, you dick,” groused Hyungwon. “You could have been a little gentler.”

The vice president tutted. “You do what you want on your turn. The rest is between Jordana and me.”

“Let’s get you under the covers, Jordana,” Hyunwoo said to her as he eased her up the length of the bed and propped up the pillows behind her before laying the sheet over her. “Comfortable?”

“Mm,” she murmured.

Hyunwoo slid the blindfold up, and Jordana blinked ferociously. The room was lit only by the soft light spilling in from the hallway, but after all that darkness, it felt like a spotlight. She squinted at the men in various states of undress, most completely naked or just in underwear except Hyunwoo who remained fully buttoned up save for his missing tie.

Seeing Hyungwon’s lithe, toned form without his usual cozy sweatshirt or Kihyun’s tight abs no longer concealed by a suit made her mind fuzzy, to say nothing of Wonho and Jooheon’s thick thighs bared for her enjoyment. Changkyun lazed on the couch in his boxer briefs, his wiry frame taut, while Minhyuk stood at her bedside, naked and carefree, smiling down at her as though he was always this way and she was the delusional one. Maybe she was because here she was, naked and sullied from head to toe, in the middle of her coworkers with whom she was expected to work as usual tomorrow.

“Just close your eyes, Jordana,” her boss assured as he finally slipped off her heels and guided her feet under the covers. “Take all the time you want.”

Through the sheet, Hyunwoo’s thumbs traced the underside of her breasts briefly before he disappeared, giving her a much-needed breather. It wasn’t that Jordana wanted to stop, especially not after getting her sight back, but her sex was aching both with abuse and her denied release. She knew she should go clean up in the bathroom, but the pillows were so soft and the sheets were so smooth, and before she knew it, she’d drifted into a quick nap.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d slept, but all too soon, she was awake again, sore but curious. She wondered what the boys would be doing without her as the obvious center of attention. When she wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Jordana stole a few glances around the Crash Pad and found most of the boys as she usually found them, gaming or eating or causing trouble. Some of them shuffled around the office, chiding each other as they cleaned up the room or scrubbing themselves down with towels. Dimly, she heard the shower running and she longed for it, but what was the point right now?

“Spying on us, huh?” Changkyun said with a hooked grin, making her jump.

“No! I just woke up for a second,” Jordana asserted, but she could tell from the bob of his cheek that he knew that was horseshit.

“Either way, I get my opening.”

He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth to wipe her face for her. Changkyun sat at the edge of the bed and leaned over as her brought the damp fabric to her brow first with a slow sweep down each cheek next.

“You’re so pretty, YoYo,” he said before kissed the freshly scrubbed skin. Jordana felt tingles rush to the cheek where his lips had just been before they traveled much lower, where his hands were now headed. He rolled down the sheet to her mid-thigh so he could mop up the mess they’d made so far between her legs, and the moment the warm cloth soothed over her slit, she sighed, thrusting eagerly into its gentle heat.

“Careful,” Changkyun warned, his mouth next to her ear. “Everyone’s looking now. You know how easily excitable we are, especially when it comes to you.”

“Changkyun,” Jordana whined, her hand groping over his at her core. The heat and the softness felt so good that one ache melted away for a very different kind.

When he kissed her again, this time, it was just below her ear before he took her lobe in between his teeth and nibbled. “The way you say my name gets me so hard. It’s not fair.”

The cloth between her legs wasn’t cleaning so much anymore as it was rubbing circles with the most delicious friction. Jordana didn’t even bother to stop her hips from rutting against it. With Changkyun’s tongue at her ear, it all felt too good.

“That was so mean of Kihyun to bring you to your peak and leave you there.”

“Mmm,” was the best Jordana could agree as Changkyun slipped a finger inside her.

“I would never be that mean to you,” he assured as his finger picked up speed while the cloth rubbed more determinedly over her clit. “Unless you want me to be.”

“Nn-nn. Ah!”

“Shh, shh. You’ll spoil all my private fun. Just you and me, YoYo. Doesn’t that sound pretty?”

Jordana whimpered a touch too loudly, and the invaders came storming in immediately.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” shouted Minhyuk as he elbowed his younger friend’s arm away from her core. “She’s supposed to be resting. You’re not supposed to take advantage.”

“She wanted me to take advantage!” Changkyun retorted though he reluctantly backed off the bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. Jordana might have found it endearing if it weren’t for the playful pinch and flick at her nipple before he left.

“How are you feeling, YoYo?” asked Minhyuk.

“Competitive,” she teased.

Their fingers danced next to one another’s until Jordana took the initiative and held his hand. Minhyuk looked down, shock evident on his face along with a charming pinkness to his ears. With an unexpectedly shaky voice, he said, “Ready to finish the game?”

“Almost. Snuggle with me for a minute?”

Judging by the number of brilliant white teeth he flashed her, nothing could have made the man happier. Minhyuk leapt into the bed and immediately threw an arm over her naked waist. He nuzzled his cheek against her shoulder and purred as he wriggled close enough to squeeze out the last microns of space between them. Jordana closed her eyes and let him snuggle her for a long moment until she had almost drifted back into sleep, but her coworker had other plans.

Warm wetness blossomed at her breast, and when she opened her eyes, she found Minhyuk suckling at her nipple. Her hand moved automatically into his hair, clasping his mouth to her as his tongue worked determined magic around her sensitive skin.

“Oh, Minnie, that feels so good,” she mewled. “You’ve got me so wet already.”

His eyes opened and met hers as he stayed latched to her tit though his hand was wandering under the sheet at her waist. One slender finger danced along her seam, and at the slightest part, a river of arousal pooled onto the sheet.

Finally, Minhyuk released her nipple and moved to kiss her, all while his coaxing never stopped. Jordana could feel her clit pulsing with anticipation, but before he could escalate things, Hoseok’s voice boomed through the room.

“Game back on, boys!”

It was almost comical the way the other six men apparated beside them, but now their coworkers were back with black gazes and wet lips as they watched the pair on the bed.

Minhyuk kissed Jordana sweetly this time and, without a hint of complaint, said, “Gotta share again. I’ll scheme smarter next time.”

He withdrew from the bed, but not without whisking away the sheet the way a magician did for his big reveal.

“I warmed her up for you guys,” the troublemaker proclaimed as he slipped behind Hyungwon and Changkyun, clapping them both on their still-bare shoulders. “You can thank me later.”

“Didn’t need your help, but okay,” quipped Hyungwon with a glower at his friend.

Thanks to her newfound freedom, Jordana was able to take in the glorious sight of seven men getting unavoidably aroused the sight of her naked form stretched out for them. While most of the guys had at least underwear on, it wasn’t enough for any of them to conceal their expectant bulges, with Hoseok and Changkyun palming themselves shamelessly. Just then, someone slid the tie down from its headband position and tightened it again over her eyes.

“Aw, come on, guys,” Jordana complained. “I was enjoying the view.”

“And you can enjoy it again in two more players,” reminded Hyunwoo.

“Even though once I’ve guessed one, then I’ll know the next?”

“Yes,” her boss said so firmly that her back felt compelled to arch. “You only earned that privilege for the last round.”

For him.

Jordana squirmed at just the thought.

“Okay, fine. I just want—” She cut herself off, suddenly too afraid to release what was on the other side of her lips even after all they’d just experienced together.

“What do you want, baby? We can't help you if you don't tell us,” encouraged Jooheon.

“I—”

“Say it,” commanded Minhyuk as he twisted her nipple just enough to send a shower of sparks behind her eyes. “Say it!”

Before she could stop it, Jordana shouted, “I just want to be used!”

The room was dead silent. Even the music felt like it had screeched to a halt. Embarrassment colored her skin from head to toe. Admitting to something like that felt even more illicit in some ways than group sex with her coworkers, but the thought of being heedlessly passed around for their pleasure made her body shake in ways that even her orgasms hadn’t.

“You want us to use this perfect, perfect body to get ourselves off?” said Kihyun as the first of many hands dusted over her prickling skin until she couldn’t tell who was touching her where.

“Yes…”

“And you don’t care if we just fuck you full of cum and leave you limp like that?” Changkyun said.

Fuck, his voice was so smoky, it should have been illegal.

“Please! I want you to so bad,” Jordana begged. “Make me feel pretty.”

Hoseok stroked her messy hair and said softly, “You are pretty, YoYo. Prettiest girl we’ve ever seen.”

“How did we get so lucky?” mused Changkyun as his hand swept over stomach and mound. “Such a good little doll. So beautiful. Gonna let us use you all up until there’s nothing left?”

“Yes!” she said, trembling on the bed. “Yes, use me!”

Hyunwoo cleared his throat. “You heard the lady. Next player.”

The bed dipped, and someone lifted the sheet to drape it over both Jordana and the man who had settled in behind her. The new player wheedled one arm under her while the other draped over her side and immediately cupped her breast as his lips kissed the expanse of her throat. His hold was gentle and adoring as his long, thin fingers caressed the heavy weight of her globe before finally focusing on her nipple with reverential circles that made the dark ring around it pebble.

Once he’d had his fill of her tits, his hands moved down to her stomach to knead the soft flesh there. There was something so erotic about a mouth on her neck and a hand charting her skin that made Jordana feel treasured. She sighed into his touch, offering more of her neck in case he wanted to taste it, and he wasted no time in doing so. As good as his lips felt tasting her pulse, it wasn’t enough to distract from his fingers guiding her leg up and back over his own. Her heart hammered, and she knew he would feel it under his silken tongue.

The hand at her leg disappeared in favor of lining up his tip with her entrance, and now her heart stopped completely as she waited for him to push in.

“Please, yes,” she whispered throatily, and that was all her lover needed to glide into her soaked center.

Her cunt swallowed him greedily until he was sheathed in her heat. While the hand under her gripped her breast tightly, the top hand curled back onto her belly, centered firmly over her mound to push her ass back against him. He held her like this for a long moment—long enough for her to feel his length pulsing inside her, and she knew he was fighting off cumming before he could even fuck her.

Instead, she relaxed into his embrace, enjoying every second of being tangled up hopelessly with this man. His breaths scorched the nape of her neck as his thigh tensed under her leg, and finally, he regained his composure and thrust gently into her.

“I wish that was me again,” lamented Minhyuk from the sidelines. “YoYo’s so pretty writhing on the bed. Let us hear you, sweetheart.”

But try as she might, Jordana couldn’t make a sound even as her mouth hung open. This side angle left Jordana feeling both stuffed and consumed, and for some reason, it brought a tear to her eye that she couldn’t wipe away. Instead, it puddled in the juncture at her nose until someone wiped it for her.

“All good, Jordana?” Hyunwoo asked.

“I’ve never felt so good,” she confessed and experienced another rush of emotion that, this time, she managed to choke down before it embarrassed her.

She wanted so badly to curl her hand over the one on her mound, but from this angle, she still wasn’t sure which of her sweet introverts was spooled around her, but as his strokes plowed lazily through her snug walls and his thick kisses showered her spine and her shoulders, Jordana recognized the dark intensity of Hyungwon’s aura. There was something about the way he was holding her that was so possessive. Maybe it was the sheet that trapped them together in their own secret, illicit world, or maybe it was grope of his fingers as they spilled over with her ample tit, but she felt completely owned by him.

She didn’t want to share any of the sanctuary of his arms just yet, but there was no way of keeping his beautiful name out of her mouth any longer.

“Hyungwon, more!”

Jordana was full of him in every way that mattered—her pussy, her senses, her head, her heart—and she fed off of every one of his labored breaths in her wild hair.

“Call my name again,” he whispered. “Call it forever.”

“Hyungwon, Hyungwon, Hyungwon…” she murmured as her hand clasped his at last. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never,” he grunted, raspy and needy, and she knew he wouldn’t last much longer and neither would their solitude.

On cue, the blanket pulled down to her torso and someone groped the breast that was currently unoccupied.

Hyungwon tapped her cheek and rasped, “Open up for our friends.”

Someone guided her hand from Hyungwon’s and instead placed it over his own hard length. Beside him, someone else hovered hot and primal by her parted lips. The moment he slipped his leaking cock in, Jordana tasted herself, and she knew this was someone she’d already fucked. The fact that he was hard for her again sent a shiver of power through her, and behind her, Hyungwon groaned in that impossibly deep voice of his.

“I felt that, you know,” he growled against the hidden skin just behind her ear. “We gave ourselves away. You know how much command you have over us now, don’t you?”

Jordana couldn’t answer with a mouth full of hard dick, but she didn’t need to. Hyungwon could tell from the fierce way her pussy held him.

It was hard work, blowing a guy while jerking one and being fucked by yet another, but this was what she wanted—this much command over men who commanded her every day. She might have been the one being used, but she had all the power here.

As best she could, she slurped and licked and sucked his length until the man above her started thrusting himself lightly into her mouth, signaling his immediate end. Just as Jordana opened wider to accept as much of him as she could, Hyungwon cupped the back of her head and pushed her gently down on his friend’s cock. Only when the man above her came down her throat with a pathetic whimper did she realize it was Jooheon’s load she’d swallowed.

He pulled out and she smiled up at the face she imagined there. “Thank you, Honey.”

“Shit,” he cursed as he staggered back. “You’re too perfect, baby. Damnit.”

A second later, Jordana felt a fresh hard-on tapping at her lips and she opened again. This man felt no need to keep his identity a secret.

“That’s the way a girl should suck a cock,” Kihyun said, and she shook at his words.

Kihyun also wasn’t shy about fucking her face. He slid in and out of her throat to her obscene sounds as she did her best to handle him along with the fluid thrusts Hyungwon doled out behind her.

The harder he fucked her, the further the sheet slithered down Jordana’s body until fresh air once again bombarded core. An indecent symphony commanded the room as her gags and swallows harmonized with her well-used cunt overflowing with so many men’s exuberant loads. She felt so dirty, so shameless, so adored, and she fucking loved it. A different sort of pleasure roiled through her, not the intense release of climax but the even more intense hoard of greed in her heart.

Jordana had never felt such pride. They were all getting off over and over to her body and her music and her love for them, and she had never felt sexier. She was a filthy, indecent goddess, and they worshipped at her altar.

“Can’t hold it. Gonna cum,” Hyungwon hissed and buried himself as deeply as he could inside her. He let out a powerful groan as he smothered Jordana’s silky walls with a fresh coat of pearl.

Both Kihyun and the mystery man she still jerked in her hand backed away at once now that the round was over, though Hyungwon laid with his lips against her ear, panting so hard, his breath living inside her. His hand swirled over her belly, and the pressure tensed her walls around his sensitive cock until he groaned with such relief that it reverberated under her skin. With another groan, Hyungwon pulled out and rolled off the bed with a dramatic thump.

“That looked like a good one,” Hoseok laughed as he slapped his friend’s chest, which only made the tall gamer whine.

“I can barely stand,” Hyungwon admitted. More shyly, he added, “Thank you, YoYo.”

Jordana just hummed as she rubbed her stomach and sunk back into the mattress. Her jaw ached as much as her legs, and yet a soft smile graced her face.

“You okay?” Minhyuk asked.

“Getting tired, but I’m no quitter.”

The guys laughed, though someone took to rubbing her foot reassuringly.

“So, I can still go?” Changkyun double-checked.

“I want you, Kyun. Please?”

He let out a grateful sigh, but as he moved toward the bed, so did others and he grumbled. “Can I at least get a few minutes' head start?”

“What the hell? No!” Jooheon argued. “I didn't get a head start.”

“You could have if you hadn't given yourself away,” admonished Hoseok.

“Nobody asked for your two cents, HoHo...”

“The difference is I didn’t forfeit my privilege. I just drew the short end of the stick,” Changkyun insisted.

“That's what the short end of the stick means,” Jooheon retorted.

“Enough, boys,” ordered Hyunwoo, and that put an end to the bickering. “Changkyun, you get three minutes.”

The youngest gamer hopped onto the bed without complaint and rolled Jordana face-first into the mattress, his legs straddling her hamstrings before he laid flat against her back. She felt every inch of his nakedness searing her skin as his mouth pressed to her ear and said, “Put your hands underneath, doll. You can pretend they’re my hands and touch yourself if you want or just lay here and take my cock. Whatever makes you happy. Either way, I’m going steal my pleasure from you.”

“Oh fuck, yes…”

Changkyun maneuvered Jordana’s ass up into a perky, tempting hill. He stroked her skin appreciatively and gave her a light slap just to hear her yelp with excitement. His hand traveled to his shaft, and for a moment, he poked around between the hidden recess between her thighs until he found her soaked entrance and pushed in quickly. Her moan was deep and raw, gobbled up mostly by the mattress where she buried her face as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Shit, that’s a snug fit,” Changkyun breathed. “God, they really made a mess of you, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” Jordana whimpered.

“You’re ruined, YoYo. All used up,” he said as his hand traced her spine, “but you don’t care.”

“Use me, too, Kyun. Por favor…”

She was aware of exactly how whiny she was, but the way his cock was shoved so tightly into her did funny things to her brain, and anyway, judging from the pulse of his length at her words, it was exactly what he wanted to hear the way he wanted to hear it.

Slowly, Changkyun rocked in and out of her, dragging along her core with savage purpose. If Jordana thought she’d been full of Hyungwon, it was even more overwhelming in this position. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure between her legs. This wasn’t about her cumming again, but the closer she was to release, the tighter she’d be for him, and he’d waited so long and her eager fingers were already so close to her clit…

Jordana brushed the aching button at her apex, and as she did, her fingers glanced off Changkyun’s drenched manhood. He sighed and shivered so delectably that it made her moan.

“Good little doll, touching herself for me. Do you wish those were my fingers?”

“Mm-hm,” she managed with a wicked hitch of breath.

“Do a good job, baby. That’s what I would do for you.”

Pretty quickly, Jordana realized every time her fingers brushed his cock, Changkyun would lose some of his composure, so with every circle she made over herself, she made a secret effort to touch him, too. It was working all too easily. She could feel the way he hardened with every pass, and she hoped when he came again, this time it would leave him breathless.

Changkyun fucked just as intensely as he kissed and just as focused as he worked. His hands curled around her waist, holding her still to glide effortlessly in and out of her. From this angle, the curve of his cock was just right to torture her most receptive spots, and moan after incoherent moan died in the sheets.

“Time’s up,” announced Hyunwoo, and it may as well have been a starter pistol for as fast as a pair of their coworkers joined them on the bed.

“Changkyun, you little shit,” groused Minhyuk.

“You purposefully fucked her like this so we can’t tag in,” Hoseok continued.

“This is for her,” the youngest gamer replied, but Jordana could hear the smile in his voice.

Hoseok clucked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah.”

A moment later though, a large, warm hand carded through her sweaty hair and soothed the prickles there. Despite the continued ravages to her pussy, this felt so tender that she melted into it with a long purr. “How’s our little cub doing back there, YoYo?”

“So good. Mm, so good…”

She felt a new hand groping at her ass, and suddenly, the pressure changed as she was pried apart. Cool air clashed with her hot core, and she gasped.

Minhyuk tsked long and low. “I’ve never seen such a messy pussy. Kyunnie better fuck all that cum deeper into you where it belongs.”

“Porra, Kyun! Ah, I want it.”

Jordana rubbed her clit harder now, feeling the tension gathering her in belly and hoping Changkyun could, too.

“I could go all night like this,” he bragged, but she could hear the strain in his voice.

“Well, don’t,” scolded Kihyun. “Jordana’s tired and Hyunwoo’s getting impatient.”

Now, her pussy was clenching for a whole new reason. Hyunwoo was impatient? That was a thing she had never seen, and she burned to see the calm and collected president so much as tap his foot or pace the floor. How hot would that chiseled face look with burning need embossing its edges…

With a snarl, Changkyun picked up speed, the squelching of her core proclaiming Jordana a sinner for the whole office to hear. Her fingers stilled over her belly as she concentrated instead on the feeling of her young friend racing to his end inside her.

“Roll her over! Roll her over!” he commanded as he pulled out to her cry.

Hoseok and Minhyuk wasted no time flopping Jordana onto her back where Minhyuk pressed her tits together in time for Changkyun to shower them with his cum. Beads of hot liquid splattered from her neck and collar down all the way down to her navel until, finally, Changkyun collapsed into the covers with a dramatic “Fuck!”

The room was quiet again save for a harmony of ragged breaths.

“Damn, YoYo,” came the heavy panting from the sharp-jawed boy at the end of the bed, “you’re such a naughty doll wearing my necklace like that. So beautiful.”

A little scuffle broke out nearby as the boys jostled around until Hyunwoo said, “Leave it. Changkyun’s right. She looks pretty in our jewelry.”

“Hyunwoo,” Jordana said with a little cry.

At last, the tie unwound from behind her head, and light attacked her eyes. Gradually, Hyunwoo came into view along with his friends surrounding her on all sides. The president was the only one with a lick of clothing still on; in fact, he was fully dressed save for a top button unbuttoned. He had even draped his tie back around his neck, looking like a husband home from a long day in the office.

“I want to see all of you,” she pleaded as her fingers tugged at the bottom of his shirt. “Isn't that fair after all whole night in a blindfold?”

“I suppose it is,” he replied.

Hyunwoo’s fingers went to his throat and undid the next button with same art that an exotic dancer would. Each button caved to his will until they were all undone, and his shirt parted for a dazzling view of flawless abs, not chiseled like Hoseok’s, but firm and defined with a sexy shape that tapered to strong hips beneath his slacks. With that same dancer’s grace, he shrugged out of each sleeve as if in slow motion, leaving only the tie dangling against his beautiful muscles.

Once his glorious upper body was in full view, he moved to the clasp on his pants, and with the flick of his thumb, they came undone, revealing a fine trail of coarse black hairs disappearing under the hem of his briefs.

“I really want to touch you,” she said, her fingers trembling toward the impressive bulge straining against the fabric. Hyunwoo nodded, and Jordana sat up so she could graze her fingers over his erection. Thanks to a fresh cum-stain, his cock head was visible through the now-translucent white fabric, and despite her sore jaw, her mouth watered.

“Take it out, Jordana,” he said.

She nodded dumbly. Such simple words held such power over her. She reached under the band and grasped his veiny girth with a sigh that was echoed with one of Hyunwoo’s own.

“You’re so hard, sir,” Jordana murmured.

“Yes, and I’m going to need you to put it inside you. Right now. Can you do that, Jordana?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Hyunwoo nodded, pleased. With a jerk of his head toward a few of his employees, he said, “Hyungwon, get behind her. Support her. Don’t let her go.”

The tall man didn’t waste a second climbing behind her, his knees framing her ass as he eased her back against his sturdy chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and the intimacy felt so good, Jordana mewled. With a smile on his thick lips, Hyungwon mouthed along the nape of her neck to savor the pleasant rumble.

“Hoseok. Kihyun. Sit on either side of her. Hold her open.”

As a rush of wetness dribbled between her lower lips, they nodded. With wide eyes, Jordana looked to both men, but they were focused on the order from their boss. Hoseok took her left side as Kihyun took her right, their shoulders butting against her as their thighs bookended hers. Kihyun slipped his hand under her knee and hefted it over his leg so hers was pinned over his; meanwhile, Hoseok followed suit. Now, Jordana was spread eagle and trapped that way for her boss.

Her heart was beating out of her chest. Hyunwoo simply stared at her. His eyes roved up her athletic calves and along her supple thighs, until they found her throbbing nexus waiting just for him. The corner of his mouth twitched just a bit, betraying what she might have otherwise worried was indifference, and she sucked in a breath. That brought Hyunwoo’s gaze sailing over her belly and her flushed, cum-splashed tits up to her neck, parted lips, and finally, her hungry gaze.

He gripped his base and pumped his length a few times, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re going to bury this inside you, okay?”

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“And you’re going to watch me fuck you, understood?”

Jordana mumbled greedily as she reached for Hyunwoo’s thick, sturdy length.

“Jordana.”

Everything inside her stilled so she could listen to Hyunwoo’s every word. His finger curled under her chin while his thumb pinned it there. There was no way to run from the blackness in his gaze.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

She didn’t even have the presence of mind to nod. She was of one purpose only, to take her boss’s manhood as deep as it could go. Jordana encircled his shaft, savoring its soft skin stretched over aching hardness, and centered his tip to her cream-drenched hole. With a gentle tug, she brought him just inside her and steadied her attention on the way her pussy swallowed him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught his smile before he pushed in.

The stretch was so exquisite that her head tipped back with a decadent moan that reverberated off every surface in the room.

“Hold her head up,” Hyunwoo demanded to the men supporting her. “I want her to see everything.”

Hyungwon centered her head under his chin as he whispered praise to her and stroked the undersides of her breasts. On either side of her, Hoseok and Kihyun rubbed the insides of her knees or smoothed the expanse of her thighs while Hyunwoo established his dominant rhythm between her legs.

He speared her over and over again, and Jordana finally got to see how truly impressive these men were. Hyunwoo glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat as each thrust eroded a little more of his composure. His shrewd eyes narrowed with every squeeze of her cunt, and quiet grunts punctuated the air.

Striving for more power, he tipped forward, his mouth perilously close to hers again. His tie tickled against her belly with every thrust until at last she yanked it free. In one swift motion, Jordana wrapped it around Hyunwoo’s eyes and held it in place behind his head.

“How do I feel, sir?”

“Like tight, wet silk. You have a magnificent pussy, Jordana.”

She never expected such crass words said so matter-of-factly from her boss, but they felt so right in his mouth, just like how right his cock felt in her cunt. She lifted her head from Hyungwon’s chest and kissed Hyunwoo hard. He was so surprised, he stilled inside her in favor of capturing every inch of her lips with his own. The way his hand gripped the back of her head made Jordana feel totally at his mercy, which she realized, pinned open and held back, she was. The tie slipped from her hands and his shoulders, pooling on the bed as the pressure from his lips traveled down to her body and made her quiver around his shaft.

The president broke away with a hiss and looked down where their bodies joined. His fat bottom lip drooped as he watched, transfixed, at the way he moved in and out of her. There were no more words said, by them or by the others. Any conversation was carried through their body talk, through the squelches of her cunt or the groans from his throat or their synchronized panting.

Through the continued onslaught of pleasure, Jordana watched everything as ordered. Those who weren’t holding her jerked off freely, and she wasn’t sure she’d anything sexier in her life than Jooheon, Minhyuk, and Changkyun leaning against each other as they stroked their cocks to the sight of her.

Hyungwon plucked at her nipples as his mouth traced up and down her neck like a bow over a violin, and Jordana sang at his sensual motions. To feel so worshipped even as she was ruthlessly fucked was recipe for a climax like she’d never felt before.

She may have been finally free of the blindfold, but her vision was blurring with every questing thrust of Hyunwoo’s cock deeper into her.

“You’re going to cum with me, yes?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she answered immediately.

“Not before me, Jordana, and not after. With.”

With wide eyes and a frantic nod, she agreed.

His thumb stroked her clit mercilessly as his shaft drilled into her. Jordana’s nails bit into the men beside her, but if they complained, she couldn’t hear them over the blood in her ears. Everything in her body was convulsing. Her throat made little choking sounds as her toes curled, too.

“Make it happen,” Hyunwoo ordered to the others around her, and everything ramped up exponentially.

“Give us one more,” Hyungwon urged, his tongue now in the shell of her ear.

“We know you can,” said Kihyun.

Both Hoseok and he were stroking her inner thighs in perfect harmony, and her body tuned to it like the instrument of pleasure it now exclusively was. But their fingers didn't stay innocent for long. They closed the night as the evening had started, with multiple hands adoring every inch of her cunt—stroking and petting and flicking and rubbing.

Her body squirmed in their grip, trying to escape the intensity. “I can’t! I can’t!”

“You will.”

“Come on, angel.”

“You can take it.”

Their voices were in stereo—surrounding her, caging her, filling her.

She wasn’t making sense anymore. Only feral noises bubbled up from her lips, a combination of delirium and wantonness.

“She’s seconds away,” Kihyun noted.

“You close, boss?” asked Hoseok.

“Mm,” was all Hyunwoo could respond. His strokes were getting wilder and more emphatic, and his meticulous hair was shellacked to his brow with sweat. With what was left of her brain, Jordana barely recognized her boss. She’d never seen him so lost, so out-of-control, and it made her pussy flutter with pride.

“Are you ready, babygirl?” he grunted in between strokes.

Babygirl.

Hyunwoo had called her babygirl…

“Gonna—”

It was the best Jordana could do. For a moment, the world around her went blank. There was nothing but an eruption of carnal sensation from the center of her very being. Her head dug into Hyungwon’s collar and her chest lifted with her hips as her world came undone.

Her eyes creaked open barely in time to catch Hyunwoo, with just his tip nestled inside her, pumping the last of his load into her walls. He was making the cutest little grunts with every twitch of his balls that Jordana underscored with pathetic hiccupped moans of her own.

The second he pulled out, sated and sticky, Minhyuk rushed in and spurted his seed all over her quaking cunt and thighs.

“Did you really have to do that?” Kihyun chastised with a roll of his eyes.

Minhyuk glared a challenge right back. “Where else do you suggest, huh? Your keyboard?”

A slur of Korean swears came tumbling out of the vice president’s lips as he tried to turn his back on his insolent coworker, but Minhyuk was nothing if not relentless. He flopped onto the bed beside his friend and hummed. “Whew, I’m beat.”

Hoseok laughed. “Oh, really? You’re tired?”

“How’re you doing, YoYo?” Jooheon wondered with a squeeze of her leg.

“I think I’m alive? Barely?”

The hands on her thighs switched from mischievous to helpful as they massaged the sore muscles there with sincerity. This time, the sighs leaving Jordana’s lips were grateful, and she slouched against Hyungwon with a light smile on her face, which the tall boy wasted no time bending down to peck.

“Keep doing that,” she said dreamily, and Hoseok and Kihyun exchanged smiles. ��Feels so nice.”

“Which?” asked Hyungwon, that puffy top lip of his brushing hers as he spoke. “The kiss or the massage?”

“Mm, both.”

As the other boys soothed and rubbed her tired extremities, Hyungwon kissed her in his lazy way, the perfect bow on the last of her presents. Before anybody could get riled up again, he pulled up and brushed the hair from her face.

At length, the other guys closed her knees like a book, and Jordana groaned and buried her face in the covers. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Minhyuk, go turn on the shower,” Hyunwoo ordered.

“I, um,” Jordana stammered, “I don’t think I can stand by myself.”

“Who do you want to go in with you?” Hoseok asked, voice painfully full of hope.

She groaned again. “Please don’t make me pick, guys.”

“The rest of you troublemakers,” commanded Kihyun as he stepped to the head of the pack, “clean this place up. Hyunwoo, you’ve got Jordana’s clothes, yes?”

“I’ll take care of it,” the president confirmed.

Kihyun nodded. “Everyone, out of our way then.”

The next thing Jordana knew, she was scooped up in the vice president’s arms. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, suddenly very self-conscious of her weight and her form pressing against his stern chest. Kihyun didn’t seem to consider her an inconvenience at all though as he marched the pair of them to the bathroom where steam was already beckoning.

“I had no idea you were this strong,” she confessed from her hiding spot at the base of his neck.

“Ditto,” he replied before he set her down and peeled back the shower curtain. “You worked hard tonight.”

“Um, Ki?” Jordana hedged.

“What is it, beautiful?”

“I really have to pee.”

Kihyun laughed. “I’ll be right back then.”

He closed the door, and once she had cleaned herself up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. There looking back, she saw a face she hadn't seen in a long time: Bright with exertion, flush from the thrill, and young and wild once again. Despite the exhaustion, she saw power and confidence, like an Amazon ready to overthrow a kingdom and take it as her own.

“You ready?” Kihyun called through the door.

“I can manage,” she protested, but they both knew it was a lie. It had taken sheer force of will just to stand up from the toilet.

Kihyun came in to a steamy room and helped Jordana onto the slick tiles. Minhyuk had dragged in a stool from the breakfast bar, and the vice president smiled. “Guess I have to okay that annoying brat’s raise after all.”

Kihyun helped Jordana onto the seat before centering her under the water. She hissed as the heat singed away the twinges in her muscles and washed away her many transgressions.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Like actual heaven,” Jordana hummed as she tipped her head back into the full stream.

Kihyun was quick to jump in, running his fingers through her hair to saturate every strand. His hands might have been merciless in bed, but he was so gentle in the shower. He massaged shampoo into her scalp—by the smell of it, it was Hoseok’s—and moved just as carefully to conditioner until, at last, he could soap every inch of her body. He could have just as easily taken the opportunity to start more trouble between her sensitive legs, but instead, he washed with tenderness and a surprising amount of professionalism considering what had just happened between the eight of them.

“Let me know when you’re ready to rinse off,” he said, and all Jordana could do was sigh.

She wanted to watch Kihyun scrub his beautiful skin pink, wanted to admire the way his muscles pulled taut as he twisted to wash his hips and thighs, but the water was so warm and the steam was so thick and she was so tired that she couldn’t hold her eyes open for long. She felt herself slouching on the stool, and before she could even worry about falling asleep on it, she felt Kihyun’s sturdy chest behind her, propping her up. His arms were loose around her waist, and his chin was on her shoulder.

“Do you want to just crash here?” he asked.

“Mm, no offense, but I think I want my own bed tonight.”

Kihyun laughed softly. “You don’t trust us?”

“After tonight?” she said with a laugh just as soft. “No way, not with me.”

“Smart girl.”

“And, hey, I guessed everyone correctly, so I won again. How about that?”

His grin was a little tighter now as he said, “I think you have seven disappointed guys who were hoping for a week of you all to themselves.”

“Sore losers,” she teased, though she felt the same measure of disappointment that this was ending.

The thought of returning to normal tomorrow felt both impossible and untenable, but Jordana couldn’t expect her coworkers and friends to continue such charades forever when they’d made it very clear this was just a birthday present. In retrospect, maybe she should have gotten a few more names wrong.

Kihyun felt her tense, and he asked, “You ready to get out then?”

Jordana paused, nibbling her lower lip as she considered whether or not to open her mouth. As usual, her common sense lost out and she ventured, “Ki?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you just hold me like this a little longer?”

“As long as you want,” he said.

Jordana slackened completely in her boss’s arms, and before she knew it, she’d drifted off though she kept jerking herself awake despite Kihyun’s temple resting in her wet hair and his hum barely audible over the drum of the showerhead.

Eventually, the steam thinned as the water cooled, and Kihyun had no choice but to turn off the shower. He held Jordana up with one arm as he reached on his tip-toes to grab the nearest towel. Once she was safely cloaked in its cottony depths, Kihyun got to work patting her dry.

“You look like a lost puppy,” he observed as he dabbed the towel around her feet.

“Good thing you found me,” she said, “and not some miscreant like Minhyuk.”

They laughed and shuffled out of the shower, Kihyun bringing up the rear as he finally dried himself off. On the other side of the bathroom door, the other six men wound down with a kaleidoscope of different expressions ranging from joy to impatience to relief and everything else in between. Everyone was dressed for bed in their own ways, some shirtless and others in loose tees. A few of them were squabbling as they finished dressing the beds in the spare sheets and fluffing the pillows.

“Didn’t you hear the way she screamed for me?” Jooheon asserted. “I made her cum harder.”

Minhyuk huffed. “That’s because she couldn’t even make a sound when she came for me.”

Kihyun sighed. “Would one of you two idiots shut up and get Jordana some fresh clothes for her ride home?”

“Aw, you’re not staying?” Hoseok pouted. “We just made the bed for you.”

Jordana glowered at him. “There’s no way I’m letting all of your big, hot bodies pile on top of me after all that. No, I’m going home.”

“You think we’re hot?” the muscle baby asked hopefully, and her eyes fell to the little scratches and marks she’d left all over that broad, powerful chest.

“Mostly, I was talking about being suffocated by your sweaty muscles, but now that I say that out loud, I guess I mean it both ways.”

“I know I heard my name in there,” Minhyuk said brightly as he bounded forward with shirt that was definitely his and a pair of sweats that were definitely Hyungwon’s. “No doubt talking about how I was your favorite.”

“Favorite deviant,” Hyungwon corrected.

Jordana grinned. “Yeah, exactly that actually.”

“I’ll take it!” Minhyuk beamed as he swooped in and plucked the sleepy woman from Kihyun’s grip to spirit her over to the couch. He didn’t even give her the chance to finish toweling off before he tugged the shirt over her head, though he spared plenty of extra seconds to grope her still-unbound tits.

Jordana wrinkled her nose and swatted him away though she regretted it the moment she tried to pull on the pants herself. It was hard enough dressing with tacky skin, but when every single muscle was lifeless as stone, it was an effort in futility.

Jooheon swooped in just in time, on his knees so he could prop one of her feet on his shoulder and scoot the cozy cotton up her leg for her. “Poor pretty baby is exhausted, and Min’s too selfish to help.”

“I put on her shirt, didn’t I?” his friend protested.

“For your own perverted reasons...”

Jordana laughed as the waistband reached her ass, and with the mightiest of efforts, she heaved up barely long enough for him to pull the seat of the pants over her backside. “Thanks, Honey.”

“Dressing or undressing, I’m your man,” he said with his deepest dimples on display.

“Tell me again who’s the pervert?” Minhyuk retorted.

Once she was fully clothed, Hyunwoo scooped her up from the couch, a shocked cry leaving her as she wrapped an arm automatically around his neck.

“Say goodnight to your coworkers, Jordana,” he said.

With rouged cheeks and an unexpected bout of shyness, she said, “Goodnight, guys. Thanks for an amazing birthday.”

“Speaking of,” Changkyun said as he trotted over. He laid her neatly folded clothes (with a conspicuously missing pair of underwear), heels, and concert tickets in her lap before he topped the pile with the orchids. His thumb played about the flower’s lips just as hers had before his dark eyes met hers. “How about one last birthday kiss?”

She nodded, and Changkyun pressed his lips to hers, which of course had to be followed by the whole chain of jealous gamers.

Finally, Hyunwoo whisked her out of the office to his silver Mercedes waiting in the garage. She had languished through some pregnant stretches of silence tonight, but the one in the car felt much weightier with just her boss beside her.

It was very late, and the car sailed through the sparsely traveled city streets, though it seemed to catch every red light along the way. It wasn’t until they were crossing the Queensboro Bridge that Jordana found the courage to speak.

Her lips fluttered together in a dramatic raspberry as she sighed. “I screwed up.”

Hyunwoo’s scowl was instant. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I just fucked my whole office?” she snarked but immediately wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth. “Sorry, that was rude.”

“You're cute,” Hyunwoo said with a smirk. “After all that, you're still watching your language around me.”

“Sorry. It felt…”

“Unprofessional?” he suggested. Jordana nodded. “No less professional than sleeping with your employee, I think.”

With a pucker first, she asked, “Are we going to be okay?”

Hyunwoo’s hands tightened on the wheel. “How do you mean?”

“Like, to work together? We’re still going to be able to do that, right? I didn’t just mess things up, did I?”

“First of all, Jordana, if anything were messed up, it wouldn’t be your fault. That would be all on me, totally and completely. But it’s not, okay? If you want everything to go back as though nothing happened, I’ll make sure it happens. Just say the word.”

“And if I don’t?” she mumbled.

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “If you don’t what?”

Jordana shook her head. “I didn’t say anything.”

They drove like that for a while, the lights of New York City flickering between the lamp posts on the highway. With her forehead pressed against the cool glass, it was hypnotic. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and her worries faded with her transgressions.

The next thing she knew, the car was double-parked in front of a brick apartment building in Queens, and Hyunwoo put on his four-ways.

“Hey, this is my place,” Jordana said surprised as she recognized the fish market next to the salon.

“That was the plan,” he reminded.

“No, I mean, how did you know how to get here? I think I spaced out the last fifteen minutes. Or did I fall asleep?”

The corner of Hyunwoo’s mouth twitched. “I didn’t see the need to wake you. I’ve been to your apartment, remember?”

“Yeah, once, like, two years ago.”

“I memorized it. In case you ever needed...” He paused. “…anything.”

“I’m impressed.”

He smiled. “Good, because I’m trying to impress you.”

Jordana hoped the darkness hid her goosebumps. “You already did plenty of that tonight.”

“So my plan to go last worked…”

“Hyunwoo!” Her horror was fake but her embarrassment wasn’t. Softly, Jordana chided, “How unprofessional.”

He shrugged lightly. “Maybe it was, and maybe so is this.”

Hyunwoo leaned in and kissed her.

It was a different experience, watching him leaning in with expectant lips. The angles of his face were softer than they had been when he’d fucked her, but maybe that was just the orange glow of the streetlights on his tan skin.

This wasn’t like the kiss the others had given her before she’d left—quick and sweet and grateful—this was hot and hungry and infused with a kind of passion that made her heart clench even more than her core. The top of his tongue swept into and out of her mouth, bringing with it her lip for him to suckle, and when he let it go, the gentle smack reverberated in the cabin.

“Don't tell the others about that, okay?” he said, his forehead resting against hers.

“Uh, yeah, sure, boss,” she mumbled.

Hyunwoo nodded, the tiniest smile lighting up his face. “I’ll help you inside.”

But Jordana waved him off as she reached for the door handle. “That’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. De boa,” she said with an okay sign and an awkward smile.

“Listen, don't bother coming in tomorrow,” Hyunwoo added as she was halfway out the door. Fear unexpectedly choked her heart before his next words loosened its hold. “I'm closing the office for the day. I have a feeling everyone will be too tired and too distracted to get any work done. And if you need another day, take it, okay? We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready to come back. Just—”

The president cleared his throat, and Jordana found herself leaning into his words. “Just what?”

“Come back,” he finished with a gentle throat clear.

“Promise.”

“Happy birthday, Jordana.”

“Thanks, boss, for everything. It was the best birthday ever.” She clutched her bouquet and tickets and beamed across at him with a smile that she knew she shouldn’t give to her boss.

Hyunwoo hummed, replying with an equally inappropriate smile of his own. “Can’t wait to see what you give me for my birthday.”

With a hard bite to her lip, she nodded and closed the door, waving goodnight and begging her jelly legs to carry her up to her apartment before she could begin an even more dangerous game of single player action.

If there was one thing Jordana had learned after tonight, that was a game she would surely lose.

#monsta x smut #shownu smut #wonho smut #minhyuk smut #kihyun smut #hyungwon smut #jooheon smut #changkyun smut #oneshot #office smut #coworkers to lovers #sleeping with the whole damn office #flimsy premise #worshipping a woman because she deserves it

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Out Of The Shadows - Final Part

Summary: Singing was the only thing that kept you breathing. To Kihyun, you were too talented to step away from. And by a cruel twist of fate, because of him, you became a singer - except you only sang in the shadows.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x female reader

Genre: idol au / angst / drama / romance

Warnings: Y/N has a serious injury, and ongoing implications from it that might trigger some people. In this part: someone gets punched, finally.

Word count: 1780

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Kihyun could tell something was wrong as soon as the song started. The host, who had left him on the stage after the fifteen-minute introduction, reappeared momentarily with a worried expression before someone called him back. Being the professional he was, Kihyun focused on singing the first verse and remained looking out into the sea of press and Starship personnel. The lighting was moody to go along with the words he sang, and it helped that it wasn’t shining directly into his eyes.

It enabled him to look out into the faces in front of him.

Just as he neared the chorus, he spotted his members sitting there, though Changkyun was getting up and going somewhere. Why? He didn’t have a clue, and nor could he show that it had thrown him off a little. It was a good thing that he knew this song enough to sing it in his sleep.

The practise he had put in with Nina lately also had his body on autopilot, swinging towards the side of the stage where Starlet would appear. He held a breath for some reason, waiting for your voice to come through from behind the wall that separated you both.

Instead, it came from the top of the stairs.

It was as if the world has stopped moving. There, instead of the red hair and midnight gown he had seen earlier, something sparkled. Slowly, as the lights above swung up the dark grey gown, a thousand stars illuminated back at him.

He couldn’t believe what was happening.

You managed your way down the stairs as if you had been the one practising this stage with him. Your voice didn’t falter, and whilst you didn’t look at him, he could feel your full attention washing over him. Asking him to lead, even though you were doing a damn good job of it yourself.

The stunned expression on his face moved into one of affection, his lips and eyes curling up in greeting when you finally caught his eye. He extended his hand out for yours, taking you in as you both began to sing together.

Just like before.

Except it was completely new too. Under the lights, you shone like the star he had envisioned you to be. You weren’t the meek woman who hid herself in a practice room. Or one who wore clothing to deflect what felt broken beneath. Here on this stage with him, you had stepped out and away from the shadows.

You outshone him in every way.

His voice came out stronger, his emotions laced with every word. It was as if you had both stood on this stage a hundred times before. As if this moment wasn’t your first debut in front of a crowd. Looking out into the audience for the first time, Kihyun was proud to be standing here with you as they snapped the biggest scandal of the year.

He almost began to laugh. Would they be more concerned that you weren’t Starlet’s so-called manager but the actual voice behind the act now? He wanted to know what Breaking News within the hour on all the media outlets would be.

As you headed into the high notes together, Kihyun turned back to you, breathing you in and singing you out, right as you did the same for him. You were one on that stage, perfectly in sync, perfect together.

He couldn’t ever imagine anyone else for him now.

The song drew to a close, and it wasn’t until you looked at him again that he realised a tear had slipped down his cheek.

You had done it together. He didn’t care what the cost would be when you were both off this stage. Gripping your hand, you squeezed it back, shooting him a smile that said it all.

I finally got my dream. Thanks to you.

Of course, as soon as Kihyun had pulled you backstage, there wasn’t even a moment for him to ask what had happened. Terry had pounced like a tiger, and Changkyun had punched someone again. This time, it wasn’t Kihyun, which he was somewhat grateful for, especially since he hadn’t been punched in the nose like Terry was.

“I don’t care if you try to take legal action on me for that,” the youngest of Monsta X proclaimed, staring down at the man whining on the ground. “You want to know who is at fault here? Take a look in the mirror, asshole.”

Five minutes later, Viviana had produced a bag of ice from somewhere and Kihyun was huddled next to his friend. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t be jealous that you punched him after all. Did you break your hand?”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you cried, holding the ice gently to Changkyun’s swollen knuckles.

Changkyun grunted in pain. “It was worth it. And before you ask, Nina is fine. I helped her hide.”

“You both planned this?”

“Actually, the mastermind is here,” Jooheon announced, walking into the room with a smug smile. “Aren’t I clever?”

Hyungwon brushed past him. “Don’t listen to him. I was the one who suggested it first. He’s just rolling with it because he has the bigger mouth.”

“You all were in on this?” you asked, looking around at the members filtering into the dressing room. You then stared at Kihyun. “Did you know?”

“No.”

“Neither. Not until five minutes before I went up.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Hyunwoo announced as Minhyuk let out a low whistle.

“She ought to for how big this scandal is. The Press are trying to break backstage as we stand here. I think we should head for the exit, don’t you?”

“I’m probably going to need to stay here, aren’t I?” you commented quietly, looking down at yourself as if you were seeing everything finally. You fisted your dress in your hand tightly. “What do I say?”

“Nothing, because you’re coming with us. Let management handle this. After all, they know what to say to make everything alright again,” Minhyuk stated with a wicked smile. Kihyun couldn’t help but laugh.

He wondered how Starship would pull themselves out of this mess.

“Y/N, your client is here!” Boah called out, and Kihyun chuckled at the statement. His original vocal trainer rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Did I say anything?”

“No. Not for a very long time did you say a thing to me,” she reminded, and he rolled his eyes. Boah had been at him like this for months. Granted, he understood why. She hadn’t been too thrilled about your idol career, and how it had ended.

After your first performance out on that stage, you had opted to quit. Starship scrambled their way through the scandal of using both Nina and you as one idol, and thankfully due to the media hype, enough lawyers had reached out to help you both break free from the contract. There was a loophole found and the court ruled in your favour quickly. For the fans, the outrage of being duped had come and gone, with more people supporting both you and Nina than dismissing you. Calls still came in for your voice, and Nina had moved on to teaching dance at one of the top studios in Seoul.

Neither of you wanted to climb back on stage again, admittedly.

But that didn’t mean your singing career was completely over. You had recorded another album from Changkyun’s studio he now owned outside of Starship. And Sewoon had gotten his duet with you finally too.

However, these days, Kihyun found you back where he had discovered you first.

You grinned at him as you appeared in the doorway of your practice room. “Are you coming in for your session, or should I have booked another client instead?”

“Miss Vocal Coach, you certainly are hard to schedule time in with lately,” Kihyun announced as he stepped into the room and shut the door.

You shrugged. “I guess someone told the world I’m good at singing but not so great at the idol business.”

“I guess that someone should be pleased with herself for giving it a go and now getting to help others with their idol dreams too, huh?”

“I believe that someone is pleased, yes,” you confirmed, stepping into his space and sliding your arms around his waist. Kihyun leaned down to kiss you, savouring your taste on his mouth. “I didn’t book you in to have an hour of kissing my breath away, Yoo Kihyun.”

“Did you perhaps book an hour with me so I could spend some time with my very busy girlfriend, though?”

“Hmmm.”

“I’m a paying customer,” he reminded, kissing you twice more before he stepped back to size you up. Lately, you had been changing your fashion. Of course, you still wore what was comfortable. But now dresses, like the navy number you had on, had mixed into your personal style. He happened to like it a whole lot.

He had insisted on buying the dress you wore that night on stage too. It was framed and hung up on the wall of your shared apartment as a reminder of what you had gained from stepping out of the darkness that had consumed you for too long.

“Sing with me,” you asked as your hands slipped down to take his. He allowed you to pull him over to your setup, your growing smile making him pause for a moment before he sat down.

“What are you planning?”

“Remember the first time I met you in here?”

Kihyun chuckled. “How could I ever forget? You were trying to hide your hands up your sleeves every five seconds.”

“Don’t poke fun at me! I meant the song we sang together.”

“Natural?” You nodded, and Kihyun finally sat down. “Why are we returning to that song today?”

“I never got to tell you how I truly felt after singing that with you.”

“And now?”

“Now, I just want to remember how that moment felt. Sing with me, Kihyun. For old time’s sake.”

“No.”

“Why not?!”

“Not for old time’s sake, Y/N. I plan to sing with you every day for the rest of my life.”

“You do realise, as an idol, you’re hardly going to be here every day of our lives. You’re off touring and—”

Cutting you off with a chaste kiss, Kihyun then groaned. “You’re supposed to be falling for my charming words, right now, not being so sassy and logical.”

You grinned, sliding a hand over his jaw before leaning in close once more. “I already fell for you and your charms. Isn’t that what got me out of the shadows in the first place?”

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faelid · 2 years

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Kihyun x Reader drabble

WC: 1.2

Summary: ...I honestly can't pretend this has a plot. I scrambled today. Reader cooking dinner for Kihyun.

Romantic Friday dinners out are overrated.

It’s crowded. Noisy. Parking is a godforsaken nightmare. And you’ve already spent all week waiting to stay up too late and binge television in your comfy clothes to waste it getting dressed to impress and regulating your alcohol intake so that you can make it home after.

Which isn’t to say that a departure from the hastily made, frequently frozen lunches and dinners you’ve been subsisting on isn’t welcome. Sunday may be meal-prep day, but cooking enough food for the week, providing enough variety for the week – you can only eat spaghetti (or spaghetti look-alikes) so many nights in a row – is a chore in and of itself.

Cooking regular meals during the week is far too much effort.

Which makes Friday nights an indulgence.

You can experiment on Friday nights. Drag out the cookbook and try something new, something involved, because you’re not managing three pans and three different meals at once. It’s a time to don an apron and dance in your socks to 80’s ladies’ rock, because Friday nights are for unwinding.

And tonight is extra special, because it’s the first time you’re cooking for Kihyun. The first time he gets to properly see you in your natural habitat.

Cooking is its own love language.

Far more than food being the way to anyone’s stomach, being willing to cook an entire meal for another person, to cook extra food without the intent to divide, freeze, and reheat, is an insane amount of effort. There’s a different level of intimacy, too, inviting someone into your home not just for a good time, but for romantic quality time; a light sampling of domesticity.

Which is a lot of words to say: Kihyun better be impressed, because you were pulling out all the stops tonight. Light on the dinner, because he wasn’t used to so much western food, so you’d found a hybrid recipe for kalbi, careful not to cook anything too spicy. Wouldn’t want to interfere with dessert, which – as far as you’re concerned – is the most important part of the meal, anyway.

And of course, there’s the knock at your door. He’s early, because he’s Kihyun, but you’ve learned that by now, and it’s no surprise.

A quick word to Alexa turns the music down to a socially acceptable level before you open the door. He’s dressed for conquest, jeans and a colorful button-up topped with glasses, and even though you should probably be immune to his charms by now, it still sends a thrill to the teenager inside.

“Good timing.” You greet with a smile and a peck on the cheek. “Dinner’s almost ready.” He slides his shoes off and follows you back to the kitchen, where a bottle of red wine magically manifests from his bag.

He hands it over sheepishly. “I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but last time you mentioned you weren’t a huge fan of red wine.” He shrugs and settles back against the counter.

You’re checking on the sauce, an extra stir because this one tends to stick, but it doesn’t keep you from throwing him the side-eye.

“I thought you might like this one.” The label is attractive enough, classical and very Italian. You forgive it for being a red, willing to take a chance on Kihyun’s recommendation.

The atmosphere is relaxed and comfortable, even without mood lighting and jazz, and he can’t help but regard you fondly as you flit back and forth from the stove, grabbing dishes and utensils. The unconscious twirl in the middle doesn’t go unnoticed, either, and it’s evident that you’re having fun.

Dinner is even better when you’re not eating it alone. It doesn’t hurt that your table is small, and afterwards Kihyun takes your hand without even seeming to realize it, brushing your knuckles with his thumb absently, just because it was there – and the conversation flows so seamlessly it’s a wonder you two even noticed dinner was over, at ease without concern for a waiter’s attention, or someone else’s reservation.

Eventually, you decide it’s time for your favorite part of the meal.

“If you haven’t left room for dessert, you should tell me now. I can run next door for my second stomach.” You take the dishes back to the kitchen with a wink – dinner was filling, and neither of you were used to eating desserts regularly – and return with two small ramekins and a blow torch, waiting expectantly for his reaction.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every semi-functional adult be in possession of at least one sexy kitchen gadget.

For some people, it’s an airfryer - crispy, crunchy, low-fat deliciousness straight out of your kitchen.

For others, it’s a set of well-made, blissfully sharpened knives that glide effortlessly through skin, bone, and absurdly tough-skinned vegetables.

For you, it’s all about the blow torch.

It didn’t matter that you only used it once a year, or that you’d only bought it so you could say you owned a blow torch, that you learned to make crème brulee after the fact. It was the thought that counted, and who didn’t want to wow their guests with a mere $25 Amazon purchase? You could confess later.

His reaction doesn’t disappoint. He looks at you like he’s discovered his new favorite fun fact, grinning like a mischievous kid.

“You own a blow torch?”

“I do.” You say solemnly. “And because I like you, I’ll even let you have the honors.” Saying it is one thing, but you hand over the torch with a pang of regret, pointing out the safety toggle and the gas adjustment slide. It was similar to an electric lighter, not that he’d had much cause to use those, but awkward to handle.

That’s what you get for the $25 version.

He should start slow, keep the flame low until he gets a feel for the melting of the sugar, knows what to look for, and you mean to tell him, really, but like anyone handed a miniature flamethrower, he’s off enthusiastically enabling his internal pyro before you can provide any guidance.

He scorches the entire thing.

You try not to laugh, because he looks so despondent afterwards, like he’d ruined dessert by burning some sugar, and all it takes is a quick flick of nail and you’ve peeled off the burnt layer.

“Try again?”

This time, you manage to give some instruction. He’s a quick learner, and it’s hard not to be jealous of the even glaze he creates in a few more tries. A gentle tap with the back of a spoon and it clacks without sticking or breaking, and you nudge him.

“This is perfect…but I won’t tell if you don’t.”

The novelty eventually wears thin enough that eating dessert is more appealing than playing with it. Kihyun is gentleman enough to let you brulee your own, a small reunion with your favorite kitchen toy. Afterwards you settle together on the couch for a movie, dessert in one hand, wine in the other.

And he's right. The wine's not half bad.

It’s not the most romantic date you’ve ever had, not the first time Kihyun’s spent the night... but it’s hard to complain when it feels so good, so right, to have him at your side, eating too much food, too much dessert; getting wine drunk to bad television and falling asleep together.

Then again…maybe the romance is in the who, and not the what, and maybe this is the most romantic date you’ve ever had. Maybe it’s just Kihyun.

Valentine's Trope: Romantic Dinner...gone right?

#monsta x reader #monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfic #yoo kihyun #yoo kihyun x reader

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lunetual · 1 year

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♡ HAPPY CHANGKYUN DAY ♡ happy happy birthday to monsta x’s forever maknae, who despite turning 27 years old and fully being an adult, is still undoubtedly regarded by his hyungs as not-quite-grown-up yet. wishing him a lovely day and an even lovelier year as he so very much deserves!!

quick cc note: hehe here we goooo! buckle in we’re in for a long ride etc. you’re all used to this by now! changkyun is so very dear to me in such a specific way where i can’t think about him for too long or i’m at risk of crying. you know? he occupies such a particular place within the group and in my heart.

i definitely don’t claim to know what’s going on behind the scenes or pretend to exactly understand anyone’s state of mind except my own... but doesn’t changkyun seem lighter these days? i think in general changkyun loves the stage and loves music, and you can always tell that. he’s always been happy when he’s out there under the stage lights all mic’d up. but this past promotional period he has seemed so relaxed and happy and comfortable like he has been GLOWING!! that impossibly charming silliness that sometimes shows itself has been spilling out of him!!! and it makes me so so happy because he deserves that! like doesn’t it do your heart good to see him thriving!!

i have such a soft spot for him for a myriad of reasons but one of them is that it’s because i know that so much of this job kind of goes. against his instincts?? alkf;alsk. changkyun is by nature, so reserved a lot of the time and a lot of an idol’s job requires you to have your on switch flipped at all times. he himself has talked about it, how it doesn’t seem like a job suited for him and yet... it IS his job and it DOES suit him. and in a lot of ways, i think how introverted he is helps at his job, in that he is able to expend his energy when needed and ride that high, and then knows how to regroup and recover within himself. he’s talked about the come down from the rush of being on stage and how it’s a peculiar and acute loneliness, and how actually, he doesn’t mind it. that it’s something that you need to feel.

changkyun is just so thoughtful and introspective. i think he’d be such a good conversation partner. from now on when people ask that icebreaker question that’s like. which three people dead or alive would you want to have dinner with... i’m naming changkyun as one of the answers. i really admire the way that he can sit with his emotions and acknowledge them, and at the same time, the way that he’s like. fake it til you make it!!! like. so true king. me too. sometimes you just have to keep telling yourself that you’re fine and you just keep saying it and keep saying it until it’s true.

he’s a bundle of contradictions. he gives off this cool and fierce image while being so, so sweet to the bone, the group’s resident romantic. he quietly watches his groups antics from the side except for when his goofy sense of humor bursts out of him. he cares fiercely, so fiercely about what his people think of him — and nothing at all for his naysayers’ words. he’s incredibly introverted but loves standing in front of the crowd under the spotlight. :):

i think all the time about how changkyun really maintains a strong sense of self in an industry where it can be really hard, really brutal to do so. here are the things that stand out to me, especially: he is considerate of others, and endlessly patient with those he cares about. (thinking of: him sleeping in his studio for kihyun’s solo debut to make sure he didn’t disturb the sparse amount of sleep kihyun was getting. the way he always indulges hyungwon when hyungwon asks him to check his eyes.) he was raised with an appreciation for music and art and it shows so clearly in his identity as an artist. and along with that, growing up in a few different countries when he was younger gave him maybe a more international mindset than he would have had otherwise. he is honest in his music. he knows his worth and will make the decision that’s best for him, even when those decisions may not come easily.

i’m so excited for the future for him. like changkyun, i also believe that good times and bad times must both exist, and that one will naturally follow the other. but i hope that for him the good times always last longer than the bad ones, and that inner light that’s been shining from him keeps on dazzling us all.

im changkyun!!! i admire who you choose to be every day!! i’m really proud of you and the way you’ve had your cake and eaten it too, leaving the company and staying committed to the group and the members you love so much. i can’t wait for your solo ventures to come, i can’t wait for the group activities to come, i just can’t wait to see what comes next. this year i hope you stay happy, stay smiling. i hope you keep on betting on yourself, because you will never, never lose when you do. with all the love and support, always. rooting for you, cheering for you. with you every step of the way.

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k-llama-llama · 3 years

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Leader Card

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Shownu rarely tries to pull the leader card...but when he does...

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“Okay, so Pandora is practicing at 6:30, Monsta X at 7:00?” Zoey confirmed, looking over the schedule taped to the door of the greenroom.

“And Seventeen at 7:30.” Seungcheol looked over her shoulder.

“Ohh, is the schedule up?” Tori came into the room, veering away from Felix, who’s arm she’d been on, to come over and look. “Urgh, Stray Kids doesn’t go until 8:00. That sucks.”

“Hey, you still get wardrobe, tech runs and the security briefing before that.” Zoey smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“You make it sound so fun.” Tori said sarcastically, walking away.

“Where are the guys?” Seungcheol asked, resting his elbow on Zoey’s shoulder.

“With your children, I presume.” Zoey sighed, turning away from the schedule to go towards the couch. “You haven’t kept an eye on them?”

“I was distracted.” He glanced downwards, his eyes drifting towards the skin exposed by her crop top.

“I’ve been told I can be very distracting.” Zoey grinned, leaning forward to kiss him.

“Stop it.” Kihyun’s voice interrupted. “You’re in public.”

“They’re in love!” Tori exclaimed, before bowing quickly. “Sunbaenim.”

“Don’t show him any respect, Tor.” Zoey shook her head, taking a seat and pulling Seungcheol down next to her. “He doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’ll I’m asking is to avoid seeing you two making out.” Kihyun shrugged. “That doesn’t seem like too much.”

“Who’s making out?” Seungkwan walked into the room, leading the rest of Seventeen and Monsta X. “Hey, Boo.”

“Hey, Boo.” Zoey held up a hand for him to high-five. Seungcheol snorted. It didn’t matter how close him and Zoey got, he could never get between her weird friendship with Seungkwan.

“You saw the schedule, Zo?” Shownu asked, tapping her shoulder as he walked by.

“Yes, Sir.” She playfully saluted. The room was instantly more crowded than it had been before, but considering it was all friends, she didn’t mind too much.

“Pandora for a tech run-through!” A staff member shouted into the room.

Zoey sighed, untangling herself from her boyfriend and stretching. “That’s our cue, Tor.”

“The others will meet us there.” Tori held up her phone. “We should-“

“Monsta X for a security brief!”

“Okay, let’s-“ Shownu and Zoey made eye contact as they both came to the same realization.

“We have a schedule.” Shownu said.

“Right. Which says I have a tech run-through right now.” Zoey nodded. “So, I have to go.”

Shownu blinked, before he straightened his shoulders. It was so subtle a shift that only Monsta X would have noticed it. Shownu wasn’t one to pull the leader card, but when he did, they knew that they were supposed to listen.

“It’s a security briefing, you know how important that it.” Shownu said.

“It’s a tech run-through.” Zoey repeated. “We need to know what our lights, mics and effects are doing.”

“Yah, we can always fill her in later.” Minhyuk said with an awkward laugh. The rest of the room had fallen silent, focused on the rare confrontation in front of them.

“It’s…it’s a priority.” Shownu sighed. Obviously he was reluctant to pick a fight with Zoey, but he wasn’t going to back down.

“So is Pandora’s rehearsal.” Zoey gave him a tight smile.

“Is Monsta X not a priority?” Shownu asked.

Zoey scoffed. “Yah, what do you think you’re doing right now?”

Shownu looked at the ceiling, as if hoping the answers would be hiding somewhere up there.

“You’re here as a member of Monsta X.” He finally said. “You have to come to our schedules.”

Zoey crossed her arms. “I’m here as the leader of Pandora, too. So I have to be at our rehearsal.”

“It’s not up for negotiation, Zo.”

“No, I’m telling you that this isn’t up for negotiation. Back off.” She snapped.

“Yah!” Shownu shouted. “I’m the leader and I’m telling you to listen!”

A lot of things happened at once.

All of Monsta X visibly recoiled. Shownu and Zoey had only ever been in a handful of fights since debut, and it never ended well for anyone. Shownu only picked a fight when he really thought he was right, and Zoey never backed down when someone challenged her. It was always a messy situation.

Seventeen all looked shocked, and Tori grabbed Dino’s arm in surprise.

Zoey barely moved, the shifting of her weight to her backfoot the only sign that she was surprised that Shownu had yelled at her.

Seungcheol was on his feet in a second. He knew Zoey could handle herself, and the intelligent part of his brain was telling him to avoid getting in between the two of them. But he didn’t appreciate anyone yelling at his girlfriend.

“Watch it.” He said in a warning tone. “Don’t yell at her or I’ll-“

“You’re the leader?” Zoey interrupted him, glaring at Shownu. “You’re seriously going to try that?”

Shownu’s jaw clenched. “Zo, I’m not kidding.”

“Don’t you ‘Zo’ me.” Zoey frowned. “I have never missed a practice, schedule or meeting except for when I was literally in the hospital. So when I tell you that I’m not coming to a meeting, I mean it.”

“What if it’s important? You can’t expect us to fill you in.”

“Sure I can. I’d do it for you.” Zoey smirked. “Care to reconsider your argument?”

“No.”

“Fine, then. Let’s try this.” She took a step forward, and Changkyun actually hissed in fear. “You can pull the leader card any time, when it’s just our group. But if you try to do it when I have other responsibilities, or in front of our friends, you have another thing coming.”

“Zoey, I-“

“I have made a commitment to my group, as their leader, something I’m sure you understand. So no, I’m not backing out. I think I can miss a thirty minute security briefing, considering I’ll have to do the same on in an hour with Pandora. If you actually thought that yelling at me in front of everyone we know was the way to get what you want, you clearly don’t know me that well.”

Shownu sighed, and everyone braced themselves.

“You done?”

“Sure.”

Shownu rolled his eyes. “I’m not apologizing. But if Minhyuk wants to fill you in, he can.”

“I can do that.” Minhyuk squeaked.

“Great.” Zoey placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not going to apologize either. Come on, Tori.”

“We’re talking about this later!” Shownu called as she stormed out of the room, grabbing Tori by the arm.

“It’s your funeral.” She was gone.

The entire room let out a breath.

“You seriously decided to pick a fight with her when she’s wearing four-inch stilettos and just got her nails done?” Jooheon demanded. “She’s literally wearing knives.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.” Shownu sighed, before his gaze settled on Seungcheol. “You.”

“What?” Seungcheol started backing away.

“What were you going to do if I yelled at her? Were you actually threatening me?” The words were confrontational, but Shownu was smiling.

“I mean…” Seungcheol shrugged. “My girlfriend….her groupmate….it didn’t seem like a difficult choice.”

“He’d beat you up.” Seungkwan pointed out.

“So would Zoey.”

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obligatoryidolblog · 3 years

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Sleepwalking Past Hope (Hyungwon - Monsta X) Part 1

Genre: Miniseries with themes of angst and smut

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon/Female Reader Insert

Warnings: sexual themes, alcohol abuse, not nice behavior

Summary: Hyungwon finds solace in the warm embrace of alcohol after Wonho is forced to leave Monsta X, until finding another embrace. But is it as warm?

A/N: This came to me in a dream and I had to bang it out. First part is stupid hella long. Should post the following parts over the next few days. Total of 5 parts.

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Hyungwon entered the bar without his usual bravado. The night’s show had been a success, but it almost felt like a betrayal. The group’s first show without Wonho…

Sliding onto a barstool and taking the beer passed to him, he told himself that Wonho would kick his ass for thinking this way. Wonho would be proud of the concert Monsta X had put on. He could see the smiling face of his friend as he lifted the bottle to his lips. But no matter how large the crowd, no matter how good they sounded… it wasn’t the same.

Without Wonho on that stage, it wasn’t the group Hyungwon had joined. Looking down into the dark brown bottle gripped in his hand, he took a deep breath. This tour wasn’t right. They had to go on, for the fans, and for Wonho, but it hurt to turn around as he performed and find his place empty. His teeth grinding together, Hyungwon stood and made his way to a dim corner of the bar, ignoring the calls from his bandmates.

He shared a look with Jooheon as he slid into the dark booth. The rapper nodded and turned back to the group he was amusing. They all felt it, Hyungwon knew, but tonight he couldn’t be the idol. Tonight he missed a friend. A brother. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and let the alcohol warm him.

In the past he would have been at a table with the group, laughingly reliving the night, riding the high of performing. Perhaps even his girlfriend would be by his side. But that was just another thing that had fallen to the wayside after Wonho’s exodus from the group. Anger flashed through him, and he gripped the bottle tighter.

His girlfriend… though he supposed he should start calling her his ex… just hadn’t understood. Of course she had cared for Wonho in a way, but she had grown weary of Hyungwon’s shifting tempers as he dealt with missing his friend. It still tore at him to think of her leaving, telling him that she couldn’t live with his moodiness, his fits of depression, his drinking. Brow wrinkling, he took a deep drink of the beer in his hand. She’d known who he was when she got with him. But perhaps his bank account and status had been all she had seen.

Sighing, he let the bottle fall to the table with a thunk. This celebration around him wasn’t what he wanted. With a heavy inhalation, he lifted the bottle once more and drained it. Opening his eyes, he looked for a waitress, motioning to the woman behind the counter for two more beers. Tonight he wanted nothing more than to lose himself to drink and memories.

***

You laughed, patting Kihyun on the back and turning towards the one member of the band that you hadn’t spoken to. Hyungwon had been sitting in a booth alone for the entire night, shunning any attention and slowly drinking himself into oblivion. You knew that tonight had been hard on the entire group, but the rest of them seemed to be celebrating the new career of their lost member. Hyungwon was the only one who seemed to be unable to join the merriment.

Nodding to Shownu as you made your way over to the dark corner, you studied the idol. Slumped over, his latest beer tipping dangerously close to spilling into his lap, he looked as if he wouldn’t last much longer. His handsome face was drawn tight, his eyes closed. You sympathized. You were no stranger to having people forced out of your life. Slowly, you approached, making as much noise as you could, so as not to startle him.

***

Hyungwon heard someone drawing near, a feminine noise of a throat clearing. Fuck, he didn’t want to deal with a fan right now. Groaning, he opened his eyes and brought into focus a woman. Great. He didn’t need this shit right now.

She stopped next to his table, looking down at him, then slid into the seat across from him. Feeling a grimace spread across his face, he took a breath, readying himself to tell her to go away. Before he could speak, she leaned across the table, propping her chin in her hands and studying him.

“You should lay off,” she said, her eyes flicking to the beer he was gripping loosely.

Sneering, he replied in a slur, “None of your business.”

Raising an eyebrow, she leaned back, shooting back, “No, it isn’t, but I’d hate to see you give yourself alcohol poisoning. And I don’t think Wonho would like it much either.”

Rage washed over Hyungwon, and he slammed his beer to the tabletop, growling, “What the fuck would you know about it?”

The woman’s jaw set, her eyes narrowing. Damn her, why couldn’t she just go and leave him in peace?

“I know that Wonho loves you like a brother, and he doesn’t want you guys to give up without him,” she stated, folding her arms across her chest. “And I also know him well enough to know he would never be a belligerent ass to someone who was just trying to help.”

With that she stood, her face tinted with flames of anger. She turned to walk away, and Hyungwon pulled himself to his feet. This bitch dared to tell him who Wonho is? What the fuck would a groupie know about anything? Where did she get off dictating to him how he should feel? With a frustrated growl, he swayed, stumbling after her retreating back, intent upon giving her a piece of his mind.

***

You stormed to your car, digging your keys from your bag. You should have just let him be. If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that there was no talking to a drunk. If he was determined to try to act like Wonho had died as opposed to leaving the group, then fine. Let him drink himself away.

Your heart constricted in your chest. You didn’t want to see that happen. You’d always had a soft spot for the handsome idol. But no way would you sit there and let him speak to you that way, drunk or not. Anger and deep sadness warred within you as you stopped next to the driver’s side of your car.

Just as you were moving to open the door, you heard a sound behind you. Turning, you found the man making his weaving way towards you. Steeling yourself, you knew that your temper was going to get the best of you.

***

Hyungwon spotted the damned woman and tried to walk a straight line to her. Her figure turned towards him, and he saw matching irritation cover her features.

“Hey,” he said, stopping before her, “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she ran her eyes over his body, replying in a hiss, “I’m someone who you really don’t want to piss off. And I’m someone who just wants the best for you, so I suggest you get back in that bar, find a ride to the hotel, and sleep that shit off before you say something you’ll regret.”

Hyungwon felt his eyes widen, the fog in his mind clearing a bit as his fury doubled.

“Where do you get off telling me what to do? You think you can just butt into my business,” he spat, pointing an accusing finger at her, tipping forward slightly before righting himself.

Flames of anger lit the depths of her eyes, and it only fueled his own ire. Deep down, some sober part of his subconscious was telling him that she was completely right, but the rest of him was happy to have an outlet for the storm of emotion within him. He’d held so much back, internalized so many feelings, and she had just set herself up to be his whipping girl. Burying the small voice saying that he would regret this, he let loose again before she could say anything, his finger still jabbing in her direction.

“You have no right to tell me what to feel. You don’t know me. You don’t know Wonho. And you sure as fuck don’t get to tell me when to stop drinking. So why don’t you just get in your fucking car and stop being a bitch?” he hurled.

Out of nowhere, her hand shot out, gripping the finger he was pointing in her direction as wild wrath filled her features.

“First of all,” she seethed, her tone only infuriating him further, “Didn’t your mom ever teach you that it’s rude to point? And second of all, don’t you dare call me a bitch. I’m trying to help you, even if you are a drunk bastard.”

Releasing his finger, she stepped closer, placing her face inches from his as she sneered, “Sober up, Hyungwon. And remember this, because I sure as fuck will.”

As he tried to comprehend what the hell that parting shot meant, she turned and flung her car door open, sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door. As she sped away, he stumbled back to lean against the truck behind him. Just as his head began to spin, trying to control himself, the door to the bar opened and Changkyun stepped out, looking around for him. Spotting him, he strode over.

“Hey, did you just follow _____ outside?” Changkyun asked, pulling his friend straight as Hyungwon slid sideways on the truck.

“Is that the bitch’s name?” he slurred, still looking after the car that was rounding a corner.

Changkyun looked at him for a moment, his eyes widening, then groaned, lifting Hyungwon with an arm around his waist and hauling him towards the bar, saying, “Aw, shit, man, what did you just do?”

***

The next morning came far too early and far too bright for Hyungwon. He let loose a long string of curse words as the curtains to his room were thrown back, bright sunlight piercing his closed eyes. Rolling to his stomach and burying his face in the pillow, he heard Shownu laugh from the corner of the room.

“Get your ass up, dude. Interview before tonight’s show. Go get a shower. You reek,” Shownu said, causing Hyungwon to blindly throw a pillow in his direction.

With another laugh, Shownu grabbed the end of the sheet covering Hyungwon’s nude body and yanked.

“Come on, you already fucked us over enough last night. You aren’t going to go to this interview smelling like a urinal,” he added, smacking the tossed pillow over Hyungwon’s bare ass.

With a groan, Hyungwon rolled over, cracking one eye open and asking in a voice roughened by drink, “What the fuck you mean I fucked us over?”

Dramatically slapping a hand over his eyes, Shownu retorted, “Come on, man, I didn’t need to see that side of you. Cover the cock. And you’ll find out soon enough. Get cleaned up and get to the bus. She’s meeting us there.”

“She?” Hyungwon asked, sitting up and scrubbing at his eyes.

Backing blindly towards the door, hand still covering his eyes, Shownu replied, “You’ll see. Hurry the fuck up, we don’t have all day.”

As the door closed behind the singer, Hyungwon ran his hands through his sweaty hair, waiting for the throb in his head to subside. What had he done the night before? It was all a blur after he had secluded himself. He vaguely remembered being in the parking lot, filled with pain and anger, but he couldn’t grasp any of the details. Sighing, he shoved himself to his feet.

He supposed he’d find out soon enough, and if he knew his bandmates, he’d never hear the end of it.

***

Stretching, Hyungwon sauntered across the parking lot to the bus, wishing the pain killers he’d popped before his shower would kick in. As he reached the door of the bus, knocking for entrance, he tried once more to remember what in hell he’d done the night before to get himself in trouble. Shaking his head, he just couldn’t pull the memories from the fog.

The door slid open, and he stepped on the bus, looking around. The group was congregated in the living area, and a female figure was turned away from him, bent over a laptop. His eyes were drawn to the ass on display, and he dragged them down over the shapely legs beneath. Raising an eyebrow, he found that the pain in his head was suddenly not as distracting.

“There you are,” Jooheon said, leaning back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “About fucking time.”

Hyungwon nodded to him, walking closer as the woman straightened and turned. He had a moment to appreciate her body as it turned, then her features, before her lips pressed into a straight line and her eyes narrowed at him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. The interviewer was looking at him as if he’d kicked her puppy. Quickly he scanned his memory, wondering if he’d been interviewed by this woman before.

But he already knew he hadn’t… he would have remembered this woman. She tugged at all the right parts of his libido. Giving her a tentative smile, he sat next to Changkyun.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, glancing around at the rest of the band before his eyes were drawn back to the sexy interviewer once more.

Lip curling, she sat, replying, “Perfectly understandable after the night you had.”

Hyungwon felt his brow knit. How did she know about his bender the night before? Fuck, had she been there? Chewing the inside of his lower lip, he studied her closer. Had this woman witnessed his drunken stupor?

Shit.

***

You hit the button to start the voice recorder you had just been cueing on your laptop, then flipped open your notepad. You just wanted to get this interview over with. All the excitement for finally getting to talk to a group that you love was gone, washed away in your anger and hurt from the night before. And Hyungwon was acting as if nothing had happened. You supposed it was lost to the alcohol haze.

Lucky him. You would never forget. Chae Hyungwon had been a man you had wanted to meet for so long, and that meeting had been ruined by his lack of control. Raising your eyes, you tried to keep your gaze cool, but you could feel the anger in your eyes. You looked at the man in question, taking in the striking features, the lanky body. How sad that such a man could be such an ass.

After meeting so many idols in your long career, you should have expected it, but somehow you had hoped Hyungwon would be different. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head at yourself. You should know better than to have pedestals anymore. Looking up again, You began the interview, shooting one last glare at Hyungwon before turning a softer look to Minhyuk.

The rest of the band had been more than congenial. But was that because they knew your reputation? For the first time, you felt the longing to once more be just a simple fan, not the pit viper music journalist you had come to be known as. Would you have been treated differently then?

***

Hyungwon shifted uncomfortably through the entire interview, growing ever more worried. The woman, _____, pointedly asked him the harsh questions, then turned smiles to his bandmates with tossed off fluff questions. What the hell had he done to her to cause her to hate him so obviously?

Finally she closed the notepad, then clicked a button on her laptop. Turning to the guys, she smiled, her eyes skirting around him. Dammit, what could he do to have that smile directed at him? Life just wasn’t fair.

“Thank you for your time. I’ll be sending a copy of the interview to you guys before press time for approval,” she said, standing and turning to gather her belongings.

The rest of the guys stood and approached to shake her hand, thanking her. Hyungwon hung back, waiting to be the last to speak to her. He had to know what he’d done. As Shownu walked past him, he shot a warning look his way then exited the bus.

Stepping forward, Hyungwon cleared his throat, then said, “Did… did I do something to piss you off?”

Turning slowly, her eyes narrowed again, and she replied, “You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”

Groaning, he looked down, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. So she had been there. Fuck. What had he done?

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what I did, but I was drunk…” he began, only to be cut off.

“Yes you were. You were a drunk fucking asshole,” she growled, hitching her laptop bag onto her shoulder and shoving past him to the door of the bus.

“Wait!” he called, grabbing her arm in an attempt to stop her, but she shook him off, turning a furious snarl to him.

“Go to hell, Hyungwon. I told you I wouldn’t forget, and sweet talking me won’t change that,” she stated in a harsh whisper before spinning and rushing off the bus.

For a moment, Hyungwon could do nothing but stand in shocked silence. He must have fucked up royally the night before. And as Changkyun’s head appeared at the door to the bus, he had a feeling he was about to find out just how he had done that.

“What the fuck did you say to her this time, man?” Changkyun charged, flinging his hands out in frustration.

Running his hands through his hair, Hyungwon shot back in frustration, “I don’t know! I was just trying to find out why the hell she was so pissed at me!”

Changkyun paused, then groaned, dropping to a seat and pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“You don’t remember last night?” he asked in a resigned voice.

Propping his hands on his hips, Hyungwon charged, “No! Man, I was fucking gone; why is everyone so surprised that I can’t remember anything?”

Leaning back, Changkyun ran his hands down his face, looking up for a moment, then replying, “Dude, she tried to get you to stop drinking. You were an ass to her. You followed her out to her car and called her names. Do you realize what sort of pull she has in the industry?”

As those words sank in, Hyungwon’s arms fell limp to his side, his shoulders sagging. Dim memories began to float to the surface, filling him with shame. Fucking hell, no wonder she…

Spinning on his heel, he ran out, searching the parking lot frantically for her.

***

You flung your laptop case into the backseat of your car rather harder than necessary, then paused. Sighing, you laid your arm on the roof of the car, dropping your head to it. You should have given the interview to someone else after last night. You couldn’t help but be biased now. But damn it, you had wanted this interview for years.

Straightening with a long exhalation, you slowly stepped back to slam the door. Just as you were turning to the driver door, you heard footsteps rushing up behind you. Stiffening, you turned. You should have known.

“You come to call me a bitch again?” you asked, pinning a harsh stare on Hyungwon as he skidded to a halt before you.

Shaking his head quickly, he held his hands up, saying quickly, ��I am so sorry for that. Please, just give me a chance to…”

“To what? Be a dick to me some more?” you asked, storming forward to glare directly up into his eyes. “I was trying to be nice to you, Hyungwon. I just didn’t want to see you drink yourself sick. And you treated me like crap for it. If that’s the sort of man you are, then you get no chances.”

You moved to step back, but his hands shot out, gripping your shoulders tightly, holding you in place as his eyes widened.

“Stop, _____! Just listen to me, okay?” he said in apparent desperation.

Trying to jerk away, you spat, “What can you say to me after that? Just give it up, Hyungwon. Don’t worry, I won’t put it in my article. It would be unprofessional. So stop trying to save face.”

He yanked you closer, the front of your body pressed against his as he said, “Dammit, _____, listen! I’m trying to apologize. I don’t care about saving face, okay?”

Taking a deep breath, he loosened his grip on your shoulders, rubbing his hands soothingly over the skin he had just been clenching tightly. Your mind reeled, unable to come up with a response through the mélange of shock, fury, and several other unnamable emotions rushing through you.

“I am very sorry for what I said to you,” he went on, his tone softer. “I know I can’t excuse treating you that way, but I was wasted, _____, and last night without Wonho…”

Sighing, he looked down, and you gently extracted yourself from his hands. They felt far too good on your shoulders for your peace of mind. And his words confused you, pulled you from the righteous anger that you held so tight to yourself.

“It was just a rough night, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry. If you’ll just…,” huffing, he dropped his hands, then stuck his right one out towards you in offering. “Can we start over? Hi, you can call me Hyungwon. And you are?”

Looking down at his hand, you blinked, your mind trying to catch up to the situation. A part of you understood his predicament, but another part of you was screeching warning bells, telling you that he was currently unstable, he would do the same thing again. Shaking your head, you looked up, seeing the pleading on his face. Damn that soft spot, it still had room for him.

Taking his hand, you tugged up one corner of your mouth in a wry smile and said, “I’m _____. Nice to meet you, Hyungwon. I’ve been a fan for a long time.”

***

Hyungwon felt his face redden at her words, and he kept her hand in his. Feeling an unaccustomed shy smile curl his lips, he looked down, then pulled on a confident grin, looking back at her.

“Well, _____, allow me to take a fan to breakfast. I need some hangover food,” he said, turning so that he stood behind her, tucking her hand into the crook of his arm and leading her to the small diner next to the hotel. “You see, I was a total dumbass last night and got way too drunk.”

She resisted at first, saying, “I dunno, I have to go write this article…” but he won out in the end, pulling her across the parking lot.

After they had been seated, she looked across the table at him, suspicion still evident in her eyes. Grinning, he lifted the menu that was sat before him and cocked an eyebrow at hers, motioning for her to look at it. Narrowing her eyes, she studied him for a moment, then slowly lifted the menu.

The waitress finally took their orders, and when she was gone, Hyungwon folded his hands on the table and leaned forward, taking in the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He knew that she still was unhappy with him, but he would take all steps necessary to put a stop to that. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted her to like him. Maybe he was feeling the loss of his girlfriend more acutely, maybe he was just lonely in general. Either way, he wasn’t going to let her walk away mad at him forever.

Just as he was opening his mouth to speak, she pressed her lips together then asked, “Why are you doing this? I get it, you were upset last night. You don’t have to try to win my favor.”

Blinking, he sat back, then shrugged. He could do nothing but answer as honestly as he could.

“I’m not really sure. I just … want to talk to you. I’m not the guy you talked to last night. Yeah, I was upset. It was our first show since… well, you know that. But I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. You were right, Wonho would have smacked me if he saw that,” he said, looking down at his hands.

Pursing her lips, she replied, “Remembering that, are you?”

Pulling his lips into an apologetic grin he nodded to her, saying, “Yeah. I know I was an ass, and there’s no way to take it back. But … hell, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to anyone about this stuff outside the guys and my gi-… my ex.”

Her smirk faded, and she reached across the table to pat his hand, asking, “How long has it been since she left?”

Looking up slowly, he had to ask, “This is all off the record, right?”

Rolling her eyes, she held her hands up, answering, “I may be a reporter, but I’m not a bitch, Hyungwon. Of course it’s off the record.”

Nodding once more, he gave her an apologetic smile then went on, “It’s been two months. She said she just couldn’t take it anymore. I was drinking a lot…”

“Imagine that,” she added wryly.

Giving her a grudging smile, he continued, “I was depressed a lot, and I took it out on her. I know, I know, ‘imagine that.’ But she just left me high and dry. The guys understand, of course, but… well, I don’t take to change well. I am still trying to accept that Wonho isn’t part of us anymore.”

Gently, she took his hands in her own, and he felt his heart warm towards her.

“I understand that, Hyungwon. I’m not good with change either, especially when it affects my friends or family. But drinking yourself stupid isn’t going to help,” she said slowly, meeting his eyes, showing him that she wasn’t trying to castigate him. “It won’t change the fact that he is solo now, it’ll only push the people you have left away.”

Grimacing, he nodded his agreement, and their moment was broken by the waitress bringing their food. They ate in silence, sharing looks across the table. Finally he pushed his plate aside, the hangover finally abated. She slowly lifted her napkin, dabbing at her mouth.

Looking askance at him, she asked, “What now?”

His eyes traveled over the parts of her body visible to him. He knew she felt uncomfortable with his scrutiny, but his admissions to her had forged a bond, and that only encouraged his admiration of her. He wanted this woman, and he had a feeling she knew it. But would she take his wanting in the wrong way? Would she think he had told her all these things simply to get closer to her?

Hell, had he done that? He wasn’t sure himself.

***

You shifted in your seat, waiting for Hyungwon to answer. You had a feeling he was going to make a pass at you, and you weren't entirely sure how you felt about that. The man had been a passing crush of yours off and on over the years, but this wasn’t a picture on a screen or a face in a video. This was the real man, and he was human. Fallible. Imperfect. Would it ruin the fantasy to go any further? He’d already toppled his pedestal. How much farther could he fall if you allowed him closer?

“Are you coming to the show tonight?” his voice interrupted your musings.

Nodding, you watched his face, waiting for it…

“You have a press pass, right? I’ll see you backstage?” he went on, his face carefully devoid of emotion.

Taking another breath, you nodded once more.

Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out money and tossed it on the table, uncounted, then stood, offering her his hand and saying, “Well, then, you go write that article, and I’ll see you tonight. And no drinking, I promise.”

A nervous laugh escaped as you allowed him to help you to your feet. You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t try to decipher what was going on in his head. You would focus on the article, and when tonight came… you’d worry about that then.

***

Hyungwon watched her drive off, then turned back to the bus, already running and ready to head to the venue. Rushing on board, he nearly ran into Jooheon.

“You make nice with the hard ass reporter?” the rapper asked, raising an eyebrow.

Giving him a half smile, Hyungwon flung himself to a seat, shooting back, “Yes. And she isn’t such a hard ass. She’s kinda cute.”

“Aw hell,” Minhyuk said, his eyes still glued to the video game he was playing, “Don’t tell me you’re hot for the reporter. That woman is one of the most influential music critics in the world. You get on her bad side and we’re done for.”

Chuckling, Hyungwon lifted his headphones, settling them around his neck, and picking up the other game controller, retorting, “I was already on her bad side. And now I’m not. At least I think I’m not.”

“Make damn sure you aren’t,” Kihyun threw in, walking from the back of the bus. “She isn’t a groupie, man. You can’t fuck her.”

Raising an eyebrow, Hyungwon moved his fingers over the controller, muttering, “We’ll see about that.”

***

You made your way backstage, your nerves jumping. Hyungwon had seen you in the press pit at the show and flashed inviting smiles at you throughout the night. Part of you was jumping up and down in excitement, and another part was saying to keep the hell away. Hyungwon was wild. He was unpredictable. And most of all, he was an idol. You knew how they worked.

You had never slept with a musician, though there had been speculation throughout your career. Most of it was jealousy from lesser journalists, but you had been adamant that you wouldn’t be anyone’s toss off. You were around the industry enough to know how it worked. And that wasn’t you. You were sexually attracted to Hyungwon, of course, who wouldn’t be?

But wanting an idol was very different from having one. Once again you saw in your mind the figure of Hyungwon stumbling in the parking lot of the bar, hurling insults at you. You looked around at the fans grappling to get backstage. Fuck, this wasn’t going to happen.

Just as you were making up your mind to turn around and leave, you heard your name.

***

“_____!” Hyungwon called, pushing through the crowd.

She paused, and he saw the doubt on her face. Giving her his best grin, he made his way to her side, snaking an arm around her waist and pulling her to the more private area where the band was congregated after the hi-touch.

“Come on, the guys want to say hi,” he told her, feeling her tense slightly at the pressure of his arm around her.

Nodding, she followed him, looking around warily. He knew that they were being watched, but he didn’t care. Ever since leaving her in that parking lot at the hotel, he’d been unable to think of anything but her. Stopping with her, he grinned to the rest of his bandmates. Kihyun gave him a pointed look, then turned a grin to her.

“Hello again. You going to take a second bite at us?” he asked, extracting her from Hyungwon’s grasp and leading her to the couch between himself and Minhyuk.

“Just here to cover the show this time,” she replied as Hyungwon glared at his bandmates.

He knew they were trying to keep him away from her, but they couldn’t do it all night. He’d be damned if he was going to pass this chance up. She had reached some part of him that made a connection. He’d been bared before her, without any pretense, in his drunken stupor. She’d seen a side of him that few got to see. And she didn’t hate him for it.

Moving forward, he shoved Kihyun aside and took his seat next to her, tossing an arm over her shoulder, saying, “Well, I’m glad you’re here. You can see that I took your advice. No drinking.”

Wrinkling her nose, she snorted, “While I’m glad for that, I’d like you to take something else… a shower.”

Grinning playfully down at her, ignoring the warning looks of his bandmates, he leaned in closer, whispering, “Only if you come with me. I don’t want one of these guys sweeping you off before I get a chance to talk to you some more.”

He saw her face flame, and he pulled away a bit, knowing he was moving too fast, but there was a desperation running through his veins, a need to feel close to someone.

No, not someone. Her.

Taking a deep breath, he stood, needing to be alone with her, to feel her presence all to himself. It had been too long since he had felt this way. Ever since the whole issue with Wonho, Hyungwon had closed himself off. But she had got through to him, and he couldn’t lose that now. He needed her.

Holding a hand out, he begged her with his eyes, all the others forced from his mind, all the possible repercussions ignored. Slowly she met his eyes, reading them, then reached her hand out, allowing him to pull her to her feet. His eyes slipped closed in relief for a moment. She wouldn’t fight him.

***

You allowed Hyungwon to lead you out of the room, trying not to be aware of the people watching you both. The last thing either of you needed was for it to get around that you were fucking the recent interviewee. But the look in Hyungwon’s eyes as he had held that hand out to you… you knew that this wouldn’t be a throwaway fuck to him, even if you never spoke again afterwards.

He pulled you out of the crowded room and into a dark, empty hallway. As the door swung shut behind you, he paused, then turned to you. His hand came slowly up, stroking the wisps of hair in your face back, tucking them behind your ear.

“Thank you, _____,” he said softly.

You almost asked what for, but you knew. Hyungwon needed this, and you were going to give it to him. Everything he’d been through… you couldn’t deny him this bit of intimacy, even if you wanted to. But there was no denying to yourself, you wanted it just as bad as he did. You nodded at him, glancing up at his face, so close to yours.

Time slowed to a crawl as he leaned in closer, taking your lips in an exploring kiss that sent your head reeling. Without thinking, lost in the feel of his lips on yours, your hands raised to slide up his chest and over his shoulders. In return his arms encircled your waist, the fingers of one of his hands tracing up your spine to curl into the ends of your hair.

Finally you pulled away, struggling to regain your senses as he tugged gently on your hair and said, “There’s a shower in the dressing room…”

Looking up, you saw the same frantic pleading in his eyes. Nodding, you licked your lower lip, watching his eyes follow your tongue’s movement, his gaze sharpening with lust, mirrored by the tug in your nether regions.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, your hands cupping his jaw for a moment before stepping back.

***

Hyungwon bit back a groan as she stepped away, then turned to once more lead her towards the showers, one arm still slung around her waist, the hand venturing down to the curve of her ass, squeezing the inviting globes that had been driving him mad since he had first seen her bent over in the bus.

Kicking the door open to the dressing room, he snatched her into the room, pushing her up against the wall and accosting her mouth again, unable to stop himself, both his hands now on her ass, pressing her hips forwards, grinding his now-aching cock against her.

Her breath caught, then she melted into his ministrations once more. Groaning into the kiss, he blindly walked them back towards the small bathroom, his lips sliding down to her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse as he felt her hands tangle into his hair, tugging his mouth closer as he nipped at the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Once more he slammed her back to the wall as they reached the bathroom. Working his leg between hers, he rubbed up, pressing his thigh into the seam of her jeans, his lips devouring her neck, reveling in the cries she released for him. One of his hands slipped around her body, and he raised his head for a moment, turning to quickly flick on the hot water in the shower behind them.

Turning back, he saw the glazed look in her eyes, her lips reddened from his kisses. Cupping her jaw, he ran the calloused pad of his thumb over her lower lip, feeling her shiver as she pressed down on his leg. Fuck, she was so responsive. Slipping his hand back, he fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and leaned in to capture her lips, slipping his tongue in to dance with hers.

The hand not in her hair inched under the hem of her shirt, trailing the tips of his fingers across her skin as he slowly dragged them closer and closer to the cups of her bra. Feeling her back arch, he filled his palm with the yielding flesh encased in thin lace, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Breathing sped in both of them, and he pulled from her lips, resting his forehead against hers as he dragged his thumbnail over the hardened peak hidden in her bra.

She shuddered in his arms, and he licked his lips, the hand in her hair tightening. Pressing her tighter to the wall, he slipped his hand under the scrap of lace, her hot flesh smooth against his rough skin. Damn, he had imagined this all day, but this surpassed any of his imaginings. Letting his eyes slip closed for a moment, he simply stroked her breast, teasing the bud with his thumb, feeling her heartbeat under the skin.

“Hyungwon,” she gasped in a soft voice, her tone of need ripping a moan from him.

His eyes opened and he watched the pleasure play across her face. At that moment, he felt more at home, more right than he had in so long. He was glad that it was her he had turned to rather than some random fan. For once he had made the right decision. Even if she ended up hating him, reviled him in the press, or even worse… walked away from him… this moment would be saved in his memory forever as one of pure bliss.

“_____… you are amazing,” he mumbled, leaning in as he rucked her shirt up, raining kisses over her chest.

He tugged down the cup of her bra and replaced his thumb with his tongue. She arched against him, a sweet gasp sounding from her. After a moment of living in the taste of her skin he ripped himself away. She sagged against his leg, and he tugged his shirt off, then hers. His eyes devoured her bared skin as his fingers tripped around her ribcage.

Trying not to rush himself, he unfastened her bra, glancing up at her face, biting his lip at the vision of pleasure she made. Unhurriedly, he slid the straps from her shoulders, unable to look away as her flesh was bared for him. Sucking in a gasp, he dropped the bra, looking up at her flushed face as her eyes cut to the side.

Gripping her chin, he turned her eyes to his once more, murmuring, “So beautiful…”

She bit her lip, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss it free as his hands moved to lift her breasts, feeling a moment of regret that her silken skin was being subjected to the coarseness of his touch. But her soft sound of carnality told him that she didn’t mind. Gripping her flesh tighter, he dropped his kisses to her collarbone, nipping gently then working his mouth down to one of the peaks in his hand.

After a long moment of rolling his tongue across her nipple, he reluctantly pulled away again, stepping back. Heart racing, he watched her eyes open as he moved his hands to the button of her jeans. Waiting for her to stop him, he kneeled, working open the denim separating him from his goal. When her fingers laced into his hair again, he moaned, yanking her jeans down and leaning in to nuzzle her abdomen.

The scent of her arousal rose, making his erection jerk in his pants. She lifted her feet, one at a time, kicking off her shoes as he pulled the jeans from her body. Lowering his mouth, he teased himself and her, running his tongue over the scrap of silk covering her mound. His hands moved to hook into the waistband of her panties, sitting back and drawing them slowly down her thighs.

“Fuck,” he rasped out as her sex was bared to him.

His patience broke as he yanked the panties the rest of the way down, a gasp ringing from her parted lips. Jumping up, he shucked his pants, toeing off his shoes and ripping his boxers from his body, his cock springing forth, turgid and weeping for her. For a moment, he merely looked at her, gripping his dick in his hand and squeezing.

There was no going back now. Releasing his member with a soft moan, he reached his hand out for her. Shaking, her hand came to rest in his, and his heart leapt. He would have her. Slowly he backed into the shower stall, drawing her with him. The hot water hit his back, drawing a pleasured hiss from between his teeth. Slowly he turned them, his hands falling to her hips as he pressed her to the wall of the shower.

Once more he dropped to his knees, his hands gliding with the water down her thighs, parting them softly. Hearing her breathing speeding, he leaned in, trailing kisses up the path his hands had just taken, aiming for his destination between her legs. As his tongue ventured out to part her nether lips, seeking the bud of pleasure that resided there, her hands gripped his hair, a moan ripping from both of them.

Pressing her hips to the wall, he pressed his face closer, sucking her clit between his lips, flicking his tongue against it as he increased the suction. Her hips trembled, trying to buck, but he held her more firmly, sliding his tongue out to dip into her sex as his teeth scraped lightly over the hood of her clit.

“God, Hyungwon,” she cried out, pressing his head further in, her own head falling back to the wall with a thud. Swirling his tongue in her juices, he arched as deep as he could, then returned to his slow torture of her clit, drinking in the sweet caramel taste of her.

When he could stand it no longer, his cock jerking and dancing between his knees, pearls of pre-cum running down his shaft, he stood, pressing his body to hers. She looked up, her hooded eyes meeting his, and he took a shaking inhalation.

“_____… I need you,” he whispered, burying his face in her wet hair, running his lips across the shell of her ear, his dick throbbing against her hip.

“Do it, Hyungwon, please,” she gasped, her hips arching against him.

Biting back a groan, he slid his hands down, wedging her body tightly between his and the wall as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Lifting his head once more, he caught her eyes, watching as he aimed and slid into her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as he bit out a curse at the tight heat engulfing his shaft.

Dropping his forehead to hers once more, he growled, “Thank you, _____… thank you…”

With that he drew his hips back and set a slow pace. Her legs tightened on his slim hips, his fingers digging into the supple roundness of her ass. Her hands scrambled over the shower wall behind her before her fingernails dug into his back, pulling a pleasured hiss from him. Pumping a bit faster into her heat, he ground his pelvic bone into her clit, wanting to give back every ounce of pure physical joy she was giving him.

Rolling his hips, he felt her sheathe begin to grow tighter around him, and he worked his mouth into the hollow of her shoulder, biting a bit harder, sucking at the sweet skin between his teeth as his hips pounded into her harder. On one hand he wanted this to last forever, to feel the elation of her wet heat making him tingle forever. But on the other hand he wanted to feel her clamp down around him, hear her voice scream his name in release, plant his seed deep in her.

But he knew he couldn’t do that, at least. This was not a relationship, there were no guarantees of a future with her. He couldn’t release himself inside of her, no matter how badly he’d like to. Pushing those thoughts away, he ravaged her neck, bucking into her ever faster, ever harder. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a burning trail of pleasure in their wake, and he gasped, his head jerking back, orgasm on the brink as he slammed into her as deep as he could, then continued to smash into her, feeling as if he would split her in two.

Suddenly, without warning, she stiffened in his arms, her hands flying out to claw at the wall as her sheath tightened impossibly on his member, her head flying back as his name came pouring from her throat. Sucking in a breath, Hyungwon slammed in faster, his head spinning as he tried his hardest to ride out her climax. But all too soon he was pulling out, thrusting his erupting cock against her wet folds and ass, his seed splattering against the wall behind her to slowly drip down.

Collapsing forward against her, he tried to catch his breath, his head coming to rest on her chest, hearing her racing heart begin to slow. After a long moment of fading afterglow, he gently lowered her legs to the floor of the shower once more. Lifting his head, he cupped her cheek, meeting her eyes. They were guarded once more, and it sent a stab of pain to his heart.

“Are you okay?” he asked, stroking her wet hair back from her face.

Nodding, she looked down, then back up at him, saying in a soft voice, “What now, Hyungwon?”

He studied her for a long time, silence only broken by the running water, which was now turning cold. What did she want? Hell, what did he want? Could she give it to him?

“Now we finish showering, and you come back to the hotel with me,” he finally said, smiling as he watched her face jerk back up to his, her eyes widening. “And from there, I let you decide. I know I’m leaving in the morning, _____, and I know you have a career, but I haven’t had enough of you. When our paths cross… I hope you’ll see me.”

She looked up at him in wonder for a moment, and he tried to read her thoughts in her eyes, desperately needing to know how she felt.

“I don’t think I can help but see you, Hyungwon,” she finally said in a tiny voice.

Hope sprang inside of him, and he pulled her into an embrace, grinning into her hair. Her words had made the future brighter than the past for the first time since the whole debacle with his group. And no matter what happened between them, he would always be in her debt for that.

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