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changkyun x reader

warnings; smut, swearing i think maybe, unprotected sex 

word count; 4.4k 

song rec; sunsetz - cigarettes after sex 

the resounding sound of rap music surrounding you in his bedroom almost consumed your mind so entirely that your thought process was fully unintelligible. it was difficult, next to impossible almost, to have clear or cohesive thoughts when you could almost feel the bass of the different songs practically reverberate in the floorboards you stood on. smoke still lingered in the room around you, creating a cloud of grey that you attempted to still be able to observe the now empty room around you through.

it had seemed much less dismal when you’d first gotten here, you concluded. the walls hadn’t looked so dull and blank despite the posters they held when there had been people distorting the amount of wall space you could actually see. the mess that had evidently built up over time had seemed so much less apparent when there was movement within the room. the lifelessness that was now increasingly noticeable had been covered over when you’d walked through the door, and you wondered how he spent most of his time in this room despite that.

footsteps, you could only assume his, made their way up the stairs and down the hall, back-tracking their earlier course towards the bedroom you waited in. even with the mixed feelings in the pit of your stomach, you couldn’t feel any hint of nervousness that made you think of doing anything but remaining rooted to your spot. or was that for an entirely different reason? it didn’t matter, you decided, you wouldn’t need to think about it after you left this room; you wouldn’t need to let yourself overanalyze anything that had happened here as soon as you finally managed to gather the spirit to leave this house entirely.

the door was already open, and so if you hadn’t of been looking up you wouldn’t have been able to tell he’d even entered the room. even as you kept your eyes from drifting to directly meet his, you could tell he was staring straight at you, waiting for you to say something. maybe he wanted to hear you struggle through an excuse, maybe he wanted the same as he always had and wished for you to argue back with him instead off staring into space with blank eyes. you weren’t sure you could do either of those things, or even if there would be any reason to even begin to make an attempt at them.

⋈ pairing: minhyuk x reader ⋈ word count: 5,279 ⋈ genre: pirate au ⋈ notes: welcome to the 1600s where minhyuk is still minhyuk except by candlelight ♥

Land Ho!

The cry of the ship’s watch positioned in the crow’s nest high up on the main mast set in motion a seemingly chaotic array of actions. Men started running across the deck and were joined by more crew emerging from the belly of the aquatic beast. Some started climbing up the smaller masts at the front and rear of the merchant ship and furling the sails, others began to loosen the ropes of the cargo that was stored on deck to prepare it for quick unloading. After weeks of being at the mercy of the rough ocean and even rougher weather, the once dark and sturdy wood had been bleached out in places by the brutal sun and nearly been whipped to the point of breaking by strong, salty waves. The sturdy hemp ropes that had kept them in place were frayed and stiff, but they had made it; destiny had been kind throughout the voyage and they had once again bested the sea.

You turned your head toward the wind and smiled.

You were standing at the taffrail watching the shore getting closer as the ship approached. The breeze was gentling ruffling your dress and behind you the booming voices of the crew mixed with the screams of seagulls as they crept closer and closer to the shore. It was just before noon and the sun was sitting high in the sky as you watched the preparations for the ship to end its duty. You were one day ahead of schedule, but that concerned nobody, least of all you. It just gave you one more day to spend in the infamous port town before embarking on the next leg of your journey.

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There’s still sleep in the corners of your eyes as Minhyuk drags you into the living room, unwilling to wait any longer for you to wake fully. The multi-colored Christmas lights around the tree light the way, your boyfriend vibrating with puppy-like excitement as he pushes you to sit on the floor by the tree. There’s only a handful of presents because you both agreed not to go overboard with gifts.

Finally gaining some wits about you, you protest halfheartedly. “Food. Coffee. anything?” He ignores you as he pulls festively wrapped boxes from under the tree, separating them between the two of you. It’s endearing, his broad smile and delighted laughs.

He’s opening the shoes you bought for him as you unwrap a large but surprisingly light box that he had placed in your lap. You toss him a glace when one box leads to another wrapped box, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. The second box leads to a third and opens to reveal a fourth. “Minhyuk.” If this keeps going, you might kill him.

“Ah! This is the softest plushy - I love it!” He gushes disregarding your glare as he hugs the stuffed plush you bought him. With a deep breath in you tear through the snowflake printed paper, groaning loudly when it leads to another box. He’s still not looking directly at you, only stealing glances but you can see the way his mouth is stretched into a wide smile.  "I hate you right now.“

He laughs as you tear through another layer of paper, the box in your hand is small there’s no way this can continue. It doesn’t - no more paper, a simple black box rests in the palm of your hand. You’re too irritated to think about what could be inside, flicking the box open. A ring, beautiful silver ring is glittering in the lights of the Christmas tree, and all your frustration leaves you in a stuttering breath.

4: Kihyun, Part 1 of 4

Warning: Angst, NSFW.

There is no smoke without pride, no spark like hatred, no match like greed, no fire like jealousy… And Kihyun was burning.

Every moment of every day, it seemed, he burned. The blaze was such that he was amazed he wasn’t reduced to nothing but ash and bone fragment yet. As he lay next to you every single night, listening to the dark secrets you kept in your sleep, he suffocated a raging inferno of emotion. Among them, he recognised confusion, loss, worry. But, king of them all, was jealousy. That particular serpent had turned his heart a dark, ominous green.

Kihyun had always been an ace. Hard work and perseverance always came second to God given skill and talent. Almost everything he did came easily to him; he was a natural. A natural singer. A natural visual. A natural millionaire. A natural winner.

Except when it came to the only thing he’d ever truly, truly wanted.

You.

He’d won you once, yes. Triumphantly. But now, he just knew he was losing you. It was the only true taste he’d ever had of defeat, of powerlessness, and he didn’t much like the rotten, jealous, maddening touch of it on his tongue. When he kissed you and you hesitated to close your eyes for the briefest of moments, the contact was ripe with it. When he witnessed you changing and you no longer looked up to watch him ogle you, to tease him, it twisted his skin with a mocking fang. And when he fucked you, when he was deep inside you and watching your face twist with some incredible rapture, it planted notions in his head, whispering, hissing voices that told him you were thinking of someone else.

And he knew exactly who.

A so-called best friend Judas.

He’d been with you both earlier, eating. Kihyun had choked down rice as he acted like he couldn’t see what was plainly written across Hoseok’s face. Kihyun’s member had passed you a vegetable, and the word beautiful had been screaming inside his eyes, in the way he so tenderly placed the food on your plate. Kihyun had twitched to up-end the porcelain, his serpent’s heart ticking with such pure venom that he, in a flash second, had the crippling urge to strike Hoseok with everything he had.

You’d been laughing all the while, oblivious to your boyfriend’s torment, fingers covering your mouth, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you’d chuckled you’re so funny sometimes.

Hoseok had bit his lip and rolled those muscled shoulders as if to say, yeah I am, baby.

Kihyun had interjected, ruining your little conversation, tearing burning words away from traitorous sentences. He fixed Hoseok with a dark stare as he’d said to you, “Let’s go out and see that movie you talked about earlier.” before kissing you deep, sexual, possessive. In a way that had made you moan, in a way that had been obvious.

They’re mine.

After the movie, he’d taken you to your place and fucked loved you so hard that you’d almost screamed the walls down. He needed to hear his name leave your lips. He needed to know the fucking neighbours knew who the hell he was.

Your lover. Your love. Your only love. Your only lover–

Now, in the total darkness of somewhere between one and three am, Kihyun closed his eyes and blacked off from the dark walls of your bedroom, scared he’d shed venomous tears. They prickled and burned at the corners of his eyes, concentrated with pure fucking jealousy. The heels of his hands found his sockets, as if they could force the tears back in, as if hiding them would make it any fucking better.

It wouldn’t.

Kihyun took a deep breath and looked over at you lying so peacefully in your Garden of Eden. Your back was exposed, skin luminous in the slight silver of the moon that shone through the thinly veiled windows. He realised he was reaching for you in the same moment that his fingertip made contact with your warm flesh, and he was rolling onto his side a moment later. The sheets slid from his body, exposing him to the cool night air as he traced your figure so tenderly with a grazing nail. He yearned for you to wake up, to reach back and find him bare and ready, to take him in your hand and work him until he shook, until he was singing his love for you.

You were so fucking beautiful.

It was no wonder everyone wanted you.

Kihyun leaned in, craving your closeness. The side of his face pressed against your shoulder, and he inhaled. Breathing in your presence, your soul. He kissed your skin gently, in a way he had done a thousand million times before, moving his hand across your waist, your hip, your ass. You responded with a gentle sigh, a sigh that evolved into a louder, more sensual moan.

A moan that set the burning to fever. A sick, shaking fever.

Because, just like that, just so fucking easily, Kihyun imagined you moaning for Hoseok. Not for him, who’d given you his heart and his body and his everything, but for someone else. His best friend. Sickness rose in his throat as he pictured the two of you together. Fear crippled him at the thought that Hoseok was a better fit for you, your personality, your interests, your aspirations, your body.

Kihyun ripped the covers from himself and stood. You rumbled, wakening, and your head rolled over your pillow to look up at him.

“Ki?” you asked, your voice so sleepy. Totally unaware of the secrets your body spilled late at night, when you thought nobody was listening.

“I have to go.”

“What? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” you sat up, frightened.

Go back to your moaning. “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Where… where are you going?”

Kihyun pulled his t-shirt over his head, fastening his belt a moment later. His voice was harsher than he intended: “Just go back to sleep.”

“You’re scaring me…” good. “Has something happened?”

Kihyun almost exploded, almost detonated with accusations and heartbreak.

Almost.

But he was nothing if not well practiced.

“Nothing’s happened.” yet. “Go back to sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

word count: 1,386 words

genre: fluff

pairing: yoo kihyun x reader

13/29 of the winter oneshot series

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