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burn - im changkyun

pairing: demon changkyun + female reader

genre: modern greek mythology/flower-(ed) au, smut (yeahhhh!), fluff, angst

word count: 6.3k+

warnings: spoilers for my flower-(ed) series (read it before this), explicit sexual content, cursing, oral (m+f), hair-pulling kink, praise kink, unprotected sex (don’t do it irl unless u want children lol), usage of magic during sex lmao (with consent)

summary: never did he ever believe that a demigod could make him burn like this...

author’s note: i you guys asked for it, and now i will deliver the demon kyun filth that i you wanted lmao. i tried to go for a good mix of filthy smut but also soft (my brand lol). also yes this is set during flower-(ed), between pt 2 and 3 (you know, at that part haha) and if you haven’t read it yet, i recommend that you do! i also wrote it in from kyun’s pov this time around. it’s not what i’m used to but it was an interesting challenge! i also listened to no limit and the dreaming religiously when writing this... please scream about ur fav songs on those albums in my inbox!

p.s. i planned this to be 2k but it escalated very quickly (as always). ok i hope y’all like this creation born from my very thirsty kyunbebe brain byeeeee

[library] [monsta x library] [flower-(ed) series]

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Changkyun normally isn’t like this.

And by this, he means utterly shameless, impatient, and loud.

He’s fucking ancient but somehow someway, you have him smiling and giggling like he’s never done before, barely managing to drag you back to his chambers without hitting anything. But he did manage to run into Soonyoung on his way out of the library with you in his arms, shit-eating grin plastered all over his smug little demigod face. Normally, he would be annoyed. But not now.

Not when he’s half-dressed and you’re in between his widened thighs, kneeling for him with your pretty lips wrapped around his length, taking him in your throat like you’re meant for it.

You’re truly wasting no time in pleasuring him; swallowing him down, relaxing your throat, and taking as much as you can of him before constricting around his length with a swallow. He can feel your hot breath against the base of his cock and it makes him squeeze his eyelids shut, teeth chewing at his bottom lip in an attempt to rein in his moans.

Just when Changkyun thinks that he’s succeeding in doing so, he chokes on his own saliva when the flat of your tongue presses against the underside of his shaft. The pressure in combination with the heat of your mouth has him panting for breath; he’s so fucking hard and your mouth is so wet; so warm; so willing, head bobbing up and down to a rhythm that’s becoming nearly unbearable for him. Without being fully aware, he attempts to cope with the sensation by grabbing your hair, the other shooting out to clutch at the fabric of the duvet.

“Fuck-” he growls out a curse when you decide to hallow out your cheeks, stroking him with your tightened palm as you suck at the head of his cock without care or regard for his sanity.

Unwittingly, his hips start to buck upwards into your mouth as a response, thighs twitching as his brain focuses on wanting. He doesn’t really specifically know what he wants at the moment; increased speed or pressure or what, but he just wants more. He needs your mouth to keep doing whatever you’re doing and for your tongue to trace the rim of his head just like that and fuck-

“Close,” he breathes out much harsher than he intended, head craning up to the ceiling to hide his face from you, surely overridden with wanton pleasure. He forces himself to look away from the tantalizing vision in front of him, concerned that his demon form is beginning to seep through once again. Never did he ever think that a demigod would have him lose control like this; it has him cursing Aphrodite for it.

But to his dismay, it doesn’t seem like you enjoy that very much because the hand that’s on his hip ends up moving upward, reaching for his chin to force him to look.

And look he does, eyes locking on yours as he focuses on how fucked out your expression is just from getting him off, pupils blown out as your plush lips encircle the head of his cock, sucking dirtily. The mere sight has him growling your name, jaw clenching as his fingers tighten their grip on your hair, tugging upward to pull at the roots. He doesn’t mean to do that but he catches the way that your eyelids flutter; he feels the sensation of you moaning around him.

“Should’ve known that you’d- Oh, shit-” he starts to tease you but you interrupt him when you take his length once again, swallowing as much as you possibly can before burrowing your nose to touch the base of his cock. He doesn’t know how many times that you’ve done that already but it has him trembling all the same, a deep frown manifesting on his face as he tries his best to contain himself.

Much too soon for his liking, he pulls your mouth off of him as a familiar sensation has built up, so much so that he has to stop you. Gasping in surprise, your lips leave him with a resounding pop, pouting after being interrupted.

Instead of explaining himself, he pulls you off of your knees and guides you into his lap, closing the distance between you two by wrapping his arms around your waist. You dive in for a kiss but instead, Changkyun chooses to dip his head downward, smirking when he senses the way that your breath hitches once his lips meet the sensitive skin of your neck.

As much as he wants to kiss your lips, he chooses to move elsewhere, deciding that there are other places on your body that deserve his attention. He doesn’t leave a single patch of skin untouched, peppering kisses and sucking marks until he’s satisfied with the sound of you moaning. Tempted to hear even more, his hands move from your waist to your shoulders, slowly sliding the sleeves of your dress down your arms until more skin is exposed.

Gravity prompts the bodice of your dress to fall away from your body, the fabric pooling around your waist to expose your bare torso.

And with that, Changkyun pauses just to simply stare at you in his lap; skirt bunched around your hips in such a manner that he catches the sight of your parted thighs. Next, his eyes trace your face, lingering on the height of your nose to the line of your jaw, right down to your bare breasts, nipples hardened from the air. He knows that you’re going to get bashful if he fully takes his time to appreciate the sight in front of him, so he does just that, aiming to get a reaction.

Unwittingly, you manage to fulfill his wishes by becoming very caught off guard by Changkyun’s intense gaze, his eyes dark and narrowed as he ogles you shamelessly. Surely, isn’t the first time that you’ve been seen naked in front of a man but somehow, Changkyun has the power to fluster you like no one else ever has. He doesn’t fully comprehend that he’s getting your heart to leap from the confines of your chest, causing the warmth from the back of your neck to bloom across your cheeks, all from a simple stare.

Biting your bottom lip, you peer into his eyes before responding with a pout, “Do something.”

“Hmm…” Changkyun pauses briefly to caress your bare hip, his touch lighting you aflame as he slides his palm up to splay his fingers across your ribcage, brushing the underside of your breast teasingly, “What if I wanna take my time?”

You really should’ve known that his cheeky, teasing nature would extend to the bedroom. Narrowing your eyes at him challengingly, you wrap your arms around his neck and dive in for an impassioned kiss, tongue immediately roving inside his mouth to tangle with his. Before Changkyun has a chance to get too carried away, you stop him by retracting slightly, just far enough to tempt him.

“Do. Something,” you dare, pupils dilated and boring into his, expression intense and heated. As if you’re trying to kill him, you wrap your hand around his wrist and bring his long fingers to your mouth, sucking on the digits all while looking at him straight in the eye.

His brain practically short-circuits, jaw dropping as his fingers leave your mouth with a trail of saliva. It’s absolutely fucking filthy; the way that you trail his wet fingers over your breast and down your navel, stopping only when his fingers meet your already wet core. It seems that you’re at wit’s end with his teasing, so he decides to quell your impatience for a short while.

Closing the distance between you two, he dives in for a fervent kiss, swiping his tongue at the seam of your lips. A gasp escapes you once a single finger makes its way inside your core, so he takes the opportunity to kiss you like he means it.

Changkyun is ravenous; swallowing up all of your breathy moans and meek whimpers with his lips as his thumb rubs quick circles against your clit, finger moving in and out of you. Based on the noises that you’re making; it seems to him that you’re enjoying that a lot. So, he adds a second finger and slides them to the hilt, crooking them upward with increasing pressure and speed until your thighs shake on opposite sides of his hips.

Your reaction to his ministrations makes him smirk, “Like that?”

He knows that you probably want to roll your eyes at him, to throw his cockiness back in his face like you normally would, but it looks like you’re a little preoccupied with moaning his name.

“Changkyun… Ahn-” you interrupt yourself by biting your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut when he presses the heel of his palm against your clit, simultaneously hitting that spot inside you that he knows will get you begging, “Don’t stop.”

You’re pleading against his lips in a hushed whisper, trembling above him and squeezing around his fingers, and yet, you’re not nearly as pliant and needy as he wants you.

Perhaps it’s the challenge; the defiance that he sees in your eyes that makes him essentially tackle you to the bed, removing his digits from your core before standing up, gripping your thighs to flip you over. You barely manage to blink before you find yourself on your back, head resting against the pillow with your legs parted. The smirk that begins to spread over your face when you got what you wanted becomes non-existent once Changkyun climbs on top of you, slotting his body between your parted thighs, the urge to kiss your smug expression away taking over him.

And within the craze of his incredibly aroused mind, his thoughts wander to what you asked of him earlier.

Do something.

Do you want him to do something? He’ll do more than that. He wants to strip your walls down; to render you incoherent; to steal all of your focus from the world to himself and him alone.

With that in mind, he gets to work, attaching his mouth to every single patch of bare skin that he can kiss and touch, sliding his calloused palms down your body. His movements are calculated enough to have you fed up once again, so you let out a noise of frustration. Changkyun chuckles at your evident impatience.

“Can’t wait?” he teases, gifting you with a smirk that unbeknownst to him, has you burning up at the mere sight. You open your mouth to probably give him a sassy retort but you’re silenced the second that his lips make contact with the inside of your thigh. Just to press your buttons even more, he slowly works upward until his breath fans the area that you need him the most.

Patience wearing incredibly thin, your hand shoots out to clutch at his dark hair between your legs, “I was just about to… Fuck you, Changkyun, I swear to God-”

“Don’t mention them. They might actually show up,” he jokes, causing a chuckle to bubble from your lips. However, the giggle transforms into a breathy gasp once his fingers spread your wet folds apart, his breath teasing you until he decides to gently slide his tongue into your core.

The motion is simple but your hips twitch regardless, prompting him to throw your legs over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your thighs and over your navel, bunching your skirt around your hips to keep the fabric out of his way. Using his strength to keep your movement to a minimum, he envelops his mouth around your very sensitive nub, suckling on it softly.

Changkyun can definitely hear you enjoying that but he’s very keen to visualize it. So, he keeps his lips wrapped around your clit as he slides his fingers back inside you, wasting no time in setting a pace that has you writhing and fighting against his grasp.

You look so pretty like this, he muses as he eats you out like you deserve, barely noticing the filthy wet sounds that are coming from his mouth as he does so. All he can focus on is the sight of your facial features overridden with wanton pleasure, one hand gripping at the sheets while you bite the other desperately.

The vision should be a fantasy based on how salacious it is. You’re so fucking needy and it’s truly a spectacle for his eyes; it has him so aroused that he’s grinding his hardness into the mattress for any semblance of relief. But as perfect as it is, there’s something missing.

Your hand is muffling all of the noises that are leaving your lips, and that isn’t something that Changkyun favours at all. He’s craving to hear all of the pretty sounds from before, so his mouth and his fingers leave your cunt, causing you to huff in disappointment and frustration. But before you can get all mouthy on him, he dips downward to close the distance between your lips. By the time he pulls away with a nip on your bottom lip, all expression of annoyance fades away from your face.

“Take your dress off for me,” he whispers before trailing his hand across your jaw, gripping at your chin to direct you to meet his gaze. You look completely fucked out already, pupils dilated and eyes glassed over, urging him to tease you more, “Quickly. I don’t think that you want to keep me waiting, do you?”

Changkyun smirks at you and unbeknownst to him, it’s absolutely fatal to your sense of pride. It’s almost hilarious how quickly you obey his wishes, sitting up to unravel the ribbon that cinches your dress around your waist. Once the offending fabric is loosened, you slide the dress down your legs until you’re laid bare for him, leaning back to rest the back of your head against the cushiony pillow. You pull out the pins that hold your updo together, causing the silky tresses to fan out on the fabric gracefully.

You’re not even trying to get to him but everything you’ve been doing tonight has Changkyun’s heart leaping out of his chest; he isn’t used to this kind of response with any of his previous lovers. You really are special to him it seems, but he still can’t quite pinpoint why, even when he’s unfastening his trousers in front of you.

Since Changkyun remains a little preoccupied with his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the way that you’re ogling his lean, muscled body, tracing his broad chest, toned arms, and chiseled abdomen, all the way down to his cock standing proud between the legs. The way that the sight of it leaves you aching to have him inside; it’s nothing short of shameless. Even as you admire Changkyun’s body, he doesn’t catch the fact that he’s leaving you waiting.

“Am I boring you?” you ask him with a pout, feigning innocence. It shocks him out of his inner monologue effectively, causing a deep chuckle to bubble out from his lips.

“Never,” Changkyun responds with a smile after leaning down for a kiss on the corner of your mouth, much more chaste than the activities that he has in mind for the remainder of the night. Resting his palm against the fullness of your cheek, he strokes at the skin softly, admiring you wordlessly once again. You close your eyes and subconsciously lean into his touch as a response, sighing out in content. For the nth time tonight, the simplest things that you do make him unravel.

“How do you want me?” he asks in a hushed, deep voice. Your eyelids flutter open when he asks that question, meeting his eyes almost quizzically. It makes Changkyun laugh quietly; he didn’t initially think that you would put this much genuine thought into how he should fuck you. You remain in thought until finally, you press your palm against his chest.

Changkyun’s eyes widen marginally at your decision, taken aback when you give him a forceful push, his back hitting his mattress with a dull thump. He was more than willing to do all of the work; to have his way with you. But that doesn’t look to be your intention at the moment, given the fact that you’re climbing on top of him and throwing your legs over his hips, resting your pussy right on the underside of his length.

He thought that you were impatient before but apparently, that was all a ruse because now, you’re taking your sweet, sweet time. It’s incredibly aggravating to him; how slowly you’re grinding down on him, gliding your wet folds up and down his cock as you moan softly…

Changkyun almost regrets his teasing from before because it seems that you’re looking to return the favour. He curses when he feels how fucking warm and wet you are against him, barely maintaining the ability to control himself. It’s torture to have you rub the flushed head of his cock at your entrance, goading him on. If he’s not careful, he might lose control and his power may activate, causing his demon form can make an appearance again.

He’s not sure if he’s ready for that; to have you see him in his true form again.

But there’s no time to think about that; not when you finally, finally, decide to slide the head of his cock inside you, slowly taking him to the hilt. The mere feeling of your tight walls enveloping him has his eyelids slipping shut, a heavy exhale escaping his lungs as he tries to focus on keeping it together.

“Look at me,” you ask, bringing your palm to his cheek to stroke his skin affectionately. Your voice is gentle; your touch tender, how can he deny your request?

So, bit by bit, he opens his eyes to meet yours staring right back at him, his jaw clenching and eyelids fluttering when you start to move your hips up and down, up and down, up and down. The pace that you’re setting is slow and leisurely; almost lazy, but so, so deep. You mewl every single time his cock bottoms out inside you, so he lifts his head just to watch.

And boy, he isn’t disappointed by the sight.

The scene that plays out in front of his eyes is lascivious; unquestionably lewd and vulgar. He wants to memorize the way that you look on top of him right now, watching his cock slide in and out of your tight heat; your palms pressing down on his abdomen as you gyrate your hips and moan with your brows furrowing in wanton pleasure.

Craving more, Changkyun glides his palms over your bare thighs before grasping at your hips, trying to urge you to increase your pace. In response, your hands leave his navel to wrap around his own. Instead of keeping them there, you peel off his hands one by one before pinning them above his head with one hand, limiting his ability to move. Changkyun’s eyes widen in surprise as you lean over his body, thinking that it’s cute that you believe that you can control him like this. Your assertion is incredibly arousing but he knows that he could easily overpower you; he’s an immortal demon after all, but he can see how much you’re enjoying this.

Perhaps, he should indulge you, just for a little while.

Your hips continue to move slowly, which makes him believe that you’re just doing this to tease him like before. Alternatively, he’s proven wrong when he assesses your body language.

Your thighs are shaking on opposite sides of his hips as you ride him, nails digging into the skin on his wrist as you chew at your bottom lip, hard enough that he’s scared that you might draw blood. The sounds that you’re making are little weak whimpers and hushed moans, causing alarms to ring in his head.

“Are you ok?” he asks, concerned over your apparent discomfort. However, you nod instead, squeezing your eyes shut before moving a little faster.

“I’m more than ok,” you start with a smile, “It’s just… Ah-” your continued response is interrupted with a breathy gasp when he snaps his hips upward, apparently hitting a spot that makes you quiver above him.

“It’s just been a while and uhm… Oh… F- Fuck me- ” your sentence is broken off with another well-aimed thrust from him, “You’re not exactly small either.”

Oh, he collects, the new information making him very smug. He wants to make a cocky remark but your body is starting to move with heightening intensity, the action pushing his egotistical statement to the back of his mind. The increased enthusiasm of your movements has him gritting his teeth but he still wants more. Luckily for him, he senses that you’re getting tired.

“Need some help?” he questions mockingly, immediately pleased when you nod in permission. Your grip on his wrists loosens up and Changkyun takes advantage of the opportunity as quickly as he can. Within the blink of an eye, he sits up and grabs at the back of your thighs, allowing his upper torso to press against your breasts. He grants a brief pause to connect his lips to yours, giving you a second to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. A groan manages to slip from his lips when your fingers thread into his hair, pushing him harder against you, moving your mouth against him in a manner that’s a little rougher until gradually, the kiss turns frenzied and frantic.

Within the chaos, Changkyun somehow manages to throw you onto your back, leaving your impassioned lip-lock to nip at your earlobe before asserting in a hoarse voice, “Turn around.”

He pulls away from your embrace just far enough for his length to slip out from inside, allowing you to move on to your hands and knees. Crude satisfaction takes over him once he notices the speed at which you heeded his command. He has permitted you to have your fun. Maybe it’s time for him to experience the same.

With your bare back exposed to him, he slides his palm from your ass up to the back of your neck, fingers tracing every single vertebra of your spine before pushing your upper torso into the mattress. Your body gives out to his wishes so he rewards you with a single kiss to a patch of skin just underneath your earlobe.

“So pretty,” he whispers into your ear, observing the way that your entire body shudders at the praise. It makes him smirk; the fact that you have a bit of a praise kink, so he stores that information in his mind for use at a later time. Your impatience is beginning to make a reappearance based on the fact that you’re canting your ass backward, so he quells your neediness by slipping back inside. Sheathing himself to the hilt with a swift snap of his hips, you moan out for him again, the sound just as sweet as the first time he heard it tonight.

Bracing one hand beside your head with the other gripping at your hip, Changkyun throws away the slow speed that you set earlier, replacing it with a pace that makes your entire body jolt underneath him.

You feel absolutely incredible, so much so that he can’t help but amplify the intensity of his thrusts to the point where you’re trembling, gasping out every time that he bottoms out. Just to experiment with a different position, he hovers further up your body by propping his knee off of the mattress, gaining some leverage before changing the angle. He drives himself downward and your reaction is more dramatic than he would’ve imagined.

Your back arches sharply as a response, shamelessly moaning expletives in a manner that should only be described as pornographic. Not only are you appreciating the new angle, but Changkyun is as well.

Somehow or another, your pussy manages to get even tighter and wetter with each plunge of his cock at this angle. Everything is becoming overwhelming; his senses are overloaded by the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock and the sound of you moaning his name for the entire residence to hear. There’s no turning back at this point because suddenly, instinct is telling him to experience every bit of skin-on-skin contact as possible. So, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls your upper body towards his chest, pressing your back against his torso as he continues to fuck into you. He starts to bite and suck marks into your shoulder, just because he’s compelled to do so.

Then, for some reason, your entire body tenses up as your hand shoots upward to clutch at his hair forcefully, the sound of a high-pitched whine reaching his ears.

“Are you? Oh my- Changkyun, holy fuck-” you ramble mindlessly, throwing your head back to rest against his shoulder, panting through the sentence as if you’re struggling to translate the phrase from your brain into speech. You become practically catatonic underneath his body, moving him to look at himself in the mirror in front of you two.

And what he sees is shocking.

For starters, your face is contorted, overtaken with mind-numbing pleasure. But for him, golden pupils in a sea of pitch black are staring back at him. Instantly, he acknowledges that his demon form has crept past the gates of self-control, familiar swirling tattoos and grey skin emerging from the nape of his neck.

He’s using his power on you right now, and he failed to notice.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, regrets washing over him when he realizes that he couldn’t control himself. To make matters even worse, he did that without your permission. Mortified, he chooses to remove himself from your body in order to stop himself from going any further. But to his surprise, you halt him by turning around and pulling him back on top of you, spreading your legs to allow his hips to slot against your own.

“Don’t stop,” you plead with him, meeting his eyes filled with awe, “Don’t hide from me. Please.”

He freezes up on the spot.

Your eyes dart across his face before resting your palm onto his jaw, softly caressing his cheek with your thumb, likely searching for a response from him.

It’s so simple, really. All you’re doing is accepting him for the man that he really is. But it’s the way that you’re gazing into his eyes; ardently affectionate and tender; pupils piercing through his cold and icy exterior to the point where his nerves are left raw and exposed. His mind essentially shuts down; it’s as if he can physically experience the protection of his immortality crumble away with each glance from you to the point where he’s…

Vulnerable.

He went into this to satisfy a base, carnal need. Yes, he’s attracted to you; it’s only natural. It’s also safe to say that you likely wanted the same. Yet, an unfamiliar feeling begins to rise in his chest at the notion. The sensation is nearly painful but for some reason, it dissipates, yet burns even brighter with the small smile that you give him.

He doesn’t understand it, but he nods regardless.

Perhaps, with you, he can learn to understand.

Changkyun leans into your touch fondly, subconsciously sighing out before grasping at your wrist to slowly peel your hand off of his cheek. He curls your fingers into your palm before softly connecting your knuckles to his lips, “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nod in compliance before he leans down to capture your lips with a kiss, much more innocent in comparison to what you two were doing before.

At least, it started that way. Once he grasped at the base of his length and coaxed himself back into your heat, that single chaste kiss escalated very quickly. Everything that you’re doing is making him lose control; the way that you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm; the gratifying sensation of your walls tightening around him every single time he bottoms out; the feeling of your soft skin brushing against the hard lines of his body.

“Let go,” he hears you tell him, barely managing to whisper through his kisses, rapidly increasing in passionate fervor with each and every connection of his lips against yours. Changkyun groans out when you repeat the request again, emphasizing your need by mouthing at his neck, staining his skin once again with blooming red marks.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he nods vehemently before coaxing your legs further up his waist and planting his hands on both sides of your head, fulfilling your desire with a rough snap of his hips. Immediately, you cry out, eyelids squeezing shut as your hands blindly shoot out to grapple at his shoulders needily. Such an earnest response only urges him to move faster; harder; deeper; until he ultimately has you where he’s wanted since the beginning of the night.

You’re thoroughly ruined, pleading for him to never stop, pussy squeezing his cock to madness as you moan his name brokenly, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pulls you into a world of slick and passionate fucking.

“Use it,” you beg him, reaching beside your head to lift his hand from the sheets beside your ear, “Please. I need it.”

Utterly desperate, Changkyun abides by pressing his palm against your décolleté, succumbing to his basal instincts by surrendering himself to the way you make him feel. He doesn’t realize that he’s doing anything at first; after all, he’s never allowed himself to just let go, but your body language definitely confirms it.

Any reservations that he had before are thrown away when your jaw drops open in a silent scream from the feeling of Changkyun’s power seeping through your body and subconscious. He hisses when your nails dig into his skin before a single arm moves to wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his dark hair as you struggle to keep your eyes open. He never thought to use his power on you in this manner but the reaction that you’re giving him is nothing short of satisfying.

“Close,” you breathe out abruptly, biting your bottom lip as your thighs begin to tremble. Your legs are starting to bind around his waist, so he moves his other hand from the sheets to your ankle, throwing one leg over his shoulder before shifting his angle, forcing your thighs open with a press of his calloused palm.

Before you have a chance to complain about his halted rhythm, he doubles down and pounds into you harder, resuming his previous pace while growling out words of unfiltered, explicit praise.

“You’re so beautiful,” he starts, head dipping down to your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before giving it a bite, “So fuckin’ pretty for me,” he continues, the praise gifting him with a sound of a delirious moan and the sight of you keening underneath him. Changkyun smirks again and unperceived by him, has you absolutely wrecked.

“Want you to be good and come for me,” he adds on, not even realizing that the words even left his mouth. He’s trying his best to remain unfazed, but he’s quickly becoming just as raptured and frenzied as you are. By chance, he peers into your eyes to see himself in the reflection of your irises, catching the view of his golden eyes staring back at him, half his face overtaken with shale grey skin and swirling black tattoos. He has no idea why you’re ok with seeing him like this but the doubt is pushed away once your eyelids slip closed, nodding frantically as whimpers and cries continue to leave your lips.

“Fuck…” you curse within a feverish whine, slowly opening your eyes to see him staring right back into yours as he attempts to string your words together, “I… Hah- Good, just for you…”

As if you couldn’t get even more tantalizing, you do, a carnal, possessive satisfaction flowing through him the second that the phrase leaves your lips. Changkyun has no idea how you do it; how you manage to elicit such a response from him like no one else ever has.

It only takes a couple more drives into your cunt before your back arches off of the mattress dramatically, crying out in ecstasy as your orgasm crashes into you. Your thighs tense as you clamp around his cock, clawing at his back; the sheets; the headboard, anything that will keep you grounded as your entire body trembles underneath him.

A low growl of a pet name escapes him at the sight, “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

He barely manages to utter that litany of praises before he pulls himself out and quickly strokes himself to completion, spending himself over your navel as a deep, guttural groan bubbles out from his lips. His hips twitch almost violently as he shudders above you, arms eventually giving out to the sheer level of pleasure that takes over his body.

By the time you both come to, your audible, shared pants for oxygen become apparent. You both remain unmoving, relishing in the warmth of your bodies still connected to each other; basking in the sound of your synchronized breathing until at long last, Changkyun hauls himself off of your body and flops beside you gracelessly. Throwing the back of his hand over his eyes, he attempts to slow his breathing down. He can barely process how unbelievably good that was, and a single glance at you has him believing that you’re experiencing the same level of astonishment.

Similarly, you’re exhausted, naked body glistening with sweat as your chest moves up and down with each gulp for oxygen, lungs heaving for breath. A disbelieving scoff leaves your lips before a smile spreads across your face, morphing into a giggle sounding so sweet that Changkyun’s heart swells with affection.

“I take it that you’re satisfied?” he asks, grinning once he sees you nod dazedly. Wrapping his arm around your frame, he twists onto his side before reaching for your waist, coaxing your satiated body towards him. He dives in and captures your lips with a warm kiss, moaning huskily when you respond with equal fervor, tongue swiping against his. His breath hitches when you push him onto his back, sliding on top of him as you continue your ardent lip-lock.

Your pliant body and soft skin motivate him to caress whatever he can touch, palms roving your thighs before sliding upward to clutch at your ass, guiding you to roll your hips on top of him. You reply to him with a breathy gasp against his lips, pulling away with a shake of your head.

“Next time,” you promise him before forcing your body off of his, stumbling across the room to search for his robe that you’re so used to seeing him wear. Eventually, you find it on a hook across from the bed, so you throw it on before fastening the ties around your waist.

“Did I tire you out too much, pretty girl?”

You tense up instantly at the pet name, making Changkyun chuckle in amusement when you respond toothlessly, “Shut up.”

You’re adverting your gaze from him as you speak, snapping your head to the side. Your bashfulness pushes him to leave the bed as well, waltzing over to you to grab another robe from the same hook. You still stubbornly refuse to meet his eyes, so he gently grasps at your chin, gesturing for you to face him. Luckily, you abide him, enticing him to give you a chaste peck to the corner of your mouth.

“I’m just teasing,” he tries to explain himself, stroking his thumb against your chin affectionately.

“I know,” you pout, reaching out to press your palm against his exposed chest. Peering into his eyes, Changkyun gets choked up by the tenderness of your gaze, beaming with admiration.

If only you knew. If only you could comprehend the sheer power that you now hold over him.

He should tell you. But the second that the possibility enters his mind, he pushes it away, instead choosing to interlace his fingers with yours, tugging you in the direction of the bath.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Bath. I don’t think that you want to sleep in my bed like this, all sticky and sweaty.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Unless you don’t want to sleep in my bed… You’re welcome to make other arrangements if-”

“No. I’ll sleep in your bed.”

Changkyun tries to hide a smile from you.

“Good.”

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Changkyun doesn’t really need to sleep. Never has. It isn’t necessary for his work or his survival but yet, he’s here, just waking up to the sight of your face deep in slumber, expression soft and unhindered.

He doesn’t know what urges him to do this but his hand can’t help but reach out for your face, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear to expose your cheek and jaw.

This is incredibly uncharacteristic for him; he knows this, but an unfamiliar rush of attachment and fondness still courses through his heart for the nth time since meeting you. Somehow, he starts to build up a scenario in his mind where you would be torn away from his life. The world crumbling around him pales in comparison to the thought of losing you; he’s starting to think about the notion so much to the degree that panic is about to set in. That is, until you stir and your eyes slowly open up to meet his.

“Good morning,” you mumble groggily, giving him a half-lidded, brilliant smile.

Then, suddenly, his mind stills, and everything is right in the world.

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Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

I really loved this book and I’m excited by the adventures to come in this series. There are some aspects of reading these books while knowing some spoilers that makes me a little sad that I’m missing out on the full ToG experience. On the other hand, I’m slightly more prepared for some future heartache (only slightly because my heart still feels things, okay?)

Anyway, reading reactions and thoughts down below the cut. 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

& If you want more Reed Reads ToG:

Reed Reads The Assassin’s Blade

Reed Reads Crown of Midnight

I texted myself the following to log all of my reactions, thoughts, and gifs while reading:

I already have so many questions going into this book. What happened to magic that it disappeared? Who had the magic? What is Celaena hiding about her past and Terrasen?

This synopsis raises a lot of questions too but I guess I’ll just jump in here.

Okay some of these names sound familiar from various tumblr posts but I can’t remember the context in which I read them. Maybe for the best here.

It breaks my heart knowing (some of) what she’s been through and now she’s admitting that she knew escaping was impossible and she basically hoped they would kill her.

Dorian, crown prince of Adarlan, wants Celaena, Adarlan’s Assassin, to compete as his would-be champion and all I can think of is

Wait, Celaena is magic? Is she Fae?

Aww! Little faerie friends bringing her flowers. It’s so cute 🥰

So she gets to the castle and immediately makes her hair pin shank & hides it but she notices something off about the dimensions of the room. Hmm 🤔 Wonder what could be going on with that. Probably a secret passage way or hiding place

She dropped a flower pot on the girl talking shit 😂 Love this level of petty!!!

Some real Katniss Everdeen vibes in that training room.

I’m already loving the blooming friendship between Celaena & Princess Nehemia

Dogs remains found half-eaten and murdered men in ribbons.

So far I kind of like Dorian and Chaol but at this point I’m overly suspicious of everyone

Are Dorian and Chaol not-so subtly fighting over Celaena though?

I don’t trust Kaltain. She seems like she’s up to something. Maybe just after a crown but it seems like more than that.

Celaena’s playing piano and thinking of Sam (and crying?) 😭 my heart

Every training session and test, Chaol @ Celaena

Chaol likes to put so much emphasis on Celaena being an assassin like that’s all she can be is a killer and like that’s what she chose to become. In his defense, with his position and title, he SHOULD be wary of Celaena and those like her and she DOES have quite the reputation as Adarlan’s Assassin. BUT is he really going to just write off Celaena going out of her way to save Nox’s life as Celaena showing off? If she wanted to show off, she’d just win each test...

I’m trying to keep track of these potential champions. They started with 24. 1 was murdered (23), 1 was eliminated at test #1 (22), 1 was killed when he tried to escape (21), another was eliminated at test #2 (20). There was a second murder (19) and I’m assuming 2 more were eliminated at tests #3 (18) and #4 (17).

PTSD nightmares 😞

What are these Wyrdmarks? And what was Cain doing with them???

What did Nehemia see on Celaena’s face that made her suspicious of her??

Spooky mysterious hidden passages hidden behind a tapestry 😱

(I totally called it though)

Okay so it definitely seems like both Dorian and Chaol have a little bit of a crush on Celaena...

Chaol says that he’s concerned for the safety of the prince but implies he’s concerned with protecting Celaena... 🤨

So an ancient half-Fae Queen was led to Celaena (just as Celaena was led to Queen Elena’s tomb) so that she could give Celaena a message/warning that she was meant to defeat this great evil? And the Wyrdmarks are a portal being guarded by the gargoyles? Is that why everyone gets a bad feeling about the clock tower? And now I’m REALLY curious what Cain was doing to the Wyrdmarks.

Elena gave her an amulet... is that like the Archesian amulet Bryce Quinlan wears???

One more champion murdered. I believe that leaves us with 16 champions remaining

If Cain knows Celaena for who she truly is, how does he know her & what is he up to?

So Wyrdgates... are those like the gates in Crescent City???

It took me re-reading that library scene to realize that Chaol was picking on Celaena and making the spooky noises and there wasn’t genuinely something making that noise that only Celaena could here.

Dorian pulling the whole “no you’re holding it wrong, do it like this, here let me just show you” move & then totally getting called out on it! 😹

Why does Celaena seem like the sleepiest assassin?

I love how Celaena doesn’t even draw her sword, casually kicks ass and it just like “I’m bored. Give me someone actually worth fighting”

I’ve officially lost track of how many champions are left.

Celaena’s over here investigating crime scenes like she’s Aragorn tracking Merry & Pippin.

What the hell is going on with Perrington?? His eyes and the ring and is Kaltain involved? Does it have something to do with her headaches???

I’m sorry but why is Celaena not freaking out about this ghosty Fae queen keeps visiting her, leaving her with jewelry and hints??? Celaena’s just like

But apparently the creepy ghost Fae lady visits payoff if it means she doesn’t die of poison.

PUPPIES!!!

What the hell was that weird interaction with Cain???

Chaol was fine with vomit but the mention of Celaena being on her period...

Me, knowing full well these boys are not ENDGAME™: “I”m not gonna fall in love with any of these SJM boys except for THE ONE™”

Also me, still knowing full well it’s not going to end well:

So Dorian recognizes the amulet and seems suspicious...

Were the Wyrdmarks under Celaena’s bed targeting her or protecting her??

What is Nehemia hiding now?

I really can’t trust anyone in these books

Celaena waking up and eating so much candy her teeth turn red 😂😂😂 That’s ME!

Puppy present!!

Gotta admit, I would have been disappointed if Celaena didn’t crash the masked ball.

I remember reading something that said this book was vaguely inspired by Cinderella but Celaena entering the ball is the first and only time that I’ve even seen that. But that definitely was a Cinderella moment entrance.

I get that Celaena feels a bit guilty and like a bad friend for suspecting Nehemia but I still think she did the right thing. Plus she got to dance and flirt with Dorian.

That first kiss though!!

Okay this is what I love about SJM’s writing. I genuinely end up feeling what the character feels. Celaena fell in love with Sam & I fell in love with Sam. Celaena likes Dorian but also knows she shouldn’t like Dorian and I feel the same. She wants Chaol to like her and she’s warming to him. She’s friends with Nehemia but doesn’t fully trust her. It makes for an incredible reading experience but I know that there is a lot of upcoming heartbreak and anguish and trauma coming up that I’m not looking forward to.

Perrington you snakey snake of a man and Kaltain you simpering idiot!!!

So obviously it was Cain summoning the creature, not a shocker at all but it kind of doesn’t feel over... like maybe that was too easy. Not that being bitten and nearly dying is easy but that seemed less dramatic, fight-to-the-death-y than I was anticipating from a creature that was eating all of the champions organs.

Celaena seems to be back in the good graces with Nehemia but I can’t tell if Nehemia is withholding information because she’s up to something sneaky or because she doesn’t want to talk about magic???

I really can’t get a good read on Chaol. Because it seems like he likes Celaena or has a crush on her and is jealous of her flirtation with Dorian. But he’s not always that nice to Celaena and then he does something random and kind for her... jury is still out on this one.

Nox putting the pieces together about who Celaena really is

Kaltain is high af and seeing Cain for who he really is but why is she not more terrified??

Wyrdmarks under her bed again? I’m just asking again, could those possibly be protections?

More kissing 😽

Dorian is fully in love with Celaena, isn’t he?

I hate Kaltain & Perrington. I hope they both get their asses kicked.

The king may be a monster but he’s a true entertainer, putting Cain VS Celaena as the final duel

Nehemia offering Celaena her staff to fight the duel with, knowing full well that it’s a tiny act of rebellion to the king

I love how petty Celaena can be... “Better than Cain’s time”

The king definitely knows that Celaena was poisoned right? And just doesn’t give a fuck...

Ah!! This makes me so anxious.

Everyone watching the duel (& me reading it)

How does Cain know those specific things about Celaena???

Chaol telling Celaena what we’re all mentally screaming at her, “Get up!”

Celaena is being attacked by shadow demons & dead things in this hallucination world but everyone can clearly see her just fighting nothing??

Does Nehemia have something to do with Queen Elena showing up?? What’s she doing with her hands?

Celaena is a total fucking badass!! Even if she got help from Elena to remove the poison, Celaena is still severely wounded, and still beats the shit out of Cain AND WINS!!

But what's up with the mark on her forehead?

And Cain is a sore fucking loser

Dorian said it! He loves her!

Yeah, Kaltain was played for a fool

I know I didn’t always trust her but I do really like Nehemia.

And I knew the Wyrdmarks under Celaena’s bed were for protection!!

& now Dorian is verbalizing how much he really does care about Celaena

Perrington was controlling Kaltain? And Cain? How???

The king knows about the Wyrdmarks?? Is he using them somehow?

What the fuck are these two up to??

Chaol comes to check in on Celaena & as she’s thanking him, he’s like “gotta go, byeeeee” he’s so weird.

She’s breaking up with Dorian 😿

Is this a manipulation from Perrington & the king though?? Just because her thought process reminds me of some of Kaltain’s inner dialogue while she seemed to be under Perrington’s influence.

I mean its probably for the best Celaena is ending things with Dorian, knowing he’s not ENDGAME™ but if I was reading this without knowing certain information, I’d be very upset right now (I’m still a little bit upset right now)

I just feel really sad for Dorian because he does actually love her and she’s probably breaking his heart. 😭

What are these blood ties Elena speaks of??

She’s officially the king’s champion now...

Okay so who is the king going to make Celaena kill? What the hell are he and Perrington up to? What information is Elena going to continue revealing? What’s going to happen with Celaena x Dorian? Is Celaena x Chaol going to be a thing? (It doesn’t matter, Katie, because neither are ENDGAME™) What memories does Celaena have buried from her past? Are they secrets or a coping mechanism?

I can’t wait to read the next book.

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