#i.m. x reader

[illneverrecover]

god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun

➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: card shark/gambling Changkyun, cocktail server reader, poker!AU, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, fluff (in that order). ➛word count: 9005 (oof) ➛rating: M ➛warnings: excessive alcohol use, cursing, dirty talk, very very soft femdomme energy, oral sex (female and male receiving), changkyun begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, very brief mentions of blood, more soft clown changkyun. ➛summary: One last game, he tells himself. Just one last game, and he'll have enough money to take care of you the way you deserve, to show you how much you mean to him, to give you the life that you want... as long as he doesn't get caught. ➛notes: My second time writing Changkyun and as always, it's for the one and only @taetaesbaebaepsae. She had commissioned me (back when I still did those) to write something based on the God Damn MV, and then patiently waited for me to get my life together. I thoroughly enjoy creating new ways to hurt you with your ult bias, so I hope you enjoy this one! I did edit this one, but just barely, so please be gentle with me. Let me know what you think! ➛song: God Damn - I.M | Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo (Hippie Sabotage Remix) ➛tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae @lvupmushroom @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife - thank you for letting me use your likeness for this, and for looking it over to make sure it would truly hurt Kristy's feelings. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, bbs.

He’s an idiot, but you already knew that. 

The alcohol in his gut sloshes as he moves to stand, his glass painfully empty. Changkyun stumbles towards the bar, the thrumming in his head keeping pace with the bass thumping through the speakers of the club. 

His eyes are glassy, faraway when he reaches his destination, the cup fumbling out of his grasp as he indicates to the bartender he wants another. The bartender looks him over, seemingly debating on following through with the request, but he turns to grab the bottle of whisky regardless. 

Changkyun hates it. Hates that he’s so drunk, that you’re not here, that the guy serving him thinks he’s a mess. He knows he’s an idiot, that he should stop. Put down the glass and pick up his phone. That he should just call you and tell you he’s sorry for being such a moron all the time, and that he’ll listen to you from now on. That he does love you, and wants to take care of you, and he can fucking prove it, if you’ll let him.

But then he recalls the look in your eyes when you caught him – the disappointment, the pain – and he reaches for his now refilled glass, taking a swig before facing back towards the club. 

He doesn’t deserve it – doesn’t deserve you, to provide for you, to do any of it. Not when he’s such a jealous asshole, not when he’s such a fuck up. You deserve the world. Someone who can really give you what you need. 

Fuck, he wants to be that. There’s some moments when things are good, when you’re tucked into his arms in bed, sleeping softly beside him that he thinks he might be that – someone who can provide, be reliable, strong. But then he remembers your fights; his words of jealousy and anger, his avoidant nonchalant fake ass attitude, his fragile little ego shattering with a flick of your eyebrow and a sharp word. 

So he leaves his phone in his pocket, instead slinking back towards his booth before dropping into it. It was easy to ignore his friends’ questions, to insist that he was fine, to pretend to be more interested in the tray of shots being dropped off at the table. He accepted the small glass, slamming it down before he could think about the burn, about the empty churning in his stomach.

 It was easy to ignore his friends, but damn, Changkyun was tired of pretending he wasn’t fucking exhausted of trying to be okay without you. 

It had always been push and pull with him.

From the minute Changkyun had walked into Yvonne’s, the lounge where you worked, you could feel the snap of electricity, the buzz of magnetism that pulled you to him. He would’ve stood out from his clothing alone; his lithe form draped in a bright red perfectly cut suit, shirtless under the vest to show off his tanned, broad chest. The combination of cut and color was lethal on him and he knew it, his dark hair swept back to allow the full potency of his sharp gaze. The group of men he was with were also impeccably dressed and attractive, but there was something about him that had your eyes following him, unable to look away.

Luckily for you, he had seemed to feel the same way.

His friends had gone to sit at the Baccarat table in Kat’s section, but he had stayed behind, noting which tables your body was sliding between as you delivered drinks before he made his selection at the blackjack table at the end of your section.

He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you, ordering more drinks than he was actually playing cards you were certain, but you weren’t going to stop a paying customer. The table he was at was pretty low stakes overall; the crowd was a bunch of casual players, but he had enough money to keep up with the table, so they were willing to ignore his flirting. 

You were also trying to ignore it, playing into him enough to ensure your tip would be secure, but also knowing that this was likely all just fun for the rudely handsome stranger. And if there is one thing you enjoy doing, it’s having a little fun – especially while at work.

But there was something in the way he looked at you, the way that he spoke to you, that had you hanging on a bit more than you’d care to admit. You wanted to tell yourself it was just the fact that he looked like that in that suit – that his tattoos and cocky smirk on top of it all was just too  much for you – but you knew it was more than that. 

It was when you were dropping off his umpteenth cocktail that he finally made a move, his tattooed hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you and slide a piece of paper into your palm. 

“When do you get off?”

You smirked, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood in your veins at his skin touching yours. “Why? Who wants to know?” 

His face deadpanned, his mouth dropping to a pout, and the juxtaposition of such a cute expression on such a lethal man made you laugh.

“I don’t even know your name,” you clarified, pulling away from his grip and tucking the paper into your apron.

“You could call me whatever you wanted,” he replies, voice low, glare fixed on you, “but others call me Changkyun.” 

The same things that had drawn you to him also made you roll your eyes, his cockiness frustrating just as much as it was attractive. He insisted on waiting until you had finished your shift, ensuring that you  made it safely to your car before reminding you about the paper tucked into your apron pocket. 

“It has my phone number on it so you can text me and let me know what time you want me to pick you up tomorrow.” He had murmured, his face so close to yours that you had forgotten to breathe. 

“Pick me up, hmm? Well aren’t we feeling awfully sure of ourselves,” you replied in a shaky breath, hating how much he was affecting you.  “What are you picking me up for?”

“I was hoping to take you on a date, but if you have things you need to do - errands, work - that’s fine with me too. Just let me take care of you.” 

It was as easy as that, the way he slid into your life. You hadn’t believed the offer, not really, but decided to text him anyway. You had some things to do before your shift, why use your gas when you could waste his?

But Changkyun was effortless, showing up in gray sweats and a black t shirt promptly at the time you requested, ready to chauffeur you all over town. He kept up with your teasing about his sad fuckboy music he was listening to, and let you mess around with his AC without complaint, like he had been doing it for a hundred years. 

Maybe that’s how he broke your walls down – acting so nonchalant, while also being dependable, always showing up when and how he said he would, always ready with an easy smile and a light joke. 

It could have been days, maybe weeks, but it didn’t take long for you to realize you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. That you didn’t think you wanted to. 

Which was a complete contradiction to what you had told him – that you weren’t interested in anything serious, but if he played his cards right, you could be convinced for an evening of fun. An offer he had declined, telling you that he would wait until you changed your mind and wanted him fully. An answer that had infuriated you to no end, but one that felt inevitable. 

It was the 14th or 15th day of hanging out that he finally said the words, putting the feelings out into the space between you. His “I love you” came out rushed, as if the words had pained him, but the flush of his cheeks and shimmering soft eyes had you cracking, reaching for him to smash your mouth into his own. 

The kiss was unlike anything you had ever felt; the intense rush of heat nearly choking you when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. He groaned when you had opened, the feeling of his tongue on yours sending the kiss deeper, starved for each other. He tasted like whisky mixed with the faint hint of gummy bears he was always snacking on, and you were drunk on his mouth, drunk on him. You don’t even remember if you had said the words back, the volatile energy between you now snapped and now your full focus until it was fully satiated. 

Changkyun slotted into your life like he had always been there. The familiarity of it soothed you, brought you a deep peace that you didn’t know you needed – but there was the other side of you, the one that had never allowed anyone to get this close, that was terrified of what this would mean. That knew letting someone in also gave them the power to break you. 

It was always a push and a pull with him, an intoxicating desire to give in, to let your heart find a home with him – mixed with the fear that eventually, that home would be ripped away. 

“Fuck,” Changkyun cursed, and your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging. 

“No marks,” you reminded him, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his mouth at your throat. His tongue was laving at the junction of your skin between neck and collar bone, suckling it between his teeth before soothing it with sloppy kisses.

You had been pressed against the wall of your apartment, him latched to you like a man starving until you had coaxed him down the hall towards your bedroom, letting him push you down onto the bed before resuming his work on your neck.

“Mmm,” he acknowledged, though he didn't stop his ministrations. “I wish I could mark you up, make sure everyone at Yvonne’s knows who you come home to.”

You had let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling though he couldn’t see it. His silly jealousy over the stares you got while working at the lounge was just that - silly, nothing of merit - and yet, you couldn’t help but play into it just a little bit.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” you whispered, using your hand in his hair to guide him to your mouth, only stopping his descent when he was a breath away. 

“Don’t play games, sweetheart,” Changkyun leaned forward, nipping at your bottom lip, and your grip deepened. “We both know I’m the only one you’d let stick around this long.”

He was right about that. 

Closing the distance, you melted your mouth into his, letting him take control of the kiss for just a moment before you tug at his head once more, dragging him down your body. He complied quickly, pressing small kisses into your flesh as you guided him lower. 

“I don’t know,” you breathed, eyes hazy as Changkyun settled between your thighs, a groan leaving his throat when he saw you had forgone any kind of underwear beneath your skirt. “That one guy at table 7 was tipping really well, I bet I could-”

Your words were choked off with a moan as Changkyun dragged his tongue from the bottom of your cunt to your aching clit, giving it a singular swirl with the offending muscle before pulling back. 

“What was that?” he asked, but he didn't wait for a reply, not before delving back between your legs. He lapped at your center, taking his time tasting you before he settled up near your clit, sucking it between his lips. 

Any retort you had been working on died as he made quick work of you, sucking and licking until you were bucking up into his face, both hands tugging at his hair to hold him in place. He had become pliant beneath you, molding himself just where you needed in order to push you over the edge. Just when you felt like you couldn’t take any more, that you were going to snap, Changkyun slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards. 

“Please, come for me, sweetheart,” he begged, murmuring against the heat of your flesh. “I want it so bad.” 

His words were your undoing, and you find yourself doing exactly as he asked, moaning out his name as he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working you through it in tandem. 

You exploded, white bursting behind your eyelids until you were boneless, unable to do anything but ride out your orgasm at the will of the man in front of you. Changkyun made sure to taste every drop of your release, slowly sliding his hand away from you only to quickly replace it with his tongue to lap at you until you were shoving him away. 

You wanted to make him feel as good as you did in that moment, wanted to return the favor, so you pushed him off of you and onto his back, switching positions to settle between his legs.

Hands tugging at his boxer briefs, Changkyun complied to your silent request, lifting his hips until you could drag them off. You were quick to palm his erection in your hand and squeeze, relishing in the hiss he rewarded you with, your thighs squeezing together. 

“Please,” he groaned, and fuck did he beg so prettily. “I just want to be inside you already, let me be inside you, yeah?”

Teasing the head of his cock with your lips, you hummed, playing as if you were considering his words. The truth was, having a beautiful man like him pleading you for anything was your kryptonite, and you would give him anything he asked for as long as he sounded like that.

Taking a final swipe of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, you gave him a smirk, moving until you straddled him, hovering for just a moment. Grasping his length, you line him up with your dripping cunt, sinking onto him slowly, tortuously. 

You may be giving him what he had asked for, but only because you wanted to, because you had deemed it aligned with your desires. Changkyun gave you full control over your pleasure, and you took it greedily. 

Once fully seated, you moaned, hips beginning to undulate and swirl against his. Pressing your palms into his chest, you began to work yourself over him, sliding back and forth until you were panting, thighs burning. 

His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission before he did anything more than take what you were giving him. “Fuck me, Changkyun,” you gasped, voice teetering into a whine. “Wanna come on your cock.”

Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice, didn’t need any more instruction before he was thrusting up into you, pelvis meeting yours. His hands tugged you down until your chest was flush with his own, his mouth seeking yours and coaxing it into a filthy kiss. 

“Fuck, yes, please come on my cock,” he rasped against your lips, his pupils blown as they make contact with yours. His gaze was intense, searing, but you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. You wanted to be engulfed; consumed by him. “Use me, baby.”

Slamming down onto him, your pace began to turn frantic as he matched you thrust for thrust, each connection against your tender clit sending you further into oblivion. 

“You feel so good, Kyun,” you praised him, adjusting until your face was pressed to his neck. “So good for me, so perfect.” 

His answering moan reverberated in your chest, his arms tightening around you as his pace turned punishing, and it drove you crazy how something as simple as your words has him frenzied, falling apart beneath you.

Drunk on the power, you felt yourself hurtling towards your climax, nails digging into the skin on his back as he relentlessly slammed up into you. “Fuck, yes,” you cried, letting yourself go, giving in until you were over the edge, orgasm overtaking your senses. 

It was too much for Changkyun; the way your scent was all around him, intoxicating him, the way you were moaning curses and his name, the way you were clenching so fucking tightly against his cock. Before he could stop himself he was chasing his high right alongside you, shuddering as he pumped his release deep, unable to still his hips even when you were mewling from the sensitivity. 

Panting heavily against each other, you had tried to pull away only for Changkyun to roll you beneath him, pinning you under his weight. He was still fully lodged inside you, face nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your still sweaty-from-sex skin. 

“What are you doing, Kyun?” you chuffed, making a feeble attempt to lift his weight before letting him resettle against you. It was all for show, the response he expected from you. The truth was  you didn’t mind it - the feeling of him still inside you, the familiarity of his lips on your skin, the intimacy of it all - you didn’t mind it if it was with him. 

“Just let me hold you like this for a bit, hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, and you hummed your agreement, letting your eyes fall closed. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your throat before his breathing became measured, even, and you decided joining him in slumber wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Promise me,” you murmured, voice thick and lazy. You were still naked and draped across his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart. You had already woken and showered, deciding that clothes weren’t necessary before jumping back into bed together. That was several hours ago now. The smoke coming from his cigarette was curling up towards the ceiling, leaving a dreamy haze in the room. 

“I’d promise you anything,” he replied quickly, taking a drag, “but what specifically am I promising you this time, sweetheart?” 

“No more going to Kihyun’s high roller floors, Kyun. I know the pots are bigger, but you don’t know those men at those tables - not like I do.” You paused then, taking a shaky inhale. 

Being in your line of work, you were no stranger to dangerous men, however you purposefully stayed away from serving on those floors of the lounge for a reason. Those men were the worst of the worst, and even if they weren’t, they rubbed elbows and served those who were. Either way, the money may be sweet, but the risk wasn’t worth it. You made better than you ever had at the lounge with the sections you served,  and that was fine with you. 

But Changkyun had always wanted more. 

Ever since you had told him about your lofty dreams - the ones that you had saved for yourself in the darkest parts of the night, when your mind was racing and you couldn’t sleep - he hadn’t let them go. Truthfully, you always loved the idea of retiring your waitressing shoes and being able to finally write full time, working on the novel you’ve been imagining for years in some quiet home somewhere, tucked away from the world. But it broke you to see Changkyun willing to risk his life to see it come true by hanging around that crowd, placing higher and higher bets at Yvonne’s most hazardous tables. 

It was strange for you to accept that he would even want to do this for you, to support you in this way, but he always knew how to soothe those concerns, promising you that he genuinely wanted to care for you before gently ribbing you to stop being so damn stubborn. 

However, it was his stubbornness that had been creating a wedge between you. 

“They’re bad people, Changkyun. And I don’t mean like - scamming old ladies for their pension money bad, either. I mean like extremely shady dealings with people who are involved with things that would get them sent to prison, bad.” 

His free hand fell to your head then, smoothing your hair back as he took another puff of his cigarette. 

“I know they are. I’m only just polite enough for the rules of the game, I never engage with them more than that. I’m not there for friends or connections, just the money.” He took a final pull before dropping the spent butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his other hand moving to rest over the one you had placed on his heart.

“I get that, but it doesn’t take much to get on their bad side. It could be the slightest thing. Sometimes, just winning is all it takes.” 

He sighed, but let the silence linger, instead letting himself get lost in stroking your hair softly. You were about to say something again, to make sure he had heard you, when he finally spoke. 

“I just want to take care of you, you know?” His voice was low, thick with emotion, though he tried to swallow it back. “Give you what you deserve.” 

That pain came back, the one deep in your chest, and you sat up to face him. “I know that. But I already have everything that I need, right here.” 

You tap his chest once, twice - his hand still firmly resting on top of your own. 

He met your gaze, giving you a small, cocky smirk, as if his eyes weren’t shiny with unshed tears. “What, you mean this hot body?” 

You scoffed, eyes rolling. Maybe you should’ve called him out on his side stepping, forcing him to vocalize that look he had been giving you, but instead you fell back into step with your teasing. It was, after all, the familiar dance between you two. 

“No, stupid. I meant you - you’re all I need. The rest of this shit is just noise.” 

“I bet I can make you make some noise–”

“Changkyun–”

“Okay okay,” he laughed as your soft touch turned into pointed jabs into his chest, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and stop your onslaught. “I hear you, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ll stay away,” he said, pulling you up and back until you’re leaning against his chest, arms still wrapped tight around you.

“Promise me?” This time when you say it, you made sure your eyes were locked on his, made sure the fear you felt was evident behind the words. 

“I promise.” 

It felt like a sign from the universe. Well, either that, or a promise from the devil.

But sometimes, those can look the same. 

The posting for Kihyun’s upcoming game had just gone up, but it was already making the rounds. Games like these were advertised in a certain way - you had to know where to find it in order to play, and the regular gamblers all knew the common message boards to keep an eye on. Changkyun hadn’t been looking for it, wasn’t even checking the forums anymore – but had gotten a text about it from Joohoney, a screenshot of the flyer accompanying his message of “Bro, did you see this shit??” 

A high stakes game, in two nights. The winning pot large enough that he would be able to retire you permanently, and he wouldn’t be too far behind you, honestly. You were already off work that night, plans in place for a girls night with Kat and a few of the other servers, so you wouldn’t be at Yvonne’s. 

It would just be one last time.

One last game, and with enough luck, he could finally give you the life that you’ve always wanted, provide for you in the way a man should.  Sure, you wouldn’t like it – the idea of him going to the tables again –  but that was only if you found out, and the chances of that were slim.

He could win the money and set it aside, give himself a week or two of regular games to make it seem a bit more feasible. A few days of being off your feet and back on your laptop would have you forgetting about work anyway, and the top floor of Yvonne’s would fade quickly away from your memory. 

It had to be a sign. He could do it, could pull it off, could be the man that you deserve. 

His fingers hovered over his phone, the reply ready to be sent to Joohoney. It would be just as easy to delete it, to tell him that he’s done with that shit. To text his best friend back and tell him that he can’t, because he told you he would walk away and stay away from those men. Joohoney might give him some shit, but he would understand, likely wouldn’t push the matter. 

But the money…

It didn’t take long for Changkyun to do the math; it would take months at the regular tables to get this kind of money, and that’s only if he kept winning. Which didn’t seem like long in the grand scheme of things, but when he thought of how your eyes lit up at the idea of writing full time, made it seem like it was centuries. 

You wouldn’t have to know. It would just be one last time. 

He pressed send on the text, foot tapping nervously until he saw the read receipt pop up under his message. 

“I’m in - one last game.”

You were mad at him again, but your friends didn’t need to know that. 

All they needed to know was that you were in the mood for a girls night out, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d be there in their sluttiest outfit ready to indulge with you. 

However, it only took you ordering the second round of shots to have Bri’s questioning stare fixed on your own.

“So, what did he do this time?” she deadpanned, sipping from her straw. 

“What? Who? I don’t know what you speak of,” you replied. “I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.” 

“Sure, okay,” Kat nodded, giving a convincing performance of someone who actually believed your nonsense. “If he didn’t do anything, then why isn’t he here, buying us all drinks?”

She had you there. Changkyun was always wanting to show up on your nights out – not to crash them, but so that you and your friends could enjoy your time without having to worry about a single thing. He covered the tabs, made sure everyone was having fun, and ensured each person got home safely – all while staying tucked away at a nearby table until you needed him, never putting too much pressure on you. 

It had pissed you off the first time he had suggested it, but after he showed you what he meant, showed you how he could be supportive in the shadows while still letting you shine, you had slowly given in. Part of you loved being able to enjoy yourself with your friends while knowing he was always looking out, even if he wasn’t directly visible. 

“Maybe he’s busy.”

Twin glares pinned you to your seat, and you allowed several beats of the bass blaring in the speakers to pass before caving. 

“Okay, fine, yes. We’re having a slight disagreement,” you conceded with a sniff, “over something that happened at work.”

“Wait a minute - is this about what happened with Vanda?” Kat questioned, mentioning the newest server at the lounge. She had only started a few weeks prior, but had been making a lot of work for you - constantly acting like she knew what she was doing in front of management, only to flounder and follow you and the senior staff around asking a million questions the minute they weren’t on the floor. 

It wasn’t her confidence in her lacking serving skills that had bothered you, not really. It was more so how the minute she did get called out on a mistake, she was quick to try to throw you and your friends - the same people who had just been helping her ass - under the bus. 

You had told Changkyun about an incident earlier in the week of this exact scenario – she was flirting with another customer instead of checking on the tables in her section, and a patron of hers ended up getting up to go to the bar to order a drink. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, mistakes happen after all, except she had immediately told the manager on duty that you had promised to cover that table. Which was news to you.

“Are you serious? After all the help you’ve given her?” Changkyun had shook his head, irritation evident in his voice. “Did you tell the manager the truth? Who was on?”

You had smothered a smile at the question, trying and failing to hide how much you loved him wanting to know more about your life. 

“It was Amy, and yeah, I told her. She believed me, but still. I don’t get it, I’ve never done anything to that girl.”

“Want me to show up to Yvonne’s and request her section with the guys, give her some shit? You know how annoying I can be when I want to,” he offered, brows raised in a teasing lilt, but you could tell by the line of his mouth that he meant it. 

“Yes, I do know how truly annoying you can be. It’s almost like a super power.”

He grinned then, a full one, and you wanted to kiss his stupid mouth. 

“But no, it’s fine. I got this. I know how to handle people like this, and having anyone else fight the battle for me will only make her more bold about it.” This wasn’t your first rodeo, after all - you had been serving a long time, and doing luxury serving at Yvonne’s for even longer than Vanda had been out of diapers. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle people. 

But did Changkyun listen to you?

Well no, of course not. 

He did exactly as he had threatened - showed up the following day with his full group of rowdy friends, sitting in her section and dedicated to being the most obnoxious people Vanda dealt with all night. They didn’t do anything harassing or illegal, just toed the line of being pretentious drunk pricks gambling and drinking – sending back drinks for being made incorrectly, asking for complicated cocktails and shots, requesting a rundown of the entire menu before telling her they were no longer hungry.

Kat and Bri had found it hilarious, stating that your boyfriend’s malicious compliance of the rules while still making Vanda run around so much she was pouring sweat was truly an artform. And there was a tiny piece of you, deep in your soul, that was pleased at the lengths he was willing to go for you. 

But you were also pissed, because you had been exactly right. It did nothing to stop Vanda from sending bullshit your way; if anything, it had spurred her on, the following shift of yours even more annoying and mind numbing after hours of her questions and subtle sabotage.  

“Yes, it’s about what happened with Vanda! I told him to let me handle it, and he didn’t listen. I know he meant well, I get that, but still. He didn’t listen.” You had known his heart was in the right place - you hadn’t questioned that. But it didn’t negate the fact that it made you feel so small when he didn’t listen to your requests. 

“I thought that was hilarious,” Bri said, arm reaching out for another shot glass. She had one already prepped in front of her, but preferred taking her shots two at a time. “But I get it. Vanda’s been worse since.”

“I can handle Vanda, I don’t really care about that. But it feels like our fights are usually because he just doesn’t listen to what I’m telling him. It’s like he thinks he knows better than me.” 

Deep down, you know he didn’t mean it in this way, but it was like he didn’t trust you - your judgment, your read on the situation, whatever it is – and that hurt, especially when you had worked so hard to open up that piece of yourself to him. 

“And I know that I’m not always right, and it’s not like I don’t want to hear his opinions, but I don’t like the choice being taken from me. Or worse, dangled in front of me like he’s going to consider my feelings, only to have him do whatever.” 

Downing her two shots in rapid succession, Bri shook her head, reaching for her chaser before speaking. “I think that’s part of the problem, he thinks he is considering your feelings. He thinks he’s standing up for you and fighting for you. He thinks he’s taking some of that burden off your plate.” 

“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”

“When is the last time you let anyone fight a battle for you?” Kat interrupted, elbows leaning on the table to make direct eye contact with you. “You tell everyone that you got it, that you can handle it. And we’ve seen you do it, so it’s not that we don’t believe you. But sometimes, we want to help you, for no other reason than we love you. And we can.” 

The direct read into your defenses had your throat tightening, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to form and ruin your makeup. 

“He should listen and take your feelings into consideration, absolutely,” Kat continued, voice gentle, “but also, you should let him support you and help more. I think if you let him be there for you in smaller ways, he wouldn’t feel the need to be the knight in shining armor so much.” 

There was a lot of wisdom in your friend's words, and you had taken a moment of silence to chew on it, to let it sink in. 

“He really loves you, you know that, right? So stop being a dumb bitch about it,” Bri deadpanned, but her expression was soft, “and let him love you. And you know I say that with affection.”

“I know,” you said, nodding at your friends. As much as it wasn’t easy to admit, they had a point, which also meant that maybe Changkyun did, as well. “Thank you both, seriously.” 

It had only taken one text message, a quick “This tab isn’t going to pay itself” with a kissing emoji to have him showing up at the bar, settling into a table a few down from your own with a wink and a sly smirk, where he proceeded to wait out the evening, taking care of you and your friends as always when the time came. 

“I’m still annoyed with you,” you had panted against his mouth when you got home, letting him push you up against the wall and cage you in with his arms. He was on you like a starved man, and it had made your buzz intensify, making you drunk on him, his kiss. 

“Of course, I understand,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible in the urgency of his lips. 

You had to fight to pull away, using one hand on the base of his throat to push him back for a moment to catch your breath. 

“But, also, thank you. For what you did with Vanda. And for always wanting to protect me.”

If Changkyun noticed how soft your voice got, he didn’t say anything, instead leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was going to say something – probably something devastatingly sweet – and you needed to finish what you were going to say, before the bravery lost you. 

“I’m not used to having someone who wants to fight with me, or for me, you know.” 

“I know,” he replied in a rush, like he had already known your confession, knew what you were going to say long before the words had formed.  “I know, and I also shouldn’t be an ass and push all the time. But I will always protect you, yeah?” 

Nodding, you fought back tears for the second time that evening, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting him see the emotion in your face. 

“You’re mine, and I will always fight for you, sweetheart.” 

This time when he kissed you, it was slow, purposeful, heated. Like he was going to  make sure you felt and wanted for nothing other than him, his touch, and that you could allow yourself to fall into him forever and would always have a safe place to land. 

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, to be vulnerable with someone, to let them in, if you could feel like this. 

Or maybe it wasn’t so bad, only because it was Changkyun. 

Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.

So why did Changkyun feel a ball of anxiety forming in the base of his gut?

Everything had been going according to the plan so far, not that there was much of a plan for any of this. It mostly relied on you and your friends being away from Yvonne’s for the night, which was easy enough since you were all off on the same evening. A rarity that you all were going to take advantage of, and had planned for movie night with drinks and sushi take out over at Kat’s place, an event that was common enough that Changkyun knew it usually ended in a sleepover. 

He had dropped you off an hour prior, kissing you gently and shouting a greeting down the hall to the girls before heading back to the car, ignoring the feeling of guilt roiling in his stomach. He had just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for you, doing this so he could support you and give you the life that you deserved. 

It was one last time, one last game. 

But that pit didn’t dissipate as the evening went on, not even when he met with Joohoney who had insisted he take a shot when they arrived at Yvonne’s to help with his nerves. It had burned his esophagus, blurring the edges of his tension a bit, enough that he felt confident walking through the lounge next to his friend.. 

“You good?” Joohoney asked, slapping a hand on his shoulder. 

Changkyun nodded. “Yeah, just really wanna win some money, you know?” 

Joohoney had given him an understanding grin before guiding him past the tables in the lower section of Yvonne’s towards the stairs leading up to the high roller tables. 

“It's our lucky night, Kyun,” Joohoney said, pausing in front of the door leading to where the game was about to begin. Through the heavily frosted glass, Changkyun could see several bodies already seated at the few VIP tables, and he felt his pulse spike.  “We’re going to win.”

“I hope you’re right.”

The sleepover at Kat’s had been just the reset you needed. 

A night of screaming at the television, drinking cocktails and eating your bodyweight in sushi with your friends was healing in more ways than one, and you had left the next morning feeling lighter and more content than you remembered in a while. 

 It was surprising to find your apartment dark and quiet when you returned, as you had assumed Changkyun would be there waiting for you, like he always was. You had given him a key long ago, figuring there was no point in pretending like he didn’t spend all of his free time glued to your side, but not fully ready to give up the independence of living alone quite yet. 

Sending him a quick text, you let him know that you’re home and about to catch up on sleep before your shift later. He replies quickly that he had fallen asleep at his place after a late night with Joohoney, but that he would be there once you got off work. 

Nothing had felt out of the ordinary, and you felt energized enough from your nap to get ready quickly, getting to work much earlier than you normally would for a shift.

You should’ve known something was up the minute you walked into work and saw that Vanda had a shit eating grin on her face.

She kept sneaking side glances, watching you with a scrutiny that made you uneasy. She’s normally more obvious in her attempts to annoy you, and her passive aggressiveness is setting your teeth on edge. 

After the third glare and giggle on your way to drop off more drinks, you decide you’re going to confront her and ask her what her deal is, when she beats you to it.

“Did you have fun last night?” Vanda questions, a stupid smirk on her face. 

“Why do you care?”

“Seemed like Changkyun did,” she continued, like you hadn’t asked a question. Your stomach dropped.

Raising a brow, you wait for her to go on, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction. She clearly knew something that you didn’t, and she was already well aware of that fact. 

“How much did he actually end up winning last night? I mean, him and Joohoney were upstairs until last call, and he seemed pretty happy when he left.”

Instantly, your throat tightens, unease now unfurled into full blown anxiety. He was here last night? If he was here last night, and with Joohoney upstairs, no less…

“I didn’t manage to hear how much he won, just that Changkyun shouldn’t worry, because you would never find out.”

It was enough. You had heard enough. 

It was surprising how quickly you switched into autopilot, spinning on your heel and striding out of the room before your throat tightens, before your vision fully blurs. Vanda says something more behind you, a lilt of concern in her voice, but you can’t hear her, not anymore. 

 Your mind quiets as your body takes control, moving you to find your manager to tell her that you need to leave, before grabbing your purse and coat, and leaving the lounge. Turning towards your apartment, your rage fuels your step, gut churning with the betrayal of knowing the only reason why Changkyun would be upstairs at Yvonne’s last night, why he would be leaving looking so pleased with himself. 

The wind bit at your face, chapping your lips,  but you didn’t care; needing the night air in your lungs and for the anger to be burned out in your movement before seeing him. 

Because once you walked out your anger and faced the betrayal, you would need to deal with the deep seated fear for Changkyun’s safety, and how the hell you would be able to protect him now. 

Changkyun wasn’t expecting you so early when you barged into the apartment, and the mix of confusion and excitement quickly bled away once he saw the look on your face. 

He strides towards you, grabbing your shoulders, concern knitting his brow. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Blinking, you allow yourself a moment to stare at him, to drink in his full mouth and stupid handsome face, before you swallow around the knot in your throat. 

“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.” 

You hate how your voice sounds; weak and strained and like you’re just bone deep tired, defeated. Maybe you are. 

“What are you talk-”

“Tell me that you weren’t upstairs at Yvonne’s last night,” you sigh, irritated with the ruse. “Tell me that you didn’t go and do the exact thing that you promised me you wouldn’t, and that I didn’t have to find out from fucking Vanda, of all people.”

Pulling away, you slide from his grasp, tucking your arms around your middle so that you wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out for him. It was tortuous, how much you want to reach for him, even when your heart is breaking. 

“Sweetheart, I just- it was just going to be one last time, one last game. The pot was too good, it was enough to get you set up, so you could quit,” he lets the sentence hang, almost waiting for you to interrupt, but when you stay silent, he continues. “Joohoney made sure everything was good, and we won just enough to get what we needed, not enough to rock too many boats. I had it under control.” 

Closing your eyes, you let the last sentence settle around your shoulders like a heavy weight, the same old feelings bubbling up. “It wasn’t about you being in control or not, Changkyun. It was about listening to me, actually listening to me. You promised.”

It was on the last word that you broke, that the tears started to fall, and for once you didn’t turn away, wanting him to see. 

“You promised me you would stay away, and then you didn’t. You hid it. You thought you knew what was best for me, instead of just listening to me.” 

Pain laces Changkyun’s face as he takes a step towards you, only pausing when you take an equal step backwards. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know better, I just-”

“Please leave. I’m done.” Your voice is low but measured, certain. 

“Baby, please, let me just explain, and- and-”

“I don’t want to hear an explanation. I want you to leave.” Tears continue to fall, but you don’t drop his stare, willing him to understand just how serious this all is, how serious you are. 

He wants to fight it, wants to say more, but something in your eyes must convince him, because he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he moves back to the couch, grabbing his coat and phone, before making his way to the door. His gaze is mournful as he gives you one last look, lingering, before shutting the door behind him. 

You aren’t sure how long you stand there, unmoving, before the autopilot kicks back into gear, forcing your limbs to move. Heading towards your room, you place your phone on the charger before you curl into your bed, surrounding yourself with the blankets and the lingering scent of Changkyun. 

And then you let yourself break down. 

Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk. 

He shouldn’t have taken that last shot, especially not after that last drink from the bar. It was too much, but fuck it. Who cares?

“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” he mumbles to himself, not caring how crazy he looks. He wishes someone would just give him some direction, tell him what he would need to do in order to fix this. 

He didn’t listen. He never listens. 

And now he’s lost the only good thing he’s ever fucking had, the only reason he got up each morning and what’s the point, if you’re gone? 

Fuck. Fuck. 

Sliding down low in the booth, he lets his head hang, the whisky glass precariously dangling in his hand. His body felt so heavy, so numb, and yet the anguish deep in his chest only worsened, throbbed along to music blaring in the club. 

If only he could apologize, he’d beg for mercy, he’d promise he’d never fuck up like this ever again. Explain how you were right - how he doesn’t need the money, or any of that shit, as long as he had you. 

He needs you.

His heart is in a vice grip, squeezing so tightly that he thinks he might explode from his body, his skin, until he’s nothing but red.

Pain suddenly licks up Changkyun’s palm, and he looks down to see the glass cup gone. In its place are thousands of tiny shards, twinkling in the dim club lights, reflecting everything back to him. More red, but this time welling in his palm, pooling in the deep lines of the skin. 

“What the fuck, are you alright dude?” 

Changkyun thinks it’s Joohoney who asks him, or maybe it’s Hyungwon? It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s not you.  

He goes to stand, to ask for a bandage or a rag or something, but instead his vision blurs, the room spinning. And then he’s flat on his back, blinking up at the cacophony of lights, faces coming in and out of focus, but not the one he needs, not the one he’s looking for. 

He can faintly hear his friends talking to him, feel them digging in his pockets for his phone, but he can’t be present anymore. It’s too torturous, too heavy. Much easier to close his eyes, to think about your face. To let himself get lost forever. 

He’s happy to die here on the floor of this stupid club, imagining your smile, your laugh, your lips as you say his name.

Changkyun just wants to take care of you, just wants to give you everything that you deserve. How can he do that if he’s here? If he can’t listen? 

He lets the darkness swallow him.

Changkyun isn’t sure where he is. 

He feels like he got hit by a truck, his head specifically feeling like it had been trampled on, though it’s his right palm that's aching in time to his pulse. 

Without moving, he opens his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, wherever he is, and his head is propped on a pillow, body stretched out on a couch. He can see a small trash can directly in front of him, as if whomever brought him here wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of finding a bathroom if the contents of his stomach decided to make a reappearance, and he groans.

Fingers swipe through his hair, easing the pounding in his skull by a fraction.

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Changkyun thinks he has to still be sleeping, must be having a very good dream if it’s your voice he’s hearing, your scent he’s inhaling as he settles onto the pillow. He smiles to himself, not wanting to speak and having the dream fade too soon. 

“Changkyun? Are you going to answer me?” This time, you peer over him, leaning down to stroke his face. You let your fingers linger briefly on his cheekbone before lightly touching his lips.

His eyes snap open. 

“Is this real?” He asks, voice hoarse, gaze searching your own. He doesn’t feel strong enough to sit up quite yet, but you don’t seem to want to make him, either. “Are you really here?”

“Technically, you’re here at my place, but yes, it’s real.” You reply, your nails sliding back up to his hair to give his scalp a soothing scratch.

He swallows as he stares at you, as he drinks in the tenderness in your eyes that he thought he wouldn’t get a chance to see again. It took him a moment before he recognized your apartment in the dim light, and another more before realizing the pillow he’s laying on is settled in your lap. 

Even knowing that this was real, that you truly let him back in, he was still too scared to speak, not wanting to scare you off. Not wanting the moment to end. 

When he finally gathered enough courage, he cleared his throat.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. I don’t listen. I hear what you say, and then just act like an ass who thinks he knows everything.” Changkyun swallows thickly. “The only thing I do know is that you’re my everything. You’re all I need. Please, don’t give up on me yet.”

His pleas make your eyes well, and you force yourself to take an even inhale before speaking. 

You want to tell him that you couldn’t give him up, that you had tried because you knew it would be easier in the long run, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You want to say that you had regretted telling him to leave the moment the words left your lips, that you hadn’t meant them. You want to say that you were just so tired of not being heard, of people making decisions for you.

Instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “Now why would I do that, after all the trouble I went through to patch up your hand while you were black out?”

You will tell him those things, but later. When the sting of last night had faded a bit from both of your memories, and the impact intended can land. 

He gives you a small grin, meeting your gaze. His hand - the bandaged one - raises slowly, tentatively, until it’s cupping your cheek.

“I just wanted to give you the world,” Changkyun murmurs, almost reverently. “I will give you the world, the right way. It might take me longer, but I will.”

His words soften you more, and you reach for his other hand, pulling him up until he’s facing you. He’s slow to move, the onset of a hangover taking hold, but eventually he settles sitting upright, eyes still intense on your own. 

He  is always trying to take care of you, trying to lessen your burdens. You know you’re not the best at accepting the help, but dammit, you were trying. For him. And he was trying for you, too. 

You lean forward until your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling. 

“I already have it, stupid.”

He kisses you then, a gentle press of lips that quickly builds, as everything always does with him. A push and a pull. Changkyun leans away slightly,  grins against your mouth. “I’m an idiot, but you already knew that.”

“You’re my idiot. The rest is just noise.”

[moonhoures]

Stargazing

🕷️ kinktober — day 8: choking 🕸️

pairing: changkyun (monsta x) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, kyun sucks his own fingers, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names: ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘naughty girl’ (all for reader), kyun slaps reader’s ass once

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: you and your boyfriend discover a kink of yours 🤭

a/n: me while writing this > 🫨🫨🫨

posted: october 8, 2023

kinktober masterlist

“You really couldn’t wait until we got to the shower, huh?”

“I’ve been waiting since we left this afternoon, so no. I can’t wait any longer,” your words came out half-muffled as your lips pressed kisses to the skin of your boyfriend’s newly-exposed chest. His collarbones, neck, and pecs were getting all the love you could give them, and he couldn’t help but smile. You were so desperate for him. He loved when you got like this.

“If I knew you’d be like this, I would’ve fucked you before we left.”

You let out a soft whine that had him biting back a laugh. Changkyun had told you he had some quick errands to run which included stopping at his workplace for an hour or so. You offered to tag along, knowing you had nothing else to do for the day. But what you didn’t sign up for was being forced to go throughout your entire day watching your boyfriend saunter around in the most simple, yet hottest outfit he could wear. Tattered jeans and a white, sleeveless muscle top that showed off his sides and drooped low enough on his chest to show the top of it. He also had a black beanie that hid his fluffy hair, and to top it all off, a chain that dangled around his neck. There was nothing particularly extravagant about the look, but he looked like a model to you. And you made it very clear to him how much he was turning you on.

The knowing glances. The pointed compliments. The not-so-innocent touches. The lustful confession of how horny he was making you. He had told you in the car to prepare for when you got home, insinuating that he would take care of you during a shower, and you couldn’t wait. It all boiled down to you two making it through the front door and instantly pouncing on each other. You had managed to pull off his shirt as you made it into the bedroom, but you just couldn’t hold out anymore.

“So needy,” he smirked.

His eyes closed for a moment as your lips trailed back up his neck and to his jaw. He reached up, clutching your chin to bring your lips to his ravenously. Low, grumbling sounds echoed from his chest as he kissed you. Your waist was pulled in close to his by his other arm, and the next thing you knew your back was against the wall. The back of your head bumped lightly against the hard surface behind you as you continued to make out passionately.

Your hands plucked at his clothes, urging him to strip, or at the very least, free his cock that you needed so badly. And your mouth watered at the sight of it alone. You had seen his length countless times, but it never failed to send arousal pooling between your legs every time. The things it could do to you. The things it has done to you. You were buzzing with anticipation.

“You’ve already got me so hard,” he breathed out, catching your gaze briefly before you both watched your hand beginning to stroke him. Small moans and whimpers of your name graced your ear, making you grin. You loved when he moaned your name.

“Good.”

Your boyfriend bucked into your grip, attempting to get some more friction. His tip was starting to leak with precum just for you, and as it made a mess on your hand, you itched to have him inside of you. Fortunately, Kyun was having the same thoughts.

“Turn around for me.”

No hesitation. In seconds, you had swiveled around, facing the wall of your bedroom. You waited, rather impatiently, hips swaying back a little as if to urge him to enter you already. But all you got was his hands on your ass, rubbing the bare skin before landing one, nice slap against your right cheek.

“Kyun-“ you warned him, but got a snarky chuckle in response.

“Sorry, babe, I couldn’t resist.”

“Just fuck me, please,” you whined, “I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Really? All day?” he continued to tease you, both verbally and physically, as he pumped his cock behind you. You could feel the head of it bumping against your cheek, leaving behind a spot of wetness on your skin.

“Yes, all day,” you had a hint of aggression as you confirmed your horniness yet again, if only for the amusement of your boyfriend. A moan freefell from your parted lips and your body jolted forward slightly at the feeling of his fingers swiping up through your lips, collecting your arousal on his fingertips. He smiled to himself as he brought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.

“Just for me,” he said it, not as a question, but as a statement. He didn’t need to ask. He knew it was all for him. It was always for him. Nobody else. “Are you ready?”

“Kyun, if you don’t fuck me in the next ten seconds-“

“Alright, alright.”

He cut you off, his hands grabbing a stern hold of your hips as he thrusted into you slowly but deeply. You felt your breath escape you in one gasp and you quickly braced yourself, placing your palms against the wall in front of you before you could smash your face against it. Once he knew you were secure, he began pounding into you just how he knew you would want it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Yet, careful. He only thrusted into you as much as he knew you could handle, and he kept it just soft enough that you wouldn’t be smushed against the wall in an uncomfortable way. Even when he noticed your breasts getting squished against the hard surface, he made a point to ease you back against his chest.

“How’s that, baby? Just what you wanted?”

You nodded, fingers gripping but unable to catch anything on the smooth wall while his dick brushed the spot inside of you that you could never reach on your own.

“This what you wanted all day, huh? For me to fuck you good? You should’ve just asked.”

His breath tickled your ear, making your head tilt, but he simply nudged your head to the other side before he placed kisses along your neck. Your body continued to bounce with every push of his hips against your ass, and almost every push caused a groan or a whine or a moan of his name to expel itself from your pretty lips. He couldn’t get enough. His fingers found homes all over your body, becoming nomads that roamed the terrain of your skin. The curves of your hips. The expanse of your stomach. The valley and swells of your breasts. He cupped them, his cock twitching within your walls as he felt your hard nipples underneath his palms.

“Fuck, I love you,” was muffled into the space below your ear before he kissed it. He left more kisses along your shoulder, but paused when he felt that familiar sensation building deep inside of him. His grip on you tightened, his arms restricting you even more than before. One arm wrapped around your midriff while the other snaked closer to your chest.

“Kyun, oh my God,” you moaned as his thrusts grew deeper. He was grinding himself almost strategically, his erection hitting you exactly where you needed it. You screwed your eyes shut for a moment as the warning signs of your orgasm appeared. Your heated skin. Your tensing muscles. Your bated breath. The warmth in your tummy.

And it all came crashing over its apex when his hand slid between the valley of your breasts, past your collarbones. His fingers reached up to the column of your throat. You didn’t even have a moment to prepare yourself before he was adding pressure to it, causing a small feeling of panic to brew in your mind. It quelled itself soon enough, once you remembered that this was Changkyun. He has never hurt you, and would never hurt you. Still, he had never attempted choking you before, so there was an exhilaration you had never experienced before. You hadn’t gone even ten seconds with restricted air before he was letting up again. And by then you had already came.

“Did you like that?” his voice was deeper than before, rumbling with a newfound sense of lust. He didn’t mean to choke you. Honestly, he didn’t. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he stopped, but he also noticed that you had came—hard. Your pussy was still clenching around him like crazy when he spoke, “You naughty girl.”

“Stop,” you whined, knowing he was teasing but still feeling a small sliver of humiliation from his words.

“It’s okay. Everyone has kinks. I just didn’t think you liked getting choked out,” he reached up with the same hand that had asphyxiated you, tilting your face towards his so he could look you in the eyes. Your noses were merely an inch apart, “You did like it, didn’t you? Cause you came pretty hard.”

“Mhm,” you admitted it weakly, but you didn’t feel as shameful when he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips that grew hungrier by the second. He had been still since you came but now he was shallowly and slowly thrusting again. The faintest of whimpers mumbled from your lips as the kiss became sloppier.

“You want more?” he grunted against your lips, getting an eager nod in response.

A low, animalistic moan from Changkyun’s lips met your whimpers as his hand rested against your neck again. This time the pads of his fingertips felt like heaven as they naturally fell into the dips below your jaw. Your skin felt like velvet under his palms. And when he added just enough pressure, you could hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears louder than ever. Little bursts of white spots sparkled among the black abyss behind your eyelids. You moaned, but no sound came out. You gasped for air, but no oxygen met your lungs. Your walls clenched around your boyfriend’s cock. He shivered as his hips stuttered, and he came inside of you, secretly loving the feeling of both of your climaxes leaking down his balls and your thighs. He lowkey loved making a mess with you. Besides, you were going to join him for round two in the shower anyways.

As he released your throat from his hold, you sucked in a gulp of air, filling your lungs with its necessities. Changkyun’s thumb soothed the space just between your collarbones while he pressed his lips lovingly along the side of your neck, “You’re so hot.”

— taglist #1

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— skyline (i.m)

genre; smut, fluff

pairings; idol!changkyun, afab!reader

w/c; 2k

synopsis; after months of lusting over shownu’s sister, changkyun and Y/N get drunk and start playing truth dare.

warnings; cursing, drinking, oral (female receiving), riding, unprotected sex

a/n; i don’t write for monsta x, this is for my bestie who is the #1 changkyun stan, but if you want to see who i write for, i’ll tag my masterlists.

[ masterlists ]

the way she sits on her bed crossed legged while looking in her mirror that i envy, drives me crazy.

while changkyun writes the poem he’s been thinking of lately, his door was opened by his roommate shownu, and he shoves the journal under his pillow fast.

“sorry, just reminding you, i’m flying to europe later. i left some money so if Y/N gets hungry or anything, you can use that. please protect my sister changkyun, don’t let anyone come over we don’t know.”

shownu was leaving for 3 days to promote his solo album while you stayed at the apartment with his roommate and it was more like a break from your controlling brother.

when shownu leaves the room, changkyun pulls the book out again and sighs when he looks at the poem titled “Y/N.”

he wasn’t proud of having a crush on his best friends sister but spending everyday with you, it began to be hard not to notice your cute habits, or your personality quirks that he shared.

before your brother leaves, you put on a show, pouting then kissing his cheek, “why does it have to be like this? i’ll miss you, but take your time, love you.”

shownu stops the door from closing and looks at you with his serious eyes, “no parties, the last thing i want is publicity about changkyun and i throwing a huge party, got it?”

you roll your eyes but understand where he’s coming from so you just nod, “alright i promise, be safe, text me when you arrive.”

the boys were nice enough to offer their extra room while you study in seoul, so you decide to be a good sister and not invite anyone over.

30 minutes later, changkyun walks past your open door shirtless and you hum at the sight, “gorgeous,” you whisper to yourself and watch as he makes himself something to drink in the kitchen.

he turns around to see you now sitting at a bar stool while staring at him and he jumps, “you’re so quiet.” he laughs but avoids eye contact so he just stares down at his tea, awkwardly stirring it.

“you know my brother left me some cash, but we have enough food, shall we order some beer?” changkyun thinks for a bit, weighing the pros and cons but gave in when he sees your cute pout.

“sure, but we need to pace ourselves and be sure not to get too drunk, alright?”

that was the original plan, but the both of you are currently playing cham cham cham on his bed with 3 empty beer bottles littered around.

you won the round and throw your arms up in victory, “i win again” changkyun’s eyes were halfway closed from the alcohol and he gags at the smell before taking the shot, making you laugh.

you felt bad about his continuous failure so you suggest another game. “how about truth or dare?”

“sounds good, i’ll go first, truth or dare?” you think and nervously whisper, “truth.”

“is monsta x your favorite group?”

you laugh at his question and take the shot, making changkyun gasp playfully, “i’m telling shownu.”

“truth or dare?”

he hums, “dare.”

“i dare you to call my brother and tell him that we’re doing,”

he takes the shot and giggle, knowing that’s what he’d do.

after a few more rounds you decide to make it interesting, “i dare you to show me your muscles.”

changkyun hides his face with a blush and you groan when he started to fill the shot glass. “noo, show me.”

he clears his throat and lifts his arms, flexing as hard as he could, “your arms are as big as my thighs.”

he got you back by daring you to show him your favorite body part on him, which led you to poking his nose.

changkyun chuckles, “my face?”

you shake your head and sit on your knees, leaning closer to him, “your nose.”

he gets compliments on his nose by fans often but this time his heart started racing fast, “what’s your favorite part on me?”

changkyun already knew, but he eyes you up and down slow anyway, “your legs.” you blush, looking at your legs, but they just look like regular legs to you. “they look pretty when you wear skirts.”

you raise an eyebrow, “do you look at them secretly when i wear skirts?” changkyun shamefully nods but you laugh at him, “it’s okay, i watch you too.”

“what do you watch?” you bite the inside of your cheek and look down, “i like when you wear sweatpants.”

changkyun looks down at the sweatpants he was currently wearing and laughs, “why?”

“your dick print.” you were blunt which made him turn his head so you didn’t see the blush that covered his face.

“i like when you wear these shirts, especially without a bra.” he was quick with his response and it made your heart beat faster.

you look down at the tank top you were wearing and didn’t realize how much your breasts show until he said something, “do you want to touch them?”

changkyun nods, the alcohol assuming all his critical thinking at this point and reaches his hands up to grab the boobs that won’t leave his mind.

he grips them delicately and your head tilts back at the feeling, “what do you think?” he laughs at your question and continues to palm them. “better than i expected.”

when he pulls away after a few more seconds, you take a deep breath and take your shirt off completely, “what about now?”

changkyun’s adams apple bobs from his nervous swallowing, then reaches in again, gripping your breasts soft like before. “they’re perfect.”

you lay down at his pillows and pull him close so he would kiss you while playing with your breasts. he lays next to you, with half his body on you and kisses your lips slowly.

during the kiss you could feel his hand rubbing your bare waist, which let a soft moan come out, and even with his muscles, you coulld tell he was a gentle lover.

a few minutes into the kiss, changkyun pulls away so he could leave gentle kisses on your neck, and you tilt your head back again with a moan.

“you sound so pretty when you moan.” his raspy words sent a shiver down your spine and you could feel it in your crotch.

his hand moved down to the area that was beating for him while he continued to kiss your neck and your hips lift at the feeling of him tracing a finger over your clothed clit.

he smiles at your reaction and begins to rub the spot, biting soft at your neck as a wet spot grows. “please.” changkyun smirks at your pleading, then slides two fingers in immediately and feels how wet you were for him.

you gasp at the feeling of your pussy being stretched then bite your bottom lip when he shoves them deep inside of you. “your fingers are amazing.”

he smirks again and pumps his fingers slow, digging his head in your neck with a groan. just seeing you moaning and panting for him made his dick feel like it was about to explode.

changkyun moves his fingers faster, curling them a bit so he could make you feel better and you let out a whine while he kisses your neck.

you grip the sheets and massage his hair with the other hand while he fingers you then kiss his ear softly. “is it okay if i taste you?”

“yes please.”

changkyun pulls his fingers out slowly and you watch in awe while he licks them clean. “you’re so sexy.” he blushes when you compliment him and he slides your shorts off quickly. “you’re sexy too.”

your legs close subconsciously when he gets eye level to your pussy but he kisses your thighs soft while opening them back up for him.

changkyun admires your wetness, watching it glisten in the barely lit room and you stare at the ceiling from awkwardness. “Y/N, i want you to watch me.”

you hesitantly look at him and he smirks before leaning down to take your clit in his mouth. a gasp comes from the back of your throat at the feeling and he swirls his tongue around the small nub with a hum.

you watch intently while his nose brushes against your clit while his tongue moves down to your folds, flicking them around.

you arch your back at his movements and a string of curses come out, “i dont think i will last very long changkyun.”

he smirks then continues to slurp out all your juices, his nose still rubbing your swollen clit and adding to the pleasure.

he slowly opens your folds so he could lick deeper inside of you and you moan loudly, clenching hard before cumming in his mouth.

changkyun licks up the sudden rush of juices coming from your hole and your body shakes from the sensation.

you watch as he sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “you taste good.” you giggle and blush, hiding your face in his pillow.

he lays next to you on the bed and you take the opportunity to straddle his waist. “now it’s your turn to feel good.”

changkyun puts his hands on your hips, his heart beating fast in anticipation. “just relax and i’ll do all the work baby.”

he does as you say and watches you pull his sweatpants down to his knee, then blushing when his already hard dick pops out.

you give it a few strokes then spit on the tip before lining it to your hole and slowly sitting on his cock.

your mouth opens at his size filling you perfectly and he reaches up to massage your breasts. “good girl.”

you moan softly and start bouncing slow at first, then going faster when your pussy gets used to his size.

you could tell changkyun was enjoying himself by the way his face scruches and his squeezing on your boobs get harder. “go faster baby.”

you’re usually the teasing type but his desperate voice makes it hard to be cruel so you do as he says and bounce faster, moaning loud when his tip hits your gspot.

he grabs the back of your neck with both arms and brings you down to his chest so he could buck into you faster. “sorry baby girl, i’m really trying to be patient but i need to fuck you hard.”

you moan at both his movements and words, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

changkyun moves his hands down to your ass and gives it a few slaps while simultaneously slamming you down, so your pussy engulfs all of his dick.

“is it okay if i cum in you?” he asks breathlessly and kisses your neck, “yes i’m on birth control.”

he groans loud and thrusts his hips up faster at the thought of being able to cum inside of you. “im close baby.”

you moan with him and sit up while he fucks you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. “cum for me changkyun.”

his eyes tighten up and he shoots his load deep inside of you, yours following close after with a whine.

you stay ontop of him for a few seconds and continue to slowly ride him until both of your highs ride out.

changkyun rubs your ass in his hands when you were too tired to get off, and just lay your head on his chest.

“thank you Y/N,” he was breathless still and you giggle, “thank you too, i’ve been waiting months for that.”

at this point, the pleasure made the both of you sober up and you didn’t want to think about what shownu would say when he gets back.

[spacequokka]

RM1526 | 02

Pairing: professor!Changkyun x Reader Genre: College AU, Smut Rating: MA it's kyun simp season bitches Summary: He wasn't wrong when he said you wouldn't even make it back to his place. Word Count: 1.2k, Request Warnings: teacher/student relations, language, fingering, vaginal sex, degradation (slut), dacryphilia

A/N: I may have fumbled last year, but not this one! Happy birthday, Kyun! Sorry for taking so long with this request. Recommending Skyline for this. I forced myself to stop because I have other things to work on, but maybe I could come back with a third part...

[ Previous ]

“How much longer till we get there?”

“About eight minutes. Why? Isn’t this enough for now?”

“This” being him having two fingers deep in your cunt, heel of his palm grinding against your clit. He’d said he’d pull over and fuck you if he couldn’t wait yet he seemed calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel. Meanwhile, your nails were about to tear up his leather seats. The squelching of his fingers pushing in and pulling out nearly drowned out the soft jazz playing through the stereo. Your body trembled when his fingertips brushed over that spot, triggering your thighs to clamp shut and trapping his hand. He chuckled softly and bit his lip, grinding his palm against you a little harder.

“Please.” You whispered as you took advantage of the moment and worked your hips back and forth, riding his fingers for as long as he’d allow it. Did he really have to look so smug?

“Please, what?” He glanced at you. “Tell me what you need.”

You bit your lip and gently grabbed his wrist. “Wanna cum. Need more.”

“Come on. You can wait—what—five more minutes?”

You shook your head and gave him puppy eyes. “Please don’t make me wait. I’ll do whatever you want. Please?” You clenched around his fingers, making your arousal seep out and down the back of his hand.

He hissed. “Fuck. Should’ve known better. This is why I took your panties.” He hit the signal and got over, eyes casing the area for some place dark enough. He spotted a deserted gas station. “Can’t take long though, you hear me?”

“Yes. I won’t, I swear.” Thrilled that he was actually pulling over, you spread your legs and released his wrist, still rolling your hips driving his long fingers in and out, over that spongy spot that made your brain go all fuzzy. Your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the pleasure. The car came to a stop, and he pulled his hand away.

You opened your eyes right as you heard the click of his seat belt. “Fuck. ‘m so fucking hard, it hurts.” He exhaled hard as he lifted up to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He tore the condom open with his teeth while giving his dick a few strokes with his free hand. “Get over here.” He was reaching for you as he rolled the condom on. You were crawling across the armrest before he could even touch you. He pushed the seat back and turned off the car, dropping the keys into the cup holder. “Fuck, baby.” He sighed as you straddled his hips and helped guide him toward your entrance. He started moaning the second the tip was inside, eyes screwed shut as you lifted yourself up and down, taking him in inch by inch until he was completely sheathed in your dripping heat. “My fucking God, girl. Why does it feel better than before?”

You were on the verge of going feral. “I could ask you the same.” You grabbed the lever on the side of his seat and pushed it back until it touched the backseat. Doing so laid him out underneath you, which gave you space to push his sweater up and reveal those sweet, sweet tats that decorated his chest. He grunted and squeezed your thighs, weakly thrusting up when your cunt squeezed his dick. “Shit,” you gasped before leaning down and ghosting your lips over the text inked over his heart.

“Love how that feels, but we don’t have time—” He grabbed your waist and lifted you enough for him to pull out a little, then thrust back in. “Gotta make it quick.” Your pout was quickly replaced with wide eyes and an open mouth moaning his name. “Come on, baby. Take it and make yourself cum.”

You nodded and moved your hands to his shoulders, adjusting your knees to take over. Your toes curled the first time you dropped down, shoving his length in deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs. The second time made him close his eyes as he shuddered, making you realize he was just as fucked out as you were. Seeing him like that gave you a little ego boost and the determination to make him cum with you. Biting your lip, you held off on chasing your high, opting to ride him harder, swiveling your hips or clenching whenever you lifted up. He gradually lost his cool, squirming under you and raking his blunt nails across your thighs as his breathing turned choppy. His eyes flew open in a panic. “Are you close? You gotta—I’m gonna—fuck.”

You merely smiled, not bothering to school the devious look in your eyes. “Cum whenever you want.”

A thousand emotions flickered over his face before settling on outrage. “Whenever I want? You’re the one who couldn’t wait five more minutes.” He pushed his sticky fingers coated in your arousal into your mouth. “Horny little slut. Clean them good.” You quickly set to work, sucking and licking each digit until you couldn’t taste yourself on his skin anymore. The second you pulled back with a wet pop, his hand went around your throat and pulled you down against him, lips smacking together. “Gonna fucking destroy this pussy.” With your arms trapped between your bodies, his hands went to your ass and held on. He adjusted his footing and grip, then thrust up into you hard, a clap of skin echoing in the car. The force was enough to make you yelp and grip his shirt. Satisfied with the change, he kept going, bringing you down on his dick harder and harder until your choppy moans became a long, drawn-out cry. “That’s it. You can cum whenever you want.”

Tears fell from your eyes at the sheer intensity of your orgasm, legs shaking as you wailed and endured the assault on your g-spot. Yet, he still needed more.

“It’s good, huh? Lemme see you, baby.” He pushed you up enough to see your pretty face wet with tears. “Oh, look at that.” He moved his hands to your tits, giving them a squeeze as he continued fucking up into your spasming cunt. “So pretty when you’re crying and begging for me. So…fucking…” His hold on your breasts tightened as he came, head tossed back, exposing his beautiful throat as his moan filled the car and his dick throbbed with each spurt of cum in the condom. “Fuck.”

The tension drained from your bodies and he let you rest on his chest while you caught your breath. It was oddly intimate, given how it hadn’t even been a day since your first fuck, yet neither of you were complaining. Once his heart had calmed down, he gave your ass a gentle pat and rub.

“Alright, brat. Back in your seat.”

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[h3nderyss]

hello!!! could i request a one shot with kihyun or changkyun (whoever suits you more) where he meets the reader in some sort of show/yt program/thing like that and takes a liking to reader immediately?

caught on camera - im changkyun

pairing: idol!i.m x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff word count: 736 a/n: i'm loving all these monsta x reqs! to expand a lil, reader is a 4th gen idol, debuting later than i.m and is a few years younger :)

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filming days were always a mix of nerves and excitement, but today felt... different.

because you were meeting monsta x's i.m for a one on one.

other than, y'know.. having an impending crush on him even during your non-idol days, it's always nerve wracking to meet an idol who you've barely interacted with before.

but that was the charm of the youtube series you've taken part of, "idol unfiltered." it was a show putting two random idols together to simply, naturally connect. they'd ask each other icebreaker questions, play games, or just chat.

you've always wanted to do this—you watched many videos and couldn't wait till it was your turn.

but when your manager told you who you'd be meeting, you froze. how could you do this? how could you be in such an intimate space with him, only you two, minus the producers and camera crew?

but the day came. as the crew finished setting up, you glanced at the clock. he was due any minute now.

"ah, i'm sorry, am i late?"

the second you saw him, it was just a wow. he definitely was more beautiful in person. the blush rose to your cheeks and if anyone were to look at you, they'd notice the sparkle in your eyes. thank god the cameras weren't rolling.

his voice was calm, deep, with that slight rasp that made every sentence sound ten times cooler than it should.

"almost," you managed to muster out, smiling. "but i'll accept the apology anyway."

he let out a chuckle. "nice to meet you. i'm i.m." he lightly bowed in greeting.

"i know," your smile was still plastered on your face. "i'm y/n." you bowed back.

"i know." he repeated your words and smiled.

///

the cameras rolled, and the usual introduction went smoothly, the production team telling you guys what was planned behind the scenes, and they gave you each queue cards. looks like for this episode, you guys were prompted with icebreaker questions.

"so, i.m, are you ready for this?" you glance at him, while preparing to ask the first question.

"changkyun. you can call me changkyun." he gave a light smile and it seemed like his eyes rested on you unintentionally.

you looked back up at him and tried to hold back your smile (which you failed), as you lightly nod. "changkyun." you repeated.

the minutes had been fun. some funny questions, some deep, some a little tmi. what was very evident on camera though, was like viewers could see the chemistry pouring out the screen. the way your eyes met, the jokes and the teasing, nobody's ever seen changkyun act like this.

the most unexpected thing had been that changkyun was yapping. with you it felt like his guard was down. both of you were comfortable, and it most definitely didn't feel like this was the first time meeting. the talking had been a silly mix of english and korean between you two. it was just pure natural.

his—and your—smiles were not the controlled, camera-ready expressions idols were trained to perfect. these were unguarded, effortless. his were radiant, the ones that you could probably melt to.

and the cameras caught every single one.

///

the episode aired a week later, and within hours, social media exploded.

"wait why is changkyun smiling so much?" "i swear kyun doesn't usually smile this much in interviews... what's going on???" "the power y/n holds.. i've never seen changkyun like this.."

fans dissected every moment—every small smirk, every full grin. believe it or not, there was already a compilation on tiktok: "i.m smiling for 10 minutes straight because of y/n." put in two different videos.

and the funniest part? none of you even knew.

it wasn't until your group member showed you a video, "y/n, have you seen this?!" that you finally realized.

you watched the clip in disbelief, a little embarrassed. "he really smiled that much..?"

your groupmate spoke, "i mean... yeah. and not just polite smiles. like, full-on 'i'm into her' kinda smiles."

though, after the shoot, what nobody knew was he managed to score your number where no one was around.

and just like that, something unspoken settled between you.

it wasn't scripted. it wasn't forced. it was just two idols, unexpectedly clicking a little too well.

but for now, you both had to keep it private for a little while longer.

[mebeindelulu]

Screenshots from your facetime with Changkyun 🙈

[pandacherryblossoms]

♡⊹₊˚ Everyday text with boyfriend Changkyun ₊˚⊹♡

[kiiakpopwriter]

MONSTA X Reaction To You Getting Hit on By a Former Fling

Shownu

He would be extremely confused most likely. In his head, he's probably thinking to himself, "who is this man, and why is he talking with my wife?" LMAO, he FOR SURE would be asking you multiple questions to get an answer.

As for the actual guy hitting on you; I don't think he'd start a fight. He probably wouldn't approach him even. For the most part he would probably just stare from afar until you were finished talking with the former fling.

Wonho

I have a good feeling he's gonna be jealous. Because, why is this random man speaking with you? It should only be HIM who talks to you.

(Nah, I'm just kidding. He's not possessive like that.) He's an ultimate sweetheart!

All in all, he would walk over to you and wrap his muscular arm around your shoulder to indicate that you were taken.

Happily taken, at that.

You would be a blushing mess in front of your former fling, taking note of how protective Wonho was over you.

The former fling would suddenly become intimidated and awkwardly excuse himself from the conversation. And of course, Wonho would have a big smirk on his face.

Minhyuk

MOVE, MOVE, AND MOVE! He's not allowing it- NOT ONE SECOND.

He's walking faster than you could ever imagine. The only thing on his mind is telling off whoever was flirting with you.

After he reaches your position, he confidently looks into the man's eyes and begins asking questions. "Who are you?" and "How do you know Y/N?"

Yeah, he won't be too pleased knowing the man is a former fling of yours. It'll only motivate him to win your affection and treat you like the queen you are. He secretly would be afraid to lose you.

Kihyun

He has mixed feelings. For one, he feels confused and slightly on guard. But secondly, he also feels protective of you.

Kihyun would be curious and would want to know who the man was and why he needed your attention. It baffled him for some odd reason.

Although he wanted to walk over to where you were, he trusted you enough to not do anything stupid. He would be staring cautiously at the mysterious man until you came back and explained things to him.

Hyungwon

I feel that for Hyungwon it could go 2 ways:

He would mind his business and let you handle yourself appropriately.

Or 2, he would walk over to you and slowly intimidate the former fling with his handsomeness.

I definitely see him trusting you, but also going over there to understand what was happening.

Hyungwon knows he's attractive, and he uses it to his advantage when the right opportunity arises. And this was a perfect opportunity.

Standing tall next to you, Hyungwon stares the man down with the utmost look of disgust written on his face.

This alone intimidates your former fling, and he walks away without ending the conversation properly.

(The power of Chae Hyungwon, everyone!)

Jooheon (Joohoney)

Immediately goes over to you and attempts to distract you. LMAO.

Once Jooheon found out that the man was a former fling of yours (one of your friend's told him), he's basically SPRINTING over to you.

Once he arrives, he comes up with a random ass excuse just to get you to leave the conversation.

His excuse, you may ask?

He needed you to go to the ladies bathroom because you left something in there. (In reality, you didn't leave anything- he just wanted a couple of minutes to talk to the guy.)

I.M

He's such a weirdo about it, but in the best way.

I.M sees you talking with your former fling (which he was previously aware of), and unabashedly decides to march his way over to the guy.

Next thing you know, he starts acting weird in front of the man to scare him off.

You're in complete disbelief of your boyfriend's actions, but simultaneously intrigued. This was the I.M you fell in love with.

Once I.M is done with his shenanigans, the man looks at him weirdly and walks away without a goodbye. This puts a smile on his face, and he jokes with you about the encounter later in the day.

Thanks so much for reading! For more content like this, feel free to follow or ask for specific reactions! Much love, mwah!

[greenxgloss]

Nothing Rushed (Chang-kyun) MDNI 18+

Summary: In the quiet intimacy of your nightly routine, you and Kyun move from playful banter and shared skincare rituals to a slow, emotionally charged night where every touch speaks volumes. Themes: SMUT, Unprotected sex, fem recieving, Fem!reader, Needy!kyun, SoftDom!Kyun, fluff, silly and cute teasing, light mentions of overstimulation, porn (barely) with a plot Word Count: 3.3k

A/n: this is dedicated to @playboi03 . An early birthday present for my bestie bc there's a drought in monsta x fics and because I wanted to bring her dream to life to an extent. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT. i re-read and edited only this for like 10 hours so I really hope you liked this pooks.

The sound of running water echoed in the bathroom as you and Kyun stood shoulder to shoulder, brushing your teeth like a well-rehearsed ritual. Your elbows bumped now and then, toothpaste foamed at the corners of your lips, and you caught each other’s gaze in the mirror with a muffled snort.

“Don’t even start,” you warned, mouth full of foam.

He grinned, toothbrush dangling from his lips like a lollipop stick. “I’m just saying… you look real sexy with that mint mustache.”

You spat into the sink dramatically. “And you look like you’re about to sell me vitamins in an MLM scheme.”

He laughed so hard he choked slightly, pounding his chest with exaggerated flair. He sighed once he caught his breath. “You suck.” The unamused look on his face earning a laugh from you. 

Once the toothpaste was rinsed away and you began your skincare routine, he lingered in the doorway watching you, leaning on the threshold, arms crossed over his chest and bottom lip pinched between his teeth as he watched you intently before speaking up.

“Remind me,” he said, eyes twinkling, “Is this the serum that costs more than our electricity bill or the one that smells like fermented pear juice?”

You rolled your eyes but handed him the dropper. “It’s the one that keeps your skin soft enough for me to kiss. Sit.” You instructed him, pointing towards the toilet seat.

And he did—quietly, reverently. With his eyes closed, he surrendered to your touch, his posture relaxing beneath your hands like an animal finally safe enough to sleep. You pressed your fingertips into the gentle angles of his cheeks, smoothing moisturizer over skin already soft but always a little too dry around the temples. He leaned into it, the way one might lean into sunlight on a cold morning.

You worked carefully, massaging the cream upward along his jawline and over the bridge of his nose, your movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t speak, just let out the occasional sigh, lashes fluttering slightly but never opening. When you dabbed eye cream just beneath his lower lids, he muttered—halfheartedly, almost affectionately—something about being too pretty to need it, the corners of his lips twitching into the ghost of a smile.

“Skincare isn’t just for emergencies,” you murmured, thumb smoothing away the excess in soft arcs. “It’s maintenance. Like tending to a garden.”

He scoffed lightly but didn’t argue. When you finished, he reached for your hand and, without fanfare, brought it to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to each knuckle—one after another like they were sacred. His breath was warm, his pace unhurried. The gesture wasn’t showy or romantic in the cinematic sense; it was quieter than that, more meaningful. Like he was trying to say something he didn’t yet have words for.

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was soft—comfortable. The kind that came only when two people had nothing left to prove.

He rested his forehead against your sternum, arms looping loosely around your waist as you combed your fingers through his hair. 

-

By the time you both made it to bed, the lights were dimmed, while some random YouTuber ranted about conspiracy theories on your tv. Your body fit perfectly against his under the blanket, your legs tangled, your head on his chest.

“Today wasn’t terrible,” he murmured, voice low and a little scratchy from the hour, fingers drawing idle shapes on your upper arm—lazy spirals, the occasional circle that trailed off into nothing.

You exhaled slowly, the kind of breath that only comes at the end of a long, demanding day. “It was just... a lot. Like my brain’s still buffering.” you tilted your head to look at him.

That earned you a pause—brief but telling. His throat worked as he swallowed, eyes flickering over your face like he wasn’t sure where to land. Then, he dipped forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. The kind that wasn’t rushed or performative, just honest.

And then, right on cue: “You know what else is long?”

You groaned, forehead dropping to his chest. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m always serious,” he said, trying and failing to suppress a grin. “I was building romantic tension. You ruined it.”

“You ruined it the second you turned a heartfelt moment into a dick joke.”

He wiggled his brows, smug. “Artfully.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Oh but you love it.” He rolled his eyes as he chuckled.

You giggled against his collarbone. “Touché.”

A quiet moment passed. His hand was still tracing patterns—now slower, more deliberate.

“You know,” you added, “I had that meeting this morning with the manager who still thinks ‘synergy’ is a personality trait. I was this close to faking a connectivity issue on Zoom.”

He snorted. “You should’ve. That’s self-preservation.”

“And then the train was late. Again. Sat next to a guy who kept coughing like it was his full-time job.”

“Maybe he was trying to court you. In 18th century plague language.”

You nudged him with your foot. “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m multifaceted.”

“Mm. And how was your day, Casanova?” You asked, leaning up on his chest and cupping his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

He sighed dramatically, gaze shifting to the ceiling as if to look back at the memory. “Well, I spilled coffee on myself at 9 a.m., nearly emailed a client a meme instead of a contract at 1, and accidentally joined the wrong video call where people were mid-argument about expense reports.” His brow twitched like he was fighting off a full-body cringe.

You tilted your head up. “So, wildly successful.”

He smiled. “All downhill until I got home to you.”

You stared at him for a second, skeptical. “You’re not about to set me up for another innuendo, are you?”

He gave a half-shrug. “I was debating it, but you looked too cute. I’ll save it for bedtime.”

“God help me.”

His hand began to roam—slowly, deliberately—across the dip of your waist. You shifted onto your side, the sheets rustling softly as your leg brushed against his. His eyes met yours just as your nose gently grazed his, your breaths mingling in the quiet.

“You’re impossible,” you murmured, voice low, intimate. “It’s like you get more beautiful every time I look at you. It’s honestly exhausting.”

He inhaled sharply, his gaze faltering for the briefest moment before returning to you, darker now. “Don’t.”

You tilted your head, searching his face, the corners of your mouth pulling upward. “No, really. Your hands—God, your hands are stupidly perfect. And your eyes just ruin me. And that mouth?” You paused, letting the silence speak. “It’s the worst. I think about it constantly.”

A strangled groan escaped him before he dropped his face into the curve of your neck, his lips grazing your skin as he exhaled hard. “You can’t say things like that while I’m doing everything I can not to lose my head.”

You smiled, fingers threading gently into his hair, your nails grazing his scalp. “Who said I wanted you to keep it?”

You straddled him before he could reply, your thighs bracketing his hips. His hands flew to your waist instinctively, eyes wide, mouth parted.

“You’re driving me insane,” he murmured, voice low and frayed as he pressed his hips against yours with a slow, deliberate roll. “You don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.”

The tension between you was electric—each subtle grind a heady collision of restraint and want. His arousal, firm and insistent through the thin fabric between you, drew a soft, involuntary moan from your lips. The sound hung between you like a confession.

Your foreheads touched, breaths mingling, uneven and shallow. He was so close, too close, and still not nearly close enough.

“More,” he begged. “Please. I need to taste you.”

You nodded, heart pounding, and in one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back. Kyun eagerly pulled down your pyjama pants and slipped down between your thighs like it was second nature. He kissed your inner thighs with reverence, hands spreading you open, and when he finally tasted you, it was slow and deep, like worship.

You gasped, back arching off the mattress. “Oh, my God, Kyun—”

But he didn’t stop. In fact, he moaned into you, like you were his favourite meal, his reason for breathing. He lapped at you with long strokes, teasing and circling, sucking just hard enough to make your legs shake. His grip on your thighs never faltered. You were unravelling under him, tears in the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and he only pulled away to catch his breath and whisper, “You’re so good for me. Let me make you feel good. I love this—I love you like this.” Your legs were trembling, your fingers buried in his hair. He moaned again as he felt you come undone, like it was his orgasm, not yours, and he didn’t stop. Not right away. He licked you gently through the aftershocks, like he couldn’t bear to part from you.

He crawled back up your body, kissed your lips like he hadn’t just ruined you, then looked into your eyes with a flush across his cheeks and a desperate ache in his voice.

“I need you to touch me. I don’t even need to cum, I just need to feel you.”

You reached down to stroke him through his boxers, loving the way he trembled under your touch. “You’re perfect, baby,” you whispered, pecking his lips softly, “so perfect.”

He buried his face in your neck again, whispering filth and praise in equal measure, but it was the emotion behind his voice that really made your heart twist.

When his fingers slipped between your folds again, this time from above, he moved with such care—watching your face, praising your body, pressing kisses to your breasts while you clenched around him. You rode his hand slowly, every breath ragged, every sigh soaked in devotion. He talked you through it, murmuring how proud he was, how beautiful you were, how good you felt.

And you knew—more than anything—that he loved making you feel like this. Not just physically, but completely. Worshipped. Cherished. His.

His eyes, normally filled with mischief, now looked dazed—consumed by something heavier, needier. You’d never seen him like this: drunk on the taste of you, the high of your pleasure still thick in the air around him. His pupils were blown out, jaw slack as he panted. “You feel like something I shouldn’t be allowed to have.”

“You say that like I’m not already yours,” you whispered, voice trembling from the aftershock still rippling through you.

His breath hitched. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Kyun.”

His eyes fluttered shut, his forehead resting against yours as if the weight of that truth grounded him, sobered him from whatever haze your body had pulled him into.

“I want to give you everything,” he said quietly. You kissed him softly, coaxing him onto his back. As you straddled him again, the weight of your body made him exhale like he’d been holding his breath since the moment he laid eyes on you.

You leaned down to kiss his neck, his jaw, the hollow of his throat—soft, slow. Your fingers ghosted over the waistband of his boxers, feeling how painfully hard he’d gotten, how he twitched under your lightest touch. You could feel his pulse beneath your lips, hammering as you licked a path down his chest.

He let out a strangled moan when your palm finally cupped him through the thin cotton, and his hips bucked instinctively. “Oh my God,” he whispered, eyes rolling back as you pressed your lips over the outline of his cock. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight. I’ll beg if I have to.”

“You don’t have to beg,” you said, biting gently at his hip. “You’ve been so good to me. Let me make you feel half as good.”

But he caught your wrist before you could pull his boxers down. “No,” he said, voice shaky but sure. “Not yet. I just want to feel you like this first.”

Your brows knit, but you let him tug you back up, guiding your hips to grind against him again. This time, it wasn’t playful. This was desperation—wet cotton dragging against his aching length, your own arousal soaking through the fabric. You moved together slowly, breath catching in each other’s mouths, every press of your bodies building a heat so sharp it was unbearable.

He gripped your hips tightly, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so good. Even like this—I can’t take it. I need more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He groaned, his voice hoarse and reverent. “I want to be inside you. I want to hear you cry my name again. I need to taste you again. Please. I need it. Let me.”

You’d never seen someone plead with so much adoration. And how could you say no?

You slipped his boxers down with a gentle tug, your fingertips trailing along his skin. He shivered under your touch, breath hitching as your hand closed around him. You stroked him slowly—curiously—watching his face for every flicker of pleasure. His head fell back against the pillows, lips parting around a low, unfiltered moan. He was beautiful like this, undone and trusting, all sharp lines softened beneath your hands.

“God,” you whispered, smiling through a quiet laugh, “you’re so cute.”

His eyes fluttered open, dazed but warm, and he reached for you. You leaned down and pressed your forehead to his, both of you breathing in sync, pulses drumming just beneath the surface.

Carefully, you positioned yourself above him, the moment stretching in the quiet hum between your bodies. When you began to sink down, both of you gasped—a mutual unravelling. The stretch was slow, willful, and overwhelmingly intimate. Your hands braced on his chest as you took him inch by inch, your bodies adjusting to each other with wordless understanding.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, almost tenderly, as though grounding himself. “You feel…” he couldn’t finish the thought—just groaned, deep and helpless.

You rested there for a moment, breathing heavily, your foreheads touching again. There was nothing rushed, nothing frantic. Just the two of you—bare, open, and impossibly close.

“I’ve missed you,” he said hoarsely, eyes locked to yours.

You kissed him slowly, tenderly. “Then don’t let go.”

“Has it been that long since we’ve fucked like this?” You asked, grinding your hips down softly, fighting your desperate need for friction. 

“A- a week.” he cleared his throat, clearly struggling to keep his composure when he felt you flutter around him. You smiled and began riding him. A symphony of moans flowing from the both of you, filling the room. The youtube video long forgotten but illuminating the both of you on your bed.

Your gaze glued down to him and he tried to keep eye contact but it was like he was under your spell. His head was thrown back on the pillow, face contorting and hands trailing to your waist like he still wanted to feel you if he couldn't look at you.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said. “You don’t know what it means to make you feel like that.”

“I do,” you whispered, rolling your hips and picking up your pace. “I feel it too.”

“You’re so good,” he whispered, words shaky— breathy. “So responsive. You open up for me so beautifully. That’s it—just like that.”

You could feel yourself tightening around him again, your stomach clenching with another release building too quickly. He stroked your hair with his free hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You’re doing so well. Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

And when you shattered, when he kissed your name into the curve of your shoulder, you didn’t feel like a body anymore—you felt like his home. A place he’d come back to again and again.

Because in that moment, the sex wasn’t the highlight. It was the way he saw you. The way he loved you—body and soul.

When you both came you sunk into his chest, melted into him and peppered soft— lazy kisses wherever your lips allowed and he dragged his hands up and down your back. 

The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioner and the slow rhythm of your breaths syncing back into harmony. The adrenaline had passed, the last tremors of pleasure still ghosting along your skin like a memory.

Kyun hadn’t let go of you once.

Your cheek was pressed to his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat anchoring you. His fingers, slow and unhurried, traced soft shapes along the bare skin of your back. He wasn’t saying much—but he didn’t have to. You could feel the love in every touch, every gentle squeeze of your waist, every press of his lips to your damp temple.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured finally, voice husky from exertion, but laced with a kind of sacred concern.

“Mhm,” you replied, too sated to form full words yet. “I’m good. You?”

“I’m perfect,” he whispered, like it was the only truth he knew. “You’re always so good to me.”

He reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open with a quiet slide, and you watched through heavy-lidded eyes as his hand found the soft towel he always kept there, folded neatly atop a bottle of water and a spare hair tie—because of course it was. He always had everything ready, like loving you was something sacred he took seriously, like intimacy was a ritual he never rushed.

Now that warmth bloomed across your skin as he brought it to your inner thighs, his touch devoted but unhurried. He moved with quiet purpose, his fingers brushing over your most tender places with care—wiping away the mess with all the delicacy of someone handling something precious, something he didn’t just desire, but deeply respected.

As he worked, he murmured to you in a voice so low it was almost just breath: “You did so well for me, baby… so beautiful.” Each word fell like a kiss against your tired body, grounding you. Then came his actual kisses—first to the inside of your thigh, then to your knee, and finally to your ankle, soft and slow, like he was thanking every inch of you for letting him love you like this.

You couldn’t help it—you stared at him like you’d never seen anything so tender in your life. There he was, crouched at the edge of the bed with nothing but devotion in his posture and gentleness in his hands, and your heart ached with the weight of how much you loved him. Not just in the heady, breathless way from moments ago—but in the quieter, deeper way that lived in bone and breath and time.

“I think you were actually created in a lab,” you said, teasing but breathless. “No one is this thoughtful by accident.”

He grinned, and then climbed back into bed, gathering you against him like you were the only thing tethering him to Earth.

“I’m just trying to earn my place next to the best person I’ve ever known.”

You snorted softly into his shoulder, even as your arms snuck around his waist. “God, you’re such a sap.”

“As if you’re not absolutely over the moon about it?”

“Unfortunately.”

He chuckled, then tilted your chin up with two fingers, studying your face in the low light like he was seeing it for the first time again. “You look so pretty right now,” he murmured. “Like my wife. My entire life.”

You kissed him—slow and deep and grateful.

Kyun held you close, tightly— possessively.

Married life, you thought, didn’t mean routine. Not with Kyun.

It meant comfort. Ease. A love that still surprised you, still made you nervous sometimes, still made you want to kiss him for hours just because you could.

“You know,” he said, rubbing your arm absentmindedly, “I’d marry you again tomorrow. Even if we’d just met today.”

“Yeah?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him. He turned the tv off before looking back at you. He nodded. “No hesitation.”

Your heart twisted sweetly in your chest. You settled deeper into him, murmuring, “Then it’s a good thing we already got it right the first time.”

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UM TEMPO SÓ NOSSO

"Não era fácil o relacionamento com uma estrela, mas tudo era recompensado quando tinham um tempo só entre vocês... E o piloto do jatinho."

ChangKyun (I.M) × Fem!Reader

Gênero: Smut

W.C: 3.6K (Essa rendeu)

Avisos: fingering (f), sexo desprotegido (não faça hein), Male!Dom, penetração, linguagem imprópria, creampie

ᏪNotas: Normalmente eu gosto de escrever sobre mulheres dominadoras... Mas hoje meus amigos, fiz uma cadelinha, não deu, au au

Você se deitou de bruços na cama king size do hotel, o lençol macio roçando suavemente contra sua pele exposta. Seus pés, ainda quentes do banho recente, balançavam no ar de forma quase inocente. Os dedos deslizaram pelo controle remoto até encontrar o canal certo. E então o ambiente ao seu redor pareceu dissolver-se, deixando apenas você e a expectativa palpitante de ver o rosto que tanto desejava. Quando a imagem de seu namorado finalmente apareceu, seu corpo reagiu automaticamente — um arrepio elétrico percorreu sua espinha, e seus lábios se curvaram em um sorriso que misturava saudade e desejo.

ChangKyun estava deslumbrante, como sempre, mas havia algo de especial naquela noite. A câmera capturava cada detalhe com uma precisão quase cruel, aproximando-se do rosto dele, revelando os óculos que ele ajustava com um toque. Você conhecia aquele gesto — era o sinal de que ele estava totalmente imerso na conversa. Quando ele ria, um riso baixo e melodioso, você quase podia sentir o calor daquele som tocando sua pele.

A distância entre vocês era insuportável, uma barreira invisível que você queria desesperadamente atravessar. Imaginava-se ao lado dele, puxando-o para si, sentindo o tecido do terno sob suas mãos enquanto o arrancava com uma urgência incontrolável. Queria sentir o corpo dele contra o seu, quente, firme, sua respiração acelerada misturando-se à sua.

Mas tudo o que tinha era aquela imagem distante, intocável, que apenas aumentava a sua necessidade. Viajar até ali para vê-lo, apenas para acabar sozinha em um quarto de hotel, começava a parecer um erro. Não que ele te ignorasse, longe disso, mas a carreira de ator de ChangKyun estava em ascensão, e ele estava cada vez mais distante, mesmo quando estava perto. Por mais que você soubesse que ele também sentia sua falta, isso não era o suficiente, e vez ou outra acabava por discutir com o mesmo. Você queria mais, queria ele ao menos naquela noite contigo.

— E agora? Quais são os próximos passos da nossa estrela? — A voz do entrevistador era um ruído distante, quase irrelevante, até que ChangKyun respondeu.

— Hm, ainda estou decidindo — Ele disse, umedecendo os lábios de uma forma que fez seu coração saltar. A maneira como ele olhou diretamente para a câmera, como se pudesse ver você, enviou um choque de desejo diretamente ao seu centro. — Mas tenho planos. Planos ótimos. Antes de mais nada, vou aproveitar minha semana livre para viajar com a minha mulher.

Minha mulher.

Aquelas palavras ecoaram em sua mente, cada sílaba carregada de um peso que você não estava preparada para suportar. O corpo reagiu instantaneamente, o calor subindo para suas bochechas enquanto o choque se misturava ao desejo que já borbulhava dentro de você. Era a primeira vez que ele se referia a você assim, e a sensação era avassaladora, como se cada parte do seu ser tivesse sido marcada por aquela declaração.

Mas então, a realidade bateu com força. Viajar? Desde quando vocês iriam viajar? Por que ele não mencionou nada? A confusão tomou conta, substituindo o calor inicial por uma onda de ansiedade que fez seu coração disparar. Você se levantou da cama, o tecido do lençol caindo lentamente de seu corpo, enquanto uma sensação de urgência e incerteza a dominava.

O que exatamente ChangKyun estava planejando?

O jatinho particular cortava o céu com suavidade, o ronronar baixo dos motores preenchendo o silêncio confortável entre você e seu namorado. Você estava recostada na poltrona de couro macio, os dedos deslizavam pelos braços do assento, enquanto observava ChangKyun à sua frente. Ele parecia completamente tranquilo, a revista nas mãos mal recebendo sua atenção, e, mesmo assim, você sabia que ele sentia seu olhar queimando sobre ele. Seu corpo estava envolto no vestido leve que escolheu, um tecido fluido que parecia acariciar sua pele cada vez que você se mexia agoniada naquele acento, apesar de adorar observar as nuvens normalmente.

A tensão no ar era palpável, quase sufocante. Você estava animada, claro, mas a curiosidade em saber para onde ele estava te levando fazia tudo pulsar dentro de você, seja bom ou ruim.

— Kyun, vamos lá... — Você começou, fazendo uma carinha de quem estava prestes a perder a paciência. — Você realmente não vai me contar para onde estamos indo?

Ele ergueu os olhos da revista, a expressão tranquila não deixando escapar nada. O sorriso no canto dos lábios dele só te deixava mais impaciente.

— É uma surpresa, meu amor — Ele repetiu pela enésima vez, aquela voz baixa e carregada de segurança.

Você bufou, cruzando os braços e afundando na poltrona, fingindo estar emburrada, mas o olhar fixo nele te traía. Ele era irresistível, sentado ali com aquele ar de quem sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo, no fundo amava isso. O terno escuro se ajustava perfeitamente ao corpo dele, destacando seus ombros largos e a postura impecável. Seus olhos seguiram o caminho do pescoço até a mandíbula marcada, e, por um segundo, você sentiu o calor subir pelo seu corpo, e até mesmo se esqueceu o que estava pensando anteriormente, talvez no fim, nem estivesse tão curiosa assim, apenas gostaria de descobrir logo quanto tempo levaria para poder finalmente estar grudada em seu namorado, coisa que pretendia fazer antes de todas essas surpresas.

Necessitava dele.

Seus olhos o seguiam de forma indiscreta, e você mordeu o lábio, reprimindo um sorriso. Mesmo fingindo que estava emburrada com tanto segredo, era impossível resistir ao desejo que borbulhava dentro de você. Cada detalhe da presença dele ali, tão perto, mas ainda inatingível, fazia sua mente criar cenários que a faziam se contorcer no assento.

ChangKyun fechou a revista devagar, os olhos agora totalmente focados em você. Ele se levantou, caminhando em direção à cabine do piloto, o som suave dos seus passos ecoando no pequeno espaço. Você o observava, cada movimento dele parecia desenhado para te provocar, para fazer o calor em você aumentar. Quando ele chegou à porta, a fechou e trancou com um clique que pareceu ressoar pelo jatinho.

Ele se virou para você, os olhos escuros cravados nos seus, e um sorriso que era metade diversão, metade perigo brincava em seus lábios, como se estivesse lendo os seus pensamentos.

— Não adianta fazer essa carinha de birra — Ele provocou, a voz baixa e envolvente. — Sabe o que acontece quando você insiste, não sabe?

Seu coração disparou, o ar parecia ter ficado mais denso. Ele se aproximou devagar, a confiança em cada passo, enquanto o olhar dele parecia despir você. Quando chegou junto a ti, a mão forte dele alcançou sua cintura, puxando seu corpo contra o dele com firmeza ao te retirar do acento. Você sentiu o calor dele contra o seu corpo, e um arrepio percorreu sua espinha.

— Nós podemos começar a nos divertir agora, se você quiser... — Ele sussurrou, a boca roçando de leve sua orelha, a voz carregada de um tom que te fazia estremecer.

Antes que você pudesse responder, ele te puxou de uma vez, colocando você em seu colo ao se sentar. Seus braços se agarraram aos ombros dele instintivamente, e o som surdo da palma dele batendo na sua bunda ecoou pelo pequeno espaço. Um gemido escapou de sua boca antes que você pudesse controlar, o som alto e inesperado fez seu corpo tremer.

— Shhh — ele murmurou, a boca próxima ao seu ouvido, o tom autoritário. — Não queremos que o piloto ouça, certo?

O calor subiu ao seu rosto, mas o desejo que pulsava dentro de você não te deixou envergonhada. Ao invés disso, aquela ordem fez seu corpo vibrar, e você se viu entregue àquele momento. Ele sabia como te controlar, como te tirar daquela pose de resistência que você tanto gostava de fingir. E você adorava cada segundo disso.

ChangKyun deslizou a mão lentamente por sua perna, subindo o vestido até suas coxas, os dedos firmes e decididos. Seu corpo inteiro estava em alerta, e quando ele alcançou sua intimidade, você arfou, sentindo o primeiro toque suave por cima da calcinha. Os dedos dele deslizaram entre suas pernas, levando o pequeno tecido para o lado, e quando dois deles entraram em você, seu corpo se curvou contra o dele, o prazer te invadindo rapidamente, chegava a ser estúpido.

— Viu? Já está bem mais dócil agora... — Ele provocou, os dedos se movendo dentro de você de forma lenta e torturante.

Você se agarrou aos ombros dele, o rosto enterrado no pescoço enquanto o calor subia rapidamente pelo seu corpo. Cada movimento dos dedos dele era calculado, preciso, arrancando gemidos baixos de você, que tentava manter o controle, mas era impossível.

— Kyun... — Você murmurou, sua voz já embargada pelo prazer crescente. — Eu preciso de você... Por favor...

Ele riu baixinho, um som grave que ressoou contra a sua pele. Seus dedos ainda se moviam dentro de você, mantendo o controle absoluto, enquanto você estava à beira de implorar por mais.

— Precisa, né? — Ele murmurou, a boca roçando sua orelha. — Então por que você não mostra o quanto precisa?

Suas mãos foram para o cinto dele, trêmulas de antecipação, mas determinadas. Você desfez o fecho com rapidez, puxando a calça dele para baixo o suficiente para liberar o que você tanto queria. Quando finalmente sentiu seu pau, o corpo dele quente e rígido contra você, um pigarreio de pura necessidade escapou de sua garganta.

Você se posicionou sobre ele, a respiração acelerada, enquanto ele te segurava firmemente pelos quadris. Quando você começou a descer lentamente, sentindo-o te preencher, o mundo ao seu redor desapareceu. A sensação de tê-lo dentro de você era esmagadora, e cada centímetro que você descia fazia seu corpo queimar de desejo.

ChangKyun soltou um gemido baixo quando você finalmente se encaixou completamente nele, sua vagina era tão perfeitamente projetada para recebelo, apertadinha da forma certa. As mãos firmes em sua cintura começaram a guiar seus movimentos enquanto ele tomava o controle de tudo. Você começou a se mover naquela sincronia, lenta e provocativamente, sentindo cada pulsação, cada estremecimento.

— Mais rápido... — Ele ordenou, a voz rouca de desejo, os olhos escuros fixos nos seus.

E você obedeceu, movendo-se mais rápido, mais fundo, a tensão sexual entre vocês explodindo a cada segundo, enquanto os corpos se chocavam em um ritmo que te deixava sem fôlego, completamente entregue a ele, e ao prazer que só ele sabia te proporcionar.

A mão dele deslizou pelas suas costas enquanto você sentia o calor de capa parte daquele corpo firme contra o seu. O vestido que você usava parecia ser uma barreira fina demais para a quantidade de desejo que corria entre vocês. Seus olhos se encontraram com os dele, a respiração presa no ar enquanto um sorriso malicioso surgia em seus lábios.

ChangKyun sabia exatamente o que estava fazendo. O modo como ele te olhava, como se cada detalhe do seu corpo fosse uma provocação a mais, te deixava à beira da loucura. Quando ele falou, a voz foi baixa, um sussurro que arrepiou sua pele.

— Eu disse para não ficarmos fazendo barulho… mas você adora me testar, não é? — Ele puxou você para mais perto, e antes que pudesse responder, a mão dele deslizou para baixo, apertando sua coxa e subindo ainda mais o vestido. O toque era suave, mas o efeito era devastador. Você sentia cada movimento dele, cada centímetro de pele que era exposta te incendiava mais.

Sua respiração acelerou, o ar ficando pesado, enquanto ele finalmente alcançava seu objetivo, os dedos traçando um caminho que te deixou à mercê dele. Ele não tinha pressa, sabia exatamente como fazer você pedir mais, como controlar o ritmo. E foi exatamente isso que fez.

Um tapa firme e repentino na sua bunda fez você gemer alto, a dor e o prazer se misturando de forma avassaladora. Seus olhos se arregalaram, e antes que pudesse sequer processar, ele sussurrou de novo, a voz rouca:

— Eu disse… Sem barulho. — A advertência tinha um toque de diversão, mas também de controle — Se não vamos ter que parar.

Suas pernas tremiam quando ele segurou firme em sua coxa, cessando um pouco os movimentos. Você tentou manter a expressão desafiadora, normalmente era você que controlova aquela reação, em um tratamento de princesa, mas era impossível com o prazer invadindo seu corpo, era impossível tomar qualquer decisão toda vez que queria tanto dar para ChangKyun.

— Você quer mais, não quer? — A voz dele era uma provocação, e você só conseguiu assentir, mordendo o lábio inferior enquanto tentava se libertar de seu toque e voltar a subir e descer naquele colo, estava tão gostoso, da forma como andou fantasiando enquanto ele esteve longe.

Satisfeito com a sua expressao, ele aliviou o toque em seu quadril, guiando você devagar novamente, provocando com cada movimento. A verdade é que seria impossível até mesmo para ele impedir aquilo, necessitava tanto de você que estava quase enlouquecendo, mas gostava de te ver clamar por ele, gostava de se deliciar com sua carinha manhosa.

Então, ChangKyun, com aquele olhar dominador que sempre fazia você se derreter, mudou o ritmo de seus movimentos. Seus dedos, já hábeis em explorar cada centímetro do seu corpo, deslizaram para o seu clitóris, começando a brincar com ele de maneira provocativa, lenta e torturante, enquanto você quicava para ele. Um suspiro desesperado escapou dos seus lábios, e seu corpo tremeu involuntariamente.

Você mordeu o lábio e puxou as madeixas negras do rapaz com força, tentando conter o som que ameaçava escapar, mas ele sabia exatamente como te tirar do controle. O prazer que começou a pulsar através de você era tão intenso que, num reflexo, seus braços se apertaram ao redor dele, e seu rosto se escondeu no pescoço de ChangKyun, buscando qualquer forma de controle. Seu gemido abafado encontrou refúgio na curva de seu ombro, mas ele sentiu tudo — cada tremor, cada suspiro contido.

— Shhh — Ele murmurou, o tom da voz baixo e rouco, com um toque de diversão.

O toque dele no seu clitóris intensificou-se, aumentando a pressão a cada segundo, e seus quadris começaram a se mover involuntariamente, seguindo o ritmo que ele ditava.

O som de sua respiração ofegante preenchia o pequeno espaço entre vocês, e por mais que tentasse se conter, era quase impossível. A sensação era intensa demais, e cada provocação o deixava mais decidido a te levar à beira do prazer, sem pressa.

— Sua bucetinha é tão gostosa, amor — Ele murmurou contra seu ouvido, sua voz como uma corrente elétrica passando por sua espinha seguido de um gemido baixo e meticulosamente calculado.

Suas unhas cravaram nos ombros dele enquanto o prazer aumentava, o calor em seu ventre crescendo com cada movimento dos dedos dele sobre seu ponto tão sensível.

O ritmo entre vocês mudou quando você decidiu tomar o controle, entregue aquelas provocações. Em um movimento lento, você se encaixou perfeitamente nele, parando de subir e descer, apenas movendo os quadris de maneira provocativa, sentindo cada centímetro dele dentro de você. O prazer crescia a cada ondulação do seu corpo, enquanto você rebolava, pressionando-o profundamente, sem apressar os movimentos, como se quisesse aproveitar cada segundo daquela sensação.

ChangKyun ficou tenso de imediato, um gemido baixo escapando de seus lábios enquanto seus dedos cravavam em sua cintura, e os olhos dele ficaram mais escuros, dominados pelo desejo. Ele estava tentando manter o controle, mas o modo como você rebolava, devagar e sensual, o estava levando à loucura.

Sem aviso, ele agarrou seus cabelos, puxando-os de forma possessiva, fazendo sua cabeça inclinar para trás, expondo seu pescoço. O gesto arrancou de você um gemido rouco, e a dor prazerosa misturou-se ao prazer avassalador que crescia dentro de você.

— Isso…— Ele murmurou, a voz cheia de desejo, os olhos fixos nos seus, admirando cada movimento.

— Quer que eu robole assim, gatinho? — Foi sua vez de provocá-lo, surrando em seu ouvido de forma entrecortada pelos gemidos. A maneira como ele te puxava pelos cabelos era tanto uma súplica quanto uma ordem, e você sentiu seu corpo responder a cada pequena ação.

Quando ele lhe respondeu com um murmurio, rebolou mais intensamente, sentindo o corpo dele vibrar debaixo do seu, enquanto ele respirava pesadamente. O atrito entre vocês, o jeito que o corpo dele se encaixava perfeitamente no seu, fazia o prazer explodir de forma lenta, controlada, e ao mesmo tempo irresistível. Seus movimentos se tornaram mais fluidos, como se você estivesse desenhando cada onda de prazer que passava pelo seu corpo, se esfregando nele de maneira tão íntima que era impossível saber onde um começava e o outro terminava.

ChangKyun puxava seu cabelo com mais firmeza agora, os olhos fechados por um instante, saboreando cada vai e vem, e você sentia como o corpo dele reagia a cada provocação sua, se perdendo junto com você.

— Você vai me deixar louco — Ele sussurrou, a voz grave, enquanto seu aperto no seu cabelo se intensificava, seu corpo já não mais resistindo ao controle que ele tanto tentava manter.

ChangKyun estava perdendo até seu raciocínio, e você podia sentir isso em cada movimento, em cada puxão mais fraco nos seus cabelos. Os gemidos baixos que escapavam dele se tornavam mais roucos, mais intensos, enquanto você rebolava, sendo você agora a exigir silêncio.

— Porra, você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo, não sabe? — Ele xingou, a voz grave, repleta de desejo e frustração. — Rebola mais pra mim... Isso, me faz gozar em você.

Os palavrões saíam dele com uma intensidade crua, o que só aumentava o fogo dentro de você. Você estava tão próxima do ápice que seus gemidos ficaram mais altos, mais desesperados, sendo abafados quando uma das mãos de seu namorado tampou sua boca, lhe fazendo mordendo levemente seus dedos. Tudo o que conseguia pensar era no prazer insuportável que se aproximava.

— Kyun… por favor… — Você arfou, os quadris ainda movendo-se com fervor, mas já sem qualquer controle. — Eu…

Ele percebeu que você estava à beira do orgasmo, seus olhos faiscando com aquela familiaridade dominadora. Num movimento rápido, ele tomou o controle de volta, as mãos firmes segurando sua cintura e, sem aviso, começou a estocar em você com rapidez e precisão. Seus movimentos eram fortes, e você quase perdeu o fôlego com a intensidade dele, cada impulso fazendo o prazer se acumular de maneira avassaladora.

Você cravou os dentes no pescoço dele para abafar o grito que estava prestes a escapar, seu corpo tremendo violentamente enquanto o orgasmo te arrebatava. As ondas de prazer te invadiram de uma só vez, e você se apertou contra ele, sentindo cada centímetro dele pulsar dentro de você. Sua respiração era rápida, descontrolada, e você não conseguia pensar em mais nada além de como o seu corpo estava sendo levado ao limite.

ChangKyun, por sua vez, continuou, aumentando o ritmo conforme sentia você gozar, o que só o deixou ainda mais perto de explodir. E então, com um último impulso profundo e forte, ele gozou dentro de você, o calor do líquido dele se espalhando pelo seu interior. A sensação de seu orgasmo, quente e intenso, fez seu corpo estremecer mais uma vez, enquanto ele gemia seu nome baixo, a respiração dele ofegante contra sua pele.

Você sentiu cada gota se derramar dentro de você, preenchendo-o de uma maneira que só ele conseguia, e seu corpo relaxou contra o dele, ainda tremendo, enquanto ambos tentavam recuperar o fôlego.

A respiração pesada de ChangKyun misturava-se à sua, enquanto seus corpos permaneciam colados, ofegantes. Você ainda sentia as pernas trêmulas, o calor do orgasmo fluindo em ondas suaves pelo seu corpo. O líquido quente dele se espalhava dentro de você, uma lembrança íntima e profunda do prazer que acabaram de compartilhar.

Ele acariciava sua pele, deslizando os dedos suavemente pelas suas costas, enquanto você permanecia aninhada em seu colo, a cabeça descansando em seu ombro. O silêncio entre vocês era preenchido apenas pelo som de suas respirações, o toque dele era lento, quase reverente, como se estivesse saboreando cada segundo após o êxtase.

Com um sorriso satisfeito, você levantou a cabeça e encontrou o olhar dele, que te observava com uma mistura de encanto e ternura. Ele deslizou a mão pelos seus cabelos, os olhos fixos nos seus, enquanto um sorriso de canto se formava em seus lábios.

— Você é tão linda, de todas as formas, e principalmente com essa carinha — Ele murmurou, a voz baixa, rouca de desejo ainda não totalmente saciado, vocês possuíam energia para dar em vender.

Você sorriu de volta, o corpo ainda colado ao dele, e se inclinou para depositar um beijo suave no pescoço, onde havia marcado sua pele momentos antes. Sentiu os músculos dele se contraírem levemente sob seus lábios, e isso te fez sorrir ainda mais.

ChangKyun envolveu sua cintura com os braços, segurando-a com firmeza, e sussurrou ao seu ouvido, a voz carregada de promessas:

— Da próxima vez, vamos fazer isso direito, sem ninguém por perto pra nos interromper. Vamos ter muito tempo agora.

Enquanto ele acariciava sua pele, com aquela expressão satisfeita e dominadora, você não conseguia conter o sorriso que surgia em seus lábios. Todo o mistério sobre o destino, a surpresa, o lugar onde iriam... tudo isso havia se tornado irrelevante.

No fundo, não importava mais para onde estavam indo, contanto que fosse com ele. Contando que tivesse seu homem apenas para você.

[doawks]

i. melt into you, im changkyun.

♫ If I move too quick past you, I would think it's my reflection Being this close isn't close enough You could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh [...] That's when I melt into you

pairing. ex!changkyun x f!reader. genre. exes to lovers (?), smut, some fluff. warnings. manhandling, cheating (but he’s kinda like forgotten lol), dirty talk, implied jealousy + possessiveness, dom!changkyun to softdom!changkyun, praise kink, daddy being said once, little crying, creampie, unprotected sex━ missionary.

not proof read.

“does he fuck you like this, sweetheart?” the question was rhetorical━he knew the answer just as much as you did. “nah, i don’t think he does. because if he did, i wouldn’t have to be fucking you into my mattress every night and sending you on your way back home with my cum dripping down your thighs, now would i?”

you couldn’t help but turn your head to the side in utter embarrassment. changkyun saw right through you, constantly reading you like an open book. he knew you better than anyone, he knew you better than you knew yourself - and that’s saying a lot. you could never pretend when you were around changkyun, already knowing he would instantly call you out.

“c’mon, baby, fuck━” he lets out a guttural groan when he feels you clench down onto his cock tightly. god, changkyun will never get over the way your pussy feels. “so fuckin’ tight. i’m not going anywhere, baby, relax.”

you whimper at that. it’s not like he meant it in the way you thought, but it wasn’t exactly like you were in the right state of mind. when changkyun fucked you, he took you to an entirely different planet, literally. he fucked you hard and deep, leaving your pussy battered and legs a wobbly mess by the time he was done with you. when you two were dating, he left marks all over your body because he wanted to show the world how belong to him and only him ━ he can’t do that anymore however, much to his annoyance. but he doesn’t need to mark your pretty skin up anyway because you will always know who you belong to. your pussy only cries, aches for him and your heart is interlocked with his. you know it, he knows it. your new boy toy was merely a poor replacement to try to get over changkyun, but it obviously isn’t working, clearly.

“more. want more, please, kyunnie . . .” you aren’t exactly sure what you’re begging for. you’re honestly just blabbering at this point and changkyun knows that. he also knows how to shut you up.

shaking his head in amusement, changkyun hooks his veined hands underneath your knees, pressing them to your chest. when catching a glimpse of his biceps flexing, you instantaneously feel your pussy gush. his head lurches forward, silver necklace dangling prettily from his neck, “my insatiable little thing. you’re never going to be satisfied with what i give you, will you?”

you pout slightly, “i am.”

“no, you aren’t. but you will. you want me to fuck you hard and annihilate your little cunt, then so be it. but don’t try to push me away, you got that?”

maybe you overestimated just how much you could handle. . . just a bit. changkyun’s cock is thick, it always has been. he takes pride in that, quite frankly. the first time you two had sex, he remember vividly how shocked along with astounded you were when he lined it up with your pussy, eyes big and doe, mouth wide wondering how he was going to fit. since then, you thought you became accustomed to his size, but that’s only because he was giving it to you sweetly, inch by inch. even tonight, when changkyun threw you on the mattress, he promised to go easy on you, though you being as needy as you are, you knew you wanted - needed more than that. you only got to see changkyun once a week because you didn’t want your boyfriend to grow curious, so when he did fuck you, you wanted to make the most of it.

“fuuuuuck,” he draws out, throwing his head back, adam’s apple bobbing. he pounds into your squelching pussy mercilessly, a white ring of cum beginning to coat his cock when sliding out. “sweet little cunt━fuck, so tight. takin’ me so well, sweetheart.”

“d━daddy, my clit . . . can you, mhm, can you rub my clit?”

you were so fucking cute, always using your manners for him. he absolutely loved that about you. yeah, you might be a brat at times, but at the end of the day, you were always going to be his good girl. his.

he doesn’t answer verbally, instead, he takes his thumb into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit before bringing it down onto your clit, which twitched instinctively underneath the pad of his pollex.

on the brink of tears, you don’t think before you cradle changkyun’s face and bring his plush lips to yours. since you two began doing this whole ‘exes with benefits’ arrangement, it was agreed that there would be no kissing during sex because it would be deemed too romantic. you initiated the rule, unfortunately. only because kissing was the first intimate thing you ever experienced with your ex, who was once your boyfriend, changkyun. it meant so much to you especially because it was with someone you loved━love so dearly. you knew that if you were to kiss changkyun, it would bring you back to the first time you ever did. the memories suddenly pivoting in your head.

changkyun kisses you back sincerely, lips molding against yours. his pace comes to a halt, the hand that was under one of your knees quickly coming to your cheek, stroking the skin tenderly. you don’t feel yourself crying until changkyun acknowledges it, “shh. don’t cry, my pretty angel. i’m here.”

you’re silly. extremely silly. you never just wanted to fuck changkyun. but you knew, or thought, it would be the only way to relish in his warmth once again. you missed his touches, his words, sure, you missed him fucking you, but you really just missed him, in general.

changkyun pulls away slowly to press a kiss onto your nose. “need to take a break?”

“no, i just━missed you. not the sex, you.”

“i never left, baby. i was always here, no matter what you thought.” changkyun smiles softly at you, a smile that could light up an entire dim room.

changkyun’s words stick with you, because he’s so right. he never did leave. when he found out you were in a relationship, any normal ex would back off, but changkyun didn’t. he stayed in contact with you. or at least tried because you would never really respond to any of his messages. he made sure you were okay, wished you a happy birthday, a merry christmas. you two never ended on bad terms, but somehow, someway, you made it seem like you did.

god, how stupid you feel right now.

“i’m sorry, changkyun,” you choke, leaning into his touch. you missed him. so much.

changkyun puts your thighs at the side of him, bringing both his hands to your waist, gripping you. “no more apologies. just let me make love to you.”

with that, changkyun continues to fuck you. not hard, not rough ━ but slow and sensual. he tattoos open mouthed kisses onto your neck before going down to your collarbone, occasionally suckling your skin into his mouth. he yearned for this ━ just to be soft with you whilst telling you how pretty you are. he never told you he loved you enough back then, and that was his mistake. a mistake he would never make again. because now, he will make sure you know how much he loves and adores you with every 206 bones he has in his body. his life is purposeless without you, it has no meaning. you’re like his air, his water. you’re a necessity.

the head of changkyun’s cock kisses your cervix which has you arching your back of the mattress in pleasure. it feels good, too good. you haven’t felt this overwhelmed with pleasure and emotions in a long time. “kyunnie━”

“don’t think i can keep up any longer, baby. g━fuck. gonna come.”

“in me, kyun! in me. want you to come in me, please.”

he furrows his brows but nods his head nonetheless, “fuck. yeah, alright, angel. whatever you want.”

the mans hips speed up, balls slapping against your ass. the thumb he has on your clit also begins to quicken, causing your legs to jerk at his sides from the sensitivity and the impactful pounding. the sounds of your pornographic moans, changkyun’s deep grunts, and sweaty skin clapping is extraordinarily lewd but you can’t even find it in yourself to care neither does the man above you.

“c’mon, pretty baby,” he gently coaxes, “give it to me. make a pretty mess all over my cock for me. you can do that right, yeah? i know you can.”

your stomach starts to tighten, implying that your orgasm was quickly approaching. changkyun knows this, of course, because as stated before, he see’s right through you - and because he can feel your little pussy holding onto him for dear life, desperately trying to empty his balls. he chuckles, “fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna milk me dry.”

with a few more encouraging words and deep thrust, you’re releasing all over his cock, changkyun following soon after into your pussy. as a heavy breath escapes from his lips, he deflates onto your chest - snuggling his head in the crook of your clammy neck - cock softening in the process while still being in your warm, gooey pussy. “love you so much, baby.” he whispers quietly in your skin.

you delicately shut your eyes, smiling while doing so. “love you, too.”

you knew you were going to have to find a way to break up with your boyfriend later on, but you didn’t care about that right now. all you cared about was the warmth changkyun was providing that you missed.

[sweetkpopmusings]

changkyun coworker headcanons <3

a/n: eeeee my sweet boy changkyun!!! i adore him endlessly, and it only felt right to put this out as i recently saw him on his tour :,-) genuinely he is so precious to me....changkyun if you're listening, come back into my pocket !! pics not mine~

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 1.1k | warnings: none really! | pairing: coworker!changkyun x gn!reader | requests:open

changkyun is one of those coworkers you notice frequently but never really have the chance to interact with him

he politely nods at everyone in the office–you included–and he seems friendly and professional from the conversations you’ve overheard

from what you can tell, changkyun’s either laser-focused on all of his work or very introverted you learn later that it’s both

then, one day, changkyun comes up to your desk 

you answer his question about the project you were working on, not fully computing that changkyun was speaking to you for the first time

you’re almost intimidated by his appearance and deep voice, until he flashes you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen

the more you cross paths in the office, the more changkyun will greet you with a “hello” or “how are you?” instead of just a nod

at first, you’re not sure whether he likes you, as he’s still pretty quiet

but you start to catch on when he sits next to you in meetings or in the break room

he will usually start conversations with a random question, work-related or otherwise

despite how shy he seemed, changkyun’s amazing at making you feel comfortable

it isn’t long before you two chatter quietly during meetings and even joke around 

you don’t even get scolded when you two laugh loudly because everything’s so shocked changkyun was loud LOL

speaking of nearly getting scolded

he messages you the most random questions/facts during work and it is always at the worst time 

he doesn’t intend it, but changkyun is a master of poorly timed “10 strangest deep sea fish” article messages

it’s so endearing though so you don’t get mad…except for the one time the message popped up while you were presenting in a meeting 

everyone stifled their laughter when they saw it was from changkyun

he apologized before you could say anything :,-) because other people in the meeting asked him to send him the same link he sent you lmao

good luck working on projects with him <3

don’t get me wrong ! he’s the best partner because he’d super hard working AND has an amazing, one of a kind mind

but sometimes it’s hard to keep up with his thought process

you have to figure out a balance of trusting him wholeheartedly even when you don’t fully understand what he’s doing and knowing when to ask question after question until you’re on the same page

he has no problem explaining himself to you though !!

changkyun is refreshed by the fact that someone cares enough to understand what’s going on in his mind :,-)

sometimes he even pre-plans his explanations in case you have questions :-( he’s so precious :-( 

changkyun cares a lot about you too. like more than you realize

he gets so upset if you’re stressed :-(

even when you two barely know each other, it hurts his heart when you’re overwhelmed or down

he’ll be a bit flustered, but he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better

changkyun gets to know what comforts you pretty quickly

you don’t notice it right away because he isn’t always asking you specific questions

but he picks up on the things you do when you’re stressed, making mental notes of ways he can support you

if you like to get yourself treats or bevvies when you need a pick-me-up, changkyun 100% keeps a list on his phone of all your go-to’s

he will absolutely blush and giggle shyly if you comment on how he knows you so well :,-) he’ll say something casual but his heart is FULL of joy because he loves that you can see how much he knows you and cares about you <333

he’ll fluster you plenty though

especially when he randomly drops really sentimental thoughts on you

or writes you a note expressing how much you’ve helped him without doing anything other than just being by his side

like changkyun ??? it is 9:30 a.m. on a wednesday you can’t just tell someone “i’m glad i took this job because without it i never would have met you”

he cannot be stopped. if his heart feels warm, he needs to tell you right away because he doesn’t want the moment to pass <3

once he gets that comfortable with you, changkyun considers you a friend friend, not just a work friend

so, as long as you’re comfortable with it, he starts suggesting ways to hang out outside of work !! 

at first, all the suggestions are things like going to coffee shops, attending events for your shared interests, etc.

but he lets it slip one day that, even though he was really excited to go out on the town with you that friday night, he was so exhausted from the week that he wanted nothing more than to lounge on his couch and watch tv

so you said, “why don’t we just do that?”

changkyun looks at you with complete and utter shock

“y-you…you’d want to do that with me?”

you look at him with complete confusion because of course ??? what are friends for ??? also work WAS exhausting this week so you don’t want to go anywhere either lol

his face LIGHTS up and he’s giggling with excitement at a chill night in with you

changkyun’s talking faster than you’ve ever heard when he starts recommending shows and movies for you two to watch together and snacks to have and a “dress code” 

you tell him to take a breath and that you’re sure the night will be perfect :,-)

he nods and stops himself from talking even more because he knows his work needs to be done, so he waves goodbye and says he can’t wait for the week to be over

for the rest of the week, he messages you different links so you can pick out the content lineup

changkyun, looking so comfy in his hoodie, is buzzing when he opens the door to his place

you’re surprised and endeared because he’s so energetic when all you two plan on doing is sitting on the couch 

turns out quality time is a love language for him because you swear you’ve never seen him happier :,-)

after all the laughs and calm moments, changkyun admits that he has never been happier than he was hanging out with you, so he hopes that you two can do this more often

your answer is obviously yes because changkyun is the sweetest and best person to hang out with <333

changkyun can’t stop smiling because now it’s official: he can see his favorite person (you) every day and everywhere, so long as you want to see him which you always want to <3333

[moonhoures]

[ 6:47 — i. changkyun ]

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, unprotected sex, riding / cowgirl position, pet name “baby” used for reader

a/n: this is dedicated to my beautiful, wonderful, lovely ✨ anon & 💐 anon & all my fellow kyun stans. ily!!! 😚🫂💓

“Kyun.”

“Hm?”

“I said dinner’s ready, like, five minutes ago.”

Your boyfriend sighed, but only because he had heard you. He just completely forgot you were waiting on him. He had been working diligently on some songs since he had came home from the gym earlier in the afternoon. Lately he had been using the couch and coffee table as his makeshift office space while his recording studio was being refurbished. You enjoyed having him work from home, but it was bittersweet in the sense that you felt guilty for disturbing him at any time. Still, you were determined to have him eat dinner since you knew he hadn’t eaten a solid meal since very early that morning.

You approached the back of the couch, placing your hands on his shoulders. Instantly, his tense muscles seemed to relax under your touch; he hadn’t even realized his muscles were stiff in the first place. He took a deep breath as he leaned into the cushions, his head falling back as his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I heard you. I just got wrapped up and forgot.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been working hard,” you said, a soft smile on your lips when his hand reached up to hold one of yours against the top of his chest, “That’s why I made shrimp for dinner. Just for you.”

He opened eyes and grinned, tilting his head to look at you a little better, “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“Only a couple times.”

“Remind me to tell you a hundred more times before we go to bed.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss against his forehead, then another on his cheek. You were going to return to the kitchen then, but his hand held firmly on your wrist, keeping you where you were. When you saw the pout on his lips, you instantly knew what the reasoning was. You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down again to kiss his lips, a small hum of appreciation emitting from his throat. He could be so dramatic sometimes, but you loved him nonetheless.

“Come here,” he spoke so warmly despite the assertiveness of his words. You didn’t hesitate to listen, walking the few steps to the front of the couch. His hand took yours, drawing you closer until you were right in front of him. He looked up at you, hands resting on your hips, “You look so beautiful today. I know I haven’t said that yet, but you do.”

“Thank you, Kyun,” you felt your cheeks bloom with heat at the compliment. Mostly because you knew these small, intimate, flattery-filled moments led to much more intimate, passionate moments. And once his mind was in motion, it was difficult to get it elsewhere.

“I’ve been so busy with work, I haven’t been able to take care of you,” the word choice he used seemed so deceivingly innocent, but the look he gave you was clear with his intentions. And if it wasn’t his eyes, then his fingers rubbing sensually into your hips definitely gave him away.

“You can make it up to me later,” you teased, your hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. They had lost the baby fat you fell in love with when you first started dating him years ago, but you loved him no less. If anything it just made him look more mature, sexier.

“How about now?”

His hands lowered to the spot on your thighs where your lounge shorts stopped, inches above your knees. As you were pondering the idea of having sex now, with your dinner growing cold in the kitchen, you got lost in his eyes. Those eyes that could convince you to commit a crime if he wanted you to. Those eyes that begged you to let him fuck you until you saw stars behind your eyelids. The eyes that distracted you until you heard the click of his laptop closing, and you realized he had reached behind you to shut it.

“Work is done for the day,” he added, pulling you closer until your knees were brushed up against the couch between his legs.

“The food will get cold,” you muttered an excuse, but your hands were already touching his jaw, aching to pull his lips to yours.

“I can reheat it when we’re done.”

Changkyun’s words meant nothing at that point because you two were already meeting each other for a kiss as hot as the stove had been before you turned it off to come get him. A low, rumbling noise sounded from deep in his chest as his grip on you tightened. He wanted nothing more than to push you down onto the cushions next to him and devour you. You deserved it.

“Can I take these off?” his deep voice tickled your ear as he spoke between kisses on your neck. His fingers were already tugging your shorts slowly, just waiting for your confirmation to pull them completely off. When you nodded with a mumbled ‘yes’, the cotton garment fell to the floor at your feet.

In the next moment you were pulled onto his lap, straddling him. His lips and teeth continued to entangle with your own, attempting to claim you even though he knew you were already his. He knew because you were saved in his phone under ‘my baby 💜’. He knew because you had stuck by him for the past several years, and he never doubted your loyalty for even a second. He knew because every morning when he woke beside you, he thought to himself, I want to wake up next to you every day, for the rest of my life. He knew because when he didn’t wake up next to you he felt like a piece of him was missing. He had never felt like someone completed him before you.

Several minutes passed and Changkyun had managed to slip off his sweatpants and shift your underwear to the side. He was relishing the feeling of you enveloping him, his dick throbbing inside of you. It had only been two days since he last had sex with you, but it felt like two decades—you know, because he’s dramatic. His toned arms were wrapping around you, holding you as close to him as he could, your chests pressed against each other. Well, your chest was closer to his face in this position, which made it perfect for him to cover your neck in kisses (and marks). He loved to nip at your sensitive spots with his teeth. He loved the way you let out a small squeak, moan, or whine in protest from the sensation. He loved every sound you made, but those were some of his favorites.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you merely nodded and breathed out an answer as you focused on rocking your hips over his. His hands guided you, helping you reach the orgasm you were aiming for. He tried his best to thrust up into you, but he could only move so much. He was enjoying the view though, watching you work yourself on him with each of your hands clutching the couch on either side of his head. As your head leaned back in pleasure, he tilted his head to kiss your arm on the space between your elbow and wrist.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he assured you, “I’ll be right behind you.”

He always had a way of being so comforting in these moments. Intimacy was something he cherished with you, and he somehow always knew how to make it special every single time. If it wasn’t with the way he touched you, loved you. Then it was with the way he spoke to you, coached you through any and every sensation he gave you.

“Gonna-“ you panted as you felt your climax approaching. You rutted against him a little faster, using all the energy you could collect in your body. He continued to press kisses along your arm where he could reach. His fingers slid up and down the skin of your thighs, leaving goosebumps along the flesh that he touched. “I’m gonna . . .”

He tried to resist the urge to chuckle at your lost train of thought and the way your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for your orgasm, “C’mon, baby.”

His voice only brought you closer, and soon enough you were groaning his name in his ear. Your arms circled his shoulders, hugging him tight while you bucked against him, the aftershocks of your climax taking over you. He rubbed your thighs, telling you how good you felt. You clenched and unclenched around him, causing him to cum with a few deep grunts. His breath came out in labored, heavy puffs while you two recovered from the releases you gave each other. He told you he loved you, just as he always did. No matter how many times he said it, it never lost its weight, and it never got tiring to hear.

“We can go for another round later, if you want,” he said as you pulled away, but not before you left a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“That sounds good, but we need to eat,” you reminded him, “I didn’t make that food for it to go to waste.”

“I’ll go reheat it while you clean up,” he laughed softly through his words, lightly patting your ass before you got up from his lap. He watched you pick up your shorts from the floor and go to your bedroom, a grin on his face the entire time.

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Riding your thigh (m)

Sub!Monsta X ✧ Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS—nsfw ✧ thigh-riding ✧ praising ✧ degrading ✧ dirty talk ✧ mentions of spanking, breath play & oral sex ✧ BDSM ✧ pet names (mommy, babyboy, puppy, princess)

NOW PLAYING—vampire ✧ Olivia Rodrigo

[A/N.] This is unedited and I wrote this a long time ago but I want to prioritize my time and energy on writing new fics instead like

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이호석 / wonho

Wonho's cheeks would puff up, as well as redden at your words. He likes it when you introduce new positions, and in return always acts all innocent with a flustered reaction as if he never knew those types of positions existed — but it's just an act. His cutie-like self would not question you at all; he'd smile and get on your lap without a word. To add more effect to his angel acting he'd maybe ask you about directions.

But once he got to action he no longer seemed like an innocent angel who didn't know what thigh-riding was. His hips would be grinding very seducingly — as if it were an erotic dance he'd practice for months — and his hands would be on your shoulders so there would be space between you so you could see him. He'd love to get praised. Praises would be motivating. This boy would love it so much he'd continue riding you even after cumming if you allowed him to. His stamina comes in handy.

"Should I take my clothes off or keep them on, Mami?"

After your answer he got on your thigh and sat down, ready for fun time.

"Am I doing this right, Mami?" he asked innocently, fully knowing he was a pro, because he wanted praise.

He will not admit that he's a dirty boy. No way. He'll still act like he's too pure to know what thigh-riding is, but every time he gets back on your lap he proves your theory of him being a freak to be true. Despite craving to ride your thigh again, he'll wait for you to tell him to do it instead of asking you. If you want to mess with him you can refrain from ever bringing it up. If you rile him up enough his innocent bubble might burst and he'll beg to get on your though again. Innocent angel? Pfft.

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 손현우 / shownu

Hyunwoo's a softie, but he likes it rough. He knows that if he ever were to ride your thighs he wouldn't be able to go any different. Thus he'd be worried of actually getting off too hard on your thighs :C He'd be blushy and try to slow down, even if it wasn't enjoyable for him. You'd have to encourage him and grab his hips and physically make him ride your thigh harder and faster. After a while of seeing that you're completely fine, he'd get more comfortable and let loose of the tension he was previously feeling. The effort he'd put into it would be shocking since he's so shy and 'innocent'.

"B-But, Mama," he stuttered as his cheeks reddened.

"But what, Babybear?"

"I-I don't wanna hurt you," he looked down insecurely.

"You've been such a good boy this week, you deserve to get off on my thigh. Now listen to Mama and ride, okay?"

"Ye-Yes, Mama."

In the future, he would get flustered even at the mere mention of the first time he had ridden your thigh. And because of the embarrassment, he won't have the courage to ask you to do it again. If you asked him to do it again, however, he'd gladly do it (still blushing as if it were his first time, of course). He'd say he'd do it 'because he's a good boy', but the truth is that he had wanted to do it again ever since the first time.

Progressively, he'd feel more easy-going about it, and would muster up the courage to ask you if he could do it again. He'd be stuttering during the little speech that he had prepared beforehand and his face'd become red if you allow him to. Thigh-riding will only be occasional because it's his guilty pleasure and he feels abashed about asking you — but he'll give his all any time he does it. Take the first step for his sake.

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이민혁 / minhyuk

Minhyuk is the human version of a puppy. He would get on your lap and hump you like there was no tomorrow. Boy has no shame and is always up for the dirty.

"Get on my lap."

"Okayyy~" he sang cutely.

Baam! In a second he was sitting comfortably on your lap like you ordered.

"Now ride it, Puppy."

He grinned.

"Okay, Mommyyy~"

Not caring enough to take time to dedress when he's horny, he'd be the one to do it fully clothed. You would maybe need to slow him down, because his great excitement would make him go crazy on your thigh. Guide him through it.

If he doesn't listen to you, give him a spank and he'll be sure to listen. After a while into it, he'd take off his shirt or drag down his collar so you could give him some hickeys. Your attention and affection is important to him. Your hands guiding and caressing his body, your lips and teeth nibbling on his purple skin would be the only way to get him to cum.

"This is so much fun, Mommy," he moaned and arched his back at the sensation.

He threw his head further back to give you more access to his neck. Panting, he managed to say what he wanted the most during that moment: "M-Mark me, Mommy. Please, please, please—"

He will act like such an adorable and good boy for you if it means that he can ride your thigh in the end. From calling you Mommy in sweet scenarios to giving you head without wanting anything in return — he'll do everything to prove that he deserves it. He'll love to do it randomly too. Imagine watching a movie with him on your lap and he suddenly starts grinding slowly on you and whimpers out pleads.

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유기현 / kihyun

Kihyun's eyes would pop out. He'd be shocked people even do that, because he's a pure, holy child of God. It wouldn't take long until the stupefaction would turn into shyness. He'd be so flustered and ask you if he heard you right just to make sure his brain hadn't messed with him. Oh boy would he become even redder after you confirmed he'd heard you right. You'd have to lead him through the whole process or else he'd just sloppily ride you with insecure thoughts hunting him. In a very foreign situation like this one he'd need you to tell him what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

He'd be very obedient and would flush at any compliment you gave him, but on the inside he'd feel very sexy and confident in himself at the praising. By the end of it he'd be back to being pure and holy and would deny that it was indeed very pleasant to ride your thigh. But when you two'd go to sleep that night he wouldn't be able to stop thinking of it as he reluctantly smiled.

"You want me to w-wHat?"

"Ride my thigh."

"A-Are you for sure?"

"Yes. Now."

"I— Uhm— Okay—"

Sheepishly he followed through your command.

"Good boy."

"T-Thank you, M-Mommy."

He will never admit that it feels good. The only time he ever could go against himself and actually admit he was into it will be when he's very, very, very needy for your thigh — which is very rare. But you could also find out that he's into it if you find him watching thigh-riding porn, which by the way would result in him not being able to look you in the eyes for at least a week. It'll be better for you both if he himself tells you that he likes it. And if he does decide to tell you one day, he'll expect you guys to start doing it often.

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채형원 / hyungwon

Hyungwon would get on your lap and look you in the eyes confidently. He's often sassy and shit, but in the bedroom his missions are to impress you and satisfy you — he'd still be a power bottom, but he'd be a nice, not-too-bratty one. You'd have to grab his butt with one hand and choke him with the other, or else he'd physically bring your hands to where they should be. If you called him something other than Princess he'd tell you off. He's the definition of thigh-riding Princess. Since he wants to be a good Princess he'd need you to tell him he is one.

If you didn't praise him enough he'd think he didn't do good. But he wouldn't become sad about it, instead he'd ask you for guidance. By the end of the session he'd be tired and want the Princess treatment — cuddle him and let him sleep on top of you.

"Wanna take a ride?" you asked and patted your thigh.

"Of course, Mommy."

He made his way to you and plumped down on you, putting his ass out in an arch.

"This—" he looks down at your lap and up into your eyes, "—This is my throne."

He will start sitting on your lap more often. Both because he wants some lovey-dovey time and because he wants come touchy-touchy time. If it's the latter he wants, he'll move a little against you to send you signals of what mood he is in, even if it makes him a bad Princess. Another occasion he'd sit on your lap would be when he's jealous and wants to show that he obviously is your Princess. Back to the thigh-riding, he'll make it your routine to do it at least once a week, because it's his favorite form of masturbation.

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이주헌 / joohoney

Jooheon would love the idea as soon as it went past your lips. He's always up for anything Mommy wants. But he'd feel like he needed to put on a show for you and would thereof feel pressured to be good enough for you. Confidentally, he'd get on your thigh, but when it came to actually riding you thigh he wouldn't be as confident since it's his first time doing it on you.

He'd try his best and be as cute for you as possible, moaning out your name, telling you how much he appreciates you, pecking your neck as he hides in it — everything to prove to you that he loves you. If you say something filthy in return he'd keep his head on your shoulder and wouldn't look at you for a while out of embarrassment. If you praised him cutely, however, he'd get giggly and encouraged to continue showing how much of a good boy he is for you. He'd be so exhausted after he cummed, because of how much work he put into it. You better give him nice aftercare.

"Your thigh is so nice, Mommy," he whimpered out.

"You're doing so good, Honey. Only you can look this pretty riding my thigh."

With deeper dimples from smiling, he fastened his pace.

At first he'll only do it if you encourage him to, because then he knows you like it too. Eventually after you've requested to do it a couple more times, he'll become confident and start surprising you every now and then. It'll both be sexy and cutie time. He'll be able to make thigh-riding cute with his small whines at your praises and with his fluffy hair sticking to his forehead. If you don't cuddle afterwards he'll become pouty and cross his arms until you hug and kiss him.

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임창견 / i.m

Changkyun would be like 'finally she asked me'. Like this is something he's wanted to do for so long. No matter how cute he is, he is not innocent at all. Just the thought of rubbing himself against your thigh, whilst looking into your eyes, and moaning for you turns him on. He'd be a little bratty at first, because you didn't want to do it earlier on in the relationship.

Out of all the boys he'd be the one most likely to ask you if you two could do it. Anyway, he'd be a soft boy and would want affection such as kissing, touching, or just praising words, from you at all times. He'd also love it if you helped him by keeping your hands on his hips or if you grinded your thigh up against him. After cumming he'd stop being whiny and would instead be fully satisfied.

"Took you long enough, Mommy."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically live on your lap. I want to be on your lap all the time, Mommy. Whether it's for cuddling or humping," he whined and pouted dramatically with crossed arms.

"Come here, my Babyboy," you said and opened your arms for him.

He kept arms crossed but still listened to you.

"Show me what you want to do on my thigh," you whispered and pecked his pout.

His pout turned into a dimpled smile.

"Okay then, Mommy," he whined softly.

Oh how he was going to enjoy every single moment of it.

He'll ask you to do it again for sure. He's very submissive and baby-like and isn't ashamed of himself or his sexual preferences. If you denied him he'd be all pouty and whiny, and would complain along the lines of 'But I've been a good boy~' and 'Why not, Mommy? I thought you loved me.' Let him ride you for fuck's sake. He's a good boy and he deserves it. He also deserves the best cuddle sessions afterwards.

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❝ And every girl I ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

You called them crazy, God, I hate the way I called them crazy too

(...)

Went for me, and not her

'Cause girls your age know better ❞

—olivia isabel rodrigo; 2023

[iveneverbeenhere]

Is there an audience for monsta x fanfic❓Wanna write about them 🤧

[rochellebae]

Pov: Changkyun is your boyfriend and your streaks look like this…